Starting Tokyo Life From Inheriting A Shopping Street

When Sayuki Ogawa called, Shuichi Chiba and Fumika Ogawa were lying on their sides on the bed, gazing into each other's eyes as they caught their breath.

Fumika's blouse was in complete disarray, though it still barely held together. The state of her inner garments, however, was beyond saving.

Shuichi's hand rested on Fumika's thigh, caressing it with lingering desire.

Without the stockings, her alluring thighs were even harder to resist. No matter how long he admired them, he felt he would never grow tired of the sight.

"Sayuki-san is urging you again, Fumika-san. You should get up now." Shuichi teased softly, his fingers brushing her face, still flushed with the afterglow.

In a languid and drowsy voice, Fumika murmured, "Let me... rest a bit. My arms and legs feel so weak... I don't want to move…"

"Seeing you like this, so easy to tease, makes it hard to behave, madam." Shuichi said, gently lifting her chin.

"W-What? Easy to tease?" Fumika's gaze was unfocused and dazed. When his words finally registered, she playfully scolded him, her tone carrying a hint of coyness. "Calling me that sounds so old! Why would you suddenly use such a term, Shuichi-kun?"

"Because that term sounds like it pairs perfectly with a young man, don't you think, Fumika-san?" Shuichi Chiba replied with a meaningful smile.

"Madam… and a young man?"

Fumika Ogawa wasn't particularly experienced in such matters. She mostly read sweet romance stories about young couples, making her seem a bit more innocent compared to the flirtatious president next door.

"What's so fitting about that?" Fumika pouted, biting her lip in dissatisfaction. "I'm already so much older than you, Shuichi-kun. Calling me that just makes me feel even less confident around you."

"Aren't we both at the age where we're most greedy for what we want? That's why it fits perfectly," Shuichi said with a grin. "But if Fumika-san doesn't like being called that, I'll stop."

"G-Greedy?" Fumika's face grew hotter as she stammered. She wanted to bury herself under the pillow in embarrassment. "Shuichi-kun, don't say such things…"

Seeing how easily flustered she was, Shuichi could only laugh lightly. "Then, let's say I'm the greedy one here."

His words made Fumika even more self-conscious. The mention of greed brought back his earlier comparison to a ripe peach. Her gaze shifted as she hesitated for a moment before saying softly, "If Shuichi-kun likes it… you can call me that."

"Then… Madam?" Shuichi called with a playful smile.

"Mm…" Fumika responded faintly, her voice a soft hum from her nose.

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The two shared a bit of private conversation, treating it as a short break. Then, spurred by Sayuki Ogawa's repeated urging, they hurriedly got up, tidied themselves up briefly, and went downstairs.

On the first floor, Sayuki Ogawa was once again lounging in her usual bold sitting posture. However, this time there was a notable difference—she was wearing stockings.

Shuichi Chiba raised an eyebrow the moment he saw her, a faintly amused smile tugging at his lips. It seemed she had taken his earlier comments to heart and even decided to play along.

Well, now this was getting interesting…

Sayuki, catching his gaze, felt a slight twitch in her eyelid. She pursed her lips subtly, pretending not to notice. Putting away her phone, she crossed her arms and looked toward the two of them.

"Do I have to keep reminding you every time? Why don't you just move in here, Sis?" Sayuki Ogawa suggested with a playful smirk.

"Sayuki..." Fumika called her name in embarrassment, but Sayuki ignored her and tapped a box on the table with the heel of her foot.

"A little gift. It's the bath towel you used yesterday. Though I figure you probably won't need it anymore." Sayuki remarked, her gaze flitting mischievously between the two.

"Of course, it'll be useful," Shuichi Chiba replied with a chuckle, sitting across from her. His eyes swept over the box before settling on her long, stocking-clad legs.

"After all, I still need to take showers, and bath towels are essential."

Just as Sayuki was about to retort, Shuichi smoothly cut her off. "Sayuki-san, I see you're wearing stockings today. That's a first."

Sayuki, fully aware of the underlying implication, responded coolly, "I'm not feeling well. Wearing stockings helps keep me warm."

Her tone was matter-of-fact, and to bolster her point, she added, "Even the gift should've been delivered this morning, but I came later than usual because I wasn't feeling well."

"Would you like a massage today, then?" Shuichi asked with a knowing look.

Instead of answering, Sayuki turned to Fumika. "Sis, are you feeling weak today too?"

Caught off guard, Fumika fidgeted with the hem of her blouse, her voice faltering as she stammered, "Y-Yes... I don't have much strength today either..."

She had struggled to even get out of bed earlier. After resting for a while, she still needed to tightly grip the handrail as she descended the stairs.

"Well, that settles it then," Sayuki Ogawa said, turning her gaze to Shuichi Chiba.

"At your service," Shuichi replied with a knowing smile.

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The three of them moved to the adjacent small room, but this time the situation was different from the day before.

Shuichi sat in the middle, while the Ogawa sisters sat on either side of him. Each placed one of their legs on his lap simultaneously.

It all started when Shuichi had casually asked, "Fumika-san, are your legs feeling sore too? Would you like a massage?"

Fumika wasn't actually uncomfortable. In fact, she was less prone to muscle aches than her younger sister, who exercised frequently and experienced such issues more often.

However, the idea of receiving Shuichi's leg massage service was too tempting to refuse. Quietly, and without hesitation, she extended her leg toward him.

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"Does your promise to treat us to a meal still stand?" Sayuki Ogawa suddenly asked as Shuichi massaged her leg.

"Of course," Shuichi nodded. "Why? Are you planning to follow through today, Sayuki-san?"

"Tomorrow night works, right? By then, I should be feeling fine." Sayuki replied, calculating the timing based on her prior experiences.

"That works. And how about we treat Fumika-san to a movie after dinner? Would you be interested, Fumika-san?" Shuichi turned to the right to ask.

A movie theater…

Dim lighting, privacy—there were plenty of possibilities.

"A movie? Yes, I'd love to!" Fumika eagerly agreed, her face lighting up. Was this a date? Could she go on a date too?

"So, after dinner, I leave, and the two of you go watch a movie?" Sayuki's tone was tinged with bitterness.

Fumika hesitated, feeling a little torn. Leaving her younger sister behind to go see a movie with a man did feel a bit wrong. But... she really wanted to go.

Noticing her sister's dilemma, Sayuki quickly added, "I was just saying. You two can—"

Before she could finish, Shuichi quietly took out his phone and interrupted her. "It's not a big deal. I already bought three tickets."

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