Starting Tokyo Life From Inheriting A Shopping Street-Chapter 113

An immediately burst into giggles. “Chiba-kun, don’t grab my foot—it’s so ticklish…!”

"Hm?" Shuichi raised an eyebrow. So her feet are this ticklish too? Just like her sister…

"Come here, let me give you a kiss." Shuichi couldn’t hold back anymore as he looked at the silly girl’s pure, joyful expression.

"Oh, okay! But can you let go of my foot first? It really tickles…" An took a deep breath to steady herself, then scooted closer on her little butt, tilting her face up expectantly.

"Not on the lips—on the cheek." Shuichi cupped her soft face and planted a firm, playful kiss on her slightly chubby, baby-smooth cheek.

Smooth and soft—almost as good as her sister’s thighs.

An touched her cheek, still damp with his kiss, looking a little dazed. “But if we’re dating, shouldn’t we kiss on the lips? Why the cheek?”

“We’re not dating.” Shuichi stated matter-of-factly.

“Oh… that’s true.” An nodded in sudden realization.

Looking at the silly girl who trusted him so easily, Shuichi almost felt like giving her a lollipop—but for some reason, an inexplicable sense of guilt crept up on him.

After all, if you had even a shred of conscience, tricking a fool was something that just didn’t sit right.

Shuichi didn’t think he had much of a conscience, but apparently, he still had some.

…

After finishing lunch, the two of them parted ways and headed downstairs. Shuichi didn’t return to the classroom, though. Instead, he made his way to the infirmary—for an appointment.

He had already confirmed the time with Nagase-sensei earlier in the morning. They were supposed to meet at the infirmary right about now.

Since it was right after school, the peak time for club activities, there was a much higher chance of students getting injured and heading to the infirmary. That meant it wouldn’t stay quiet for long.

When Shuichi reached the infirmary door, he noticed it was locked from the inside. He knocked lightly.

There was a sudden commotion inside, the sound of someone scrambling around in a panic, followed by Sumire’s voice.

“Who is it? What do you need?”

“It’s me, Sensei.” Shuichi replied, a small smirk appearing on his lips.

The door cracked open just enough for one person to squeeze through. Before he could react, Sumire grabbed his arm and yanked him inside.

"Does it really have to be this dramatic?" Shuichi couldn't help but chuckle.

"I don't want to be this sneaky either, but you're the one insisting on doing this kind of thing in the infirmary." Sumire shot him an annoyed glare.

"The way you say that, Sensei, makes it sound like we're having a secret rendezvous." Shuichi laughed softly.

"Don't joke about things like that!" Sumire reacted instantly, her voice sharp—but at the same time, an unbidden memory surfaced in her mind.

That day, when he had pulled her into an embrace from behind…

Her heart suddenly started racing.

"Alright, alright, we're just discussing cosplay." Shuichi nodded in agreement.

"Of course, just discussing cosplay." Sumire repeated, as if convincing herself. Her nervousness seemed to ease a little.

"So… shall we start now?" Shuichi eyed her from head to toe.

Feeling a bit uncomfortable under his gaze, Sumire hesitated. But since she had already agreed to this, going back on her word now would go against her principles. So, despite her reluctance, she decided to go through with it.

"Sit over there and wait. I'll change in the infirmary bed area." She said, pointing to Naomi's office chair.

Shuichi casually did as she said, walking over to the chair and sitting down.

He watched as Sumire pulled an Ultraman suit out from under the infirmary bed's blanket. Then, she drew the bed’s curtains tightly around her before disappearing behind them.

Shuichi blinked and shifted his head slightly, trying different angles, but all he could see was a faint silhouette moving behind the curtain.

Suddenly, Sumire’s head popped out from between the curtains, her expression serious as she warned, "No peeking, got it?"

Shuichi stroked his chin, seriously pondering for a moment. “So… what exactly is there to peek at? Honestly, if I took off my shirt in the bathroom and looked in the mirror, that’d probably be more interesting.”

“!!!” Sumire was instantly furious. “You… you bastard… Just the other day, you—”

“Huh? What happened the other day?” Shuichi tilted his head in confusion. “I remember Sensei saying nothing happened that day.”

Sumire was about to explode. She clenched her fists, trembling with frustration, wanting nothing more than to lunge at him and bite him right now.

The more she looked at that infuriating smirk of his, the angrier she became.

But the worst part? She couldn’t even win against him in an argument!

"Alright..."

Whether it was because she was in a hurry or simply because her figure made changing easier, Sumire finished getting dressed surprisingly quickly.

From inside the curtain, her voice rang out.

Shuichi, who had been idly listening to the rustling sounds, had to suppress a laugh. The whole situation was just too ridiculous—there was absolutely nothing seductive about it.

Honestly, even that silly girl teasing him with her toes earlier was more effective at making his heart race.

He leaned back in the chair, watching the slightly wobbly curtain hooks above. This is gonna end in disaster, he thought.

But hey, not his problem.

The curtain slowly pulled open, revealing a familiar figure—

"Hm?" Shuichi blinked in confusion. Which Ultraman is this again?

"So... how does it look? Wearing this must be weird, right?" Sumire asked, her voice filled with embarrassment.

"Not at all. You look great in it, Sensei. Be more confident." Shuichi replied smoothly. He didn’t immediately mention that this wasn’t the Ultraman he had been expecting. Instead, he decided to take a moment to appreciate the sight in front of him.

"Hmm… If you say so." Sumire still felt awkward. This was her first time cosplaying as an Ultraman, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

Naomi, standing just outside the door, was completely stunned.

She had been sent on an errand by Sumire earlier, but something had felt off—so she hurried back as quickly as possible. And now, she had arrived just in time to hear this.

【Wearing this must be weird, right?】

【Not at all. You look great in it, Sensei. Be more confident.】

【If there's no problem, then hurry up and take a look. We still have afternoon classes. If someone walks in, it'll be a disaster.】

【There's still more than twenty minutes of lunch break left. No rush. Let me take my time and appreciate it first. Don't rush me.】 novelbuddy-cσ๓

Naomi’s brain short-circuited.

What the hell is going on inside?!

These words—no matter how you hear them—sound exactly like that, don’t they?!

So, Sumire-chan really is in her own infirmary, wearing those kinds of skimpy clothes for the students to admire, huh?!

Shouldn’t this kind of thing be stopped immediately? If this goes on, Sumire-chan might not be able to turn back!

For a moment, Naomi had the urge to barge in, but she quickly calmed down. If she went in now, it would only make things awkward for both of them.

As a friend, she couldn’t interfere too much. A subtle reminder or warning afterward should be enough.

Foll𝑜w current novels on fre(e)w𝒆bnovel