Starting Tokyo Life From Inheriting A Shopping Street

Early Wednesday morning, Shuichi was shaken awake. Before even opening his eyes, he instinctively asked, "Feeling better? Already starting to cause trouble again?"

"Hmm? What trouble?"

An's silly voice came through, making Shuichi a little more awake. He looked at the girl in front of him and beckoned her over.

An obediently leaned in. "Do you want to pinch my face or rub my belly?"

So self-aware now? She's even offering a menu?

Shuichi paused for a moment, then made his choice. "Rub your belly."

"Oh." An obediently climbed onto the bed, slipped under the covers, and nestled into his arms.

Shuichi's hand skillfully slipped under the silly girl's collar, kneading her soft little belly.

The smooth, bouncy texture was almost on par with his Fumika—ahem—with a very satisfying feel.

"So, not only have you taken over your sister's meal delivery duties, but you're handling wake-up calls now too?" After enjoying a few more squeezes, Shuichi asked.

"Ah! Right!" An suddenly remembered why she was there. "My sister has a fever again! She told me to come wake you up so you can go treat her."

"..."

Shuichi's hand paused mid-motion, momentarily at a loss for words. This silly girl was really throwing her sister under the bus—no wonder the student council president had such a hard time…

With an exasperated pat on her little butt, he said, "Then hurry up and get up already. I'll change and head over."

"Oh, oh."

An rolled straight to the edge of the bed, letting her legs drop to the floor first, then pushed herself up in one smooth motion. The whole sequence was so practiced that it was obvious she had perfected the art of laziness.

Shuichi threw on his clothes and washed up quickly. Without his little maid attending to him, he actually felt a little unaccustomed to it.

Having An assist him would have been easy enough, but as long as she didn't cause trouble, that was already a win.

The two of them climbed over the balcony into the next room. Tsuki's face was flushed, but her eyes were bright with anticipation.

Trying to suppress her excitement, she pulled out a thermometer and said, "38 degrees. I suppose it's time for some fever… medicine, right?"

Shuichi immediately caught on and turned to An. "Alright, leave this to me. Go downstairs and eat before your food gets cold."

An instinctively swallowed at the mention of food but felt a little guilty about leaving so quickly. Hesitating, she asked, "Are you sure you don't need any help?"

"No need, I've got this." Shuichi ruffled her hair, easily coaxing her away.

An didn't think twice and bolted away without hesitation. As An made her way downstairs, the smell of freshly cooked rice and miso soup wafted through the air, making her stomach growl. She quickened her pace, already picturing the steaming bowl waiting for her.

Watching her leave, Tsuki rolled her eyes. "That heartless girl… She's the reason I have a fever, yet all she thinks about is eating."

Shuichi sighed, shaking his head. "Come on, Tsuki. You know that's not true."

Tsuki huffed, turning her face away from him. "I do know. And that's the problem," she grumbled. "She feels guilty for making me sick, but instead of staying to take care of me, she runs off to stuff her face. Some sister she is."

"And you have the nerve to call her out?" Shuichi snorted. "Aren't you the same? Sick as a dog but still thinking about playing. Guess that's just sisterly consistency."

"This is… for medical purposes…" Tsuki muttered weakly.

"Where's the fever medicine?" Shuichi asked.

"Huh? You didn't bring a fever suppository, young master?" Tsuki asked in surprise.

"There was only one left, and I swiped that from the infirmary last week." Shuichi said, shrugging.

Tsuki visibly deflated, dejectedly pointing to a storage box on the shelf beside her desk.

Shuichi walked over, retrieved the fever medicine, and watched as she took it with some water. Suddenly, he murmured, "38 degrees, huh…"

Hearing that, Tsuki perked up instantly, the light returning to her eyes as she looked at him expectantly.

"You really are a troublesome one," Shuichi sighed. His gaze fell to her lips—seemed like she wouldn't settle down today unless he gave her a little reward.

He stood at the edge of Tsuki's bed, his gaze locked on her as she lay there, her body soft and inviting against the sheets. Her eyes met his, wide and submissive, a silent offering shimmering in their depths. Tsuki's lips parted slightly, her breath quickening as she shifted, resting on her elbows, her hair fanning out across the pillow like a dark halo. The air between them crackled with tension, thick with unspoken desire.

"Master," She murmured, her voice a trembling whisper, laced with need. She looked so fragile, so eager, and it stirred something primal in him. He stepped closer, his fingers grazing her cheek before sliding down to cup her chin, tilting her face up toward him. Tsuki shivered at the touch, a quiet whimper slipping out as she pressed herself into his hand, craving the control he wielded over her.

"Open your mouth," He said, his voice low and firm, leaving no room for hesitation. Tsuki complied instantly, her lips parting wider as she tilted her head back, offering herself to him. Shuichi's breath caught as he guided himself to her, the wet heat of her mouth closing around his cock as she took him in. Her hands rested lightly on his thighs, fingers pressing into his skin as if to steady herself.

"Fuck, Tsuki," He growled, his voice rough as his hand slid into her hair, gripping it tightly. He tugged just enough to make her gasp, the sharp sting making her squirm with delight. She loved it—the bite of pain, the way it mingled with her pleasure, pushing her deeper into submission. Her eyes fluttered, tears prickling at the corners, but she didn't pull back. Instead, she leaned in, taking him deeper, desperate to please him. But she couldn't because he was too big for her mouth.

Shuichi's control wavered as he watched her, the sight of her devotion unraveling him. His hips rocked slightly, matching her rhythm, his grip tightening in her hair as the pressure built. Tsuki's muffled whimpers grew more frantic, her masochistic hunger driving her to push past her limits. She wanted him to lose himself in her, to claim her completely.

He didn't hold back. With a low, guttural groan, Shuichi came, spilling into her mouth as his body tensed. Tsuki froze for a split second, then swallowed eagerly, her throat working around him as she took everything he gave her. Her eyes flicked up to his, seeking approval, her cheeks flushed and her lips still glistening as she pulled back slightly, a thin thread of saliva connecting them.

Shuichi's chest heaved as he caught his breath, his hand loosening in her hair to stroke it gently instead. "Good girl." He muttered, his voice hoarse but warm. Tsuki's lips curved into a small, dazed smile, her body trembling faintly from the intensity. She licked her lips, savoring the taste of him, basking in the quiet praise and the way he looked at her—like she was his completely.

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Most of his morning ended up being wasted on Tsuki. By the time Shuichi finally made it downstairs, An had already finished eating and left.

Mrs. Akiyama kept her gaze straight ahead, her posture a bit stiff as she said, "Chiba-kun, thank you for your hard work. Even though Tsuki-chan is sick, she's still troubling you like this."

"It's nothing. We're classmates, and now we're neighbors too. Besides, with food as delicious as yours, Mrs. Akiyama, helping out a little is the least I can do." Shuichi replied naturally as he took a seat at the bar counter.

Mrs. Akiyama nodded and asked, "So, what would you like to eat? Today's breakfast is quite hearty."

Without hesitation, Shuichi said, "I've been working out recently. My trainer told me to get more protein so my muscles can grow faster. Some chicken breast or other high-protein foods would be perfect."

"Got it, leave it to me! I'll make sure to help Chiba-kun bulk up properly." Mrs. Akiyama said with a knowing smile.

Mrs. Akiyama nodded, tying her apron tighter as she turned toward the kitchen counter. "Alright then, let's get some real muscle-building fuel into you." She said enthusiastically.

Shuichi sat at the small kitchen table, stretching his arms. "I don't wanna trouble you, though…"

Mrs. Akiyama waved a hand dismissively. "Nonsense! You know I love cooking, and I can't let you start your day half-fed." She moved swiftly, gathering ingredients—a chicken breast, eggs, tofu, and even a small portion of yogurt from the fridge.

The sound of oil sizzling filled the kitchen as she seared the chicken breast in a pan, seasoning it lightly with salt and soy sauce. At the same time, she cracked two eggs into a bowl, whisking them before pouring them into another pan to make a simple, fluffy scramble. The aroma of cooking food made Shuichi sit up a little straighter, his stomach grumbling in anticipation.

"You really go all out, huh?" He said, watching her work.

Mrs. Akiyama chuckled as she flipped the chicken. "Of course! If you're serious about training, you need the right nutrition."

Shuichi didn't know how to respond, so he just watched as she arranged everything onto a plate—sliced chicken breast, scrambled eggs, a small bowl of miso soup with tofu, and a side of natto and rice. She even added a bit of Greek yogurt with honey for an extra boost.

"Here you go," she said, setting the plate in front of him with a proud smile. "A protein-packed breakfast fit for an athlete!"

….

After preparing Shuichi's breakfast, Mrs. Akiyama carried a tray of porridge upstairs. She deliberately didn't knock and walked straight into the room.

The first thing she did upon entering was take a subtle sniff of the air.

Hmm… something's off. Looks like those two had quite the intense session.

"Tsuki-chan, it's time for breakfast." She said as she approached the bed, setting the tray down while carefully observing her eldest daughter's face.

Tsuki had returned to her usual self—barely opening her drowsy eyes, looking utterly exhausted. A faint, unusual flush remained on her cheeks.

"Oh, thanks for the hard work, Mom."

"It's no trouble at all. Tsuki-chan, you need to get better quickly." Mrs. Akiyama said as she picked up the bowl of porridge. She stirred it gently with a spoon, then blew on it to cool it down before bringing it to her daughter's lips.

However, just as Tsuki opened her mouth, Mrs. Akiyama suddenly paused, blinking curiously.

Tsuki froze instantly, her heartbeat skyrocketing. But she reacted quickly—casually wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.

Feigning nonchalance, she asked, "Hmm? What's wrong, Mom?"

"Nothing…" Mrs. Akiyama blinked again but didn't press further, simply continuing to feed her.

"We should stock up on more high-protein foods soon," She remarked casually. "You need extra nutrition since you're sick, and Chiba-kun has been working out lately too. You're both working so hard."

"Uh… yeah, that makes sense. Thanks, Mom." Tsuki replied, doing her best to sound composed—even as her feet under the covers remained perfectly tense.

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