Starting a New Life in Tokyo by Inheriting a Shopping Street [51]

When Ogawa Sayuki’s call came in, Chiba Shuuichi and Ogawa Fumika were lying on their sides on the bed, facing each other, breathing hard as they tried to steady themselves.

Her blouse was in complete disarray, though technically still intact; the inside, however, had been tugged and rumpled beyond repair.

One of Shuuichi’s hands was resting on Fumika’s thigh, still lingering there, rubbing with reluctant satisfaction.

Without the stockings, those tempting thighs were even harder to resist. No matter how long, he felt he’d never tire of them.

“Sayuki-neesan’s rushing us again. Time for you to get up, Fumika-neesan.” Shuuichi caressed her face, still flushed and glowing with aftertaste, his tone light and teasing.

Fumika answered in a soft, languid voice, “Let me… rest for a bit. My arms and legs are all weak, no strength at all… don’t want to move…”

“In this state, you’re even easier to bully, madame. Makes me feel like moving in for the kill.” Shuuichi tilted her chin up slightly.

“Ma–madame?” Fumika’s eyes were hazy, a little unfocused. When she finally registered it, she gave a faintly coquettish protest: “That sounds so old. Why’s Chiba-kun suddenly calling me that?”

“Because it suits a shounen perfectly, don’t you think?” Shuuichi’s smile carried an extra shade of meaning.

“Madame… and shounen?”

When it came to this sort of thing, Fumika’s experience was still on the light side—she read nothing but sweet romances between boys and girls. Compared to that pervy Kaichou next door, she was downright green.

“How does that even fit?” She bit her lip in dissatisfaction. “I’m already that much older than Chiba-kun. Calling me that just makes me even less confident facing you.”

“We’re both at the age where our appetites are the biggest. Of course it fits,” Shuuichi said with a grin. “But if Fumika-neesan doesn’t like it, then I won’t use it.”

“A–appetites?” Her face went hot. She wanted to hide under the pillow. “Chiba-kun, don’t say things like that…”

Seeing how thin-skinned she was, Shuuichi could only chuckle. “Then I’ll just make it a one-sided appetite on my part.”

That choice of words made her a little self-conscious again, reminding her of the earlier comparison to peaches. Her gaze shifted; after a moment’s hesitation, she murmured:

“If Chiba-kun likes it… I guess you can call me that.”

“Then… Madame?” Shuuichi called out with a smile.

“Mm…” she answered softly through her nose.

They talked quietly for a while—counted as resting—then, urged on again by Sayuki, they got up in a hurry, tidied themselves just enough, and headed downstairs.

On the first floor, Sayuki was once again lounging in her usual wild posture. This time, though, there was a difference—she was wearing stockings.

The moment Shuuichi saw it, his eyebrows rose. His half-smile said it all. So she really had taken his earlier words to heart—and even took the initiative to go along with it.

Now this was interesting…

Sayuki’s eyelids twitched under his gaze. She gave a small pout and pretended not to notice, pocketed her phone, crossed her arms, and looked at the two of them.

“If I have to rush you every time, why don’t you just move in here, sis?”

“Sayuki…” Fumika called her name, flustered, but Sayuki ignored her and tapped the heel of her foot against the box on the table.

“A little gift. The bath towel you used yesterday. But honestly, I doubt you really need it anymore.” She looked between them with amused appraisal.

“Of course I need it,” Shuuichi said with a smile, taking a seat opposite her, his gaze sliding from the box to her long legs in stockings.

“I mean, I take baths too. Naturally I’d use a bath towel.”

Just as Sayuki opened her mouth to reply, Shuuichi got in ahead of her: “It’s actually the first time I’ve seen Sayuki-neesan in stockings.”

She of course understood exactly what he meant, and replied evenly, “I’m not feeling well. Wearing stockings keeps me warmer.”

Perfectly reasonable—and to back it up, she even added:

“The gift was supposed to be delivered this morning, but I came later than usual because I wasn’t feeling well.”

“In that case, do you need me to give you a massage today?” Shuuichi asked, tone full of implication.

“Does sis not have any strength today either?” Sayuki didn’t answer him, but turned to look at Fumika.

Fumika was mortified, clutching her blouse, stammering, “Mm… today I… I don’t really have much strength either…”

She’d barely managed to get out of bed, and had to rest quite a while. Even coming down the stairs, she had clung tightly to the handrail.

“Then I guess that’s that,” Sayuki said, turning back to Shuuichi.

“My pleasure,” he answered with a knowing smile.

The three of them ended up in the small side room again—but this time it wasn’t quite like yesterday.

Shuuichi sat in the middle, the Ogawa sisters on either side. Each had one leg propped up across his lap at the same time.

All because Shuuichi had asked one question—Did Fumika-neesan have any discomfort too? Should he massage her legs as well?

Of course she didn’t. In fact, she was better off than her younger sister who exercised regularly—less soreness overall.

But the thought of enjoying Shuuichi’s leg massage service… the lady couldn’t bring herself to refuse, and silently placed her leg across.

“Does that promise to treat me to dinner still stand?” Sayuki suddenly asked after he’d been massaging for a while.

“Of course,” Shuuichi nodded. “Why? Planning to cash in today?”

“Are you free tomorrow night? I should be fine by then,” Sayuki said after mentally counting the days and judging by her past experience.

“Sure. And that night, how about I take Fumika-neesan to see a movie? Interested?” He turned to the right.

A movie theater…

Dark, with plenty of things one could do.

“Eh? A movie? I’d love to!” Fumika answered without hesitation. Was this… a date? Turns out a lady could go on dates too?

“So after dinner, I go home, and you two go watch a movie?” Sayuki felt a sourness in her chest.

Fumika immediately felt awkward. Leaving her younger sister behind to go watch a movie with a guy… that did feel a little wrong. But she really wanted to go…

Seeing her sister hesitate, Sayuki quickly said, “I was just kidding, you two—”

Shuuichi silently pulled out his phone, cutting her off. “Not a problem. I bought three tickets.”

Sayuki: …

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