Starting Tokyo Life From Inheriting A Shopping Street

"Eh? Did I use too much force?" Fumika wondered if she had gotten distracted and accidentally applied too much pressure.

"It's not your fault, Fumika-san. I think it's because I'm not very skilled at this."

Shuichi reassured Fumika, then chuckled as he looked at the two restless, slender legs in front of him. Deciding to apply more pressure, he continued.

The intense tingling and sore sensation on the soles of her feet made Sayuki instinctively want to pull her foot back. But there was no way Shuichi would let her go—he firmly held onto her foot, rubbing it without pause.

Mmm…

No… This is just a foot massage, and I'm already losing control like this. If it were really that kind of situation, wouldn't I…

Originally, staying still was fine, but the moment Sayuki moved, she immediately drew Shuichi's gaze—right toward the edge of the towel.

It seemed that women had a natural sensitivity to being watched. Even though Sayuki was lying face down, she immediately sensed it, and her body stiffened slightly.

Seeing that Sayuki had settled down and stopped struggling, Shuichi let out a soft chuckle. He warmed up a bit more essential oil in his hands, then firmly grasped her calf, openly massaging it, savoring the elasticity and vitality beneath his palms.

At the same time, he casually struck up a conversation with Fumika.

"By the way, do you know how to cut hair, Fumika-san? I haven't had a haircut in a month. If you do, I wouldn't have to make a trip to a barber."

Ever since the beauty salon opened, he had been coming here every day just for baths and massages, leaving no time to think about anything else. It was only today that he finally remembered.

"Huh? A haircut?" Fumika paused her movements and looked up, slightly stunned. She hesitated for a moment before replying somewhat uncertainty:

"I do know how, actually. I usually take care of Sayuki's hair, but my skills aren't quite at a professional level for running a salon.

That's why our beauty salon only offers basic trims and styling, and even those are included as part of our hair care services."

"That's fine. As long as you can do it, that's all that matters. I think Sayuki-san's hairstyle looks great—you should have more confidence in yourself."

As Shuichi spoke, he sneakily scratched the sole of Sayuki's foot.

This time, he used his hand.

Sayuki's slender toes curled up instantly, and her long, toned legs trembled slightly in response—it was quite an amusing sight.

"If Chiba-kun trusts me, I'll do my best to give you a stylish cut." Fumika said, feeling a sense of responsibility.

After all, a hairstyle played a huge role in shaping a person's image.

And the truth was, Shuichi was actually quite good-looking, yet he had remained almost invisible at school.

The main culprit was undoubtedly his hardcore otaku tendencies, but a close second was the terrible hairstyle his previous self had been sporting.

Only after that came issues like personality, social skills, athleticism, and academics.

"Don't be so nervous, Fumika-san. Just a casual trim is fine. If you make me too handsome, aren't you worried I'll start attracting the attention of schoolgirls?" Shuichi joked with a grin.

Fumika pressed her lips together and smiled softly. "I never planned to keep you tied down forever, Chiba-kun. You're still so young—you can't just spend all your time… um, playing games with a woman like me."

"Huh? Is the lady of the house planning to abandon me? After taking my first time, you're already tired of me?" Shuichi teased mischievously.

"That's not true! If anything, I wish I could spend every moment sticking to you." Fumika quickly clarified.

"Same here. If you try to run, I won't allow it," Shuichi said, grinning. "Besides, you should know my preferences by now. Compared to innocent little schoolgirls, I definitely prefer you."

As he spoke, his hand gave Sayuki's thigh a playful squeeze. The silky smooth texture made it nearly impossible to get a good grip.

Hearing that all-too-familiar line, Sayuki finally couldn't hold back. She lifted her foot and kicked backward—her heel landing squarely against Shuichi's chest.

Shuichi grabbed the restless foot with a bit of irritation and pressed firmly into the arch twice. The sudden pressure made Sayuki let out an uncontrollable, muffled groan.

"Not so hard!" Sayuki protested, the intense soreness making her instinctively speak up.

"Oh, sorry, I got a little distracted." Shuichi said, gently running his fingers over the smooth top of her foot.

That only made Sayuki feel even more ticklish.

Fumika, her cheeks flushed, gazed at him with warm affection in her eyes. "As long as you don't grow tired of me, I'll always stay by your side.

After the haircut, let me do some facial care for you, too. I'd love to see an even more handsome version of Chiba-kun."

Shuichi couldn't help but feel a stir in his heart at those words. Letting go of Sayuki's foot, he stood up and pulled Fumika into his arms, sealing her lips with his own.

Fumika responded by wrapping her arms around his neck, the two of them kissing passionately as if no one else existed. Their hands, too, started to wander.

Sayuki, watching this unfold, felt veins popping in her forehead.

Are you two seriously not even considering my presence?! No—at this point, you're not even treating me like a human anymore!

Sis, why is your hand on his belt?! Are you really planning to do that right in front of me?!

Feeling utterly ignored, Sayuki cleared her throat loudly as a reminder.

Fumika immediately snapped back to reality, quickly releasing Shuichi with a flushed face. "J-just… hold on a little longer, Chiba-kun…"

Shuichi licked his lips as if savoring the moment and casually withdrew his hand from Fumika's back. Then, as if nothing had happened, he turned his attention to Sayuki, still lying there.

"By the way, Sayuki-san, what made you suddenly decide to get an essential oil spa today?"

"She used to do it for me all the time." Sayuki replied moodily.

She didn't say it outright, but Shuichi understood—Fumika's time and energy were now completely taken up by him. After massaging him every day, she barely had any strength left to take care of her sister.

"I see. Looks like this is my fault, then. How about from now on, the two of us give Sayuki-san an essential oil spa together? That way, you won't be upset anymore, right?"

As he spoke, Shuichi moved to the foot of the bed again and picked up her other foot, kneading it gently.

Sayuki's eyelid twitched. There's going to be a next time?!

Fumika quickly picked up the pace with her massage, trying to smooth things over. "It has been a while since I last gave Sayuki a massage. And also, Fujiwara-san mentioned earlier that the spa treatments have improved a lot lately, so I wanted Sayuki to test it out."

"Oh?" Shuichi raised an eyebrow slightly.

A 70%... no, now it's up to 80% boost—that was already quite a substantial improvement. It was only a matter of time before someone noticed.

But for this Fujiwara-san to pick up on it in just four days since the salon opened… She was quite sharp.

"Yeah… mm… I can definitely feel it. Onee-chan's technique has improved—a lot more comfortable than before." Sayuki murmured, her words mixed with muffled groans as she lay on the bed, being massaged by both of them.

"As for the skincare effects, I'm not sure yet. I'll take a good look in the mirror after the massage."

Sayuki had barely finished speaking when Fumika beamed and said, "It's all thanks to Chiba-kun! Fujiwara-san mentioned that the salon's renovation is quite impressive—it can influence people's perception and help them relax, which is why the massage feels so much better."

Shuichi knew that while the salon's atmosphere might contribute a little, the real reason was the shop bonus at work. But he had no intention of explaining—let them guess all they wanted.

He simply smiled and said, "Oh? So my contribution is in the renovations? I thought it was my Fumika-san's improved technique that made the difference."

His teasing words instantly turned Fumika's face bright red, while Sayuki couldn't help but click her tongue in annoyance.

"Enough already. It's time to massage the front—aren't you leaving?"

Shuichi was tempted to stay and watch, but he knew it wasn't the right time yet. Before getting up, he gave Sayuki's foot a firm squeeze one last time, then finally stood and stepped away.

"Then I'll go take a bath now. By the time I'm done, you two should be finished, right?"

"Huh? Chiba-kun… you're not going to wait for me… to help scrub your back?" Fumika asked, her face flushing red.

"We still have the haircut and everything afterward. And just sitting around waiting is kind of boring, so I might as well do something productive." Shuichi winked playfully before heading straight into the bathroom.

The bathroom had just been used recently, and Fumika hadn't had time to clean up yet. In the changing area by the entrance, a laundry basket still held the clothes Sayuki had taken off.

Including her underwear.

Shuichi, however, didn't do anything.

After all, he had already touched her legs, played with her feet, and even experienced the dexterity of her slender hands. At this point, a mere piece of lingerie wasn't enough to get him excited.

Still… he was curious about her usual style.

With that thought, Shuichi reached into the basket, lifting the yoga outfit on top to reveal what was underneath.

Hmm…

Seamless, sporty type.

He stared at the light pink panties, a bit surprised. So plain and conservative…

Sayuki-san, who talks so boldly and shamelessly, actually wears something this modest in private?!

What a disappointment!

…But then again, it wasn't necessarily a hard rule. She practically lived in the gym, and sports underwear was definitely more comfortable for that.

There was always the chance that her wardrobe held something much more interesting.

Since there was nothing particularly exciting to see, Shuichi didn't waste any more time. He quickly undressed, tossed his clothes into the basket, and stepped into the shower.

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Meanwhile, in the massage room, Sayuki suddenly had a realization.

Wait.

All my clothes are in the bathroom.

Her heart skipped a beat.

That damn pervert… could he have gone in there just for that?!

After all, she'd been feeding him her sister's stockings like snacks—was this finally karma coming back to bite her?

For some reason, an absurdly vivid image popped into her mind.

A scene of a certain shameless young man… enjoying himself with a very special side dish in hand.

She pictured Shuichi in the bathroom, standing by the basket where she kept her things. His fingers brushed over the delicate lace of her favorite black panties, the ones she'd worn just today. In her mind's eye, he hesitated, then lifted them to his face, inhaling deeply, a low groan escaping his throat as the scent of her filled his senses. Sayuki's breath hitched at the thought, a flush creeping up her neck.

She imagined him leaning against the wall. His hand slid down his chest, past the waistband of his jeans, unbuttoning them with a slow, deliberate tug. The panties—her panties—were still clutched in his other hand, the fabric crumpled against his palm. She could almost see the tension in his jaw, the way his eyes fluttered shut as he wrapped the lace around his hardening length. A shudder ran through her as she pictured it: Shuichi stroking himself, the soft friction of her undergarments against his skin driving him wild, his breaths growing ragged.

In her fantasy, he muttered her name—"Sayuki"—low and desperate, his voice rough with need. The thought sent a jolt through her, her thighs pressing together instinctively. She could see the muscles in his arm flexing, the rhythm of his hand quickening as he lost himself in the act, the black lace stark against his flushed skin. Her mind painted every detail: the way his head tipped back, the sweat beading on his brow, the choked sound he'd make as he spilled over the edge, her scent and the feel of her panties pushing him there.

Sayuki's eyes snapped open, her chest rising and falling faster than before. The room was still quiet, but her pulse thundered in her ears. She swallowed hard, a mix of shame and thrill twisting in her gut. It was just a thought—Shuichi would never know—but the heat it left behind was all too real.

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