Starting a New Life in Tokyo by Inheriting a Shopping Street [44]

Just two days ago, she had been the aloof Student Council President, the ice queen admired from afar by countless boys.

Yet now, she was scrubbing the floor in a skimpy maid uniform, enduring harassment from a male classmate.

This is…so incredible!

…

…

…

Akiyama Tsuki’s stubborn facade finally cracked completely, and her true, perverted self began openly surfacing.

Suddenly, Chiba Shuuichi’s phone buzzed, forcing him to reluctantly withdraw his hand and reach for it.

Neglected on the floor, Tsuki gradually regained some clarity in her eyes. Still flushed and panting, she licked her lips in lingering excitement.

Compared to being ignored and teased endlessly, direct stimulation really feels better.

[Where’s my drinking photo? You little perv!]

Clearly, it was a message from Ogawa Sayuki.

Only then did Shuuichi realize how much time he'd wasted playing around with the perverted Kaichou, nearly forgetting the promised photo entirely.

Standing up, he picked up the two cans of fruit cocktails and walked toward his room, leaving behind instructions for Tsuki.

“Keep cleaning. I'll inspect your work later.”

Tsuki pouted unhappily. She hadn't come here just to clean, and wasn’t that alcohol supposed to be for their own play?

Suspiciously watching Shuuichi disappear into his room, Tsuki rubbed the lingering handprint on the back of her thigh, savoring the recent stimulation again.

After entering his bedroom, Shuuichi placed the drinks on the table, dug out Ogawa Fumika’s stockings from his wardrobe, then sat down to reply to Sayuki’s message.

[Want another peek at my legs?]

[Ha! Didn’t you already get enough hands-on time earlier? You sure are bold, doing that right in front of my sister.]

[Sayuki-nee, are you feeling any better? Still hurting badly?]

[Don’t change the subject! You think I’m as easy to fool as my sister, getting flustered by a few compliments or concerns?]

[I’m not changing the subject. I meant, if you're still in pain, I might have another chance to massage you tomorrow.]

[…]

Ogawa Sayuki was genuinely stunned. She’d met plenty of shameless flirts in her life, but such straightforward lustfulness was truly rare!

But she wasn’t exactly shy herself. With a cold smile, she replied directly: [So eager just to massage my legs? Such a typical boy…]

[I admit I'm inexperienced. Why not broaden my horizons, Sayuki-nee? Is there something even better?]

[…]

Sayuki felt she now understood Shuuichi’s shamelessness on a whole new level. Glancing towards the bathroom, she heard the steady rush of water from her sister’s shower.

[Quit stalling. Give me the drinking photo you promised.]

[Right. At this hour, Sayuki-nee must already be lying comfortably in bed. You probably need it urgently right now.]

A vein twitched on Sayuki’s forehead. This brat. But he wasn't wrong—she really was lounging on her bed…

[Enough nonsense!]

[Drinking_Photo.JPG] Shuuichi actually sent over a photo.

Sayuki was momentarily surprised, genuinely not expecting him to dare. But upon closer inspection, her surprise quickly turned into irritation—she should’ve known this cunning brat wouldn’t send exactly what she’d asked for.

The photo depicted Shuuichi seated casually in front of an opened can of fruit cocktail, casually sniffing Fumika’s stockings.

A genuine “drinking” photo!

And he hadn’t even shown his full face!

Not particularly surprised, as she'd anticipated his mischievousness, Sayuki still noticed something useful in the photo.

[Drinking alcohol, huh?] Sayuki licked her lips, a delighted smile spreading across her face.

[Are you planning to report me, Sayuki-nee?]

[Not for now.]

[Saving it for blackmail, then? I don’t know what Sayuki-nee plans to force me into, but I don't mind. Anything to make Sayuki-nee happy.]

[???]

From his quick replies and teasing tone, Sayuki realized he’d anticipated this all along. She felt like she’d punched cotton, completely deflated.

Wait… Did this brat deliberately hand me blackmail material?

This little devil…

He’d gotten even more irritating!

[A charming, mature, voluptuous Onee-san with long, slender, toned legs captures compromising evidence of the cute boy next door. She slowly licks her alluring lips, smiling meaningfully as she decides…]

Sayuki’s eyebrow twitched.

This brat makes it sound like I’m some sort of pervert!

But this scenario…

She clicked her tongue softly. Why does it feel so enticing?

Dominating and teasing a younger, weaker boy… The image surprisingly stirred something within her.

[I’ve decided to show this to your parents.]

[Eh? Is Sayuki-nee heading to South Africa too?]

[???]

[My parents work in South Africa, and they hardly return even once a year. They live in an area with terrible signal. If you really want to show them that badly, your best bet is flying over to deliver it in person.]

[…]

Sayuki froze. Why on earth would I go to South Africa?

[Ah, I get it. Sayuki-nee just wants to meet my parents.]

[You understand nothing, you brat!] Sayuki irritably replied.

[I only understand perverted stuff. I’m clueless about anything else, so I’m afraid I can't help you there, Sayuki-nee.]

Sayuki angrily tossed her phone aside, hugging her pillow in frustration. This brat was infuriatingly tricky—every time, it felt like she was the one being played instead. It was maddening!

[Is Sayuki-nee angry?]

She glanced at the screen but refused to reply, sulking.

[Guess I shouldn't wash my hands anymore.]

Sayuki furrowed her brows, not quite understanding. She reluctantly replied with a question mark.

[?]

[Because I might never get another chance to touch Sayuki-nee’s legs again, so of course I can't wash your scent away.]

Sayuki curled her lip in distaste, quickly responding: [Wash your hands properly, brat. Or do you plan to touch my sister tomorrow with those dirty hands?]

[Don’t talk about yourself like that, Sayuki-nee. I don't think you're dirty at all.]

[You little…!]

[Sayuki-nee, when are you going to wear black stockings? I'm curious how you'd look.]

[Aren’t my sister’s black stockings enough for you?]

[That’s different. With Fumika-nee, honestly, I’d rather see her without stockings.]

[I get to see her bare legs every day. In fact, she's showering right now, and I'll get to touch her soon. Jealous yet?]

[Definitely. I'm jealous that Sayuki-nee gets to touch Fumika-nee so casually, and jealous that Fumika-nee gets to be touched by Sayuki-nee. Both sound incredible.]

[…]

Sayuki was left utterly speechless.

---

This is a fan translation of 从继承商店街开始东京生活 by 净消尘土 All rights to the original work belong to the creator. Please support them by exploring their original work or sharing it with others if you can. Thank you for reading and supporting my efforts to bring this story to a wider audience!