"Chiba-kun?" Mrs. Akiyama, who was busy with her tasks, looked up at Shuichi as he came downstairs.
"The fever has gone down, so it's not a big problem. Please help the president wipe off her sweat later and let her get a good rest—that should be enough.
If anything unexpected happens, call me directly, and I'll take care of it."
Shuichi didn't waste words. He gave a few instructions—if something really went wrong and Mrs. Akiyama panicked, he could just summon the butler to handle everything.
"Oh, oh, got it. Thank you for your hard work, Chiba-kun."
Mrs. Akiyama responded politely, but her mind drifted to what she had just seen while feeding her daughter—the girl's pajama pants had been tossed onto the floor, and the bedsheets and blankets were in complete disarray.
"Ah, youth truly is full of energy. Even when sick, she still loves to play... Chiba-kun, you really have it tough. That girl, Tsuki, is a bit too much sometimes."
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There were no classical literature classes today, and Shuichi didn't go to the infirmary to catch Nagase either. No need to push too hard—he could always find her tomorrow to make her fulfill her promise.
Because of her own mistake that caused her sister to fall ill, An didn't have the heart to confess today. So when school ended at three, she followed Shuichi home to check on her sister.
After using a fever suppository and sweating heavily, Tsuki was in great condition after a full day of rest. By the time they got home, she was sleeping soundly.
Shuichi didn't wake her up—he didn't want to get tangled up with her again—so he went straight to his room to get some rest.
After all, he still had a workout session at night and had to spend time with Fumika. Rest was precious.
"How did I suddenly get this busy? This is nothing like the carefree landlord life I imagined… Is collecting rent supposed to be this exhausting?"
After dinner, Shuichi sat cross-legged on his bed, suddenly questioning his own life choices.
Then, his phone rang—it was a workout reminder from Sayuki.
[It's time. Be more self-disciplined. Don't make me remind you every time.]
"???" Shuichi was startled and quickly looked out the window. At some point, the sky had already turned pitch black.
Checking the time—it was already 8 PM!
Where did all the time go?
Hurriedly changing into his workout clothes, Shuichi rushed downstairs to the gym. As soon as he stepped inside, he saw Sayuki already running on the treadmill on the first floor.
She was dressed in a tight-fitting sports tank top and yoga shorts, exposing large areas of fair skin that naturally drew attention.
As she ran, her steps were steady yet agile, her posture upright, and her curves captivating—exuding a powerful, athletic allure.
Though, it was clear she had to put in more effort than most. After all, extra weight was a hassle. Even when strapped down, it was still a hassle.
Shuichi stepped closer, resting his arm on the treadmill while admiring the view up close of her boobs.
"Sayuki-san, you're really thoughtful. How did you know I was dying to watch you run?"
Sayuki maintained her rhythmic breathing, too focused to waste words on him. Instead, she simply shot him a sideways glare.
Sweat clung to her skin, glistening under the lights with an enticing sheen.
"Sayuki-san, drenched in fragrant sweat and panting heavily… Ah, I can't take it anymore. I'm going to lose my mind from how mesmerizing you are."
Under Shuichi's relentless teasing, Sayuki finally couldn't hold it in any longer and had to stop running.
After catching her breath slightly, she yanked Shuichi over and trapped him in a death hug.
"You like it that much? Then enjoy it to your heart's content."
Shuichi's muffled voice came from within her grasp. "Much appreciated. Sayuki-san, you're just too passionate..."
Sayuki let out a cold snort and released him. "I don't know where you got these weird tastes from. How is sweat supposed to smell good?"
Shuichi gasped for air, leaning on the treadmill, feeling a little lightheaded. "That's not how it works. In certain situations, sweat can actually emit a scent that's particularly attractive to the opposite sex."
Shuichi's lips curled into a subtle smirk. "Just now, Sayuki-san was exactly in that kind of situation."
Sayuki's eyelid twitched—she immediately understood what he meant. After all, running and climbing stairs were quite similar, even the way one breathed during both was alike.
The sweat from exercise was already different, and if emotions were involved… well, that was on another level.
"Besides, Sayuki-san, you probably get oil massages from Fumika-san often, right? You have a nice fragrance too." Shuichi said as he leaned in closer, taking a deep breath near her neck.
Sayuki rolled her eyes at him, then casually grabbed the towel hanging on the treadmill. She wiped the sweat from her face and neck, then, without hesitation, wiped around her collar as well.
This seemingly ordinary action was something Shuichi enjoyed watching intently.
"By the way," He suddenly spoke up, "Sayuki-san, I just realized that all the workouts you've arranged for me are anaerobic. I haven't seen any aerobic exercises like running at all?"
Sayuki took his question seriously and explained, "Right now, your top priority is gaining weight and building muscle—"
"Wait a second," Shuichi interrupted, "Isn't my top priority getting better at push-ups and bridges to meet Fumika-san's needs?"
"…" Sayuki stared at him in speechless disbelief.
"Never mind, please continue." Shuichi shrugged.
Sayuki resumed wiping her sweat and went on with her explanation. "Your body is too thin, so you need to focus on gaining weight and muscle first. The human body has two types of muscle fibers…"
"There are two types: red muscle fibers, which have low strength but high endurance and are smaller in size, and white muscle fibers, which are stronger but have lower endurance and are larger in size."
"If you watch sports, you'll notice that long-distance runners tend to look skinny with little visible muscle."
"But obviously, people who can complete such intense endurance sports must have muscles. The reason they appear that way is that aerobic exercise primarily develops red muscle fibers, which are smaller in volume."
"I don't think I need to spell out the rest for you—anaerobic training builds white muscle fibers, helping you gain weight and muscle quickly so you don't look so scrawny."
Shuichi nodded thoughtfully, then suddenly frowned.
"Wait… but doesn't that mean what I need most is endurance? Lasting longer is the real key, isn't it?"
"…"
Sayuki's eyelid twitched violently. She was so close to laughing in exasperation.
"Besides, Fumika-san and Sayuki-san both like delicate-looking boys. If I really bulk up, wouldn't that put me out of your strike zone?"
Shuichi stroked his chin, deep in thought. "Maybe I should just focus on endurance training instead?"
Sayuki gave him a sidelong glance. "You don't want to have an outstanding physique and be popular with girls?"
"Girls aren't as good as mature women." Shuichi shook his head firmly.
"Most mature women prefer well-built men too."
"But Miss. Ogawa doesn't." Shuichi flashed a bright, confident smile. "And I like Miss. Ogawa."
Sayuki's heart skipped a beat—a strange, subtle excitement stirring within her. She smirked, tilting his chin up with a teasing touch. "And which Miss. Ogawa are you referring to?"
"Both of them." Shuichi answered without hesitation.
"Hmph." Sayuki shot him an irresistibly sultry glance. "Such a smooth talker… quite the appetite you have."
"Want a taste?" Shuichi never backed down from moments like this.
Sayuki narrowed her eyes, studying him for a moment—then, without warning, she pinned him to the floor, held him down, and kissed him.
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