Starting a New Life in Tokyo by Inheriting a Shopping Street [58]

The most praised thing about this izakaya wasn’t the taste of its dishes, but that the private booths were narrow, soundproof, and dimly lit.

Under the table, there was zero visibility.

The servers wouldn’t intrude—only coming when the bell was pressed, and even then they wouldn’t step inside.

A long table ran all the way to the door; when food was served, a small hatch on the inside of the door would be slid open, and the dishes pushed in.

From the moment you entered until you left, no one could see what was happening inside the booth.

In this perfect little hideaway, Chiba Shuuichi had a nylon-clad beauty’s leg in each hand, happily busy comparing the exquisite differences between the two sensations.

It was hard to pick a winner—one leg was soft and fragrant, the other delightfully springy—both were superb.

Especially with the identical faces of the twin-like sisters across from him, yet each reacting completely differently to his under-the-table play, wearing completely different expressions.

The only thing the same was that both let him have his way.

The feeling was hard to put into words—an intoxicating mix of thrill and satisfaction.

But that satisfaction didn’t last long. His mood shifted to something far more complicated.

Ogawa Sayuki suddenly flashed him a teasing smile, then slid her own right hand under the table and—just like that—gave her sister’s thigh a casual pat.

Ogawa Fumika jolted as if shocked, instinctively clamping her legs together and glancing at her sister in panic. “W-what is it, Sayuki?”

Already trying to keep from giving herself away under Shuuichi’s teasing, she was terrified of being found out—only for her sister to suddenly pat her thigh.

Her heart began to race like a startled deer. She was at a total loss, afraid her sister might notice something.

And this was definitely not the same as a massage!

“Why’s sis spacing out? You haven’t even looked at the menu properly, have you?” Sayuki asked knowingly, finding her sister’s flustered reaction very amusing.

“I just got a little distracted, I’ll look now…” Fumika said, her cheeks tinged red as she hurried to focus on the menu.

On Sayuki’s face, there was no sign she was also being teased under the table. She leaned in close to her sister, studying the menu seriously—

While privately beginning her counterattack.

Teasing her nervous sister with one hand, she slipped the heel from her right foot and deliberately…

Shuuichi froze, staring at her in disbelief. He’d thought he was the hunter, but she was bolder than him!

“What was it Chiba-kun said he liked to eat just now?” Sayuki asked with that half-smile, as if to say, In front of a married woman, a little boy like you is still far behind.

Fresh from the pains of her cycle, Sayuki was now radiating the full dominance of a top predator in the food chain.

“Mmn…”

A muffled, lilting moan drifted through the booth.

Fumika clapped her hands over her mouth, laying her head on the table as if trying desperately to endure something.

To cover his own momentary loss of composure, Shuuichi decided to go on the offensive, making Fumika too busy to notice anything else.

Then he gave Sayuki’s calf a firm squeeze before calmly saying aloud,

“Being able to dine with two such beautiful madames is already the greatest pleasure—no matter what I eat, it’s all delicious.”

“Oh?” Sayuki’s peach-blossom eyes narrowed slightly. “Madames, is it?”

Shuuichi sucked in a sharp breath. “Yes… In private I call Fumika-neesan that. Does Sayuki-neesan not like it?”

“Madame and a shounen…” Sayuki licked her glossy lips. “That’s interesting.”

Only when the usually unflappable youth was gritting his teeth, shoulders hunched, did she seem satisfied enough to let up—ringing for the server to come take their order.

When the food arrived, Sayuki resumed her little provocations, watching Shuuichi with that half-smile. “Chiba-kun’s appetite seems pretty good. I just wonder if you can digest it.”

Her words carried a certain double meaning. Shuuichi didn’t flinch. After sipping his juice, he answered in the same vein,

“That’s something I’d have to ask Sayuki-neesan… If you’d be willing to personally guide me in training, I imagine once my stamina improves, neither appetite nor digestion would be an issue.”

Sayuki’s pink tongue flicked over the bit of sauce at her lips—gone in an instant. “If you can endure it…”

While the two traded verbal jabs, Fumika stayed silent.

She didn’t have the energy to speak—between the constant teasing, the tremble in her hands as she tried to eat, and the effort of keeping any sounds from escaping, just enduring was already a battle.

How could she dare to join in the conversation?

The entire meal was one long undercurrent of invisible blades flashing beneath the table. All three finished dinner, each with their own thoughts.

Fumika let out a long breath of relief. The meal had been pure torture—holding onto her dignity had taken everything she had, and now her legs felt unsteady just walking.

“Fumika-neesan, you alright?” Shuuichi asked gently, steadying her.

“Yeah, sis, what’s wrong?” Sayuki supported her other side.

Their concern only made Fumika’s face brim with grievance. She had figured it out—Shuuichi didn’t even need to say it—her sister had definitely been doing it on purpose too. Both of them… bad to the core.

But how could she say something like that aloud?

Flushing, she lowered her head. “N-no, I’m fine. Really.”

“If you’re not feeling well, you have to tell us—don’t force yourself,” Shuuichi said “kindly.”

“That’s right. If you’re not up for a movie today, we could have Chiba-kun take you another time. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. Right?”

Sayuki looked at Shuuichi with meaning, lightly licking her lips.

That little gesture made Shuuichi’s spirits surge. “Of course I wouldn’t mind.”

“I really am fine…” Fumika was close to tears. Please, just let me off—if you keep pressing, I really will die of embarrassment.

“Then shall we go to the movie? It’s about time,” Shuuichi said, checking his phone.

“…Mm.”

Fumika answered softly, already sure the movie wouldn’t be peaceful—very likely worse than dinner had been.

Just thinking about it made her legs weaker, and she was practically carried along between the two of them.

Shuuichi and Sayuki shared a glance, a certain tacit understanding passing between them, before the pair “escorted” the limp Fumika straight to the cinema.

Again, not to some bustling theater—but one known for its privacy. And the film? Definitely not a blockbuster—chosen specifically for a sparsely attended showing.

After their tickets were checked, they stepped into the screening room to find only a scattering of couples—clearly all there for the same purpose.

“Fumika-neesan, why don’t you sit in the middle?” Shuuichi suggested when they found a row of three seats together.

Fumika’s body stiffened. Thinking of being trapped between those two schemers, she hesitated before refusing.

“B-better if Chiba-kun sits in the middle. I might have to go to the bathroom… yes, that’s it.”

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