Chapter 225 Just

Chapter 225: Chapter 225 Just

At noon, in the health room, the drawn curtains left the room in a dim light.

Just like yesterday, Naomi was leaning over her desk, fiddling with a blood-stained handkerchief, watching the time on her phone screen tick away second by second. She was conflicted; she was afraid he wouldn’t come, yet afraid he would come and act up.

Yesterday, in a moment of carelessness, she had exposed her weakness. He had forcefully torn through her defensive shell and grabbed her by her soft spot. While she had felt exceptionally stimulated and satisfied at the time, she felt some regret afterward. She shouldn’t have been so easily swayed; staying like this wasn’t a solution. It had to end.

Yes, this time I must speak clearly with Shuichi-kun. I can’t let him mess around anymore.

Knock, knock, knock—

The familiar knocking sounded. Naomi instinctively stood up and hurried a few steps toward the door. Realizing she had lost her cool, she patted her face and stood there for a while. Whether she was actually anxious or not, she couldn’t look anxious. She couldn’t let Shuichi see her eagerness.

"Sensei, I brought Takoyaki. It has to be eaten while it’s hot. Can you open the door?"

Shuichi’s voice came from outside, making Naomi’s heart skip a beat. She gripped the doorknob and slowly turned it.

"Thank you, Chiba-kun. I’ll take the food, but if there’s nothing else, you should head back," Naomi said, blocking the gap in the door as she took the Takoyaki from him.

"Sensei is truly heartless. Yesterday you said you missed me so much, held me tight, and called me Shuichi-kun so affectionately. Today, I’m just Chiba-kun again." Shuichi wasn’t in a hurry. He wedged his foot in the door and started teasing her right there.

"We agreed. Yesterday was the only time." Naomi felt something was off. She wanted to be firm, but why did her words sound like flirting? This wasn’t right.

"Yesterday sensei said I wasn’t allowed in if I didn’t listen, but I listened, and I’m still not allowed in. Isn’t that encouraging me not to listen?" Shuichi put on a thoughtful look, appearing as if he were plotting something again.

Naomi huffed, "Fine, stop plotting. Have you actually continued pursuing the student council president like I told you?"

"I definitely listen to sensei’s words. I came today to report on the progress," Shuichi nodded seriously.

"Then... come in." As Naomi said this, she instinctively recalled his double-entendre teasing from yesterday. She couldn’t help but add, "I mean, I’m allowing you into the health room. Don’t get the wrong idea."

"Hmm? What wrong idea?" Shuichi blinked, pretending to be oblivious, but casually locked the door behind him.

Naomi acted as if she hadn’t seen his little move, rolled her eyes, and sat in her chair. "You’re getting more and more mischievous. Sit down. It’s only been a day; what kind of progress could you have? If there’s nothing substantial, I’m going to rest."

"There is. The progress is very obvious. The president actively kissed me." Shuichi sat on the round stool. His very first sentence left Naomi stunned.

"Kissed you?" Naomi was truly surprised. That progress was indeed very obvious.

"Yes. Do you need me to demonstrate what happened this morning?" As Shuichi spoke, he reached out, intending to wrap his arm around her neck.

Naomi quickly pressed her hand against his chest, a blush flashing across her face. "Don’t even think about using the same trick twice. No messing around, or next time I really won’t let you in."

Shuichi had to stop, but he took the opportunity to grab her hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed the back of it. Naomi felt her heart soften. She didn’t refuse this level of intimacy and continued asking:

"Since you’ve kissed, does that mean you’re officially dating? Shuichi-kun, from now on..."

"No," Shuichi interrupted, cupping her hand and gently rubbing it against his face. "Even though the president actively kissed me, she didn’t agree to date officially. That’s why I said it’s very strange."

"Really?" Naomi looked at him suspiciously.

"Really," Shuichi nodded frankly. He pulled her hand inside his jacket, pressing it against his heart. "Sensei can feel it, right? My heart rate hasn’t changed."

"I feel it beating quite fast. It feels a lot like lying," Naomi said, habitually beginning to rub gently.

"That’s because my heart beats faster when I see sensei. The fact that the frequency didn’t suddenly change means my answer just now was serious."

As Shuichi spoke, his gaze involuntarily fell on Naomi’s neckline. Black lace and snow-white skin complemented each other, and the abyss emitted a mysterious attraction that Shuichi couldn’t help but stare at.

"The heartbeat changed," Naomi’s lips curved slightly.

"Ah? Does that count? I was just captivated by sensei’s charm," Shuichi snapped back.

Hearing this familiar praise, Naomi couldn’t help but feel joy, though she didn’t show it. "Is there anything else besides the kiss? What else did the president do? If she just actively kissed you, it’s not too strange, is it?"

"That’s not strange? Then sensei kissing me wouldn’t count either, right?" Shuichi took the chance.

Naomi shot him a look. "How can a sensei be the same as a student? In any case, it’s not allowed."

"Sigh, fine then." Shuichi didn’t press the point further, but sighed and said, "But besides the kiss, the president did other strange things."

"What?" Naomi’s hand was still feeling the heat of his chest, even instinctively drawing circles.

Shuichi felt his heart being tickled. "She secretly pulled her neckline open to let me look inside, and even lifted her skirt to show me today’s style."

"???" Naomi was puzzled now. The student council president... would actually do such things? Was her serious and strict persona just an act?

"But hers isn’t as beautiful as sensei’s. Although she’s very generous, she’s too... impoverished." Shuichi shook his head and sighed, staring intently at Naomi’s chest, which filled her clothes to the brim.

His lamentation and his drooling look made Naomi laugh. She instinctively straightened her back and lifted her head. "She’s giving you fan service, and you’re still not satisfied?"

"Even so, I didn’t feel particularly excited. It was far from the reaction I had when I saw sensei. I still prefer someone mature like sensei," Shuichi said longingly.

Seeing him like this, Naomi’s heart softened for a moment. She raised her hand and unbuttoned her shirt. "You can only look. Do you hear me?"

"Yes." Shuichi answered quickly, watching without blinking as the buttons went off duty and the black lace took a break, collectively releasing their heavy work burden. Without their diligent efforts, the sealed scenery was revealed in its entirety.

"Does it look good?" Naomi asked as she held her shirt open.

"Beautiful. I could never get tired of looking," Shuichi said, holding her hand and admiring seriously.

"The president is still young. Her figure will improve later. By then, sensei won’t be young anymore. Shuichi-kun, don’t make a choice you’ll regret," Naomi soothed his chest gently.

"I won’t..." Just as Shuichi spoke, Naomi leaned in and blocked his next words with her mouth. "Listen to sensei. Do you still want to see under my skirt later?"

"Yes..." Shuichi replied against her red lips.

"Then be a good boy." Naomi gently pressed his chest, then sat back and rolled up her skirt hem.

"What style was the president wearing today?"

"Blue-and-white stripes," Shuichi replied casually while staring at the mature black lace.

"That sounds cute," Naomi smiled, remembering she had probably worn that style when she was a girl.

"I want to give sensei a gift as a keepsake. Is that okay?" Shuichi asked with a burning gaze.

"A gift?" Naomi’s heart jumped. She immediately remembered the previous little gift he gave her and was half-angry and half-amused. "Is it another strange thing?"

"No, it’s just getting cold. I want to custom-make a coat for sensei. That way, when you wear it, you’ll think of me."

Shuichi was unexpectedly serious, making Naomi’s heart tremble again. She couldn’t help but fantasize. After ending things with him, walking on a winter night street, wrapping myself in the coat he gave me, wandering aimlessly. The neon lights flashing, the heavy traffic, the bustling city... but it would feel as if it had nothing to do with me.

"Won’t it be too expensive?" Naomi didn’t refuse after all. She wanted it—at least after things ended, she could continue to feel the boy’s warmth. That way, even if she were lonely and cold in the future, this trace of warmth would be enough to get her through.

"It won’t. Sensei, don’t worry. But..." Shuichi paused. "Since it’s custom-made, I need to measure your dimensions."

All those melancholic images in Naomi’s mind vanished instantly. She squinted at him, so angry she wanted to laugh. "Shuichi-kun, you’ve really worked hard. To get close to sensei, you’ve found so many excuses and spent so much effort, haven’t you?"

"I can’t help it. Sensei’s charm is so seductive, how could I resist? Even if I drain my brain cells, I have to find every way to get close to sensei." As Shuichi spoke, he tentatively leaned into her open embrace.

Naomi was caught between laughter and tears by his antics. First it was relationship counseling, then custom clothes—he was trying every trick to be intimate with her. Being pestered like this made it very hard to be cold-hearted and drive him away, so she had to let him have his way.

"Sensei’s scent... if I don’t smell it for a day, I’m longing for it." Shuichi pressed against her boobs, burying his head in her embrace, sniffing and kissing.

Naomi’s nipples and mouth were the only things left hard. "You only know how to act like a rascal. This can’t go on. Shuichi-kun can’t always be like this."

"One last time." Shuichi’s hand found the snow-white, delicate thigh flesh above her garters. Although not as plump as the Fumika, it was equally addictive.

"Teasing sensei again, are we?" Naomi felt a bit huffed at those three words.

"No, I’m here to measure sensei’s dimensions." As Shuichi spoke, his hand began its movements, intending to start with her hip circumference.

"You didn’t even bring a tape measure. You’re being too perfunctory." Naomi’s breathing turned ragged. She couldn’t help but start rubbing his chest too.

"It’s fine. My hands can be the ruler. They’re very accurate. But it’s better to measure net dimensions for more accuracy. Would it be convenient for sensei to take off her clothes?" Shuichi used a question, but his hand acted on an affirmative statement, directly pulling the zipper on her skirt.

"You want to take the initiative today?" Naomi could no longer restrain herself; otherwise, her suppressed emotions would overflow.

"Yes. Is that okay?" Shuichi stared at her intensely, while his hand had already pulled the triangular black lace down to her knees.

"Just this once. You’re not allowed to mess around afterward. Really, you’re not." Naomi bit her lip softly, deciding to seriously quit the boy starting tomorrow.

"Alright, one last time." Shuichi smiled, slid his hand under her knees, used the other to support her underarms, and lifted her into a bridal carry. This upside-down behavior made Naomi somewhat shy. "You’re not that old, but you’ve learned all these tricks. What kind of student carries his sensei like this?"

"What does it matter? Doesn’t sensei like it?" Shuichi placed her on the medical bed.

"It’s not that I don’t like it, it just feels a bit strange." Naomi’s white coat spread out beneath her like white wings.

"Then I’m going to start measuring. Sensei, if you have nothing to do, you can try the Takoyaki and milk I brought. You haven’t eaten lunch yet, right?" Shuichi said, thoughtfully wiping a straw with a disinfectant wipe and bringing it to her lips. Naomi gave him a seductive look, then took the straw and began to sip gently.

Among the three dimensions, the hips were done. No rush for the waist. For the rest, Shuichi decided to measure them seriously several times.

"What color coat does Sensei like? Black, gray, or khaki?" Naomi chewed. Because she was eating lunch, her voice was inevitably a bit indistinct. "Whatever style Shuichi-kun wants to see sensei wear, then customize it that way."

"Then I want to see the Emperor’s New Clothes." After Shuichi said that, he got a slap on his thigh. He looked down to see Naomi rolling her eyes at him.

"Just a joke. I feel sensei looks good in any color. You’ll look very sharp." As Shuichi spoke, he reached out and touched Naomi’s dimple. "Sensei, don’t just drink. You have to eat the Takoyaki while it’s hot too."

Naomi let go of the straw and gave him a look with shimmering eyes. "I said you could lead the conversation, and you’re certainly being bold."

"Because it’s sensei, I’ll believe and follow you 100%. Like when sensei said you wouldn’t leave easily, I believed you. When sensei said you’d wait until I had a girlfriend to leave, I believed you. When sensei told me to pursue the president, I listened..."

Naomi was moved yet annoyed. "But when I say just this once, you never listen."

"Let’s not talk about that for now. Sensei, eat your food." Shuichi changed the subject. Naomi let out a soft sigh and swallowed a piece of Takoyaki he brought to her lips.

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The measurements were finished. However, to ensure there were no issues, Shuichi still asked for a copy of the data Naomi usually recorded herself. Naomi didn’t dislike the taste of the Takoyaki. She used a tissue to wipe the Thousand Island dressing from her lips and began to drive him out.

"The dimensions for the custom clothes are taken, and I’ve eaten the Takoyaki you made. If there’s nothing else, I have work to do. Go back. The last day of the School Festival is so lively; isn’t it much more interesting than here?"

Shuichi lingered in her embrace for a while longer before reluctantly standing up. "I’m heading out then, Sensei. I’ll come back tomorrow to continue reporting progress."

"You’re not allowed to come. Even if you do, I won’t open the door for you." Naomi’s resolve was a bit firmer now. After all, this really couldn’t go on.

"Oh, I understand. But if I bring Takoyaki tomorrow, I’ll have to make it in the morning and put it in a bento. It’ll be cold by noon; sensei won’t mind, right?" Shuichi spoke as if he hadn’t heard her.

There was a microwave in the cafeteria to heat bentos, but most people were used to eating cold bentos and rarely went to specifically heat lunch.

"In any case, I’m not letting you in tomorrow. Nothing you say will work. We agreed: just this once. This time I absolutely won’t soften my heart. Give up." As Naomi spoke, she buttoned her clothes, straightened her wrinkled white coat, thought for a moment, and decided to just change it.

"Alright then. See you tomorrow, sensei." Shuichi waved and turned to leave.

Naomi looked at the closed door and couldn’t help but pat her face. "How did it end up like this again? Naomi, Naomi, can’t you be a bit more firm?" She sighed, stood up, walked to the mirror, and intended to use some psychological suggestions to pump herself up. Instead, she saw the person in the mirror with a rosy complexion and exceptionally good spirits. Because she was full of energy, her overall charm had increased.

"Is the effect really this good?" Naomi murmured, gently touching her cheek.

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In the afternoon, during the final hours of the School Festival carnival, hardly anyone was doing actual work; they were all messing around everywhere. Shuichi was too lazy to play, so he went back to his class stand to see if there was any help needed—he had to do some proper work occasionally.

When he arrived, he happened to run into Haruka.

"Does Haruka-san want some Takoyaki? It’s on me!" An was very happy, but because she was in front of her classmates, she still kept a straight face.

"I’m quite interested in tasting it, but no need for your treat," Minami smiled, took out 500 yen, and handed it to her cousin, Uchida, who was collecting the money. Uchida didn’t dare say much and didn’t want to ask anything; he just wanted to stay far away from his cousin so he wouldn’t be caught to try on women’s clothes again.

"Just a moment, it’ll be ready soon." An immediately began to prepare it skillfully.

Seeing no outsiders around, Shuichi spoke up and greeted her, "Haruka-san, you came to play today too. Do you need me to be your guide?"

Minami walked close to him and whispered quietly, "I’m not interrupting you, am I? I just came to wander around and relax; staying in the shop all the time gets boring. No need to trouble you, Shuichi-kun."

"No interruption at all. I happen to have nothing to do this afternoon." Shuichi smiled.

"That’s good then." Minami didn’t act formal and accepted with a smile.

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