Starting Tokyo Life From Inheriting A Shopping Street-Chapter 125

When Shuichi heard this, he didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he looked at Tsuki and said, "The teacher didn’t hear clearly. Can you call out again for her to hear?"

"Master... the little maid needs to go to the bathroom..." Tsuki said breathlessly, looking at Shuichi with longing eyes, occasionally glancing at Sumire’s reaction.

Sumire was stunned, completely frozen in place.

The girl in front of her, who referred to him as "Master" and herself as the "little maid," behaving so shamelessly with every move—could this really be the same Tsuki, the exemplary and outstanding person she knew?

What happened to the cold and aloof demeanor?

What happened to the dignified student council president from just a moment ago?

"Teacher, teacher?" Shuichi waved his hand in front of Sumire, causing her to jump back a step in fright.

"W-What do you want to do?" Sumire asked hurriedly, her heart pounding wildly.

"Could you do me a favor, teacher?" Shuichi asked as if requesting something very ordinary, "Just like last time..."

Last time...

Sumire’s heart skipped a beat as she suddenly recalled the scene in the sports equipment room, realizing something.

Is this world... going insane?

"Oh? You’d rather stay here and watch than keep an eye?" Shuichi asked with a playful tone.

Sumire shuddered, her cheeks turning bright red, and gritted her teeth, saying, "I am a teacher! You guys... anyway, I won’t help you do such shameless things! I’m going to the infirmary!"

"Alright then," Shuichi shrugged, "Anyway, since class has already started, no one’s likely to come by. If we hurry, and there’s no one watching, the risk is actually quite low."

He patted Tsuki on the shoulder, signaling her that she could begin.

Seeing that they were indeed about to do something strange, Sumire’s heart raced with panic. She quickly limped toward the door, dragging her injured foot.

But then, she heard Shuichi’s soft murmur behind her, which piqued her curiosity even more.

"Oh, looks like someone might really come after all. Didn’t Teacher Nagase just call the homeroom teacher of Class 2?"

Tsuki’s voice followed, "But I can’t hold it in anymore, Master..."

"Then there’s no choice—lean into my arms," Shuichi said.

This... how could this be happening?

Sumire stole a glance or two, but quickly turned away, too overwhelmed to keep watching. She hurried to the door, gripping the edge of the sink for support, her hand clutching her chest as her heart pounded in turmoil.

Even though she wasn’t looking, her ears perked up involuntarily, catching bits and pieces of the strange sounds coming from inside.

The splashing of water... and the soft, ambiguous moans slipping from the girl’s lips—half real, half feigned—made her heart tremble.

Sumire swallowed hard, and before she knew it, her imagination began filling in the blanks. Her body began to feel increasingly hot, and she couldn’t stop the flush rising up her neck.

That handsome yet infuriating face of Shuichi, with that good-looking but undeniably mischievous smile, kept flashing through her mind, leaving Sumire completely at a loss.

All the things that had happened between them over these days—the bickering, the teasing, those awkward, tension-filled moments—began playing through her memory one after another.

And finally, everything paused on that moment in the infirmary, when they had bared themselves—figuratively and literally.

She had been held in his arms, her upper body completely bare. The warmth of his palm against her skin seemed to transcend time, as if she could still feel it even now.

"What’s the teacher thinking about? So lost in thought?"

Shuichi’s voice suddenly sounded right next to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe. Sumire shivered, startled—only then realizing that they had already finished in the restroom and come out.

"Y-You two hurry back to class! It’s already late—I’ll go on ahead," Sumire said, flustered.

"We’re already late anyway," Shuichi replied with a smile more dazzling than usual, "Why don’t we walk you to the infirmary first? After all, you sprained your ankle because of me. Wouldn’t it be heartless to just leave you like that?"

Nagase turned her head away, avoiding his gaze. She didn’t dare look directly at him—he was way too good-looking today. The more she looked, the more her heart felt like it was going to race right out of her chest.

"There’s no need... I can manage on my own."

"Teacher, let us take you," Tsuki chimed in, licking her lips slightly, her eyes burning as she stared at the female teacher. "It’s the least we can do, as your students."

Sumire felt a chill run down her spine under Tsuki’s intense gaze. This student council president, who had completely shattered every image she once had of her, was now honestly... terrifying. Even more unsettling than Shuichi.

She wanted to lecture her, to bring her back to the right path—but the words wouldn’t come out.

After all, she had her own dark past. How could she judge anyone, when she herself had secretly cosplayed in the infirmary—and even let a student see?

But then—Nagase’s eyes widened as a realization hit her hard.

Everything had started because of that morning—when she’d been spotted in a cosplay costume at a shop in Akihabara!

That whole incident... it hadn’t been a coincidence.

It was clearly a setup—they had planned it, the two of them had teamed up to stage a whole act, just to drag her into this mess!

She immediately snapped, a bit irritated, "You two..."

Tsuki stepped forward with a cheerful smile and gently supported Sumire’s arm. "No need to be so polite, Sensei. Our pervy Master here is very skilled at foot massages."

Pervy Master...

That nickname was even more outrageous! Nagase’s eyelid twitches uncontrollably.

"Although," Tsuki leaned in close, her breath brushing against Nagase’s ear as she whispered, "He doesn’t use his hands..."

"?!!" Sumire’s mind instantly jumped to several highly inappropriate possibilities.

But it was too late to escape now. Her ankle was still twisted—running was out of the question. Before she could react, the two of them had already flanked her, each taking an arm, and with disturbingly cheerful energy, started escorting her straight to the infirmary.

Not long after the trio had left, a middle-aged, balding teacher arrived at the now-empty restroom, drenched in sweat and completely confused as he looked around the deserted space.

...

On the other side, once they actually reached the infirmary, Sumire unexpectedly let out a sigh of relief. Naomi happened to be free and was still in the infirmary—what a lifesaver.

"What happened here?" Naomi asked curiously, looking over the three of them—especially the student council president.

If it had just been Sumire and Shuichi walking in together, Akane would’ve immediately been on high alert. But since there were three of them, she figured—okay, probably nothing weird going on.

Still... Why did Chiba-kun look extra good today?

Like, was it the lighting? Or had he leveled up somehow since she last saw him?

"There was just a little misunderstanding earlier," Shuichi explained casually. "Teacher got worried I might get hurt and rushed over... ended up twisting her ankle."

No need to hide anything—it was bound to spread around soon anyway.

Naomi’s eyelid twitched slightly as her suspicions about these two deepened. So that’s it, she thought. The sudden glow-up... must be because he’s in love. That’s why he’s started dressing better, huh?

"I see," She said, standing up and heading to the infirmary’s medicine fridge. "Just use a cold pack for now. It’ll help."

Sumire let out a breath like someone who had just narrowly escaped death. "Right, a sprain should be treated with cold compresses—not by massaging it, right?"

"Exactly," Naomi nodded. "And you should rest. Go lie down on the bed, and don’t put any more pressure on that foot."

While preparing the ice pack, Naomi reminded calmly, "Switch to warm compresses after twenty-four hours. At that point, gentle massage will help with blood circulation."

"Massage after twenty-four hours, got it, teacher? Better remember that," Shuichi said with a grin. "And if I’m not mistaken, twenty-four hours from now... that’s exactly tomorrow, around noon—Friday, right?"

"..." Sumire froze.

Tomorrow at noon... That was the agreed-upon time for the second round of cosplay.

She could dodge for a moment, but not forever...

"Teacher, don’t be stubborn now. Hajime-sensei already explained everything clearly—go on, lie down and rest," Tsuki said, her tone cool and composed, slipping right back into her usual calm and collected persona in front of Naomi.

That shift made Nagase feel incredibly disoriented—as if everything that had just happened was nothing more than a bizarre daydream.

But her foot still hurts. And her heart was still pounding.

Nope. Not a dream.

Shuichi and Tsuki worked in sync to help lay Sumire down onto the bed. By then, Naomi had already wrapped the ice pack in a towel and approached with it in hand.

She stepped up to the bedside, rolled up Sumire’s pant leg, revealing a fair and smooth calf, and was just about to take off her sock when the teacher instinctively pulled her foot back.

Naomi frowned, clearly annoyed. "You’re always this uncooperative when I treat you. Can’t you at least try to be a good example for the students?"

Nagase glanced at the two students standing nearby—both watching her with amused, mischievous eyes that clearly said we know way too much. Her inner voice screamed:

I’m sorry—but being a role model is officially beyond me at this point!

Just as Naomi grabbed her restless ankle and was about to continue, the infirmary phone suddenly rang, breaking the tension.

"Moshi moshi? What? The principal burned his mouth while smoking? And it’s serious?"

On the other end, someone seemed to be explaining the situation. Naomi listened with a mixture of disbelief and exasperation, the corner of her mouth twitching. "...Right. Of course he did. Got it, I’m on my way."

She set down the towel-wrapped ice pack and looked like she was about to leave when Sumire immediately panicked. "Naomi-chan..."

Naomi waved her hand dismissively. "I checked it already—it’s not a serious sprain. Just keep the cold compress like I said."

Then she turned to Tsuki and Shuichi. "I’m leaving her to you two. I taught how to handle this kind of minor injury in health class, remember?"

Tsuki nodded calmly. "No problem, Hajime-sensei. You can leave her to us."

Sumire’s face instantly stiffened.

This... is definitely not part of the official health curriculum.

"Good to hear, the student council president is reliable after all." Naomi gave a thumbs-up and then grabbed the first aid kit, heading out.

Reliable ghost!

Sumire helplessly reached out toward her retreating figure, only to finally let her hand fall in defeat.

I can’t escape this...

Damn principal!!!

Shuichi, still amused, looked at her. "Teacher, it’s just the three of us now. Got anything you want to say?"

His tone was casual, but there was that same mischievous glint in his eyes that sent a shiver down her spine.

Sumire hugged herself tightly, biting her lip, utterly flustered. The most flustering part was that, inexplicably, she was somewhat looking forward to what might happen next!

She even imagined what it would be like if it were her in the bathroom!

But while her mind entertained such thoughts, her mouth stubbornly insisted, "No way... I’m your teacher..."

"What’s not allowed? A student just helping a teacher with an ice pack—why wouldn’t that be okay? Didn’t you ’help’ us quite eagerly before, Sensei? This is just what we should do."

Saying that, Shuichi sat down on the edge of the bed and reached out to grab Sumire’s restless foot.

Then, without hesitation, he slipped off her sock...

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