Starting a New Life in Tokyo by Inheriting a Shopping Street [52]

Ogawa Fumika was still a little dazed as her younger sister pulled her away. She didn’t quite understand how it had turned into three people going to see a movie together.

But… it was already good enough. As long as she could watch a movie with Chiba-kun, that was already wonderful.

And besides, she wouldn’t have to leave her sister behind to go home alone—this way, there was no guilt.

As for Ogawa Sayuki—she, of course, knew exactly what kind of little game Chiba Shuuichi was playing.

But for reasons tangled and complicated, she didn’t reject it, didn’t try to stop it. If anything, there was a touch of half-hearted push-and-pull.

Shuuichi personally walked the two of them to the door, watching the sisters leave together, and couldn’t help but feel an eager anticipation for tomorrow night’s three-person “date.”

Naturally, the venue couldn’t be the ramen shop next door run by the lady in question.

Sure, Akiyama-san’s ramen was far better than anything outside, but first—space was cramped, with only two-person booths, so three people wouldn’t fit.

Second—no way to make any little moves there. Too much risk.

And besides, tomorrow was the shop’s opening day. Most likely it would be crowded with customers—not a suitable date setting.

From the results of several small tests, he could basically confirm: as long as he didn’t directly push it too far with Ogawa Sayuki, and just let the frog warm slowly in the pot, there wouldn’t be much of a problem.

Thinking this over, he pulled up the system interface in his mind for a glance.

Sure enough, just as he’d expected, neither of their sense-of-belonging stats had increased.

“Chiba-kun’s this impatient? Standing here waiting? Can’t suppress those perverted thoughts in your heart anymore?”

Hearing that kind of provocative line, Shuuichi immediately knew—Akiyama Tsuki had slipped over.

“Don’t you need to help your mom get ready? Isn’t the opening tomorrow?” Shuuichi refocused, looking at the cool-faced beauty standing before him.

That said… whenever he thought of the word cool, he really couldn’t connect it to this pervy Kaichou.

But somehow, to everyone but him, that was exactly her image.

“Mom’s been preparing from morning till night the past two days—it’s basically all done. I just help check for anything missing,” Tsuki explained.

It wasn’t like the pervy Kaichou herself had it easy. Student Council duties already kept her busy; weekends meant cram school, then coming home to help her scatterbrained mother, and keeping her idiot little sister’s studies in check.

And on top of that, she somehow found time in her packed schedule to come here to get teased—cough, to have fun.

This wasn’t some shameless excuse. For Tsuki, this was about seeking thrills.

“Shouldn’t we eat first?” Shuuichi glanced at the time—it was already six-thirty. Though he wasn’t exactly starving, playing a bit before dinner would be fine too.

“I get it—you want to hear that, right? As expected, a pervert.”

Tsuki bit her lip, then deliberately put on a humiliated, bullied expression, pretending to hesitate as she stammered:

“Does Master want to eat dinner first… or… eat me first?”

“Dinner.” Shuuichi answered without the slightest pause.

“Mm…” She took the critical hit, her body swaying—but inside, she was secretly delighted.

“Don’t go enjoying yourself all alone over there. I told you, dinner first. I did a lot of physical work today, I’m starving.” Shuuichi gave her a sidelong glance.

“Dinner’s not ready yet.” She pouted.

Shuuichi sighed and tugged her by the arm toward the house. “Then why even ask? Eat you first.”

This rough pulling—that was a scene Tsuki had fantasized about many times. She gave a light, token struggle, muttering in mock resistance.

Softly calling out, “No, you pervert, don’t—”

Shuuichi immediately let her go. “You really don’t want to? Then I’ll go eat dinner.”

She muttered in dissatisfaction, “Can’t you play along a little? Don’t men all like this kind of scenario? Is it fun if there’s no resistance at all?”

“This is just you liking being forced, isn’t it?” Shuuichi smacked her on the butt. “Don’t waste time—go mop the floor.”

“Mm…”

That smack… seemed to have gotten her in the mood. A flush began to spread across her face.

She walked ahead on her own, even lifting her skirt slightly so the person behind could enjoy the blue-and-white stripes.

“By the way, those two Ogawa ladies—they seem to visit you a lot?”

“Mm.” Shuuichi admired the thighs so close at hand, and reached out to squeeze—

“Mm…” Tsuki let out a small, pleased hum. “I think they’re quite pretty, with amazing figures. Seems like your type. Is it…”

“Does a little maid like you get to comment on Master’s private affairs?”

His answer was direct—and rough.

“Mm…”

Her legs felt a little weak.

“If it were Nase-sensei, though… that would be even more exciting…” Tsuki suddenly dropped a bomb.

Shuuichi couldn’t help giving her a sidelong look. That… did sound exciting.

But way too wicked. Not okay.

He felt this couldn’t go on—like he was taking one step after another toward the abyss.

“Chiba-kun really is a pervert. You’re tempted, aren’t you?” Tsuki caught the change in his expression, smiling faintly.

“That’s just because of your pervy suggestion.”

“…,” Shuuichi found himself at a loss with this one.

He gave her butt a nudge, urging her on, and Tsuki finally got up—walking a bit unsteadily—into the second-floor room.

Shuuichi sat in the living room, watching as she changed into a maid outfit right in front of him, drawing out every motion to slip into her white stockings before beginning her “maid work.”

Holding a cloth, skirt lifted, she cleaned the floor little by little.

Sure enough, the white stockings suited her far better than yesterday’s black cotton socks.

They weren’t very thick, just sheer enough to faintly reveal the pink of a girl’s toes. Slim, delicate, white feet—exquisite and tempting.

Unlike yesterday, Shuuichi wasn’t tired tonight. Energy still burned in him, and before long, he reached out, catching one of those white-stockinged feet to play with.

“W–what do you think you’re doing?”

Suddenly grabbed by the foot, Tsuki tensed with excitement. Finally—after all this time—he’d made a move. Not for nothing had she washed her feet before coming the moment she heard “white stockings.”

Her tone was flustered, her expression expectant. The whole foot struggled, yet her toes kept curling against his palm—perfect contradiction.

Shuuichi held the restless foot firmly and let out a short breath. “What am I doing? You’ll know in a moment. But who told you to stop working?”

Biting her lip, she was forced to keep one leg raised as she kept wiping the floor—nervous, excited, and waiting to see just what he would do to her feet…

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