Starting Tokyo Life From Inheriting A Shopping Street

A/N:- Have any of you know about MEMORIZE manhwa which ends on season 2. I picked it up and you can read chapters after season 2 ends on NovelBin.

On the other side, Mrs. Akiyama heard that her eldest daughter was sick and immediately felt a bit worried. She quickly put down her work and went upstairs.

However, just as she reached her daughter's bedroom door and was about to open it, she suddenly heard strange noises coming from inside.

"The medicine is ready..." A familiar boy's voice rang out.

"Mm..." A long, gentle response followed.

"Can you feel it?"

"Mm-hmm..."

"Looks like you're sweating a little. Seems like you'll get better soon."

"Mm..."

Mrs. Akiyama blinked twice, gently touched her cheek, and revealed a knowing smile—ah, the games of young people…

…

In the Akiyama sisters' bedroom, after using the fever-reducing suppository, Tsuki was tucked back into the blanket, wrapped up tightly.

"Is that all? I feel really sick. I probably need more treatment, right?" She muttered, still unsatisfied.

Shuichi, who had just finished dealing with the gloves and washed his hands, was speechless at her words. Even when sick, she was still so troublesome.

"There's more. I haven't taken your temperature yet." Shuichi said, exasperated.

Hearing that, Tsuki's breathing became more rapid, and sweat continued to form on her forehead. "Where… where are you taking my temperature?"

Shuichi's gaze fell on the packaging of the fever suppository.

Tsuki’s breath hitched at the sight, and in an instant, she began trembling with excitement, sweating profusely until her pajamas were nearly soaked.

There were three methods of measuring body temperature. The underarm method had the lowest reading, typically between 36-37°C. The oral method was slightly higher, about 0.2°C more, with a normal range of 36.2-37.2°C.

The last method produced the highest reading, about 0.5°C more than the underarm temperature, with a normal range of 36.5-37.5°C.

Shuichi looked at her and smirked. "Judging by your reaction, you're really looking forward to it, huh?" He reached out and touched her face—it was still burning hot, but now damp with sweat.

His fingers brushed against her equally hot lips, feeling the clear warmth of her breath.

"Mm..." Tsuki opened her mouth, trying to bite his hand, but Shuichi quickly dodged.

Shuichi playfully teased her with his fingers, not letting her succeed.

Tsuki, like a cat fixated on a toy, kept lifting herself up, trying to bite him.

This little struggle only made her sweat even more.

"You really are something else." Shuichi muttered, suddenly pinching her cheeks. He noticed that her neck was already covered in beads of sweat.

Then, without hesitation, he reached into her collar. He pinched her nipples. Which result a moan from her. 

And after checking for a moment, he pulled his hand out, now damp with sweat, and held it up in front of Tsuki, showing her.

"All of this—your sweat."

Tsuki let out a soft whimper, her flushed face burning with both embarrassment and excitement.

Shuichi withdrew his hand, only to reach back under the blanket. When he had used the fever suppository earlier, her pajama pants had gotten in the way and were tossed aside.

So now, beneath the blanket, Tsuki was wearing only her nightshirt and a pair of blue-and-white striped underwear. Her bare, smooth legs were right within reach.

Her sweat-covered thighs, usually as soft and silky as pudding, now felt slightly different—damp and a little slippery. Yet, there was an indescribable allure to them.

"You're drenched in sweat here too. If this keeps up, you'll start smelling bad," Shuichi said with feigned disdain, pulling his hand back and wiping it on the blanket. "Completely ruins the mood."

"Guh... I-It's not smelly at all..." Tsuki bit her lip, enduring the humiliation, her whole body trembling violently.

"Not smelly?" Shuichi lowered his head, moving closer to her neck and sniffed. "You’re drenched in sweat."

"Mm…" Tsuki's body suddenly stiffened, then her breathing quickly grew erratic.

Shuichi pressed his forehead against hers, their noses touching, his hands in her panty rubbing her pussy and looked into her eyes as he asked:

"Are you really that turned on? The student council president is truly shameless—getting this excited even while being humiliated."

Tsuki couldn't find the words to respond. As she came from the simulation, she suddenly felt a strange sense of relief washing over her.

Shuichi noticed a change as well—her forehead didn’t feel as hot anymore. It seemed that sweating had done the trick. “Rest for a bit. I’m going downstairs for breakfast.”

“Master…” Tsuki quickly reached out to grab him, but her hand grasped nothing but air.

Without looking back, Shuichi said, “I’ll be back to mess with you after I eat. You should eat something too.”

“Oh…” Tsuki licked her lips with lingering desire, finally relaxing.

…

Of course, Shuichi had no intention of wasting his time feeding Tsuki breakfast. If it was Fumika, he might consider it—but for a crazed pervert like the student council president? Not a chance.

She didn’t care for tenderness—she only liked being treated roughly.

As soon as Shuichi pushed open the door, he heard hurried footsteps. He frowned and glanced toward the staircase, but saw no one.

Suspicion crept into his mind. Eavesdropping again? Why does everyone love doing this so much?

Sayuki did it. Nagase-sensei did it. And now… who was it this time?

That airheaded class rep? Didn’t seem like her.

So… was it Mrs. Akiyama?

Even though there was a high chance that Mrs. Akiyama had discovered him messing around with the student council president, Shuichi remained completely unfazed.

Calmly, he made his way downstairs and walked over to the bar counter. He reached out to ruffle An’s hair as she focused on her breakfast, then turned his gaze to Mrs. Akiyama, who was clearly trying to steady her breathing.

“The president had a fever. I gave her some medicine, and now that she’s sweating, her temperature is starting to drop. She should be fine, but it’d be good to make some light porridge to help her replenish fluids and salt.”

“O-Oh, right! Thank you, Chiba-kun.” Mrs. Akiyama kept her eyes fixed forward, pretending that nothing had happened. But her acting skills… were about on par with that airheaded class rep’s—utterly unconvincing.

Like mother, like daughter. Neither of them was any good at lying or covering things up.

"You've worked hard, Chiba-kun. Hurry and eat breakfast—you still have school later." Mrs. Akiyama quickly brought out the prepared meal.

"It’s fine. Being a little late doesn’t matter. I need to make sure the president’s fever is completely down first. If not, she’ll have to go to the doctor." Shuichi replied calmly, sitting down and starting his meal.

As he picked up his chopsticks, he glanced at his hand—still damp with Tsuki’s sweat. He hadn't washed it yet.

Oh well, I’m using chopsticks anyway. No big deal.

That was his thought, but in the next moment, he casually grabbed the hem of An’s skirt and wiped his hand on it.

Having just finished her meal, An blinked in confusion, turning her head to look around, completely unaware of what had just happened.

“Hurry up and get to school after you’re done eating. Don’t forget to call in and excuse your sister’s absence—I forgot to do it earlier.” Shuichi reminded her as he let go of her skirt.

“I got it,” An nodded firmly, but then hesitated, looking guilty. “Is… is Sis really okay?”

“I’m staying here, so don’t worry about it. Just go to school.” Shuichi flicked her forehead lightly before continuing his meal.

An immediately felt relieved. Chiba-kun was always reliable—if he said everything was fine, then it had to be fine. That was a huge relief.

Once Sis gets better… I guess I’ll just let her beat me up. If that’s not enough to vent her frustration… then maybe I’ll give her some snacks too.

That should make things even, right?