Inside the storage room Tsuki was giving Chiba blowjob. It was her first time giving blowjob as she was quite sloppy at it. It happened while she was making slutty poses and Chiba got hard and then one thing led to another and here he was receiving a blowjob from her.
The only blowjob he got was from Fumika and the way she moved her tongue made him feel butterflies in his stomach and compared to Fumika, Tsuki skills were of a novice. But she was very obedient and followed his every command so she could make him feel good.
When she saw his cock for the first time she was very shocked as she may be a masochist but she never saw a real cock and this big. She was nervous but she never felt this much thrill in her life before not even when she was getting spanked by her little sister.
She put on a strong face and said, "What do you want to do with me?"
Chiba smiled at her act and grabbed her mouth and opened it. Then he slid his cock in her mouth. And told her to worship it with her tongue.
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Even though Shuichi was feeling so good it sent shivers down his spine, he still quickly noticed someone peeking through the ventilation window.
With a glance from the corner of his eye, he spotted a familiar sight—Sumire's outdated, nerdy glasses. His lips curled into a sly smirk as he gently ran his fingers through Tsuki's silky hair and whispered,
"Hey, President… Nagase-sensei is watching us through the window right now."
Tsuki's breathing instantly became ragged with his cock in her mouth and her hand in her skirt.
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It was unclear how much time had passed when, suddenly, loud knocking came from the storage room door, accompanied by voices.
"Why is this locked?"
"Isn't it supposed to stay open for the sports festival?"
"Is someone inside?!"
The urgent pounding on the door only heightened Tsuki's thrill. Her legs went weak, and she collapsed to her knees.
Shuichi took this moment to glance toward the ventilation window.
Sumire panicked the instant their eyes met. Startled, she jerked her head back, hastily straightened her clothes, and bolted for the main entrance of the storage room.
"Ahem. What are you three doing here?" Sumire covered her mouth and let out a small cough, eyeing the three students in front of her.
Rina Tomatsu flinched, then glanced at her two best friends. The two of them instinctively shrank back and turned their heads away, leaving her no choice but to step up and speak.
"N-Nothing, really… We just thought it was weird that the door was locked… That's all…"
"Oh, I'll take care of that. You three go have lunch." Sumire's tone left no room for argument.
"O-Oh, okay! See you later, Sensei!"
Rina Tomatsu was about to grab her two friends and make a run for it, but when she turned around—those two had already sneaked several meters away!
Those traitors!!
They had all agreed to come check out Shuichi together—to see if he was actually as handsome as people claimed, and why the class rep had turned into a complete idiot around him. But the moment a teacher showed up, they just dumped her and ran?!
As the three students fled the scene, Sumire exhaled sharply and smacked a hand against her forehead.
What the hell am I even doing?
Why am I covering for him?!
…Oh, right. Because he had dirt on her.
That's fine then—
Wait.
So that's what this was about?!
This bastard had told her he had something important to discuss about Kitagawa, luring her to the storage room—just to make her stand guard for him?!
Unforgivable!!!
Sumire's suspicions were 100% correct—Shuichi was pure evil! She hadn't misjudged him at all!
Just as she was about to explode in frustration, the door to the storage room cracked open.
Shuichi casually leaned out, only showing his upper body. His expression was as relaxed and natural as if nothing had happened.
"Sensei?"
Sumire quickly forced her face into a stern expression, pretending as if nothing was wrong. She turned back and frowned at him.
"Chiba-kun? If you were inside the whole time, why are you only coming out now? I've been waiting here for ages!"
Shuichi looked at her with amused eyes and replied in the most infuriatingly nonchalant tone—
"Oh, I just had something to take care of. Sensei, do you have any tissues? Can I borrow some?"
...
Sumire's eyes widened in horror, and for a moment, she thought her heart stopped beating.
This guy—his guts are unreal!!!
How could he say something like that so casually?!
How was his mental strength this absurdly strong?!
Wait.
Why is he only showing his upper body?!
Sumire had found the blind spot.
Her heart, which had stopped for a moment, suddenly began pounding furiously. Unable to help herself, her gaze drifted toward the shadowed space behind the door.
Shuichi tilted his head slightly, then shifted his body, stepping fully into view.
His clothes were perfectly in place. Shirt tucked, pants secured—everything was completely normal.
"..."
Sumire was stunned.
For some reason, things not being how she had imagined left her feeling… inexplicably disappointed.
"Sensei, I'm just asking for some tissues," Shuichi chuckled, exuding an air of amused exasperation. "I'll even buy you ten packs later if it helps."
Expressionless, Sumire reached into her pocket, pulled out a pack of tissues, and threw it at him.
"Forget it. Just take them. Hurry up and deal with whatever—you still owe me an explanation about Kitagawa."
"Much appreciated. Sensei, you've been a huge help," Shuichi said with a grin as he caught the tissues. Then, without another word, he closed the door again.
Left staring at the tightly shut storage room door, Sumire slowly covered her face with both hands.
Only then did she realize—
Her face was burning.
"This is a nightmare… yeah, that's it. I must be dreaming. Nothing happened. I saw nothing… nothing at all…"
"Sensei, what are you mumbling about?"
The storage room door suddenly swung open again.
Shuichi stood there, looking at her with an innocent expression, as if he truly had no idea what was going on.
"Nothing! It's nothing." Sumire quickly straightened up, face blank and composed.
"Oh, okay." Shuichi nodded, then pretended to think for a moment before casually suggesting, "Let's go talk, then. How about… behind the storage room? No one will bother us there."
Thud.
Thud, thud.
Thud, thud, thud!
Sumire could hear her own heartbeat.
It was pounding.
Loud. Unruly. As if her heart itself was trying to escape from her body and flee this damn situation.
He knows.
He definitely knows I was spying.
The dignity of a teacher… shattered beyond repair.
Going with him—something bad will definitely happen, right?
Of course, it will. This guy was pure evil.
But did she have the right to refuse?
No.
He had dirt on her. If he really wanted to blackmail her into doing something terrible, she wouldn't even be able to resist.
"Sensei?"
Shuichi waved a hand in front of her face.
Sumire sucked in a deep breath, bit her lip, and forced out the words, "Let's go."
Shuichi watched her reaction, amusement flickering in his eyes. Then, with a smirk, he turned and led the way.
As they left, Tsuki, hair loose and head lowered, quickly slipped out of the storage room in the opposite direction.
—
Behind the sports storage room, the two of them stood face to face.
Shuichi glanced up at the ventilation window, his smile deepening with undisguised meaning.
Meanwhile, Sumire had the look of a warrior about to march to her execution.
"Alright," She gritted out. "What do you want?"
"Huh? Sensei, what are you talking about? I don't quite understand. Weren't we supposed to be talking about Kitagawa-san?" Shuichi feigned confusion, playing the part perfectly.
Sumire shrugged, indifferent. "Alright, let's talk about Kitagawa then."
"I like your attitude, Sensei. If you treat Kitagawa-san normally, your relationship will be much easier to develop." Shuichi complimented her before moving on.
"What I wanted to ask was when Kitagawa-san plans to move in, and if she needs help with anything, like renovations. I can recommend a reliable team."
"She's moving in today. As for renovations, she doesn't need anything. She just wants to open the shop as it is."
Sumire spoke absentmindedly about Kitagawa, her thoughts clearly elsewhere. The real issue was what was coming next.
"I see." Shuichi nodded, already expecting this. As expected, Kitagawa wasn't an easy person to get close to.
"Is there anything else?" Sumire took another deep breath, preparing herself for what was to come.
"Actually, yes." Shuichi smirked, clearly enjoying the moment. "As we discussed last week, now that you're feeling better, it's time to ask for more from you."
"Just say it. Let's see how terrible your request is." Sumire said, her face a mixture of frustration and resignation as she met his gaze.
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