Chapter 229 Weak Smile

Chapter 229: Chapter 229 Weak Smile

Naomi slammed the door shut, desperate to hide her embarrassment, but Shuichi was fast, jamming his leg in to stop it.

"Sensei, your ’tsundere’ act is really quite cute. You clearly wanted to see me, yet you insist on pretending you don’t care."

"Don’t use the word ’cute’ to describe me, or I’ll get angry," Naomi snapped, her irritation growing. She was mad at Shuichi for teasing her, but even madder at herself for her own constant wavering.

She had promised herself she would kick her ’habit’ of this boy, yet here she was, showing her weakness so pathetically again.

"Nothing you say today will work. I’m not letting you in."

"Fine, but can I at least enter the Health Room?" Shuichi asked.

"That’s exactly what I meant by in!" Naomi was fuming. No wonder Sumire was always badmouthing him; sometimes he really was incredibly exasperating.

"Then what about my love life report? I’ve made huge progress with the President today. Won’t Sensei help me analyze it?" Shuichi said, forcing his way through the door.

Naomi pushed against his chest, trying to keep him out, but her strength was meager and couldn’t stop him. "If you keep this up, I’m really going to get mad."

"Then... fine." Shuichi stopped at the threshold.

Naomi breathed a sigh of relief, yet she couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment. If I’m this firm today, he’ll probably be afraid of making me angry and won’t dare push his luck anymore, right?

That...

Well, whatever. It’s probably for the best.

"Since Sensei doesn’t want to eat bento with me, I’ll just go find Nagase Sensei instead," Shuichi said, turning to leave.

Naomi froze for a second, then quickly grabbed his arm, her teeth clenched. "How do you have so many wicked schemes?"

"I told you before. If you ignore me, I might just go find Nagase Sensei," Shuichi said with a ’ball is in your court’ expression.

Naomi’s chest heaved with indignation, her high-rising blouse fluttering and drawing Shuichi’s gaze. "You aren’t allowed to go. Sumire is already afraid of you, and yet you still want to provoke her."

"Then will Sensei pay attention to me? Can I come in?" Shuichi leaned against the doorframe with a lazy grin.

Naomi sighed and rolled her eyes. "How did you learn to be so thick-skinned?"

"As long as I can be close to you, I don’t care how thick my skin is. I’d rather be shameless than not be able to see you."

Shuichi’s words made Naomi’s heart tremble. This little brat... he always knew how to stir her heart into a mess.

Seeing her attitude soften, Shuichi seized the moment to slip into the Health Room. He locked the door behind him and immediately embraced Naomi from behind.

"Sensei... I can finally smell your scent again. It’s so good. Your body is so soft; it feels wonderful to hold you."

Shuichi buried his face in the crook of her neck, greedily inhaling her scent and planting light kisses on her skin.

"Don’t start anything, or I’ll kick you out," She said, her body already beginning to go limp. Naomi felt more and more frustrated with herself. Why couldn’t she just quit him?

"If you kick me out, I’ll go find Nagase Sensei. That’s the deal, it’s up to you."

Shuichi went full rogue, but he gave Naomi a reason she couldn’t refuse.

To keep Sumire from making the same mistake as me and falling into this dilemma... pacifying this boy is just something that has to be done, right?

"Weren’t you here to report your romantic progress? Just finish and get out of here."

Naomi tried to pull away from his embrace, but she didn’t use much strength, making it look more like halfhearted resistance.

Shuichi reached into her blouse, watching the shape of his palm through the white fabric as he gently grabbed her boobs.

"Ah, right. The report. This morning, the President made another shocking move."

"What move?" Naomi looked down at the bulge on her chest, feeling the burning temperature and smelling his scent. She desperately wanted to turn around and kiss him with everything she had.

"Mhm..." Shuichi noticed her softening. He knew only her nipples and her mouth were still hard.

So, while teasing her nipples, he gently turned her face to catch her lips.

"Don’t..." Naomi felt her emotions overflowing, making it harder and harder to resist with a cold heart.

Shuichi captured her lips, kissing her with intense force. "Do you miss me, Sensei?"

With hazy eyes, Naomi forced her head away, biting her lip as she replied, "I don’t."

"Then let’s continue." Shuichi pulled her head back and kept kissing her.

After a few repetitions, Naomi went soft. "Honestly, what am I going to do with you?"

"I don’t know what to do with you either. Every time you call me ’Chiba-kun,’ it feels terrible. Can you stop using that title from now on?" Shuichi asked.

Naomi opened her mouth, a surge of guilt washing over her. Such a cold address was indeed hurtful.

She turned around and hugged Shuichi tightly. "I’m sorry. It’s Sensei’s fault."

"It’s no one’s fault. Didn’t Sensei say? This is between the two of us. Just don’t call me ’Chiba-kun,’ that’s all."

Shuichi held her tightly too, his hand habitually finding its way to her full pencil skirt, feeling the rounded curves of her body.

Naomi didn’t stop him. Being kneaded like this brought a comfort to her heart that was hard to describe, even as it stirred a restless itching.

What should I do? She raised her hands, cupping the boy’s face and gazing at him with deep affection. She didn’t want to leave him, but she didn’t want to hold him back either...

Shuichi played with the smooth flesh of her thigh above the garters of her stockings, where the silk dug in slightly, making the surrounding flesh look even fuller.

"Let’s continue the report. The President... how should I put it? She’s far stranger than I mentioned before."

"What do you mean? You said she did something shocking. What was it?" Naomi asked out of curiosity, her leg instinctively rubbing against him.

"She..." Shuichi seemed to struggle to speak, hesitating. "This morning, she pulled me somewhere private, lifted her skirt, and asked me to spank her."

"???"

Naomi was even more bewildered than yesterday. While that kind of hobby existed, the Student Council President... Was she like that in private?

Wait!

Naomi suddenly looked at Shuichi’s expression with suspicion. "Is that really true?"

"Really." Shuichi unzipped the back of her pencil skirt, nodding honestly. After all, everything he said was the truth.

"Then are you two officially dating?" Naomi felt her skirt slip down, the cool air making her shiver slightly.

"No." Shuichi shook his head, tugging down that small piece of lace.

Naomi’s face immediately darkened, and she pinched his ear. "You really are lying to me, aren’t you? You’ve done this much, and yet you say you aren’t officially dating? Did you not listen to a word I said and never actually tried to pursue Tsuki-chan? You’re using these made-up reports as an excuse to get close to me, aren’t you?"

"Sensei, you’re doing me wrong. If you don’t believe me, I’ll bring her along tomorrow and give you a live demonstration. How about that?" Shuichi said helplessly.

"Really?" Seeing his reaction, Naomi became uncertain of her guess.

"Really. If you don’t believe me, I’ll bring her tomorrow to prove it." Shuichi knelt down, pulling the lace fabric down to her ankles.

His absolute confidence made Naomi drop her suspicions. She cooperatively lifted her foot, letting him take the lace away.

However, she still had her doubts. "Fine. But if you come alone tomorrow, Shuichi-kun, don’t even think about coming in."

"No problem." Shuichi hugged her rich, black-stockinged thighs and kissed them, not worried at all. How could that perverted President refuse? She was probably dying to come over and go wild.

"Since I’m listening to Sensei, is there a reward?" Shuichi looked up, admiring the view of her pink pussy.

The high-rising front of her blouse, now free from the restraint of her skirt, swayed lightly, opening a wide window for his view.

Naomi’s face flushed red under his gaze. "No spanking. Tsuki-chan might do that, but I won’t. I’m still a sensei, even if I don’t have much right to say that anymore..."

"I never said I wanted to do that with Sensei. It seems you’re always trying to compete with the President." Shuichi stood up with a laugh, grabbing her hand to help him unbuckle his belt.

"When did I ever compete with her?" Naomi scolded while her nimble fingers easily unbuckled the belt. "You always bring those things up on purpose. Isn’t it because you want to do them?"

"Not at all. The President’s figure is nowhere near yours. My favorite thing to do with you is something she can’t even dream of doing."

Shuichi said this as he buried his face in her boobs. This was definitely something the President couldn’t do—the ’double peak burial.’

"Alright, stop acting spoiled. Lunch break is short. Finish up and get back to class." Naomi said, both annoyed and amused.

"This is clearly the last time, so I have to spend as much time acting spoiled as I can." Shuichi shook his head, burrowing deeper into her embrace.

Naomi felt the itching in her pussy grow more intense until she couldn’t take it anymore. She hugged his head tightly with one hand while the hand that had just unbuckled his belt gripped him tight.

"Shuichi-kun... stop playing around. We really don’t have much time."

"Fine. Then let me help Sensei stretch. I’ve been working out lately and have learned quite a bit. Your shoulders must be so sore from carrying such a heavy load every day, right?"

Shuichi said as he slipped the white coat off her shoulders, followed by her blouse and lace, weighing her heavy ’burden’ with genuine concern.

"What should I do? Since it’s the ’last time,’ I’ll listen to you today."

Naomi draped her arms over his shoulders, her wrists crossing behind his head. A thin mist clouded her eyes, and she bit her lip, her expression incredibly sultry.

Her gartered stockings were still perfectly intact, and she was still wearing her high heels. Her skin contrasted sharply with the black garter belts around her waist, striking a powerful blow to the senses.

"Sensei just needs to place both hands on the edge of the desk, keep your arms and legs straight, and focus on the stretch. Just keep your body at a ninety-degree angle."

Shuichi gave her step-by-step guidance. Naomi hadn’t practiced flexibility much, so such a stretching motion was a bit difficult for her, especially while wearing heels.

"Don’t worry, Sensei. Just stretch out little by little. Every time, try to push back with your arms, then relax and let your body return to position. If you practice this repeatedly, you’ll improve quickly. I’ll hold you from behind, so don’t worry about falling."

Shuichi said as he dutifully supported her slender waist, looking down at the smooth, pale skin of her beautiful back. He hadn’t had the chance to admire it closely before, but he realized now that Naomi actually had Venus dimples!

"I can... start now." Naomi’s waist dipped under the force of gravity, her already impressive curves now sagging into an even more exaggerated arc.

"Good. I’ll help keep you steady." Shuichi said, adjusting his position and taking a small step forward.

Then he pressed tightly against her, using both his hands and his body to hold her firmly in place.

"Mhm..." Naomi immediately did as he said, pressing her hands against the edge of the desk and pushing her body back with her arms.

A wave of soreness immediately rose from her shoulders, making her let out a sultry moan.

"Does it feel sore? Then you’re doing it right. Sensei really needs to practice more. If you only focus on work and ignore your body’s needs, you’ll break down."

Shuichi said, finding that holding her waist was a bit inconvenient. He moved his hands along the sudden rise of her curves, shifting them slightly back until they rested on the exaggerated arc of her hip bones.

"I’m supposed to be the health sensei... and yet Shuichi-kun is lecturing me on this." Naomi complained with a light hum.

"But clearly, while Sensei is dutiful in her work, she isn’t responsible for herself. You have no idea how to take care of yourself."

Shuichi said, his hands pressing down slightly, his fingers sinking into her silky, full flesh.

"I say one thing, you say three. Hmph... you only know how to talk back to your sensei..."

Naomi hummed with dissatisfaction, but she still diligently continued her stretching, pushing back as hard as she could.

She wouldn’t say it aloud, but her body was honestly following her student’s words.

"I’m doing this for Sensei’s sake. But whatever. If talking back is what I do, then as long as Sensei is happy, it’s fine."

Shuichi said this, but he felt a little unhappy and actually gave Naomi a real thump.

This collision was a bit sudden. Naomi staggered slightly, her legs going soft and her knees threatening to buckle.

Luckily, Shuichi was quick to grab her stomach and support her, keeping her from falling.

"It seems holding you up is more stable." Shuichi said as he leaned down and moved his hands forward, gripping her firmly.

"Even though I’ve said it many times, I still have to say it. Shuichi-kun, be a good boy and date the President properly. Only then can I be at peace. Do you understand?"

"No. I’m a bad student who only knows how to talk back to his sensei. Isn’t it normal for me to be disobedient?"

Shuichi began to play the rogue. Since he was already being accused of talking back, if he didn’t actually ’talk back’ a few more times, wouldn’t he be losing out?

Naomi panted with rage, her breathing becoming more and more erratic. She didn’t have the energy to lecture him anymore and could only focus on the stretching exercise, repeatedly extending her arms and pushing her body back.

The lunch break was limited. Stretching for Naomi took up too much time, and by the time they finished, the school bell had been ringing for a while.

Shuichi sat in the chair, holding Naomi in his arms, using a tissue to wipe the fine sweat from her forehead.

Flushed from the exercise, Naomi radiated a seductive aura.

"Tomorrow remember to bring Tsuki-chan, or I really won’t let you in." Naomi gazed at the boy, her fingers lightly tracing his features.

"But I’m a bad student now. I only know how to talk back to my sensei." Shuichi’s lips curled up as he teased her.

Naomi gave him a sultry roll of her eyes. "I’m not joking. You really can’t keep doing this."

"Then as long as I bring the President, I can come in?" Shuichi blinked, playing with her sweat-slicked, full thighs.

"Into the Health Room," Naomi snapped, tapping the tip of his nose.

"Fine... I can never win against Sensei. As long as you don’t call me ’Chiba-kun’ anymore." Shuichi suddenly softened his tone, burying his head in her neck and rubbing against her.

Naomi’s heart softened instantly. "Mhm. I won’t deliberately distance myself from you anymore. But you have to listen to me properly."

"Mhm..."

"Now, shouldn’t you go back? Class has already started." Naomi patted his back.

"This period is Nagase sensei’s." Shuichi didn’t stand up, instead planting light kisses on her collarbone.

"Sumire’s class?" Naomi was stunned. Then... it seemed there really was no rush to go back.

"I haven’t had lunch yet," Shuichi said at the right time.

Naomi immediately broke into a smile. "I get it. I’ll feed you, okay?"

"Then I’ll leave it to you, Sensei." Shuichi said, burying his head in her embrace and waiting for her to proactively feed him.

After skipping Sumire class in the afternoon, Shuichi spent another period idling before the school day finally ended.

Sumire wanted to leave with him, but since it wasn’t the festival anymore, she had to stay for a meeting until the end of the workday.

She could only endure for now and head to the shopping street later.

Shuichi walked back to the shopping street alone, reminiscing on an ordinary day. He felt that spending his life in such a peaceful way wouldn’t be bad.

As he thought, he remembered the tongue tying from yesterday and felt a sudden urge to try it again.

That feeling of his soul being entangled and stirred was truly intoxicating. If he could learn that technique.

However, just as he was about to head toward Haruka’s clothing store, he noticed a small figure standing curiously in front of the glass window of Ichika’s flower shop.

"Reiko?" Shuichi immediately remembered the child’s name.

"Big Brother," Reiko said, giving him a weak smile.

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