Starting Tokyo Life From Inheriting A Shopping Street

The most sensitive areas on a person's body, where itching tends to be most intense, are the neck, armpits, sides, waist, abdomen, groin, inner thighs, and soles of the feet. These places are highly responsive to external stimuli.

To properly punish her for teasing him so skillfully, Shuichi didn't spare any of these areas.

In fact, he explored even more than those.

After several minutes, Fumika's face was flushed bright red, her eyes clouded with a mist of moisture. Her clothes were disheveled, and she sat on the floor, laughing and gasping for breath as she begged for mercy.

"Shu—Shuichi-kun... please let me go, I was wrong, I won't tease you anymore..."

"That's not possible. My hands are still a bit cold. I need you to warm them up for me," Shuichi said, wrapping his arms around her from behind. He moved his hands towards her big boobs and grabbed them with both of his hands. Each one of her boobs in his hand.

"Mm... no..." Fumika whimpered, pleading, "Please... can we shower first? I've been so busy today, and I'm sweating..."

"Then we have to do it together. Otherwise, you might as well stop resisting." Shuichi said, pressing his cheek against hers, inhaling her aroused scent.

"Mm..." Fukaka Ogawa's eyes quickly became hazy, as she rubbed her face against his. "Chiba-kun, anything you want... everything... take it..."

"That sounds like something I should be saying, considering it's my first time too. It looks like you're making a big profit, my dear." Shuichi said mischievously.

"Mm... I'll guide you well, Chiba-kun..." Fumika suddenly felt the weight of the responsibility and said seriously.

Chiba-kun has given me so many firsts, I must make sure to leave him with beautiful memories!

"Then... shall we go to the bathroom first?" Shuichi stood up and extended his hand to her.

Fumika tilted her head back, her eyes shimmering with a watery gleam, and gently placed her hand in his palm.

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On the other side, Sayuki Ogawa looked at the empty shop being filled with various equipment, wiping the sweat from her forehead, feeling a sense of satisfaction.

From now on, she'll be working and living here with her sister, and so far, everything seems to be going smoothly.

And that slippery little man across the street, once the shop opens in a couple of days, I'll have a good time making him pay.

Hmph, with such a big appetite, he'll have to pay the price, won't he?

She pulled out a special VIP gym card from her pocket, one that was valid for life, and toyed with it.

"Sis, why don't you go check your shop again? If there are no issues, we can start getting ready tomorrow..."

Saying this, Sayuki Ogawa glanced around, but didn't see her sister.

"Sis?"

Sayuki Ogawa furrowed her brows slightly, then thought of something. She took out her phone and checked the time.

It was already past five. Well, no need to search any further, she must have sneaked off to the little man's place.

Sayuki Ogawa clenched her teeth in irritation. Was she really that impatient? If she had just told me, I wouldn't have been able to stop her, would I?

If it weren't for me pushing things forward, with my sister's shy personality, who knows how long it would have taken for her to hook up with him!

Uh…

Maybe... that little man is no ordinary guy; he's clearly skilled at seducing my sister.

"These two heartless people... Here I am, exhausted to death, and you two are having fun..."

Sayuki Ogawa grumbled in displeasure, pulling out her phone to call her sister.

However...

No one answered.

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"Do you know where this button came from, Fumika-san?"

At this moment, Shuichi was standing at the bathroom door, smiling as he pointed at the second button on his shirt, looking at Fumika.

Fumika leaned in a little closer, looked carefully, and shook her head in confusion, not understanding why he suddenly brought this up.

Shuichi moved closer to her ear, "Do you remember when we first met? You were going upstairs, and your stockings got torn. You hurriedly tried to cover it with your hands, and as a result, the button on your shirt flew off..."

As he spoke, his finger lightly traced across Fumika's thigh.

Her ear itched, her thigh itched, and her heart itched even more.

Fumika couldn't help but feel a bit stunned, her lips slightly parted, "So, this is...?"

"That's right." Shuichi revealed a charming smile, "I replaced the original button with this one. This way, it feels like Fumika-san is always by my side..."

Fumika immediately covered her mouth, feeling overwhelmed with emotion. Having once been a student herself, she naturally understood the significance of the second button.

It was the button closest to the heart.

"Chiba-kun..." Fumika could no longer contain herself. She suddenly threw her arms around Shuichi and kissed him.

After a long while, she released him.

"Chiba-kun, can I have the button you replaced?" Fumika bit her lip, looking at him with anticipation.

Shuichi chuckled and replied, "It's no problem, but... if it's for you, Fumika-san, it might easily fly off and get lost, wouldn't it?"

Fumika's face immediately turned red with embarrassment, but she still insisted, "I... I promise I will keep it safe, I won't lose it!"

"There's no need to be so formal," Shuichi said with a smile. "If you want it, you can take it later. But... I didn't sew it very well. Could you help me fix it?"

As he spoke, Shuichi took off his shirt and handed it to Fumika.

Fumika took the shirt, holding it in her arms and nodding firmly. "Leave it to me."

"In exchange... how about you let me handle your clothes?" Shuichi winked and reached for the button at the collar of Fumika's shirt.

"Mm..." Fumika was clearly nervous. Although she had prepared herself mentally, when it came down to it, she couldn't help but shiver.

Shuichi gazed into her eyes, his fingers skillfully undoing the first button.

Then the second button…

It was a bit difficult; it was pulled very tight.

After a moment's struggle, Shuichi finally overcame the challenge. The shirt suddenly shook, then parted to either side.

A hint of black lace immediately came into view.

Fumika couldn't help but let out a soft moan, placing her hands on her waist and tightly gripping Shuichi's shirt, doing her best not to interfere with his movements.

Her gaze remained fixated on Shuichi's Adam's apple and collarbone.

It really looks beautiful…

When Fumika saw Shuichi's Adam's apple move slightly, her heart leaped with joy. How wonderful—it felt like Chiba-kun liked the way I look.

One by one, the buttons were undone, and Shuichi thought this was far more enjoyable than opening a package.

Fumika turned around as if to help him take off the shirt.

Shuichi looked at the contrasting black and white scene before him, feeling extremely thirsty, wanting to eat her now.

"How did you manage this, Fumika-san?"

"What... what?" Fumika resisted the urge to cover herself, looking confused as she asked in return.

"There's not a single flaw, not even a mole."

Shuichi's hand rested on Fumika's smooth, white shoulder, gently rubbing it. His touch felt cool.

"This feels so unreal, like I'm dreaming. How could anyone have such perfect skin?"

Fumika, flustered by his compliments, answered honestly, "Well, there are some."

"What is it?"

"A mole... there's a red one..."

"Where? I don't see it," Shuichi asked, clearly intrigued.

Fumika hesitated for a moment, then softly replied, "It's near the lower edge of the left rib cage..."

"Oh? No wonder I didn't notice it right away. It's been covered." Shuichi raised an eyebrow at her words. "Looks like I'll have to take a closer look."

"Chiba-kun..." Fumika was both amused and helpless. "Why are you so interested in this kind of thing?"

"Why wouldn't I be? Knowing these things means I'm thoroughly familiar with Fumika-san's body, doesn't it?"

Shuichi squatted down, tilting his head, carefully searching for it.

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