Starting Tokyo Life From Inheriting A Shopping Street

Chapter 119: Chapter 119



"Sayuki? Sayuki?"

Fumika gently patted her sister's shoulder, looking at her curiously. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Huh? No, I'm fine."

Sayuki snapped back to reality. Am I going crazy? What the hell was I just thinking about?!

"Are we done already?"

"Mm-hmm. Do you want me to keep going for a bit longer?"

Fumika hesitated slightly—Chiba-kun would be coming out soon, so if she continued the massage, they might run out of time.

How long was I spacing out just now?

Sayuki's mind was a mess. She had zero desire to continue the massage now—any more, and she might really give herself away.

Without hesitation, she sat up, still wrapped in the towel, grabbed the robe nearby, and quickly threw it over herself.

"No need, I'll head upstairs. As for the skincare results, I'll check later tonight. You go ahead—looks like you can't wait any longer."

"I-It's not that urgent…" Fumika stammered, blushing as she lowered her head.

Urgent or not, there was no fooling Sayuki. As her twin sister, she knew exactly how Fumika was feeling.

After watching Sayuki leave the room, Fumika clutched her chest, wasting no time as she hurried toward the bathroom—if she was fast enough, she might still catch Chiba-kun in time to help dry him off.

But just as she took a few steps, Sayuki—who had already left—suddenly stormed back into the room, startling her.

"S-Sayuki? Did you forget something?"

Sayuki felt a bit awkward herself, but seeing her sister even more flustered actually made her relax. Keeping her expression natural, she said, "Yeah, I forgot my clothes. I'll take them upstairs with me."

"Oh, okay. Go ahead."

Fumika immediately stopped in her tracks, awkwardly pretending nothing had happened as she turned toward the shelf, busying herself with the essential oils.

Sayuki casually walked into the bathroom's changing area.

She hurried over to the laundry basket—on top were Shuichi's freshly discarded clothes.

Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat.

Glancing back, she saw that Fumika was still outside. The door was closed.

She shouldn't be able to see in here…

Besides, she was just grabbing her own clothes—if she happened to touch Chiba-kun's in the process, that was totally reasonable, right?

With that thought, Sayuki relaxed a little.

But when she finally found her clothes and saw that nothing was out of place, she felt… inexplicably disappointed.

Wait.

So that damn pervert really didn't do anything?!

For some reason, that realization annoyed her.

…Should I start buying more mature styles like Onee-chan?

Sayuki didn't waste any time—she quickly grabbed her clothes and hurried out.

Only after confirming that her sister was really gone did Fumika finally rush into the bathroom, barely containing her excitement.

Just in time.

Shuichi had just finished rinsing off, his entire body dripping wet as he turned off the shower. Completely bare, he casually looked toward the door.

He made no effort to cover himself, standing there with a composed, knowing smile.

"Fumika, you were in quite a hurry. Finished with Sayuki-san's massage already?"

Fumika's eyes shamelessly roamed over him, drinking in every detail—just like how Shuichi had once looked at her.

Her gaze traced over Shuichi's subtly defined muscles—unexpectedly, they didn't take away from the delicate, almost fragile charm she had always liked about him.

It was a mix of his still-slender frame and that dangerously deceptive face.

"I couldn't help it… Just thinking about Chiba-kun makes my heart race."

"Oh? Let me hear it, then."

Stepping closer, Shuichi leaned in, tilting his head to the side as if listening.

"Can you hear it?" Fumika asked softly, lips slightly parted, completely unconcerned about her clothes getting wet.

"Hmm… Nope. I might need to bring a stethoscope next time." He smirked playfully.

"Chiba-kun, you always tease me…" Fumika's face flushed red.

Shuichi straightened up, his eyes drifting to her now soaked, nearly see-through outfit.

"So, is Fumika planning to give me another bath?"

"As much as I'd love to… we should cut your hair and do your skincare first." Fumika admitted, her voice dripping with self-awareness. "Otherwise… I might not have the strength after."

After all, every time it ended the same way—completely drained, lying motionless on the bed.

Fumika finished speaking and picked up a dry towel, gently patting Shuichi's hair dry. Then, she grabbed another towel for his face.

Finally, she took a bath towel and carefully wiped down his entire body, making sure not to miss a single spot before wrapping it snugly around his waist.

Admiring her handiwork, Fumika pressed herself against Shuichi's chest, nuzzling his skin with her cheek. Her thighs tangled around his leg.

"Chiba-kun, I can hear your heartbeat perfectly… It's getting faster, you know."

"With such a charming woman clinging to me like this, how could my heart not race?" Shuichi chuckled.

"But… if you keep stalling like this, we really won't get to cut my hair today."

Fumika's face flushed as she quickly stood up, grabbing Shuichi's hand and pulling him toward the door.

"Alright, alright, I'll behave—I'll hold back."

"You don't have to hold back." Shuichi chuckled softly.

"Chiba-kun, don't say things like that… or I really won't be able to control myself." Fumika murmured, her heartbeat pounding in her chest.

"Oh? You mean… you won't be able to resist eating me up?"

That one sentence was like a lit match to a powder keg.

Fumika snapped.

Before she could even think, she spun around in the dressing area and pounced, throwing her arms around Shuichi's neck as she showered his face with hungry kisses.

…Forget about the haircut.

Taking a little extra time wasn't a big deal.

Fumika pressed herself against him, her hands sliding up his wet chest as she pulled him into a kiss. Her lips were soft but insistent, tasting faintly of mint as her tongue brushed against his. Shuichi groaned into her mouth, the heat of her clothed body against his bare skin igniting something primal in him. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer.

The kiss deepened, messy and urgent, tongues tangling as their breaths mingled in the humid air. Fumika's fingers dug into his shoulders, nails scraping lightly against his slick skin as she pressed her hips against his. Shuichi could feel the fabric of her dress brushing against his growing erection, the contrast of her softness and the rough texture driving him wild. He slid his hands down her back, gripping her ass and lifting her slightly, pinning her against the sink.

"Fumika," He murmured against her lips, voice rough with need. She responded by nipping at his lower lip, her hands roaming lower to tease the sensitive skin just above his groin. His cock twitched in response, already hard and aching for her touch. She smirked, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes, her own dark with lust.

Without breaking eye contact, Fumika sank to her knees on the damp floor, her hands trailing down his thighs. Shuichi's breath hitched as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, her grip firm but teasingly slow. She leaned in, her warm breath ghosting over the tip before she flicked her tongue against it, tasting the bead of precum that had already formed. He groaned, hands bracing against the sink as she took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around him as she sucked gently.

"Fuck," Shuichi hissed, his head tipping back as pleasure shot through him. Fumika hummed around him, the vibration making his knees weak as she worked him deeper, her tongue swirling along the underside of his cock. She bobbed her head, taking him in inch by inch, her hands stroking what her mouth couldn't reach. Saliva mixed with the water still clinging to his skin, dripping down his thighs as she set a rhythm that had him trembling.

But he didn't want it to end like this. With a ragged breath, Shuichi reached down, tangling his fingers in her hair and gently pulling her off him. She looked up, lips glistening, a question in her eyes. He didn't answer with words—instead, he hauled her to her feet. His hands fumbled with her dress, yanking it up over her hips as she laughed breathlessly against his mouth.

"Impatient," She teased, but her voice was shaky as he shoved her panties down, letting them pool around her ankles. He lifted her onto the edge of the sink, spreading her thighs wide as he stepped between them. Fumika's breath caught as his fingers brushed against her entrance, finding her already wet and slick. He slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and she moaned, her head falling back against the mirror.

"Shuichi, please." She gasped, hips bucking against his hand. He didn't make her wait. Pulling his fingers free, he lined himself up, the head of his cock nudging against her folds. With one slow, deliberate thrust, he buried himself inside her, groaning at the tight, hot grip of her around him. Fumika whimpered, legs wrapping around his waist as he started to move, each thrust deep and measured.

The bathroom echoed with the sounds of their bodies—wet skin slapping against wet skin, her sharp gasps, his low grunts. Shuichi gripped her hips, pulling her into each thrust, watching as her breasts bounced beneath her dress with every movement. She clawed at his back, nails leaving red trails as she clung to him, her moans growing louder, more desperate.

"Harder," She begged, and he obliged, slamming into her with enough force to make the sink rattle. Her walls clenched around him, drawing him deeper, and he could feel the tension building in his gut. Fumika's hand moving on his back. Her eyes fluttered shut, mouth falling open as she came, a choked cry spilling from her lips as her body shuddered around him.

The sight of her unraveling pushed Shuichi over the edge. With a final, erratic thrust, he buried himself as deep as he could, spilling inside her with a guttural moan. He stood still, pleasure crashing over him in waves as he held her close, their breaths ragged and uneven.

Even though Fumika took her sweet time, delaying things quite a bit, they still managed to finish the haircut and skincare routine since they had plenty of time that evening.

When Shuichi looked in the mirror afterward, even he was shocked.

Just changing his hairstyle made him ridiculously handsome.

He had thought the biggest perks of the beauty salon were skincare and massages—but turns out, getting a haircut was the real game-changer!

No wonder people always said, 'A hairstyle makes up 70-80% of your looks.'

He used to think that was exaggerated, but now? He was a believer.

The original him, with that messy, unkempt long hair, always looked gloomy and withdrawn.

But after he tidied up, opting for a simple, fresh cut, his naturally good features stood out.

…Even Fumika had fallen for it.

Now, Fumika not only picked out the perfect hairstyle for him but also carefully trimmed, straightened, and styled it with wax—the whole process had him dizzy just watching.

Even if her skills were only average, and even if the haircut alone only made him a little more attractive, once it got multiplied by his ridiculous 800% beauty boost, the result was…

Utterly unfair.

He effortlessly shattered the limits of human aesthetics.

On top of that, she did all kinds of facial treatments—moisturizing, hydrating, skincare.

The results weren't as dramatic as the haircut, but honestly?

Shuichi didn't have to do anything.

He just sat there and let her work her magic.

And the final outcome?

The flawlessly styled, ridiculously handsome, cheat-level pretty boy staring back at him in the mirror.

If his fitness gains started showing, paired with consistent skincare for even better skin, and the right outfits…

He'd be a walking hormone bomb—no doubt about it.

At that point, just one look would probably have Fumika gasping for air.

That said, this level of perfection was only possible with meticulous styling, and the effect wouldn't last forever.

After one night's sleep? Messy hair, downgraded handsomeness.

The real goal?

To reach a level where no styling is needed—where no matter the haircut (or even complete neglect), the sheer raw attractiveness still shines through.

Like Ichika Kitagawa—she wasn't quite beyond human limits, but even if she wore a potato sack or shaved her head like a monk, her beauty would still be undeniable.

"Why so quiet, Fumika-chan?" Shuichi flashed an impossibly radiant smile, gazing at the mirror where Fumika stood behind him, completely dazed.

"...Mmm."

Yeah, she was mesmerized.

This—this was the very boy she had dreamed about in her youth.

No, even better than she had ever imagined!

A bright, refreshing smile.

A stunningly handsome face.

Gentle, considerate—yet with just a hint of delicate frailty that made people want to protect him.

But…

"I was right, wasn't I? You really should have more confidence, Fumika-chan." Shuichi casually picked up the service menu from the salon cart beside him.

"You could totally offer haircuts as a standalone service."

"Chiba-kun…"

"Hmm?"

Shuichi turned his head, only to see Fumika biting her lip, those eyes shimmering with emotion.

"Are you really okay with this?"

"Fumika-chan, what do you mean?"

"Being… with a woman like me—is that really okay? You're so incredibly handsome now…"

"Oh? Fumika-chan is craving another bite already?" Shuichi chuckled softly, his hand slipping into the collar of her blouse.

"Such a greedy woman."

Fumika pouted, feigning annoyance. "I'm being serious here."

"This is serious." Shuichi murmured before silencing her with a kiss.

"The first person brave enough to explore and discover always receives heaven's reward—this is what you deserve, Fumika-chan."

Lost in his touch, Fumika tightened her embrace. "Shuichi-kun… this time, I won't miss anywhere…"

"Fumika-chan, you're terrifying…"

"It's too late for regrets now…"

Breathless, Fumika cupped the handsome boy's face, swallowing hard. Just looking at him made her knees weak.

"You're mine tonight." She whispered, her lips brushing his before she kissed him hard, her tongue slipping into his mouth with a hunger that caught him off guard. Shuichi let her take the lead, his hands resting lightly on her hips as she ground against him, her movements bold and unapologetic. She tugged his shirt open, buttons popping free, and raked her nails down his chest, leaving faint red lines. Her breaths came faster as she opened his pants freeing him with a triumphant little grin.

Fumika shifted, lifting herself just enough to slide her panties aside, and then she sank down onto him, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as he filled her. She was tight, wet, and trembling already, her body reacting to him with an intensity that made her shudder. She rocked her hips, setting a fierce, desperate pace, her hands braced on his shoulders as she rode him. The chair creaked beneath them, the sound mingling with her moans—soft at first, then louder, unrestrained. Shuichi watched her, his own breathing steady, his control unshaken even as her pussy gripped him.

She was relentless, her thighs quivered, her nails dug into his skin, and her head tipped back as she came, a broken cry spilling from her throat. Her body clenched around him, pulsing, and for a moment, she stilled, panting heavily, her forehead resting against his. Shuichi's hands tightened on her hips, his own need simmering but far from sated. One round was nothing to him.

"Ahhh….mnhh.."

Fumika slumped against him, her energy spent, her breaths ragged. "I… I can't," She murmured, a tired laugh escaping her. "You're too much."

Shuichi's lips curved into a slow, predatory smile. "Then it's my turn."

With a smooth motion, he lifted her off his lap and turned her around, bending her over the salon counter. The mirror reflected her wide-eyed surprise as he pushed her yukata up, exposing her fully. Her panties were still askew, damp and clinging to her skin, and he didn't bother removing them—he just shoved them further aside. Fumika gripped the edge of the counter, her knuckles whitening as Shuichi pressed himself against her, his hands firm on her hips.

He entered her in one deep thrust, drawing a sharp yelp from her lips. She was still sensitive, her body trembling beneath him, but Shuichi didn't hold back. The counter rattled, bottles of product tipping over as he drove into her, his pace relentless. Fumika's moans turned into whimpers, her legs shaking as she struggled to keep up with him.

"Shuichi—fuck—slow down." She pleaded, but her voice was thick with pleasure, and he knew she didn't mean it. He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, and slid a hand around to her front, fingers finding her clit. He rubbed her in tight, firm circles, matching the rhythm of his thrusts, and her protests dissolved into a string of incoherent cries.

Her second orgasm hit her like a wave, her body locking up as she sobbed his name, her walls spasming around him. Shuichi didn't stop, didn't falter, his own release still a distant horizon. He pulled her upright, turning her to face him, and lifted her onto the counter. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, and he entered her again, her slick pussy welcoming him despite her exhaustion. Fumika's head lolled back, her hands clutching his shoulders as he fucked her with a steady, unyielding intensity.

Sweat glistened on her skin, her hair sticking to her face, and her eyes fluttered half-closed. "Shuichi… I can't… anymore." She panted, but he silenced her with a kiss, his tongue claiming her mouth as thoroughly as his body claimed hers. He could feel her trembling, overstimulated and overwhelmed, and it only fueled him more.

When he finally came, it was with a low, guttural groan, spilling deep inside her as his hips pressed flush against hers. Fumika whimpered, her body shuddering one last time before she went limp in his arms, utterly spent. Shuichi held her there, still seated inside her, his breathing only slightly uneven—a testament to the stamina that had outlasted her fire.

The salon was a mess—products scattered, the chair askew, the air thick with the scent of sex. 

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