Starting a New Life in Tokyo by Inheriting a Shopping Street [2]

The woman in front of him had a figure so outrageously voluptuous it practically broke the rules of physics. Her fitted blazer was struggling to do its job, pushed to the sides by the sheer volume underneath. The white blouse she wore beneath it was pulled taut, rising steeply over her chest.

The second button at her collar looked like it was on the verge of snapping—tensed like it was crying out in despair.

Her waist, in contrast, appeared unbelievably slender, almost worryingly so. Yet further down, her hips curved out in a dramatic arc beneath a form-fitting pencil skirt, conjuring images of ripe peaches.

Her full thighs were wrapped in sheer black stockings, gently rubbing together with a hint of nervous tension.

Chiba Shuuichi stared for a moment, stunned, then quickly dragged his gaze upward—only to meet a pair of watery, peach-blossom eyes staring right at him.

He opened his mouth to apologize—after all, it had been his own lapse in manners—but the woman quickly averted her gaze first, lowering her head timidly.

Why does she seem so easy to bully…?

Chiba mentally shoved that dangerous thought away and softened his expression with a polite smile.

“I’m the manager here. And you are…?”

“Ogawa!” The curvaceous woman flinched as if startled. “I’m Ogawa Fumika…”

Chiba gave a small nod. “Please have a seat, Ogawa-san. I’m going to change out of these clothes first—meeting like this is a bit too unprofessional.”

“Oh! Of course, please take your time, Chiba-san.” Ogawa Fumika hurriedly replied, watching him head upstairs before letting out a breath of relief.

Then she pressed one hand to her chest, the other to her thigh, as though she could still feel the lingering heat of his gaze.

Upstairs, Chiba unlocked the door to the second floor—an extra precaution since the downstairs was for business and frequently left open. Once inside, he entered the bedroom and quickly pulled open the wardrobe to change into his formal work suit.

With a baby face like his, if he didn’t dress the part, no one would take him seriously.

Still, after buttoning up and catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror, Chiba couldn’t help but sigh.

“I look like a sickly, fragile pretty boy…”

Not much he could do about it. The body’s previous owner had been a shut-in who hated exercise, had terrible sleep habits, and lived on junk food. Even after over a month of healthier living, he still looked far from robust.

No time to dwell. Thinking of the fiery figure downstairs—so bold in appearance, yet timid like a rabbit—Chiba picked up his pace.

But when he returned to the first floor, he was met with another surprise. Standing beside Ogawa Fumika was a second woman—dressed in a skimpy, summery outfit and exuding a bold, older-sister aura.

The key detail: their faces were nearly identical.

Twins, clearly.

And just like her sister, this one had a certain... standout feature: her defined abs.

She wore a tight-fitting yoga top that hugged her chest snugly, leaving her toned midriff bare. The smooth, sculpted lines of her abs immediately drew the eye. An open jacket was thrown casually over her shoulders, while a pair of ultra-short denim shorts showcased her long, athletic legs.

“Is he the manager here?” Ogawa Sayuki folded her arms beneath her chest, puffing it up even more as she addressed her sister.

Chiba nodded to himself inwardly. Thought so—they’re sisters. But aside from their identical faces, the two couldn’t be more different. Their expressions, eyes, outfits, and auras were completely distinct.

Even their figures, while both stunning, diverged in emphasis: one was a graceful, gentle type, the other a muscular, sporty powerhouse.

“Yes, this is Chiba-san,” Fumika said, nodding eagerly.

“Got it.” Sayuki turned to him. “Can you show us the available shop spaces?”

Compared to her sister, Sayuki was clearly the dominant one.

Chiba didn’t mind. In any line of work, especially when dealing with people, you meet all types.

Mostly the "types" are sexy, he added silently.

He invited them to sit, then began rummaging through a drawer in the desk as he spoke.

“There are 49 shop units on the street. Thirteen are currently vacant. What kind of business are you planning to run, and how much space do you need?”

“A women’s beauty salon.” Fumika didn’t speak up—just stood silently by, leaving everything to her sister.

Chiba immediately understood who was calling the shots. “Then it can’t be too small. You’ll need at least a hundred square meters across two floors...”

He pulled out a few listings that fit their needs. Sayuki quickly found one she liked and looked up. “Can we go see it now?”

“Of course,” Chiba replied, standing to lead them out.

The shop they were interested in was just across the street, and the three of them arrived in moments.

They toured the first floor. Fumika was visibly interested, but she didn’t say a word—just stayed close behind her sister, waiting for her decision.

“The second floor’s a bit smaller,” Chiba said as he led them up the stairs. “But it can be used for living space or extra services. It really depends on how you plan to divide things.”

The staircase was steep—common in older Japanese buildings.

Chiba glanced back, worried that the two women in heels might stumble. When they reached the second floor, he stood by the top of the stairs to ensure their safety.

Sayuki climbed like it was nothing—athletic reflexes, after all. But Fumika had a harder time.

Carefully gripping the railing, she tried her best to maintain her balance. Seeing Chiba waiting for her, she grew flustered and tried to hurry, hoping not to inconvenience him.

Rip—

A sharp sound made Chiba look down instinctively, and he quickly located the source.

A small tear had appeared in Fumika’s stocking—apparently caught on the zipper of her handbag.

Her creamy, full thigh peeked out from the torn fabric, boldly framed by the black of her stockings and skirt. Impossible not to notice.

“Ah—!”

Fumika let out a startled cry and immediately tugged down her skirt, trying to hide the tear.

But in doing so, she moved too fast—and that long-strained button on her blouse finally gave way and popped off.

Chiba saw something fly toward him and reflexively caught it.

The moment the button hit his palm, he looked up—only to be ensnared by the deep valley exposed at the top of the stairs.

Fumika was still two steps from the top, and from his higher vantage point, Chiba had an unobstructed, panoramic view.

He who gazes into the abyss… finds the abyss gazing back.

Panicked, Fumika reached to cover her chest with one hand. But her skirt was too short, her blouse too open, and her hands not nearly enough.

Frozen in place, her ears flushed red, her tearful eyes looked pleadingly toward her sister.

Sayuki had been inspecting the second floor and only turned around when she heard her sister’s yelp. Catching the SOS signal in her gaze, she rushed over to intervene.

The stairwell was narrow, and Chiba and Fumika were standing close. As Sayuki wedged herself between them, some physical contact was inevitable.

Chiba felt something soft brush his chest, then was firmly pressed back against the wall.

“What exactly did you see just now?” Sayuki asked, one hand on the wall beside him, the other on his shoulder. Her peach-blossom eyes narrowed.

Her tone was anything but gentle—but somehow, her look still felt a little seductive.

Despite being cornered by a sultry onee-san type, Chiba wasn’t particularly flustered. Even the faint fragrance she wore couldn’t shake his nerves.

Glancing at her abs, he had the distinct impression that one wrong answer could spell disaster.

He could only smile wryly and reply, “I heard a cry. Of course I had to check what happened. If someone got hurt here, as the manager, I couldn’t just ignore it…”

Given how fast everything had happened, the excuse wasn’t even a stretch.

Sayuki stared at him for a beat, then relented with a small huff. “I suppose that’s fair. But next time, try not to let it look so suspicious. And for the record—my sister’s an easy target. I’m not.”

Chiba’s thoughts went into overdrive. Wait—did you just say "next time"? Does that mean your sister regularly rips her stockings and pops buttons?!

Also... you really are easy to bully, aren’t you, Ogawa-san…

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T/N: wait did i just pick up an... eroge?

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