Starting a New Life in Tokyo by Inheriting a Shopping Street [60]

Ogawa Fumika changed into a fresh pair of stockings in the restroom. The dry, smooth feeling made her sigh in relief—though also with some shame. That was way too embarrassing.

Clutching her purse, she slipped quietly back into the theater, sitting down beside Chiba Shuuichi. Her heart once again filled with joy.

If only a scene like this could last forever…

Thinking that, she glanced at Shuuichi’s shadowed profile in the dark and couldn’t help pressing her lips together. The experience just now had been far too wonderful—she wanted more.

But then she noticed—Shuuichi seemed to be holding a hand to his mouth, occasionally sucking in a breath.

“Chiba-kun? What’s wrong?” she asked softly.

He gave a wry smile. “Hurts a bit.”

Fumika froze at his answer, then her face flushed red. Could it be… swollen? She had been a bit too focused just now.

“S-sorry…” she murmured, forcing herself to apologize despite her embarrassment.

“No, no, this isn’t your fault, Fumika-neesan.” As he said it, Shuuichi’s left hand quietly grabbed the real culprit—Ogawa Sayuki’s thigh.

She refused to lose, squeezing his thigh in return. Let’s see who cracks first and makes a scene.

Shuuichi immediately regretted it—he never should have said before that he envied Fumika-neesan for being touched by Sayuki-neesan. The woman’s grip strength was no joke, and right now he couldn’t outlast her.

He opened his system interface to check on the shopping street.

[Akiyama Tamako – Belonging: 60]
[Ogawa Fumika – Belonging: 50]
[Ogawa Sayuki – Belonging: 40]
[Current Monthly Salary: ¥1,600,000]

Looking at the numbers, a deep sense of accomplishment swelled inside him. His tireless work these past days had paid off.

Success, indeed, favored the diligent.

As he pondered over the data, Fumika suddenly took his right hand, guiding it to rest in her zettai ryōiki—the strip of bare skin between skirt and thigh-highs.

“Even if we can’t kiss again… we can still… do something else as, um, compensation.” Her face flushed redder as she added, “But… don’t tease me too much, okay?”

“And what exactly counts as too much teasing, Fumika-neesan? Can you tell me?”

Shuuichi hooked a finger under her garter strap and let it snap back against her plump thigh, making a sharp snap.

Her jade-white skin was so delicate it flushed red immediately.

“Mmh…” Fumika bit her lip but wouldn’t say it aloud. If it were just the two of them, maybe—but with her sister here, she couldn’t.

Yet it was precisely because her sister was here that these hidden little touches felt all the more thrilling.

Shuuichi was waging a two-front war, busier than ever, when a high, clear cry suddenly rang out from ahead and to the right.

The three of them froze mid-action, glancing toward the sound.

By the flicker of light from the screen, they could just make out two silhouettes moving—like figures in candlelight.

The shapes were indistinct, but paired with that earlier cry, there was no mistaking what was going on.

Fumika clapped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide, legs clamping together. “T-that’s way too bold! Aren’t they afraid of being seen?”

“Being seen probably just makes it more exciting for them. Faces can’t be seen anyway,” Shuuichi murmured.

Small touches were one thing, but something that blatant was too much for him. The two wives beside him probably couldn’t accept it either.

Though… with the pervy Kaichou, who knew.

“You two aren’t much better. Making out right in front of me—thrilling, isn’t it?” Sayuki’s voice came low and dry.

Fumika gave a tiny whimper and buried her head in her chest, unable to refute.

And as if that pair had started a trend, the other couples in the theater loosened up as well, getting bolder.

If a single person wandered in here by mistake, they’d probably die of instant emotional damage.

Whatever the movie’s plot had been, no one in the theater could say—but when it ended, nearly everyone left looking thoroughly satisfied.

The film’s ratings were glowing:

Full marks, no explanation needed.
No idea what the story was, but the theater’s atmosphere was amazing. Loved it.
Highly recommend young couples watch this—it’ll definitely deepen your bond.
+1.

On the review site, Shuuichi left just two words: Full marks.

He saw the Ogawa sisters off, then headed back alone to the shopping street.

Licking at the split in his lip—still faintly sore but carrying a subtle sweetness—he couldn’t tell whose taste it was.

Not that it mattered. Why be so precise?

Passing the management office, he stopped outside the ramen shop. It was already closed.

That reminded him—he’d seen the hours printed on the flyer that morning: 11:00 AM to 8:00 PM, with an hour’s break at 3:00 PM.

“How was it? First day’s business—good?” Shuuichi walked in and sat at the counter, watching Akiyama Tamako get a shoulder massage from her younger daughter.

“Too good,” she groaned. “So good my arms can barely move. Haven’t been this tired in ages.”

“Mom, no cheating. It’s your turn to massage me now,” Akiyama An puffed her cheeks and pushed at her.

An had come straight from school, after handling club and sports festival matters, to help out as the shop’s poster girl—busy right up until closing.

“You’re the one cheating. We agreed on five minutes—there’s still thirty seconds left,” Tamako shot back.

When it came to childishness, mother and daughter were neck-and-neck. They immediately devolved into playful bickering.

Akiyama Tsuki ignored the two idiots, finishing the day’s accounting with focus. Then, thoughtful, she looked up at Shuuichi. “Something’s odd.”

“What’s odd? Odder than you, Kaichou?” Shuuichi teased.

She gave him a sidelong glance. “I mean the promotional results. Compared to the number of flyers handed out, the ratio of customers who actually came in is… unusually high.”

“So? What conclusion has our dear Kaichou reached?” Shuuichi smiled, giving her backside a subtle pinch.

After a day of work, that sudden jolt sent a shiver of pleasure through her from the inside out. She nearly lost her balance, hands bracing on the table.

“Con… mm… conclusion…” Tsuki bit her lip, stubbornly holding it together. “The number of flyers must be… ngh… higher than we agreed yesterday—or… maybe another… other channel was used to promote.”

“Our Kaichou really is sharp. I’d say that’s exactly it.”

Shuuichi smiled, pressing a bit harder as he leaned to whisper in her ear, “Good work today. Here’s your reward.”

“Mmh… not enough…” Tsuki’s face flushed, eyes flicking toward her mom and sister still squabbling, as she spoke in a low voice.

“And what more do you want?” His hand slid to her thigh, giving it a firm squeeze.

“Tomorrow… cat… perverted young master… the thing you asked me to do before…” Tsuki’s moist lips parted slightly, letting out a few words that sent his spirits soaring.

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