Starting a New Life in Tokyo by Inheriting a Shopping Street [77]

Chiba Shuuichi also felt he’d gained a lot; checking the system data confirmed it:

[Akiyama Tamako – Sense of Belonging: 60]
[Ogawa Fumika – Sense of Belonging: 60]
[Ogawa Sayuki – Sense of Belonging: 40]
[Current Monthly Salary: ¥1,700,000]

It seemed his efforts hadn’t been in vain—Madame Fumika was finally satisfied with his “administrator services.”

Pleased with the results, Administrator Chiba Shuuichi slept soundly that night. In his dreams, he floated above the Sumida River, wrapped in soft, white clouds—warm, weightless, and utterly at ease.

Saturday was supposed to be his sleep-in day. He’d even turned off his phone—no alarms, no interruptions.

But reality had other plans. He woke up at his usual time anyway.

Still half-asleep, he frowned irritably, feeling something small and restless wriggling in his arms.

“Meow~”

A soft cry came from nearby, followed by something warm and velvety brushing against his forehead, nose, and cheeks.

When Shuuichi opened his eyes, he found that same adorable, fair-faced stray cat from before.

Kitty was licking his face gently, trying to wake him.

“Can’t you let a guy sleep in once?” he mumbled.

“Meow~” came the sweet reply.

Sighing, he reached out and scratched Kitty under the chin. It purred and closed its eyes in bliss.

He rubbed its soft, snow-white belly, pulled it close, and drifted back to sleep.

...

When he next woke, he wasn’t sure how long he’d been out. By the window, Akiyama Tsuki knelt quietly.

“Where’s Kitty?” he asked.

Tsuki licked her lips lightly. “I didn’t see any cat. Maybe the Perverted Young Master was dreaming?”

“Don’t bother me on weekends. I want to sleep,” Shuuichi complained.

“I have cram school weekends. This is the only time I can come wake you,” Tsuki shot back.

“Tsk…” He gave her an annoyed glance. “So now my schedule revolves around the little maid’s convenience? Seems you’ve forgotten your place.”

“And what is my place, exactly? I’m already used to Young Master’s perverted ideas. Whatever tricks you have, I’ll endure them.”

Though she tried to sound disgusted, her sparkling eyes gave her away. Her acting had improved—she really did look like someone being forced.

Seeing that look, Shuuichi sighed inwardly. What a life—barely recovered, and already about to be drained again.

He waved her over to help him dress and wash. Just as they were about to leave, he stopped her.

“You said you can handle anything, right?” He pinched Tsuki’s chin, tilting her pale neck upward.

“In any case, I won’t back down,” she said stubbornly, eyes bright.

“Good. Then instead of the front door, we’ll use the balcony. However you came here, you’ll go back the same way.”

He led her to the balcony, glancing toward the neighboring one—just a short jump away.

Tsuki’s pulse sped up. She already guessed what he was planning but said nothing. There wasn’t much time for drawn-out playacting in the morning anyway.

She climbed over the railing and landed neatly on her own balcony. Shuuichi checked the surroundings, then leapt across after her.

This side faced a back street—secluded enough not to draw attention.

Following her inside, he looked around curiously. It was clearly the sisters’ bedroom: simple but tidy.

Akiyama An was still fast asleep, hugging a panda plush toy with no grace whatsoever. Her blanket was half-kicked off, and her pajamas were twisted, revealing a sliver of her soft tummy and pale legs. Every so often, her lips moved like she was savoring something delicious in her dreams.

“Don’t touch my sister—whatever you want, do it to me instead,” Tsuki said quickly, stepping in front of him when she noticed his gaze.

Without answering, Shuuichi gave her a light slap on the rear, guiding her toward An’s bedside.

He positioned her so she was kneeling over her sleeping sister, one hand gripping the headboard, the other braced on the mattress—her posture as if she were watching An sleep.

“Now then… let’s begin,” Shuuichi whispered against her ear.

Tsuki’s heart jumped. His warm breath sent a tremor through her. What was he going to do?

Tickle her feet?

If she couldn’t hold back and woke An up, her image would be ruined.

Would An look at her in shock—You’re not my sister! My sister would never do something so shameful!

Or maybe she’d say, So this is the real you? Always lecturing me, huh?

Just imagining it made Tsuki’s pulse race.

Ah… she was already getting excited.

Truth be told, Shuuichi had long been curious about that soft, pale pudding of hers—but it always felt improper. It belonged to someone else; he shouldn’t meddle.

But patience had limits. After so much teasing, he finally gave in. If it was wrong—so be it. He’d just have a taste.

“Nnn—!” Tsuki jolted at the sudden, unexpected touch. So it wasn’t what she thought… but the feeling—

Oh no, she couldn’t hold it in…

She clamped a hand over her mouth, trembling uncontrollably. The bed began to creak softly beneath them.

The Akiyama beds were old and flimsy—not even as sturdy as the infirmary cot at school—so the faint squeaks came in rhythm with her shaking.

An frowned in her sleep at the noise, but the gentle rocking lulled her right back into dreamland.

The strange sensation stopped for a moment—someone seemed satisfied—then Tsuki felt her sock being pulled off.

Immediately after, the dreaded feeling returned.

He was tickling her feet!

She was doomed. Tsuki was hopelessly ticklish. Laughter bubbled up uncontrollably, but if she let it out, her sister would definitely wake.

She pressed her hand tighter over her mouth, body quivering.

The more she fought it, the worse it got. She felt like she might lose her mind.

This was just—

Too much. Too thrilling.

What others called torture, she found intoxicating. Her head spun with the rush, until stifled giggles and short, breathless sounds began slipping through her fingers. Her long hair brushed back and forth across An’s face.

The movement made An stir, rubbing her eyes sleepily. “Five more minutes… sis…” she mumbled.

“Mm… just five more minutes…” Tsuki echoed softly, trying not to burst out laughing.

She knew once An heard that, she’d sleep for another fifty minutes.

Sure enough, reassured, An smiled faintly and drifted right back into a sweet, deep sleep.

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T/N: hmmm kitty and tsuki...

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