Starting Tokyo Life From Inheriting A Shopping Street

The effects of goji berries aren't well known to many young people, but Mrs. Akiyama happened to be familiar with them. In fact, she had even given them to her late husband in the past.

Recalling how her husband, once having tasted their effects, became insatiable, to the point that he grew thin and needed supplements, she couldn't help but smile nostalgically. She looked at her eldest daughter thoughtfully, as if seeing a reflection of her younger self. Remembering Tsuki's awkward expression during breakfast that morning, she suddenly realized what must have happened.

Ah... the daring games young people play these days... How nostalgic.

"I've got it, leave it to me." Mrs. Akiyama said, patting her chest, choosing not to expose her daughter directly. After all, once some games are brought into the open, the fun fades away.

If her daughter and Shuichi Chiba were secretly playing some exciting little game in front of her, she'd just pretend not to notice. A little nostalgia from her own youth wasn't a bad thing.

But hopefully, Tsuki understood her limits. She needed to be careful not to play anything too dangerous. Chiba-kun was still young—if his health were to suffer, that would be bad.

Yes, it was time to prepare some more nourishing foods. Who would have thought the old recipes she once used would be needed again?

After cleaning the kitchen, Mrs. Akiyama changed clothes and went out to shop. Even without this situation, she had planned to go anyway, as the restaurant's grand opening was fast approaching.

Tsuki Akiyama, taking advantage of her mother's absence, sneakily grabbed two cans of Suntory's light fruit cocktail from the kitchen fridge and, acting suspiciously, headed next door.

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A few minutes earlier, after leaving the ramen shop, Shuichi Chiba, still savoring the meal, went upstairs to his apartment. Wanting to help digest, he casually decided to tidy up his place. 

The past few days had been hectic, leaving little time to clean. The bedroom still had faint traces of Fumika Ogawa's scent lingering, and the maid outfit that the obsessive class president had left behind also needed to be put away.

Shuichi opened the bedroom window to let in some fresh air, then moved to the living room and opened the storage bag, curious about the maid outfit inside.

It seemed that Tsuki had already tried it on since the outfit wasn't neatly folded. 

He picked it up and took a light sniff. There was a faint, sweet fragrance—different from the mature scent of the older women he was used to. The girl's scent was fresh and youthful.

He held the outfit in front of him and gave it a little shake. It was a typical black-and-white maid uniform, but the skirt... was unusually short?

Shuichi raised an eyebrow in confusion. It wasn't just slightly short—it was so short that it seemed it wouldn't even cover the blue and white striped underwear.

Tsuki really is a pervert, huh? She chose something this short, almost like she was afraid of using too much fabric.

He chuckled at the thought, placed the maid outfit to the side, and continued looking through the bag for anything else.

Some matching accessories for the maid outfit…

A pair of cat-ear headbands that looked absolutely adorable, one in black and one in white…

And a fluffy cat tail... Huh?

Shuichi Chiba suddenly felt something was off—he didn't remember a cat tail.

Moreover, this cat tail didn't seem like it could clip onto pants or tie around the waist…

Holding the cat tail upside down, Shuichi Chiba couldn't help but widen his eyes in realization.

At that moment, Tsuki Akiyama came up the stairs in her little leather shoes, clicking against the steps. Noticing the door was ajar, she carried in two cans of fruit wine and walked straight in.

And then... her eyes met those of Shuichi Chiba, who was holding the cat tail.

The silence between Shuichi Chiba and Tsuki Akiyama hung in the air as they locked eyes. Tsuki, standing in the doorway with two cans of fruit cocktail in hand, had not expected to see Shuichi holding the cat tail—especially not like that. 

Shuichi broke the tension first, playfully waving the fluffy tail. "Hey, President," He began with a mischievous smile, "This thing... How exactly is it used? Care to give me a demonstration?"

He stepped closer to her, dangling the cat tail provocatively. His tone was teasing, but his expression betrayed his genuine curiosity.

Tsuki's face turned bright red, a mix of embarrassment and excitement. She hadn't expected him to find that particular item, and was now being asked to explain how it was used... her mind raced.

"Well… um…" She stammered, trying to collect herself. Her legs pressed together slightly, as her excitement grew even stronger in this awkward yet thrilling situation. She wasn't sure if she should explain or not.

Shuichi tilted his head, still grinning. "What's wrong? You seem flustered. Don't tell me you don't know how to use it?"

Tsuki took a deep breath, forcing herself to stay calm. "It's… it's not something I can just explain. You'd have to see for yourself…" Her voice trailed off, as she avoided his gaze, feeling both embarrassed and strangely excited by his teasing.

Shuichi raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Well, I'm looking forward to that demonstration, then," He said with a smirk, clearly enjoying the situation.

Tsuki Akiyama immediately fell into the act, biting her lip as she shot him a mock-angry glare. "You really are a pervert! Making me do something like this! I'd rather die than—"

"Well, then I guess I'll just go ask the class president." Shuichi Chiba interrupted with a sly smirk, turning towards the door as if to leave.

"Wait!" Tsuki quickly grabbed his sleeve with two fingers, her face a mixture of panic and inner turmoil. She bit her lip harder, clearly struggling. "I… I get it... but not today. I'll need to prepare first…"

Shuichi turned back, gently grabbing her chin and tilting her head up, giving her a condescending look as if she were nothing more than a curious insect. "President, you really are twisted, huh? Buying this kind of thing all on your own. Are you really that desperate?"

"Guh…" Tsuki couldn't bear the humiliation, turning her head away in shame, her voice filled with mock despair. "Just kill me."

"Killing someone's illegal, you know? Besides, wouldn't it be a waste to kill such a pretty girl?" Shuichi retorted, a smirk playing on his lips as he began to enjoy the game more. He picked up the maid outfit that was lying nearby. "For today, why don't you wear this and help me clean up the place?"

"I thought we agreed on tomorrow?" Tsuki's brow furrowed slightly as she pretended to resist, though her quickening breath gave her away—she was clearly eager, despite her protests.

"It's all the president's fault! Who told you to secretly buy something like this and then casually show it to me? How could I possibly resist after seeing this?" 

Shuichi Chiba shook the cat tail playfully, then suddenly stopped. "Speaking of which, how dare you go to Akihabara to buy this instead of ordering it online for discreet delivery?"

"I was wearing a mask, so no one recognized me." Tsuki Akiyama replied, fidgeting nervously as she took the maid outfit from him.

"Shut the door and pull the curtains. Change right here." Shuichi commanded, plopping down on a chair in the living room.

"Got it." Tsuki pouted, her lips a soft pink, putting on a show of reluctance as if she were being coerced. "Mom went shopping and will be back soon. I can't take too long."

"What does that have to do with me? Just finish what I asked you to do first," Shuichi replied flatly, thinking to himself, 'I'll be surprised if you actually leave on time!'

Tsuki reluctantly closed the door and then rushed to draw the curtains, her anticipation bubbling over. She couldn't wait to start the dress-up play. 

She began slowly, unbuttoning her shirt one by one—her school uniform was a shirt and blazer. 

With each button she undid, her breathing grew heavier, and her cheeks flushed even more. 

Before long, all the buttons were undone, and she hesitated a moment before slipping off her shirt, crossing her arms over her chest as if to hide herself.

"Keep going," Shuichi instructed, sitting still and watching her closely. He could even see the fine hairs on her arms shivering slightly under his gaze.

Tsuki Akiyama's trembling hands moved to the waistband of her skirt, slowly loosening it until it fell freely to the floor in a heap at her feet.

However, instead of continuing, she seemed frozen in place, her toes curling slightly against the ground as she hugged herself tightly.

"…" 

Shuichi Chiba was utterly speechless. The president was clearly enjoying the attention. At this rate, would she even get to sleep tonight?

"Come on, hurry up," He urged.

"Fine…" Tsuki Akiyama's face was full of reluctance, and this time she genuinely seemed unwilling!

Deliberately dragging her feet, she finally managed to put on the maid outfit. Tsuki was instructed to clean the floor while Shuichi followed behind, taking his time to appreciate the scene.

"Right there, make sure to clean it well." Shuichi sat cross-legged on the floor, watching as she diligently wiped the ground with a cloth.

As he had expected, the hem of the maid outfit was indeed short. It didn't just fail to cover the blue-and-white stripes; it felt almost like it was cut off at her waist!

The youthful flesh of her thighs, particularly her ass, looked incredibly tender, almost inviting. The sight made his mouth water and stirred something within him.

Without thinking, Shuichi Chiba reached out his hand…

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