Starting a New Life in Tokyo by Inheriting a Shopping Street [78]

After half an hour of torment, Akiyama Tsuki lay sprawled out, utterly spent yet blissfully content. Meanwhile, Chiba Shuuichi felt almost transcendent—an odd, Zen-like sense of enlightenment washing over him.

“Clean yourself up. I’m heading back,” he said flatly, not bothering to mention her failed attempt at stifling laughter. His opinion of Akiyama An’s sleeping ability, however, had risen considerably.

Her sister had been gasping and giggling nonstop, the bed creaking all the while—yet An hadn’t stirred once. Truly impressive.

Able to eat and sleep without a care… what a life.

Shuuichi shook his head. If his past life had been this carefree, maybe he wouldn’t have burned out so easily—maybe he would’ve actually been happy.

He pushed aside the curtains and stepped back onto the balcony, returning the way he came. Behind him, Tsuki still lay by her sister’s side, breathing softly as she savored the afterglow.

That was… way too thrilling…

To be beside her sleeping sister, always one step away from being caught, teetering between ruin and ecstasy—such danger… such bliss…

Her delicate toes curled, then slowly relaxed, as though she were reliving every sensation.

Still asleep, An’s little nose twitched, sniffing faintly in sleepy confusion.

...

Breakfast went by quietly. Since she’d already delayed earlier, Tsuki didn’t dare ask for more “fun.” She ate quickly, then dashed off to cram school. Shuuichi, meanwhile, enjoyed a leisurely, nourishing meal before taking a slow stroll through the shopping street.

Finally, under the Yoshinoya manager’s resentful stare, he reached the beauty salon.

Inside, Ogawa Fumika was busy arranging bottles of essential oil, her movements calm and precise. Leaning against the doorway, Shuuichi watched her graceful motions.

“Need a hand? I’d be happy to serve this beautiful Madame.”

Fumika turned at his voice, her eyes lighting up instantly.

“I can handle it. But I might not have time for Chiba-kun today.”

“No problem. Just thinking about last night’s memories will keep me happy all day.” Shuuichi stepped forward and kissed her lightly on the lips.

Mm, sweet.

Fumika shyly bit her lip, her peach-tinted eyes filled with warmth. “After we finish setting up tonight… would Chiba-kun like to be our first customer?”

“Oh? Then I can enjoy Madame’s services before anyone else?” he teased, brushing a thumb along her cheek.

“If Chiba-kun wishes, of course. But I’ll likely be exhausted by then—the service may not be at its best,” she said seriously.

“That’s fine. I like Madame best when she’s completely powerless,” Shuuichi smiled meaningfully.

Her cheeks flushed bright red. “Chiba-kun loves teasing me…”

“Madame dislikes it?”

“I didn’t say that…” Fumika murmured, lowering her head shyly.

“So you do enjoy it? Should I tease you again sometime?” Shuuichi toyed gently with her fingers.

“Mm…” she nodded faintly.

“Then, as Madame wishes.” Shuuichi cupped her face and kissed her forehead. “Whenever you need it, I’ll tease you again.”

Fumika’s heart fluttered, touched beyond words.

“I’ll stop bothering you for now—otherwise the salon might never open.” Shuuichi smiled.

After all, wasn’t idling around the true luxury of life? Work was overrated. He’d wasted his past life feeling guilty every time he relaxed—that was the real abnormality.

...

Leaving the salon, he stepped into the gym next door, where Ogawa Sayuki—dressed in sleek yoga wear—was inspecting the equipment.

“You actually got up early today?” Sayuki raised an eyebrow, surprised.

“…Sayuki-san, am I really that weak in your eyes? You make it sound like Fumika-san drained my soul or something.”

“I meant you’re awake this early,” she said, circling him with a critical gaze. “Looks like I underestimated your stamina. Tomorrow night we’ll retest and adjust your training plan.”

“Actually, your first estimate was perfect,” Shuuichi said quickly. “I’m very weak. No need to retest.”

“Too late.” Sayuki smirked.

“Fine, fine. Whatever makes Sayuki-san happy.” He shrugged. He didn’t really mind the workout; he was just teasing.

“Instead of fawning over my sister, you came to me today?” Sayuki narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Don’t tell me, brat—you got bored after devouring her once?”

“That’s unfair, Sayuki-san. I literally came straight from next door,” Shuuichi protested. “Fumika-san’s wonderful—how could I ever neglect her?”

“You mean her thighs are wonderful?” Sayuki rolled her eyes.

“Well, not just her thighs—everything about her is wonderful…” Shuuichi said dreamily.

That smooth, supple sensation…

Sayuki stared at him in silence, genuinely tempted to crack open his skull to see what was inside.

“If you’ve got nothing important, stop wasting my time. I’m busy,” she said curtly.

“I do have something.”

“Then speak.” Sayuki crossed her arms.

“Your new shops open tomorrow, right? Need help with promotion? You saw how well it worked for Akiyama Ramen.”

Sayuki blinked, slightly caught off guard. The brat actually had a conscience—it wasn’t just eat, play, and vanish.

“I appreciate it, but no need. My sister and I already have a loyal clientele. These stores are small anyway—word-of-mouth among the Madame circle is more than enough.”

“True,” Shuuichi agreed. The salon could only handle a handful of clients at a time. More would just hurt its reputation.

“Anything else? I really need to get back to work,” Sayuki asked.

“You bit me last time. I’m here to return the favor.” Shuuichi lifted his gaze toward her lips. “Otherwise, it feels unfair.”

Sayuki smirked. “Brave words—but a delicate boy like you can’t back them up.”

In a sudden move, she shoved him against the wall, pinning his wrists above his head with one hand while pressing a thigh firmly against his leg. Her other hand caught his chin as she murmured mockingly,

“Let’s see if you can handle this.”

Then she kissed him—hard.

...

A few minutes later, Shuuichi stumbled out of the gym, clutching his lips and breathing sharply.

“Damn… what animal is she born under? Bites like a predator! A few more times and I’ll have a natural lip piercing. Just wait till I finish training…”

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T/N: gulp

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