Starting Tokyo Life From Inheriting A Shopping Street

"Hi!"

The accountant shivered and quickly stood up. She knew that the president was not joking when it came to this; if she made a mistake, she would end up just like the former accountant…

"Mm." Tsuki Akiyama seemed uncertain, withdrawing her gaze and scanning the room. Wherever her eyes landed, the class representatives all straightened their backs instinctively.

"Today's task is to finalize the detailed schedule for the sports festival and the responsibilities each class needs to take on... Hmm..."

She was halfway through speaking when she suddenly felt a hand on her thigh, causing her body to stiffen immediately. She quickly glanced out of the corner of her eye at Shuichi Chiba on her left.

Sure enough, the latter had a barely noticeable smile at the corner of his mouth.

"President?" Nearly thirty people focused their attention on Tsuki Akiyama.

With so many people watching, yet someone harassing her under the table, Tsuki Akiyama felt as though her body was being jolted, like being pressed by a massager. The sensation was overwhelming.

A moan, almost impossible to suppress, was about to escape her throat.

"No, it's nothing. I haven't been feeling well recently." Tsuki Akiyama covered her mouth with her left hand and forced herself to speak. "Let's continue… Each class will be assigned… some… tasks, and…"

At this moment, An Akiyama raised her hand decisively. "Our class volunteers to manage the sports equipment storage."

Tsuki Akiyama's face was almost dripping with sweat, and a blush was spreading across her cheeks. Upon hearing this, she felt like she was teetering on the edge.

The sports equipment storage… Was this Shuichi Chiba's idea?

Oh… So, it's finally come to this part?

Shuichi Chiba remained as inconspicuous as ever, silent, simply savoring the smooth feel of the girl's skin.

Watching her struggle to suppress her moans, seeing her teetering on the brink of collapse, was strangely mesmerizing.

There was something undeniably magnetic about this scene—utterly captivating.

"Sure… Other tasks… Ahem, ahem…" Tsuki Akiyama couldn't hold back any longer. Just as she was about to let out a sound, she disguised it with a cough.

"President!" The discipline student leaned toward her right side, worried. "You should rest for a bit. I heard from An-chan that your family is moving recently. Is it too much for you? We can handle the student council work."

"No need!" Tsuki Akiyama quickly declined. No way! She was just getting into it. How could she let it end like this?

"President…" Even the vice president, who rarely spoke, couldn't help but interject, "Your health is important. Don't worry, I'll oversee everything here."

"That's enough! I said no!" Tsuki Akiyama gritted her teeth, her expression cold.

The remaining student council members hesitated but didn't dare defy the strong-willed president. They could only sigh internally, thinking she was pushing herself too hard. There was no need to be so demanding of herself—after all, everyone has moments when they're unwell or not at their best.

"Let's continue the meeting." Tsuki Akiyama barely finished speaking when she felt Shuichi Chiba's hand move towards the hem of her skirt. She quickly covered her mouth again.

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"President, thank you for your hard work!"

"President, please take care of yourself!"

"President, go home early and get some rest."

Tsuki Akiyama nodded expressionlessly as she watched the class representatives leave.

Once the student council members had also dispersed, leaving only her, her younger sister, and Shuichi Chiba in the meeting room, she finally relaxed.

Watching Tsuki Akiyama collapse onto the desk, her body trembling as she indulged in the lingering sensations, Shuichi Chiba's lips curled into a subtle smile.

"The president is really dedicated. Even though you're clearly feeling so unwell, you still managed to fulfill your duties. Truly admirable."

"Mhm, mhm." An Akiyama, oblivious, neatly tapped her notebook on the table and nodded repeatedly. "That's just how my sister is. No matter what, she always gets things done."

"Such hard work." Shuichi Chiba reached out and ran his hand through Tsuki Akiyama's long, silky hair. The texture was soft and fragrant, like satin.

"Mmm…" Tsuki Akiyama let out a long moan, raising her flushed face, her eyes hazy as she gazed at the two.

"But this isn't enough to make me surrender. Whatever torment fate has in store, bring it on!"

Shuichi Chiba twitched a little at her words, shooting her a sidelong glance. This perverted president was really something else.

"Want to go home together for dinner? You don't have more work, right, Sis?" An Akiyama, completely ignoring her sister's unusual state, clutched her growling stomach.

Tsuki Akiyama: '…'

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However, Tsuki Akiyama was indeed eager to get home, so the three of them ended up leaving together for a rare after-school outing.

When they reached the bustling shopping district, it was peak rush hour, and the ramen shop was packed.

"Are you really hungry now? The shop's full. Should I ask Mom to make a separate portion for you, or do you want to wait until it quiets down and eat later?"

Tsuki Akiyama sent her sister in to help while turning to Shuichi Chiba.

Shuichi Chiba glanced at his phone. "It's not even six yet. I'll eat later, but you can bring it to me when it's ready."

"Why not eat here? Even though it's a women' ramen shop, most such places have male staff too. You can just say you're helping out." Tsuki Akiyama explained, a hint of expectation in her tone. She liked the idea of Shuichi Chiba teasing her in the shop during business hours.

"But I think it'd be better if my little maid delivered it to me instead. What do you think?" Shuichi Chiba chuckled softly.

Licking her lips, Tsuki Akiyama replied, "Understood, perverted young master~."

"Today's a cat-petting day. My hands are itching." Shuichi Chiba remarked casually before heading off, leaving Tsuki Akiyama feeling excitedly expectant.

…

Shuichi Chiba passed the time watching anime until after seven, when Tsuki Akiyama finally arrived.

Standing at the second-floor doorway, he looked at her unusually nervous demeanor, amused as he sized her up.

"Ready to demonstrate how to use that thing today?"

"I… I am…" Tsuki Akiyama clenched the hem of her skirt, her face full of hesitation and conflict.

Her acting was getting more polished, perhaps because she had imagined this scene countless times in her head.

"Are you sure you're ready?" Shuichi Chiba's gaze shifted toward her skirt.

"I'm ready, you perverted young master!" Tsuki Akiyama exclaimed, somewhat embarrassed, as she pushed past him into the room, placing the dinner she brought onto the table before slipping into the bathroom. "I'll go change."

Watching her slightly flustered figure, Shuichi Chiba rubbed his chin. Was this genuine shyness or just an act? He couldn't quite tell.

One would think a perverted president like her would prefer demonstrating on the spot…

But he didn't dwell on it too much. Soon enough, the aroma of the food distracted him, and his growling stomach reminded him it was already past his usual dinner time.

Why wait in vain when he could eat while waiting?

Walking to the dining table, Shuichi Chiba unpacked the food, rubbed his hands together, and began to feast.

"This is amazing…" He muttered, slurping his noodles and savoring the flavors. "With a six-hundred-percent flavor boost, even a god wouldn't leave without sipping the soup."

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