Starting Tokyo Life From Inheriting A Shopping Street

Fumika Ogawa, still feeling a bit dazed, was pulled away by her sister. She couldn't quite figure out how it had ended up with all three of them going to the movies together.

But honestly, this was already good enough. Just being able to watch a movie with Shuichi was more than enough to make her happy.

Plus, not having to leave her sister behind and send her home alone meant she didn't have to wrestle with any guilt.

As for Sayuki Ogawa, she was well aware of what kind of tricks that little rascal Shuichi was playing.

Still, due to some complicated emotions, she neither refused nor tried to stop him. Instead, she seemed to half-heartedly go along with it.

Shuichi personally escorted the two of them to the door, watching as the sisters walked off together. He couldn't help but feel a growing sense of anticipation for the three-person date planned for the next evening.

Of course, the location couldn't be the ramen shop next door.

Sure, Mrs. Akiyama's ramen was far better than anything outside, but there were a few issues. For one, the shop was small, with only two-person booths—hardly accommodating for three.

For another, it wasn't a good place for any discreet moves. The risk was too high.

Besides, the shop was reopening tomorrow, which meant it would probably be crowded—a poor choice for a date.

After several subtle tests, Shuichi Chiba had mostly confirmed his theory: as long as he didn't directly confront Sayuki Ogawa with the truth and instead slowly warmed her up like boiling a frog in lukewarm water, there likely wouldn't be much resistance.

Pondering this, he opened the system interface in his mind for a quick glance.

Just as he'd expected, neither of their sense of belonging scores had increased.

"Shuichi-kun, are you so impatient that you have to stand here waiting? Unable to suppress your twisted thoughts?"

The teasing voice immediately clued Shuichi in—Tsuki Akiyama had snuck over.

"Aren't you supposed to be helping your mom prepare for tomorrow? Isn't the shop reopening then?" Shuichi refocused and turned his attention to the aloof-looking girl standing before him.

Speaking of aloof, Shuichi found it increasingly difficult to associate the word with this self-proclaimed obsessive president.

Yet somehow, to everyone else, the description still fits her perfectly.

"Mom's been working from morning until night the past few days. Everything is more or less ready. I'm just double-checking for anything she might've missed." Tsuki explained casually.

This so-called obsessive president wasn't exactly free herself. Between the demanding responsibilities of the student council, attending cram school on weekends, helping her scatterbrained mother at home, and tutoring her airheaded younger sister, her plate was already full.

Despite her packed schedule, Tsuki Akiyama still managed to carve out time to come here for… well, let's just say some "entertainment."

For her, it wasn't just an excuse. Tsuki truly came seeking a thrill.

"Should we eat first?" Shuichi Chiba glanced at the time. It was already 6:30 PM. Though he wasn't particularly hungry yet, playing a game before eating would have been fine too.

"I get it—you're after that, aren't you? Truly a pervert."

Tsuki bit her lip before adopting an expression of mock humiliation, as though she was being bullied. In an overly reluctant tone, she stammered:

"Does the young master want to eat dinner first, or… o-or eat me first?"

"Dinner," Shuichi answered without hesitation or mercy.

"Ugh…" Tsuki staggered dramatically as though struck by a heavy blow, secretly delighted inside.

"Stop enjoying yourself over there. I told you, dinner first. I've done a lot of physical work today and I'm starving." Shuichi shot her an annoyed glance.

"Dinner's not ready yet." Tsuki pouted.

With a sigh, Shuichi grabbed her arm and started dragging her inside. "Then why did you even ask? Fine—I'll eat you first."

The rough tugging played directly into one of Tsuki Akiyama's many daydream scenarios. She lightly resisted, squirming as she murmured in feigned protest.

"No, stop it, you pervert... don't..."

Shuichi Chiba immediately let go of her arm. "Really don't want it? Fine, I'll go eat dinner."

Tsuki pouted in dissatisfaction. "Can't you at least play along a little? Don't all men like this kind of scenario? Isn't it boring if there's no resistance?"

"This is just you enjoying the idea of being coerced, isn't it?" Shuichi retorted, giving her a sharp smack on her ass. "Stop wasting time and go mop the floor."

"Mmm..."

The slap seemed to invigorate Tsuki, as a blush crept over her face.

She walked ahead of him, deliberately lifting her skirt to give him a better view of her blue-and-white striped panty.

"By the way, those Ogawa ladies seem to visit you quite a lot, don't they?"

"Yeah." Shuichi's gaze lingered on her thighs as he reached out and gave one a squeeze.

"Ahh..." Tsuki let out another soft, pleased moan before continuing, "They seem pretty gorgeous, with stunning figures. They probably suit your tastes, right? Do you..."

"Does a little maid like you think she has the right to meddle in her young master's private affairs?" Shuichi interrupted her, his reply as blunt as it was dismissive.

"Um..."

Tsuki's legs become a little weak.

"If it were Teacher Nagase, it would be more exciting..." Tsuki suddenly said something shocking.

Shuichi Chiba couldn't help but give a sideways glance when he heard this, this ... does indeed sound exciting enough.

But it's too evil, this can't be.

Shuichi Chiba felt that it couldn't be like this, it always felt like he was falling into the abyss step by step.

"Chiba-kun is indeed a pervert, very heartwarming, isn't it?" Tsuki noticed Shuichi Chiba's expression and said with a smirk.

'It was a suggestion from you, you perverted girl.'

"... "Shuichi Chiba suddenly felt a bit helpless.

After slapping her butt and prodding her a bit, Tsuki got up.

Shuichi Chiba sat in the living room and watched as she changed into her maid's outfit in front of him, and with seductive movements, she wheeled her way into the white silk, and then began her maid's work.

Tsuki took a rag, cocked her skirt, and wiped the floor clean bit by bit.

After changing into white silk, it really fit much better than yesterday's black cotton socks.

The white silk wasn't too thick, and the pink teenage toes were vaguely visible, and the slender, small, white and clean feet looked delicate and tantalizing.

Shuichi Chiba is also not as tired today as yesterday, at this moment, his energy is still high, looking at it, he can't help but reach out his hand and catch a small white silk foot over to play with it.

"You, what do you want to do?"

Tsuki, whose foot was grabbed, asked, after waiting for half a day, this guy finally made a move, it was not in vain that she had specially washed her feet over as soon as she heard about Shiraito.

Her tone is panicked, her expression is expectant, the whole foot is struggling, but the toes keep hooking in the palm of Shuichi Chiba's hand, highlighting a cut.

Shuichi Chiba clenched the restless white silk little foot, lightly chortled, ''What for? You'll find out in a moment, but who gave you permission to stop working?"

Tsuki clenched her lips and was forced to cross one leg and continue scrubbing the floor, waiting with apprehensive excitement, wondering what exactly Shuichi Chiba was going to do to her foot ...

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