Starting Tokyo Life From Inheriting A Shopping Street-Chapter 117

The two sisters didn’t notice anything unusual and kept casually chatting, discussing private topics that were quite thrilling.

Shuichi smirked to himself, pleased with his own stealth. He crept closer, watching as Fumika’s hands moved expertly over Sayuki’s back, kneading her pale skin with practiced ease. Sayuki lay face down on the plush massage table, her toned body draped in a crisp white towel, her back glistening under the warm oil that Fumika gently spread across her skin. She let out a soft sigh, clearly enjoying the massage.

"Still as good as ever, Fumi," Sayuki murmured, resting her chin on her folded arms. "I swear, you should start charging me for these."

Fumika chuckled. "Maybe I will. But then I’d have to deal with you complaining about the price."

"Damn right." Sayuki stretched slightly.

"You’re too tense." Fumika murmured, her fingers kneading the tight muscles in Sayuki’s shoulders.

"Of course, I am!" Sayuki sighed dramatically. "I push my body to the limit every day, unlike you, my dear sister, who spends most of her time pampering clients and getting pampered by Shuichi."

Fumika’s hands froze for a second, her cheeks instantly heating up. "W-Why would you bring him up now?" She mumbled, resuming the massage but with noticeably more pressure.

Sayuki chuckled, propping her chin up on her folded arms. "Ooh, guilty conscience? Did you two overdo it again last night?"

Fumika groaned, her fingers digging into Sayuki’s back a little harder than necessary. "Stop it!"

Sayuki smirked, her teasing nature in full force. "Honestly, Fumika, with how often you two go at it, I’m surprised you can even walk straight."

"S-Sayuki!" Fumika hissed, her face turning red as she instinctively glanced around, as if Shuichi might suddenly appear.

"Relax, it’s just us," Sayuki said, enjoying her sister’s flustered state. "I mean, really, how many times a week do you two—?"

"None of your business!" Fumika pressed down on a particularly sore spot on Sayuki’s back, making her yelp.

Sayuki groaned in exaggerated pain. "Ah! Fine, fine, no more teasing! But seriously, I envy you sometimes. You’ve got a guy who adores you, a cozy salon, and curves that make men drool. Meanwhile, I have a gym."

Fumika softened, her fingers moving more gently. "You’re beautiful, Sayuki. And you just haven’t found the right person yet. Someone who can handle your... sharp tongue."

Sayuki smirked. "Maybe I should steal Shuichi and see if he can handle me instead?"

Fumika gasped. "Y-You—!"

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Shuichi was originally listening with great interest in silence, but suddenly, they started worrying about their health issues, prompting him to clear his throat and interrupt.

"Ahem, there’s no need to worry about that."

"Chiba-kun?!"

"Huh?!" frёewebηovel.cѳm

Both sisters were startled. Fumika immediately showed a look of delight, while Sayuki instinctively tugged at her towel to cover herself more securely. Only then did she turn her head and glance over, speaking in an annoyed tone:

"I gave you a day off, and instead of resting properly, you came here?"

Shuichi wrapped his arm around Fumika and planted a kiss on her lips before replying, "I’m really touched by your concern, but there’s no need to worry."

"Sayuki is still here..." Fumika’s face flushed red as she tried to wriggle out of his embrace. But after holding back all day, how could she withstand his teasing? Instead, her resistance looked more like playful sulking.

Shuichi didn’t hold back either. His hand slipped directly into her collar as he mischievously whispered, "It’s fine. Sayuki-san isn’t an outsider, so what’s there to be afraid of?"

Listening to their intimate exchange, Sayuki instinctively swallowed, then slightly turned her head for a clearer view.

She saw that her sister’s yukata had been pulled loose, exposing a large expanse of fair, delicate skin. The sight was dazzling, making her heart race uncontrollably.

This little pervert... seriously? Just like that, right in front of me?!

"Don’t... Sayuki is watching..." Fumika’s body went soft as she leaned against Shuichi, her voice barely above a whisper in his ear.

That delicate, airy tone sent a ticklish sensation through Shuichi’s ear.

He couldn’t help but think—hadn’t she been watched in far more intense situations before? This was nothing in comparison.

"Chiba-kun, don’t be so mean, okay? Let me finish giving Sayuki a massage first, and then... then we can do this, alright?" Fumika pleaded, her face burning with embarrassment.

Shuichi withdrew his hand and suggested with a grin, "Then let me help you out, Fumika-san. You’ve had a long day, and I could use some practice with professional techniques. I’ll give you a massage afterward too."

Fumika’s mind was hazy at this point, and without thinking, she agreed right away.

Sayuki, listening from the side, was utterly shocked.

Sis, what are you doing?! Did you even hear what he just said?!

He’s about to give me an oil massage right in front of you! I’m not wearing anything right now—this is completely different from that time he just massaged my legs!

"Then I’ll just help with the feet," Shuichi said, surprisingly restrained. "Fumika-san, teach me how to do it properly. Once I learn, I can give you a massage too."

He hadn’t suggested anything more provocative, seemingly showing some restraint out of consideration.

But to Sayuki, this so-called restraint was completely meaningless.

Fumika didn’t overthink it. After all, male massage therapists massaging female clients wasn’t uncommon—it was perfectly normal.

At the moment, all she could focus on was the thought of Shuichi massaging her feet later. Her toes curled involuntarily, as if they were already in his grasp, being played with.

"First, you need to choose the right essential oil. For foot massages, I usually use this one..." She walked over to a small trolley and picked up a pre-mixed bottle of oil.

"Four drops of marjoram, ten drops of geranium, six drops of rosemary, and four drops of black pepper, mixed with 30 milliliters of cold-pressed plant oil. It helps with circulation, detoxification, pain relief, muscle elasticity, and firming the legs."

Shuichi took the bottle and gave it a light sniff. "And then?"

Fumika moved beside him and demonstrated using her sister’s foot.

"Like this. First, warm up the essential oil by rubbing it between your hands, then evenly apply it from the sole of the foot up to the calf."

"Next, start massaging. Your palms and fingers should fully press against the foot, moving in circular motions with both hands."

"The sequence is: top of the foot → sole → inner and outer ankle → calf → back of the knee. Always move from bottom to top to help venous blood flow back to the heart and enhance the massage’s effectiveness."

Shuichi watched for a while. The basic motions didn’t seem hard to pick up, but mastering the technique was another story.

That said, he figured Sayuki probably wasn’t too concerned about whether he did a good job or not. After all, in a situation like this, massage technique was hardly the main focus.

Since she didn’t object, it meant she was enjoying it—maybe even looking forward to it. Compared to just eavesdropping, this situation offered a much stronger sense of... participation.

"Got it. I’ll take care of the foot massage then. Fumika-san, you go finish up with the rest so we can wrap this up quickly." Shuichi shot Fumika a playful wink, subtly hinting at something.

Her heart skipped a beat, and a rush of anticipation surged through her. She suddenly felt just as eager—wanting to finish Sayuki’s massage quickly so she could have some alone time with Shuichi.

Sayuki, of course, understood exactly what was going on. She knew she was the third wheel here.

But... she didn’t want to leave.

Her heartbeat picked up, pounding uncontrollably—like she was running at a four-minute pace.

Seeing that Fumika was busy working on Sayuki’s shoulders and neck, Shuichi casually pulled up a chair at the foot of the bed. He sat down in a relaxed manner and began to play with Sayuki’s foot at his leisure.

Compared to Tsuki’s soft, dainty feet, Sayuki’s were long and slender. Years of fitness training had given them a graceful yet athletic strength, flexible and full of energy.

A muffled hum slipped from Sayuki’s throat. Those hands—there was something almost magical about them. They were scorching hot, sending an indescribable tingling sensation from her foot straight to her core.

It was impossible to stay still. Her body squirmed involuntarily...

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