Starting a New Life in Tokyo by Inheriting a Shopping Street [39]

Ogawa Sayuki stared at her sweetly smiling sister and couldn't help rubbing her forehead in exasperation. Don't you realize he’s openly teasing your little sister right in front of you?

“What do you think, Nee-chan?” she finally asked, unable to bear it any longer.

“Eh?” Ogawa Fumika, lost in her own thoughts, snapped back to reality, not quite catching the question. She mistakenly thought Sayuki was asking whether she had the energy to give a massage tonight.

Instantly flustered, she stammered shyly, “My hands… do feel a bit weak right now…”

It wasn’t just her hands—her entire body was still soft and trembling, as if she were floating, unable to fully recover from earlier.

Sayuki was utterly speechless.

“No need to force yourself,” Chiba Shuuichi interjected decisively, “No one would laugh if you said you’re in pain. I know how painful it can get, Sayuki-nee. Let’s go to the next room. Fumika-san can supervise my massage technique from there.”

“Ah… sure.” Fumika nodded, seeing nothing wrong with this arrangement.

Sayuki’s eyelids twitched involuntarily. Wow. He’s even dragging my sister along, planning to massage my legs openly in front of her! Impressive!

But despite her internal sarcasm, Sayuki found herself reluctantly agreeing.

Though she was much stronger physically compared to Fumika, that didn't exempt her from certain troubles. When the pain came, it could still be unbearable—especially after vigorous exercise.

And perhaps, beyond the pain itself, there was some inexplicable reason, a ghostly temptation she couldn’t quite resist.

Soon they found themselves in the small room on the first floor, the same one used for ear-cleaning the other day. Three chairs were arranged in a circle, with Sayuki seated in the middle, Chiba and Fumika facing each other at her sides.

Sayuki’s two slender, toned legs rested across their laps.

Fumika professionally pointed to the inner side of her sister’s knee. “As Chiba-kun mentioned earlier, massaging here helps ease the pain.”

Although her limbs still felt weak and her head was a little dizzy, demonstrating a simple massage was manageable.

“Got it.” Chiba observed briefly before understanding the technique, copying Fumika’s movements and beginning his massage.

Sayuki folded her arms tightly, watching these two people seriously scrutinizing her legs. Her eyelids twitched uncontrollably; something about this entire scenario felt utterly absurd.

The moment Chiba’s fingers pressed down on her thigh, an indescribable ache surged, prompting her to let out a muffled groan.

“Am I pressing too hard?” Chiba glanced sideways at her, a playful smile at the corner of his lips.

Sayuki gritted her teeth stubbornly, sneering, “With that tiny bit of strength? You call that hard?”

“…” Chiba winced slightly. You’re definitely implying something else here!

Deliberately, he pressed harder.

Sayuki sharply inhaled, her feet arching suddenly, toes curling as she struggled unsuccessfully to suppress a series of low moans.

“How about now? Is this enough? Or still not hard enough?” Chiba emphasized the last few words intentionally. “From the sounds you're making, Sayuki-nee, I might be pressing too hard after all?”

Sayuki glared fiercely, unable to speak yet unwilling to concede.

Watching from the side, Fumika held back a giggle, gently covering her mouth with one hand. “Sayuki only ever makes cute sounds like this in moments like these. She’s always been like this—don't worry, Chiba-kun.”

“Really? And here I thought Sayuki-nee was always this tough,” Chiba joked back at Fumika.

All the while, his hands continued massaging, quietly savoring the unique vitality of those athletic thighs—a sensation completely different from Fumika’s, causing his heart, calm moments ago, to slowly stir again.

Less soft, perhaps, but even more firm and resilient.

Who could've imagined? Between these two sisters, the first thighs he directly touched would actually be Sayuki’s.

“Sayuki’s legs are beautiful, aren’t they? Much prettier than mine...” Fumika murmured suddenly, watching Chiba’s massage with a slightly wistful expression.

Both Chiba and Sayuki jolted slightly, exchanging quick, subtle glances.

Observing Fumika’s expression carefully, Chiba quickly recovered with a relaxed smile.

“I won't believe that unless you take off your stockings now, Fumika-san, and let me carefully compare.”

Fumika instantly blushed furiously, hurriedly clamping her own legs together and hugging Sayuki’s leg tightly in embarrassment. “Th-that's the one thing I can’t do… I don’t want Chiba-kun to see something that embarrassing.”

“Eh? But the first time we met, Fumika-san definitely took off her stockings, didn’t she? It’s such a shame we weren’t close yet, so I couldn’t appreciate it properly. Every time I tried sneaking a glance, Sayuki-nee kept glaring at me. Truly regrettable…” Chiba feigned deep regret.

“Right, right. From the very beginning, he only had eyes for your thighs, Nee-chan. He barely even glanced at mine. He kept sneaking looks at you, practically wishing his eyes were glued there,” Sayuki added, enduring the aching sensations in her thighs, her tone oddly bitter.

But the moment those words left her mouth, she wondered if she’d lost her mind—why am I even helping him out here?!

“W-was that true?” Fumika asked shyly, face flushed, legs shifting nervously.

Chiba smiled openly, admitting freely, “Absolutely true. The moment I saw you, Fumika-san, I couldn't tear my eyes away. I was worried it was rude and expected to be scolded, but instead you just lowered your head shyly.”

Fumika vividly recalled that first meeting, her lips unconsciously curling into a happy smile as she remembered that day.

“Actually, Chiba-kun might not have noticed, but… at the time, I was also secretly observing you,” Fumika quietly confessed her little secret.

“Oh? Really? I was so captivated I didn’t notice at all.” Chiba recalled that meeting—indeed, he’d only stared at her legs the whole time, utterly oblivious to anything else.

“Mhm…” Fumika nodded earnestly.

From the side, Sayuki chimed in, “My sister was quite the literary girl back then, obsessed with sweet, romantic stories. I recall a novel about a girl visiting her sick father in the hospital, where she accidentally meets a frail, delicate-looking boy. After reading that, she was so excited she rolled around on her bed, and even dragged me into reading it too.”

“Eh? Fumika-san used to be a literary girl?” Chiba sounded genuinely impressed, though when thinking of a "literary girl," he couldn’t help but recall a certain classic scene from Daily Lives of High School Boys.

“Sayuki! Don’t bring that up—it’s too embarrassing…” Fumika wanted nothing more than to cover her face and run away, but feeling as dizzy and soft as she did now, escaping was impossible.

“Why feel embarrassed? It’s really adorable,” Chiba reassured her gently. “Still, does that mean Fumika-san prefers delicate boys? No wonder you once said it’s fine if I look a bit gentler. Maybe I shouldn't have started exercising after all.”

“No, no, Chiba-kun definitely should exercise! Taking care of your health is very important!” Fumika hastily clarified, forgetting her embarrassment for a moment in her urgency to prevent him from misunderstanding.

Chiba’s gaze swept playfully over Fumika’s flushed form as he teasingly remarked, “You might have a point. Without exercise, my body might not endure. It really is quite the dilemma.”

Fumika instantly turned a deep shade of scarlet, steam practically rising from her head.

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