Starting Tokyo Life From Inheriting A Shopping Street

Fumika Ogawa had gone to the restroom to change her stockings and panty, feeling a wave of relief as the dry, comfortable fabric replaced the sticky discomfort from earlier. Yet, a deep sense of embarrassment lingered—it was truly mortifying to have to step away for such a reason.

Clutching her handbag, she quietly returned to the theater and slipped back into her seat beside Shuichi Chiba. The joy in her heart swelled again as she settled in.

If only this moment could last forever…

As this thought crossed her mind, she glanced at Shuichi's shadowy profile in the dim light. Her lips pressed together as she recalled the earlier, intoxicating moment. She wanted more, unable to shake the memory of how wonderful it had felt.

However, she soon noticed something odd. Shuichi seemed to be holding his hand over his mouth, occasionally sucking in a sharp breath.

"Chiba-kun? What's wrong?" Fumika whispered softly, concern evident in her voice.

Shuichi managed a faint, wry smile. "It… hurts a little."

Fumika froze for a moment, her cheeks flushing as the realization dawned on her. Could it be… swollen? She vividly recalled how engrossed she had been earlier and suddenly felt self-conscious.

"I-I'm sorry…" She stammered, trying to suppress her embarrassment as she offered an apology.

"No, no, this isn't Fumika-san's fault," Shuichi replied quickly, though his left hand stealthily reached over and gave the "culprit," Sayuki Ogawa, a firm squeeze on her thigh.

Sayuki, unwilling to back down, retaliated by pinching Shuichi's thigh just as hard.

Their silent contest escalated as they exchanged squeezes and pinches, neither willing to be the first to make a sound and risking the embarrassment of drawing Fumika's attention.

Shuichi Chiba suddenly felt a pang of regret. He really shouldn't have expressed envy earlier about Sayuki Ogawa's ability to tease her sister, Fumika. Sayuki's grip strength was no joke—he was clearly outmatched for now.

Trying to distract himself from the contest, Shuichi opened his system interface and checked the latest updates from the "System" feature.

[Tamako Akiyama, Sense of Belonging: 60]

[Ogawa Fumika, Sense of Belonging: 50]

[Ogawa Sayuki, Sense of Belonging: 40]

[Current Monthly Salary: ¥1,600,000]

Looking at the numbers, a sense of accomplishment surged within him. All his hard work over the past few days was paying off.

Success truly favors the diligent, he thought smugly.

While lost in his system analysis, Shuichi suddenly felt his right hand being taken. Startled, he looked down to find Fumika Ogawa guiding his hand toward her "absolute territory," the tantalizing area where her thighs met the hem of her skirt.

"Since we can't… kiss anymore, we could… do something else as compensation," Fumika whispered, her voice trembling slightly. Her cheeks burned as she added hurriedly, "But don't… tease me too much, okay?"

"What counts as 'too much,' Fumika-san? Could you explain that to me?" Shuichi asked playfully.

He hooked his finger around the garter strap of her stockings and let it snap back against the soft flesh of her thigh with a crisp snap sound.

The impact left a pink mark on her alabaster skin, which was so tender that it reddened almost instantly.

"Mm…" Fumika bit her lip, holding back a sound. She couldn't bring herself to speak further, especially with her sister sitting right there. If it were just the two of them, she might have been able to articulate her feelings. But with Sayuki present, embarrassment swirled through her, heightening the thrill of their subtle, secret actions.

And precisely because her sister was still nearby, the forbidden aspect of their covert play made her heart race even more.

Shuichi Chiba, fully engaged in juggling his mischievous actions between the two sisters, suddenly heard a loud, high-pitched cry from the row ahead and to the right.

The sound startled all three of them, causing their covert antics to come to an abrupt halt as they instinctively turned to look.

In the dim light of the screen, two shadowy figures could be seen moving—a flickering silhouette reminiscent of a scene lit by candlelight. Although the exact details were obscured, the peculiar motions, combined with the earlier cry, left little to the imagination about what was happening.

Fumika Ogawa clapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes widening in shock as she pressed her knees tightly together. "T-That's way too bold! Aren't they worried about being seen?"

"They probably want to be seen. It only makes things more exciting for them, doesn't it? Besides, no one can really see their faces," Shuichi replied, his voice low and matter-of-fact.

While Shuichi felt that the couple's overt display was crossing a line, he acknowledged a certain... human curiosity. Small, discreet mischief could be fun, but this kind of flagrant behavior? It wasn't something he could accept, and he doubted the two women beside him could, either.

But… as for Sayuki Ogawa, her reaction was harder to predict.

"You two aren't much better," Sayuki suddenly quipped, her voice tinged with irony. "Making out right in front of me like that—exciting, isn't it?"

Fumika let out a soft, embarrassed whimper, burying her flushed face in her chest. She had no counterargument.

And as if inspired by the audacity of that bold couple, the other pairs in the theater seemed to lose their inhibitions as well, becoming even more uninhibited in their actions.

At this point, if a single person happened to wander into the theater, they'd likely suffer an instant morale-shattering blow from the overwhelming spectacle of romance in the air.

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By the time the movie ended, it was safe to say that no one in the theater had any idea what the film was actually about. However, as the audience exited the theatre, almost every single person had a look of utter satisfaction on their faces.

Naturally, this sentiment was reflected in the glowing reviews left on various rating sites:

[Full marks, no explanation needed.]

[I have no idea what the movie was about, but the atmosphere in the theater was amazing. I loved it.]

[Highly recommend for young couples—it's bound to deepen your relationship.]

[Same as above.]

Shuichi Chiba smirked as he typed the simple phrase "Same as above" into his own review, then watched as the Ogawa sisters departed. Once they were out of sight, he turned and headed back to the shopping street alone.

As he walked, Shuichi absently licked his lips, which still stung faintly from where they had been bitten. There was a lingering sweetness, though he couldn't tell whether it came from Fumika or Sayuki. Not that it mattered—why bother sorting out such details when the overall experience was what counted?

Passing the management office, he paused briefly outside a familiar ramen shop, only to find its shutters drawn and lights off. It had already closed for the night.

Shuichi Chiba, noticing the ramen shop had already closed, recalled seeing the store's business hours on the flyer that morning—open from 11 a.m. to 8 p.m., with a one-hour break at 3 p.m.

Entering the shop, he sat down at the counter and found Mrs. Akiyama was being pampered by her younger daughter, who was massaging her shoulders.

"How was the first day? Did business go well?" Shuichi asked, grinning as he looked at the scene.

Mrs. Akiyama let out a theatrical sigh, "Too well! So much so that my arms feel like they're going to fall off. I haven't worked this hard in ages."

"Mom, stop slacking! It's your turn to massage my shoulders now!" An Akiyama huffed, puffing out her cheeks as she lightly pushed her mother.

An, after finishing her club activities and preparations for the sports festival, had rushed back to help as the shop's poster girl. She'd been busy all evening and had only just gotten a break after closing time.

"An, you're the one slacking! We agreed on five minutes, and there's still half a minute left!" Mrs. Akiyama retorted childishly, her tone matching her daughter's as the two began bickering.

Watching the antics, Tsuki Akiyama rolled her eyes and focused on balancing the day's ledger. But something caught her attention, prompting her to glance toward Shuichi.

"This is odd," She said thoughtfully.

"Oh? What's odd? Surely not odder than you, Madam President," Shuichi teased, his smile mischievous.

Tsuki gave him a sidelong glare. "I'm talking about the promotional response. The ratio of customers to the flyers distributed is unusually high."

"And what conclusion has our brilliant Madam President drawn?" Shuichi leaned in, smirking, and discreetly grabbing her ass.

Exhausted from the day, Tsuki stiffened at the sudden sensation, her body shivering with an involuntary rush of pleasure. She barely managed to steady herself by gripping the table.

"Co-Conclusion…" She stammered, biting her lip as she forced herself to focus. "The flyers distributed must… hngh… be more than what we planned yesterday, or there must… mmm… be other promotional channels used."

"As expected of Madam President, always so sharp."

Shuichi chuckled and leaned closer, pressing his lips to her ear and whispering softly, "You've worked hard today, Tsuki. Consider this your reward."

Tsuki, her cheeks flushed, whispered back while glancing at her bickering mother and sister to ensure they weren't paying attention, "Not enough… Still not enough…"

"Oh? What more do you want?" Shuichi asked, his hand sliding down to her thigh for a playful squeeze.

Tsuki's breath hitched. Her soft lips parted as she murmured huskily, "Tomorrow… the cat… you demanded this before, didn't you…"

Her words, though fragmented, were enough to stir Shuichi's spirits to a fever pitch.

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