Starting a New Life in Tokyo by Inheriting a Shopping Street [24]

After throwing together a casual breakfast, Chiba Shuuichi didn’t have to wait long—Ogawa Fumika showed up at his door all on her own.

He’d just been about to send her a message, so her appearance caught him pleasantly off guard. Given how shy she was, he’d thought yesterday’s events might leave her too embarrassed to face him for a while. For her to take the initiative and come over like this—it was honestly rare.

“I was just wondering if Fumika-neesan would come by today. I’m so glad you did.”

Chiba gently took her hand and played with it, holding it in his own and tracing gentle circles with his thumb.

Her delicate, boneless hand was smooth and fragrant, so much smaller and cooler than his own—he couldn’t get enough of the feeling.

Fumika had no resistance to this kind of attention. She simply let him toy with her hand as he pleased.

“About yesterday… I’m sorry. I looked things up online afterward and, well, they said if someone’s had a bad experience with… that kind of thing, it can leave a psychological scar and even cause certain illnesses. Chiba-kun, you’re not having any problems, are you?”

Hearing that, Chiba blinked, then leaned in close to her ear and whispered:

“If you’re worried, Fumika-neesan should probably check for herself, right? And as for yesterday’s treatment, I’m afraid it might need to be ongoing to really work. I’ll have to trouble you again in the future.”

Fumika ducked her head, unable to meet his gaze, answering so softly it was barely more than a hum. “Mm…”

In truth, she was eager for that treatment herself. After so long without, she was more than ready—the hazy, dizzying feeling left her longing for more. She’d become addicted to those moments, lying side by side and gazing at each other, wrapped in gentle warmth.

And as for the “checkup,” since it was her own clumsiness that had led to it, she couldn’t exactly refuse.

Leading Fumika upstairs into the bedroom, Chiba didn’t bother with any pretense or massage this time—he simply pulled her to sit in his lap.

Though she was still a little shy, it was nothing compared to yesterday. After a moment’s hesitation, Fumika settled into his arms.

Cradling her soft, fragrant body, Chiba buried his face in the crook of her neck, taking a long, deep breath.

“Ch-Chiba-kun, that tickles…” Fumika’s legs twisted together, her cheeks burning as she shrank her neck away from him.

“I dreamed about you last night, Fumika-neesan. But when I woke up, I was all alone in an empty bed. For some reason, it felt really lonely.”

Chiba held her tighter. “Thinking back, I guess I haven’t had anyone to hold since I was much younger. After hugging you yesterday, I remembered how warm it feels, and now I can’t get enough.”

Can’t get enough…

Fumika was completely swept up by his words, her eyes turning dewy and unfocused, her body melting further into his arms.

“Chiba-kun… living alone must get really lonely, huh? From now on, I’ll keep you company…”

“If I could, I’d want to hold you like this forever. Fumika-neesan is so soft, it’s the most comfortable feeling,” Chiba murmured, pressing a kiss to her delicate earlobe.

She let out a soft, helpless whimper.

“Sh-should we continue the treatment?” Fumika, overwhelmed, finally couldn’t help but speak up, practically begging for it.

And it wasn’t just words. She shifted, actively seeking out his lips.

The two of them quickly lost themselves in each other…

“Mm…” Overcome with feeling, Fumika suddenly noticed Chiba’s hands getting bolder.

Not content with her waist and thighs, he’d moved further, and even her pencil skirt was no longer enough of a barrier.

But at least he wasn’t as mischievous as Sayuki—she wasn’t worried about being found out. He only explored upward, and she let him do as he liked.

Nervous, Fumika twisted her legs together.

Chiba had no choice but to pause the kiss.

Panting softly, her cheeks flushed and eyes unfocused, Fumika stared at him in confusion—she looked utterly bewitching.

“W-what’s wrong?”

“If you keep moving, I’m really going to embarrass myself right here,” Chiba said with a wry smile.

“Ch-Chiba-kun… do you need a checkup?” The delayed realization left Fumika’s face as red as a ripe apple. The heat radiating from her made her feel like she might melt.

I know these words are shameless, but I can’t help saying them… Where are they even coming from?

“No need to rush. You can take it slow, Fumika-neesan. Honestly, just holding you and chatting like this already feels really nice.”

Chiba let her rest her head on his shoulder, cheek to cheek, gently stroking her silky hair to calm her down.

Otherwise, he really was worried she’d pass out from lack of air.

“Mm…” Fumika closed her eyes, enjoying his gentle touch.

“By the way, Sayuki-neesan didn’t come by with a gift this morning—was she too busy? Or is she mad because I’m taking up all your time?” Chiba asked, voicing his curiosity.

“No, Sayuki doesn’t dislike you at all. It’s just… I didn’t let her bring anything today,” Fumika admitted, clearly embarrassed.

“Why?” Chiba pressed with a teasing smile.

Unable to dodge, Fumika stammered, “Yesterday’s stockings got dirty… You can’t just give someone something like that…”

“I see… That’s kind of a shame,” Chiba said, sounding genuinely disappointed.

“Chiba-kun, do you really like getting that kind of… gift?” Fumika couldn’t help but ask.

“If it’s from you, Fumika-neesan, then of course I do. I keep all your gifts safe in my closet,” Chiba said, nodding toward the wardrobe by the bed.

Following his gaze, Fumika couldn’t help but picture the scene in her mind—a young man using her worn stockings as a drinking snack.

The thought alone left her breath coming faster and faster.

“Ah—” Chiba sucked in a sharp breath.

“S-sorry…” Fumika was startled.

“It’s nothing. Just—if something happens now, you can’t laugh at me, okay? It’s your fault for being too irresistible,” Chiba managed, barely holding it together and trying to warn her in advance.

This mood, this fragrance, this soft, warm body—what man could possibly resist?

“Is it uncomfortable? Should I move?” Fumika tensed up, afraid to shift another inch.

“It’s not that bad. Honestly, I just don’t want to let go. Holding you like this feels so good,” Chiba said, tightening his arms around her.

Held so tightly by this sweet, “sickly” young man, Fumika felt her brain all but shut down—she wanted nothing more than to give him everything, right now.

“Um… Last night, besides looking up that issue, I also… learned a little technique. Do you want to try it, Chiba-kun?”

She even studied new techniques on her own!

Chiba was definitely interested. “What technique?”

“It’s… well…” Fumika, this time deliberately, shifted her legs. “There’s this method called ‘su…’ Have you heard of it, Chiba-kun?”

“Hm? Tell me more.” This was actually a blind spot in Chiba’s knowledge.

“It’s kind of like what we’re doing now. You just need to… a little bit…”

Fumika’s face was crimson, as if every word took all the courage she had left.

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T/N: NOOO NOT THE CLIFFHANGER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hmm should i sell my stockings...? would someone pay alot for that

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