Starting a New Life in Tokyo by Inheriting a Shopping Street [27]

“Hehehe~” Akiyama An giggled happily, eyes sparkling at the feast before her.

“And these are your bentō for lunch. Chiba-kun, yours matches Tsuki-chan’s and An-chan’s. Is that alright?” Mrs. Akiyama took out three lunchboxes: one small white box, one large pink box, and one large blue box.

“I’ve always wanted to experience bringing a homemade lunch. I’ll leave my meals to you from now on, Mrs. Akiyama,” Chiba replied, not bothering with unnecessary politeness.

“You can count on me! I’ll make sure Chiba-kun grows up healthy and strong~” Mrs. Akiyama declared proudly, patting her chest for emphasis.

“Wait a second!” Tsuki suddenly interrupted. “This blue lunchbox—I’m pretty sure it belongs to An-chan, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, it does. Is there a problem?” Mrs. Akiyama tilted her head, puzzled.

“That’s not acceptable!” Tsuki objected firmly, quickly finding a suitable excuse. “It’s used. Let’s get him a new one.”

“Oh, you have a point. But we don’t have any new ones right now. How about I buy one today, and we switch it tomorrow? Is that alright, Chiba-kun?” Mrs. Akiyama asked gently.

“No worries. I don’t mind at all, Class Rep,” Chiba teased, glancing at An.

Caught sneaking a sip of milk, An immediately sat upright and proper, acting like nothing happened—even though a milky mustache clearly marked her lips.

After a moment, she realized her mistake, quickly sticking out her small pink tongue to lick it clean.

Chiba watched this adorable display intently, until Tsuki abruptly stepped between them, blocking his view.

“You can do whatever you want to me, but leave my little sister alone,” Tsuki whispered sharply, giving him a warning.

Chiba let out a soft snort, secretly giving her backside a gentle pat. “Get this straight—you don’t get to decide anything. Your only role is to follow my orders.”

Stimulated by such daring mischief in front of her family, Tsuki barely suppressed a gasp, quickly covering her mouth to keep quiet.

“All right, everyone, hurry up and eat. You’ll be late for school~” Mrs. Akiyama called cheerfully, finally finishing preparations.

She sat inside the counter, while Chiba and the sisters sat outside, from left to right: An, Tsuki, and then Chiba.

Concerned that An might become his next target, Tsuki deliberately placed herself between them.

But Chiba suspected Tsuki wasn’t really protecting her sister—instead, she was eagerly awaiting becoming a target herself.

“How’s the food, Chiba-kun? Do you like it?” Mrs. Akiyama asked sweetly, clearly delighted watching the three enjoy their meal.

“It’s incredible! I’ve never had anything this good! I don’t think I’ll ever enjoy anyone else’s cooking again.”

Chiba took a bite of the fluffy, sweet tamagoyaki, nearly moved to tears. It had been so long since he’d eaten a warm, homemade breakfast.

Mrs. Akiyama’s cooking skills were excellent—after all, she’d raised two daughters well on the income of a small ramen shop. And with an additional 300% taste bonus just for him, the food was absolutely unbeatable.

“Oh, now you’re exaggerating~” Mrs. Akiyama said modestly, though she couldn’t hide her beaming smile.

“Actually, Mom, today’s breakfast really is especially good,” Tsuki agreed, slightly puzzled. “It feels like your cooking suddenly leveled up or something.”

She ate her mother’s cooking daily and, though slight variations were normal, today’s meal tasted even better than her best dishes ever had.

Even with only a 30% bonus, it was already quite noticeable to her.

“Mmm-hmm-mmm…” An couldn’t spare time to speak, vigorously nodding agreement with her mouth completely stuffed.

“Huh? Really?” Mrs. Akiyama blinked in surprise, trying a bite of bacon herself. Her eyes widened. “Oh, this is delicious! Way better than usual. As expected of me~”

Watching closely to see if they’d notice the shop’s hidden effects, Chiba nearly choked at her reaction. This lady really is… something special.

But since her cooking was so amazing, perhaps he could give her daughters a bit more attention in the future.

With that thought, Chiba withdrew his left hand beneath the counter. As he continued enjoying his food with his right, his left hand silently crept toward Tsuki’s skirt.

Sliding past the knee-high socks, he quickly reached the boundary above them—that enticing, soft band of thigh, as smooth and delicate as pudding, now right beneath his fingertips.

“Nn…” Tsuki, suddenly ambushed, couldn’t help a muffled gasp, her heart racing.

“What’s wrong, Tsuki-chan? Did you choke on something?” Mrs. Akiyama asked, concerned.

“N-no, it’s nothing,” Tsuki quickly shook her head. But Chiba’s hand kept exploring, and the thrill sent a deep blush spreading across her cheeks.

“Maybe she’s sick? Your face is really red, Tsuki.” An briefly paused her eating to show concern.

This clueless girl should just keep eating and ignore me! Tsuki thought desperately.

Then again, having no one notice at all wouldn’t be thrilling enough, either. She felt terribly conflicted.

“You do look pretty flushed, Prez. Maybe you should stay home and rest today? Your health is important,” Chiba suggested casually, even while continuing his teasing under the counter.

He had to admit, a young girl’s skin really was soft and tender.

Though, since he’d only ever touched Ogawa-san’s thighs through stockings, he didn’t yet have a direct comparison.

“It’s fine. It’s Monday, and the student council has a lot of work. I can’t miss it. I’m not sick,” Tsuki refused coolly, even as the redness of her cheeks grew deeper, her eyes glittering with excitement.

That stark contrast sent a jolt even through Chiba, who normally reserved his attention for mature ladies.

This little game… is getting more interesting by the second.

Breakfast ended quickly; they still needed to hurry to school. Within minutes, they were done.

Tsuki licked her lips, eyes alight with enthusiasm. Chiba-kun definitely knows what he’s doing—I chose the right person!

After grabbing their bags and saying goodbye to Mrs. Akiyama, the three headed out toward the subway.

On the way, Chiba and Tsuki walked side by side, while An bounced ahead, kicking pebbles playfully.

“An-chan, don’t act so childish,” Tsuki chided gently.

“Oh…” An stopped sulkily, finally walking quietly, looking more like her usual cool, reserved school persona.

Chiba found that puzzling. “She’s pretty cute when she’s lively. Why force her into acting differently?”

Tsuki bit her lip, a pleading look in her eyes. “Can you please stop aiming for my sister? If you leave her alone, then…I’ll do whatever you want—even more extreme things, if that’s what it takes.”

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