Stealing Spree

As I left the premises of the Boxing Gym along with Ichihara-san, I glanced behind me and noticed Sena and Marika’s iconic heads peeking from inside. They’re most likely sending me off with their eyes.

What an adorable duo.

That aside, Sena told me to leave Marika in her care again. Just like last week, Sena would be walking around the area with the golden ringlet girl instead of sending her to the car that would bring her home.

Either they will play somewhere or show her the shops she would otherwise never visit because of her status.

Part of it was to make another alibi that Marika’s reason for going to the gym wasn’t solely because of me. But Sena’s intention for bringing the girl with her was more simple. She just wanted to get closer to Marika.

Among my girls, Sena is undoubtedly the one closest to being called a friend to Marika.

She's not from our school and Marika didn't need to act like an upperclassman to her. Moreover, Sena was truly fond of the ringlet girl’s naivety and innocence. She wanted to help the girl familiarize herself with our dynamics.

And because of what happened today, their closeness also leveled up. I mean, they watched each other being intimate with me, and at one point, the two joined hands in subduing me with their kisses. I could still feel their lips nibbling my tongue at the same time.

I have no idea what kind of things Sena is going to teach the innocent sheltered young lady but I trust the girl to not lead Marika astray.

Despite their differences in standing, they shared a similarity. Outside of our complex relationship, Sena and Marika don’t have anyone they can genuinely consider their close friend. Sena is the star of the Boxing Club while Marika is the famous noble lady.

In a way, they’re both celebrities, isolated from the rest because of their status.

That’s why I’m all for them bonding together. Even if Marika has Tanaka-senpai, it’ll be a long time before she slips out of the shoes of a follower.

“Ah. I apologize, Ichihara-san. The meeting with Coach Ayu has taken that long.”

Breaking the silence looming around us, I turned to Ichihara-san who was a step ahead of me. We’re nearing her car and Marika’s bodyguards have stopped eyeing me like I’m the most dangerous guy set out to corrupt their young lady.

I already apologized earlier when she showed up but that felt half-hearted so I repeated it this time,

Ichihara-san was taken by surprise before hurriedly waving her hands.

“Oh. No… Onoda-sensei. You don’t have to apologize again… I should’ve considered other things than quickly jumping to conclusions when you didn’t answer my call.”

Right. I never thought of checking my phone earlier. On top of that, her number might’ve been registered on my contact list but I forgot to assign a ringtone and kept it muted. Unless my phone was in my pants, I wouldn’t even feel it vibrate.

Not to mention, Ayu got me so occupied. I’d probably still ignore it.

That’s why I felt a little bad when she had no choice but to come in and look for me.

“I honestly appreciate that, Ichihara-san. Who knows, right? I may be saved by you in the future.”

“That… Don’t say that, sensei. You’re still young. It’s just a habit of mine for always thinking about my child’s safety.”

Since she was probably not going to accept another apology, I diverted our topic away from it. Thankfully, Ichihara-san followed through.

Furthermore, I noticed that her expression brightened up even with the indirect mention of her daughter. She’s really a great mother.

At this point, we reached her car. I took the passenger’s seat and Ichihara-san moved to the driver’s seat. Unlike last week where it became a little awkward when she aired out her grievance for the family and tried to rope me in as a shoulder she could lean on, Ichihara-san was more restrained.

If I have to guess, she already completely abandoned the foolish thought of employing my help back then and instead started treating me as nothing more than her daughter’s personal trainer.

From what I’d seen of her current state in that household where her husband was already all but cold to her, Ichihara-san might’ve decided to just endure it for her daughter.

“Has Koharu-chan been well?” I asked as I buckled the seatbelt.

Ichihara-san froze for a moment before beaming a pleasant smile.

“Yes, she’s excited for today’s lesson. She kept up with her training routine. I’m sure you’ll be surprised how much she improved.”

“Oh? I’m looking forward to that then… I guess her motivation is working too well.”

“Indeed. Her father thought she was just doing it as a childish whim but little did he know how serious that girl can be.”

Ichihara-san laughed awkwardly. For sure, she already fished out from Koharu-chan’s mouth why she wanted to learn more from me. To knock down that taller cousin of hers down a peg.

I guess that’s also what motivates me to continue teaching her with a passion. She can be my champion to beat up the pompous idiot, no?

“Mhm. Koharu-chan can also surprise him then. That aside, I’ve been kinda out of focus last time so I’m planning to put more effort into coaching her today. I prepared a lesson plan. Here, Ichihara-san can take a look at it later. Tell me if it’s too much, and I will adjust it accordingly.”

Upon saying that, I handed out a small notebook to Ichihara-

san. That’s where I wrote the lesson plan that contains the adjustments made by Ayu.

Given that I’ve taken this job as an extension of my wading further into this ‘teaching path’, I’ll naturally ensure my client will be satisfied.

I have no idea how long I have to do this – maybe until her husband tells her to put a stop to it – so I have to keep my lessons more compact given that I only have a few hours per week.

“Thank you, Onoda-sensei. I will do so.” Ichihara-san grabbed it and put it in the car’s glove box.

She then started the engine of the car and drove out of the place.

After around fifteen minutes of driving, we entered their subdivision and into the block where the Ichihara property was located.

We passed by the same gate after an identity check and parked in her designated parking lot next to their residence.

As the sun was still up at this time, the Ichihara Mansion in the distance looked more intimidating than before.

It really showed off their wealth. It’s even bigger than our combined school buildings which consisted of tens of rooms. Its architecture was also quite grandiose. They’re a construction company so they probably employed their best architects to design it.

Nevertheless, the Kaneko Manor that’s significantly smaller than their mansion was more prestigious. It’s something that has survived the dark era of this country. And with it being a noble family’s ancestral manor, its value cannot be compared to the Ichihara’s grand mansion.

In any case, I doubt I will have a chance to walk inside that manor. I’d rather explore the house Marika was staying in… We can create a lot of memories in every corner of it…

Ugh. Alright, enough with that perverse thought.

I got out of the car right after Ichihara-san and followed her to their doorstep.

I was already expecting that this would go the same as before but somehow, an unpleasant surprise welcomed us after entering the house.

“You! Leave! You’re not welcome here! If not, I’ll punch your face and knock you out!”

“Huh? You’re asking me to leave? Me? Hey, little girl, I don’t care if you’re my cousin. In the end, you’ll be under me as well when I inherit the company. Why don’t you behave and give me some respect?”

Haa… I can’t say I never expected this. But man, can he get any trashier than this?

A few steps from the door, a distraught Koharu-chan was shouting at Ichihara Jun who looked like he came in uninvited. He even had his shoes on, bringing dirt and dust inside the house.

Ichihara-san who also witnessed that started boiling in anger. Her body started shaking as though she was going to erupt at any moment.

However, maybe because of her apprehension about how the family would react if she went ballistic to Ichihara Jun, she couldn’t really go through with it. Because of that, she remained standing there, glaring at the guy’s back.

… What a sad circumstance.