Starting a New Life in Tokyo by Inheriting a Shopping Street [76]

If the brat ever got married, he’d probably pick someone his own age—so, would it be Akiyama-san’s smart, talented eldest daughter?

Ogawa Sayuki glanced toward the staircase, her expression unreadable. Then a mischievous smile curved her lips.

Too bad—the first time was already devoured by Sis…

A pure-hearted girl’s restraint had its charm, but in the adult world, that kind of innocence was a little too mild.

She stood, excused herself, and headed to the first floor of the Management Office. Dropping into a chair, she propped her long legs on the desk and dialed her sister’s number again.

Technically, it was just a “hurry up” call—but Sayuki couldn’t deny the faint, inexplicable anticipation stirring inside her.

...

Now that her head had cooled and reason returned, Ogawa Fumika sat in the bathtub, clutching her constantly vibrating phone, mortified.

“Chiba-kun, honestly… how am I supposed to face Sayuki now? She definitely knows what I was doing…”

“Yes, Madame, she definitely knows what you were… doing.” Chiba Shuuichi sat across from her, holding her ankle lightly and gesturing meaningfully toward himself.

The bathtub was made for one, and with both of them squeezed in, the cramped space left no room for distance—physically or otherwise.

Fumika wanted to sink under the water from sheer embarrassment. “Should I answer or not?” she whispered helplessly.

“Of course you should. Sayuki-san’s been waiting all this time—it’d be rude not to.” Shuuichi’s tone was playful, his fingers tracing her smooth calf as his eyes lingered on her graceful curves and flawless skin.

He thought to himself—Sayuki had been pretty into it earlier, hadn’t she? She hadn’t seemed neglected; she’d even started chatting about the shop’s opening plans. Clearly, she’d enjoyed herself too.

“Then… Chiba-kun, promise you won’t do anything weird…” Fumika warned shyly. Her face burned at the thought that, in her heated state earlier, she’d actually chatted with her sister mid-act.

“Alright, no funny business,” Shuuichi promised quickly.

Fumika hesitantly answered, “Sayuki?”

“The rain’s stopped. Sis, are you planning to stay there tonight?”

“No, no… I’m almost done. I’ll be right—Ah!” Fumika started to explain, but her voice caught suddenly.

“Sis? What’s wrong?” Sayuki’s heartbeat quickened as she imagined the scene on the other end.

“It… it’s nothing…” Fumika covered her mouth, struggling to sound calm. “Sayuki, just—wait a minute. I’ll be down soon. I’m hanging up!”

She ended the call abruptly, leaving both Shuuichi and Sayuki feeling equally regretful.

Neither had played—or listened—enough.

“Chiba-kun, you promised…” Fumika shot him an aggrieved look.

“I wasn’t doing anything bad. Just cramped up from sitting too long—needed to move a little.” Shuuichi blinked innocently.

Even knowing he was teasing, Fumika couldn’t stay mad. Aside from that playful streak, he was always gentle, considerate, and charming—so if he wanted to tease her, well, she’d let him.

“Oh, right. Can Madame tell me her measurements? I’d like to know more about Madame…” Shuuichi’s curious gaze sparkled.

His intensity made Fumika blush again. How obsessed was he, exactly? Looking, touching, confirming—all that still wasn’t enough?

“101… 55… 84…” she murmured softly.

(Who gets this reference~?)

Shuuichi’s eyes widened. Truly gifted—perfectly balanced proportions.

“Then… what’s your usual cup size?”

“J…” she whispered shyly.

He froze, then quickly remembered—Japanese sizing tended to be exaggerated by a few letters, and padding was thicker too.

So really, a Japanese EFG roughly matched a Western BCD. Meaning—

Well…

Still impressive.

After silently admiring her for a bit, Shuuichi finally stopped teasing. He felt oddly content and without desire—heart calm as still water. Even if the pervert Kaichou or Kitty herself appeared, he doubted he could be tempted.

No wonder Sayuki had said he needed training.

It was… demanding work.

Not that his stamina was bad—it was just Madame who was particularly challenging. Especially one who’d been lonely for far too long.

...

After their bath, refreshed and thoroughly satisfied, they went downstairs and found Sayuki lounging as usual.

But for once, Shuuichi wasn’t in the mood to admire her legs. He just dropped lazily into a chair.

Sayuki gave him a knowing half-smile. “Well? Wasn’t I right?”

“I definitely need proper training.” Shuuichi sighed. He could manage short bursts, but for the long run, he’d have to prepare.

“As long as you know.” Sayuki pulled a sleek card from her pocket and tossed it to him. “We open Sunday. After closing each night, you’ll come over—I’ll train you properly.”

“Understood…” Shuuichi caught the card, noting the premium feel.

He wasn’t used to physical cards anymore—his phone handled everything—but in Japan, everyone seemed to carry a dozen of them. He’d adapt.

After business was done, Sayuki turned to her sister and teased, “Sis, your complexion looks amazing—almost glowing?”

Fumika ducked her head. “Sayuki, stop teasing me…”

“Fine, fine. It’s late—want to grab dinner before heading home? Climbing those stairs must’ve been tiring. Akiyama Ramen next door is great.” Sayuki surprisingly dropped the teasing there.

“N-no, I’ll eat at home.” Just hearing “stairs” made Fumika’s face heat up again.

“Suit yourself.” Sayuki didn’t push it.

After all…

She also needed to hurry home and shower.

Purely because she’d sweated and eaten ramen, of course. Nothing else.

...

After saying goodbye to a very lazy Shuuichi, the sisters left the Management Office together.

Walking down the shopping street, Sayuki slipped her arm through Fumika’s and murmured, “Sis, don’t get too attached…”

“Eh? I—I’m not…” Fumika flustered immediately.

“What are you thinking? I don’t care if you’re hooked on that.” Sayuki shot her a look. “I mean emotionally. Otherwise, you’ll get hurt.”

“Oh…”

Fumika’s embarrassment faded, replaced by a gentle smile instead of gloom.

“I know. Chiba-kun’s young, handsome, and well-off—I wouldn’t dare dream too much. I’m already satisfied just having such a wonderful experience.”

“I’m glad you think that way.” Sayuki relaxed. Her sister was always easy to please—no wonder she was so easy to tease.

As they walked, Sayuki suddenly chuckled. “In the future, some girl’s going to hate you, you know.”

“Eh? Why?” Fumika jumped, worried as always about offending others.

“Because you took Chiba-kun’s first time.” Sayuki grinned. “A greedy Madame stealing something so precious… don’t you think some poor girl’s going to be furious someday?”

Fumika’s face turned crimson, but her eyes sparkled with secret delight. “Ah… well… that can’t be helped, can it? It’s not like I can undo it.”

She smiled to herself, increasingly certain she’d gotten the better end of the deal.

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T/N: WAIT SHUUICHI?? LIKE OMGGGGG LIKE THE MC IN THE CONAN FIC OMGGG at least you can differeinatate them because i used special characters for the other one

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