Starting a New Life in Tokyo by Inheriting a Shopping Street [45]

Ogawa Fumika gently patted her body dry with a towel, examining her reflection closely in the mirror.

Her wet hair was wrapped snugly in a soft pink hair towel, accentuating the flush on her freshly bathed cheeks, and her misty, peach-blossom eyes were heartbreakingly charming.

She crossed one arm over her chest, gripping her other arm softly, supporting the “heavy responsibility” and slightly easing the strain on her shoulders.

Her slender waist was so slim it made a striking contrast against her full, lush thighs—it was almost inconceivable how nature had distributed everything so flawlessly.

Her legs pressed tightly together without a hint of a gap, hardly fitting the image of someone who’d once been married.

Fumika squeezed the supple flesh of her thigh gently, a hint of disappointment crossing her face, toes curling nervously.

Would Chiba-kun really like these thighs? If I’d known earlier, I should’ve exercised more with Sayuki… Ah…

After pitying herself a bit, Fumika finally left the bathroom, dried her hair, slipped into her bathrobe, and headed back to the bedroom.

Ogawa Sayuki glanced up at her sister, licking her lips lightly, then patted the bed beside her. “Come here, Nee-san.”

“No way—you’re just going to mess with me again.” Fumika warily stepped back half a step, suspicious of her little sister’s usual teasing after bath time.

“I have something nice to show you. Coming or not?” Sayuki tempted.

“What nice thing?” Fumika still sounded cautious.

“It’s about Chiba-kun~” Sayuki narrowed her eyes slightly, patiently waiting for her sister to surrender.

Sure enough, hearing those words, Fumika immediately gave in and obediently approached the bed.

Sayuki quickly pulled her close, snuggling against her sister, her restless hand immediately sliding toward Fumika’s thighs.

“Sayuki! Stop it—I just finished bathing…” Fumika hurriedly clamped her thighs together, trying to stop the mischievous hand.

“Now that Nee-san has her little man, I guess I’ve become irrelevant,” Sayuki sighed melodramatically.

“Don’t say things like that...” Fumika flushed deeply, eyes misting slightly. “So… where’s this nice thing about Chiba-kun?”

Sayuki curled her lips and gestured toward the bedside. “I already sent it to your phone. Check it yourself.”

Fumika immediately twisted around to grab her phone.

“Your thighs are so soft and smooth… Not just little boys like Chiba-kun—even I love touching them.”

Busy checking her phone, Fumika only let out a vague mumble in response.

Her eyes widened upon seeing the photo Sayuki had sent, heart pounding as her cheeks flushed vividly. “Chiba-kun is…”

“He’s sniffing your stockings~ See? Told you he's been eyeing those legs of yours,” Sayuki said smugly, pleased with her keen judgment.

“Ugh…” Fumika squeezed her thighs tighter, her blush rapidly spreading across her cheeks.

“Aren’t you disappointed you didn’t see the real ‘drinking’ scene? I bet he’s done it for sure, but I couldn’t catch him red-handed. I bugged him several times, and all I got was this teasing photo,” Sayuki pouted, visibly annoyed.

Even this photo was enough to overwhelm Fumika. She didn’t dare imagine how she'd react if she saw the real thing.

“How did you get this picture from him, Sayuki?”

Sayuki smiled mischievously. “I promised him I’d give him the bath towel you used tonight.”

“?!!” Fumika jumped, grabbing her sister’s hand in embarrassment. “Sayuki! Don’t be so mean—that’s incredibly embarrassing!”

She’d even taken the towel she'd borrowed from Shuuichi’s place previously because she was too shy to leave it behind.

“Well, if Nee-san finds it so embarrassing, I suppose he’ll just have to be disappointed,” Sayuki replied slyly, glancing sideways at her.

Fumika hesitated at once. “S-since you've already promised him, just this once… But please don’t do it again, Sayuki.”

“Then what about his reward for working out?” Sayuki raised an eyebrow teasingly.

“……” Fumika was left speechless.

Watching her sister’s troubled expression, Sayuki felt a slight annoyance rising inside her. In the end, she’s being taken away by a man after all.

But this was inevitable. She couldn’t really hold her sister hostage forever, could she?

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Meanwhile, after teasing Sayuki, Shuuichi neatly put away the stockings, picked up the opened but untouched can of fruit cocktail, and stepped out of his room.

Outside, the living room floor was already spotless, yet Tsuki hadn’t left. Instead, she knelt obediently by the door, posture perfectly straight, awaiting orders.

Seeing Shuuichi emerge, Tsuki gazed at him eagerly but stubbornly said aloud, “I’ve finished cleaning the floor. If there's nothing else, I’ll go home now.”

“Mm,” Shuuichi nodded absently.

“…” Tsuki’s mouth twitched. Hadn't she stayed here explicitly waiting for a reward? Couldn’t he be more cooperative?

But it seemed clear Shuuichi intended to make her beg for it.

“D-do I get any reward?” Tsuki bit her lip softly, her flushed cheeks perfectly portraying the image of a proud but gradually yielding girl.

“Here’s your reward,” Shuuichi said, shaking the can of fruit cocktail slightly.

Tsuki swallowed quietly. Was this…an indirect kiss scenario? A play meant to accustom the little maid to her young master’s presence? Or did he intend to get her tipsy to try something else?

Either possibility was exciting, so she reached out to accept it.

However, Shuuichi deliberately pulled away, looking down at her with a smirk. “It’s not for drinking.”

“Then what…?” Tsuki asked in confusion.

“Stretch out your leg,” Shuuichi commanded directly.

Tsuki obediently stood, placing her slightly numb legs straight out before her. Sitting formally, she watched curiously, wondering what he was about to do.

Under her gaze, Shuuichi tipped the can, letting the fruity alcohol pour down freely…

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“Is that all?” Tsuki looked up at him, clearly unsatisfied and yearning for more.

Shuuichi rolled his eyes, astonished by her greediness. “Depends on your performance. Clean up the spilled drink before you leave. Next time, remember to wear white stockings with the maid outfit.”

“I-I understand…” Tsuki muttered through clenched teeth, outwardly showing a look of grudging obedience but inwardly thrilled at the thought.

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A few minutes later, Akiyama An was struggling through her homework when she heard the bedroom door open. Turning her head, she saw her sister entering.

Just as she was about to greet her, An caught an unusual scent. Sniffing deeply, she immediately pouted indignantly. “Nee-chan! Did you secretly drink white peach soda without sharing with me?!”

Still immersed in her role as the devoted little maid who’d endured humiliation for her family's sake, Tsuki was utterly speechless.

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