After ditating for a while Chiba reached an epiphany. At this mont, Shuichi Chiba, who was suffering from a bad reputation, also felt a bit of regret. He had been impulsive just now, carried away by the mont.
However, it wasn’t that he thought it was too much to do to a young girl—after all, that girl's characteristics were known, and this was what Tsuki Akiyama had anticipated.
The impulsive part was more about the potential trouble if it had turned out to be a "honey trap", it would be troubleso.
In Japan, the dangerous figures used to be train gropers, but now it’s the unknown won. Although it's only a minority of won who are problematic, according to the "Dark Forest Theory," you never know who might spring a trap on you.
Now, it has evolved to the point where so won specifically use this thod to extort money from office workers and otaku to earn so pocket money.
Fortunately, Tsuki Akiyama really did have her unique traits, and he hadn’t triggered a trap card this ti. He’d have to be more careful next ti.
Shuichi Chiba reflected on himself, increased his vigilance, and went online to familiarize himself with the procedures for samurai duels.
After all, being arrested for fighting was better than being falsely accused of molestation and suffering social death.
However, he didn’t study for long before he received a LINE ssage from Sayuki Ogawa.
"My sister's heading your way, don't do anything weird to her!"
"Isn’t that basically telling to do sothing weird?" Shuichi Chiba muttered sarcastically.
One after another, they all say one thing but an another. Won, whether older or younger, are really hard to understand.
He got up and went downstairs, where Fumika Ogawa was already sitting, waiting for him. Hearing the noise, she looked up at him, and her eyes quickly darted away. The tips of her ears were already starting to turn red again.
“I-I’m sorry for the interruption, Chiba-kun. Sayuki always says I’m in the way and tells not to cause trouble over there…”
“There’s no trouble at all. Actually, I’m really happy that you could co, Fumika-san.”
Shuichi Chiba, still irritated by Tsuki Akiyama’s provocation, found himself feeling refreshed upon seeing Fumika Ogawa, like discovering a clear spring when thirsty. His cock which was down after ditating twitched again in hope for so action.
“Um… do you still want to have your ears cleaned?” Fumika glanced at him shyly, her face growing warm. The intense look in the young man’s eyes made her feel both drawn to him and wary of being burned.
“Isn’t it a bit excessive to have your ears cleaned every day?” Although Chiba was sowhat tempted, he decided to decline after so thought.
A hint of disappointnt flashed across Fumika’s face, followed by a feeling of embarrassnt. She was surprised at how much she was looking forward to it, even though Chiba-kun didn’t really need it.
“If it’s massage, isn’t Fumika-san also very skilled?” Chiba suggested, seizing the opportunity.
“Mm-mm, yes, I can do that.” Fumika’s eyes imdiately brightened.
“Then, could I trouble you, Fumika-san? My shoulders have been a bit uncomfortable lately.” Chiba asked with a smile.
“It’s no trouble at all; I’m happy to help Chiba-kun. However, the beauty salon isn’t fully set up yet, and the facilities are incomplete, so it might not be very comfortable.” Fumika replied with so regret.
“It’s fine, a simple massage will do,” Chiba said with a smile, then glanced at the stairs. “So… shall we go upstairs now?”
Go… upstairs?!!
Fumika’s entire body trembled at the thought, her heart pounding wildly. What does "going upstairs" an? Could it be…
Will it turn into that kind of situation? What should I do? If it really goes that way, might it be too soon? Would Chiba-kun get angry if I refuse?
But, I’m not ntally prepared yet…
Although Sayuki always says that as a mature woman one should be direct, Fumika wondered if she could really handle such a thing.
If she were to… end up on Chiba-kun’s bed so soon, would she be seen as too easy? Would she be thought of as shaless?
Fumika felt dizzy, her mind racing with thoughts. She wished her younger sister were there to give her advice or support.
But now, she was all alone…
“What’s wrong, Fumika-san?” Chiba asked, feigning ignorance.
Fumika Ogawa lowered her head, practically trying to bury her face in her collar. She clutched the table, wanting to stand up and flee, but her body felt limp and weak.
Unable to escape and too timid to go upstairs, she was like an ostrich trying to hide her head in her clothes, avoiding the situation.
In the midst of her chaotic thoughts, it suddenly hit her—she was on her period! Why was she even worrying about this?
Even if she went upstairs, she wouldn’t be… well, she wouldn’t be considered a casual woman by Chiba-kun, right?
So… it should be fine, right?
And besides, it’s just going upstairs; maybe nothing will happen. Even though she was a married woman, Chiba-kun is so young. Things probably won’t progress that quickly, right?
A tiny bit of courage began to build up in Fumika Ogawa’s heart.
Chiba didn’t perceive her inner turmoil and was unaware that Fumika was in a state of wanting to go upstairs but also fearing potential complications.
Seeing her with her head down and silent, Chiba thought maybe he had been a bit hasty. Fumika was not like so of the more bold wives he had encountered; a little shyness was normal.
So he said gently, “Sorry if I was being too forward. Mainly, there’s no bed down here, so it’s not very suitable for a massage. I forgot that Fumika-san is a woman and might find it inconvenient…”
“It’s, it’s convenient.” Fumika suddenly spoke up. She looked up, biting her lip with a determined expression, as if she had made a significant decision in her life.
At this mont, her period gave her a sense of confidence.
Chiba was taken aback by her sudden change of heart but saw it as a positive sign and didn’t press further. He simply nodded.
“That’s good to hear. I’m glad you don’t mind being a bit forward.”
“It’s, it’s fine…”
Fumika stamred, slowly getting up and gingerly moving her feet, following him. Her legs were still weak, but at least she could walk, albeit unsteadily.
Although she wasn’t really worried about things going too far, she couldn’t help but wonder what would actually happen soon.
How did I end up following so easily? Could it be that I am truly a shaless woman, indulging in inappropriate thoughts about a boy so much younger than ?
Fumika’s mind was in turmoil as she followed Chiba absentmindedly. She didn’t notice when he stopped, and as a result, she bumped into his back.
Feeling the sensation of Fumika’s big boobs on his back, he paused for a mont before Chiba instinctively reached back and ended up grasping Fumika’s slim waist.
“Be careful. It would be troubleso if you fell down the stairs.”
“S-sorry.” Fumika felt the warmth of his hand on her lower back, and the heat spread along her spine, coursing through her body like an electric current, leaving her feeling tingly and numb.
As they reached the second floor, they entered a sowhat empty small living room. With few items around, it appeared clean and orderly.
“Chiba-kun, you keep this place very tidy. I would have thought a young man living alone would be more ssy.” Fumika observed with curiosity, feeling more confident and less shy.
“I’ve heard that won’s bedrooms are often the ssiest, but I’ve never seen it myself. If you ever move in, Fumika-san, I’d be interested in checking it out.” Chiba teased with a smile.
Fumika felt a bit guilty; her and her sister’s bedroom was indeed sowhat ssy, as they didn’t have to worry about guests.
“The living room doesn’t have a sofa, so let’s go to the bedroom. It’ll be more convenient to do the massage on the bed.” Chiba suggested, carefully observing Fumika’s reaction.
Fumika’s heart skipped a beat. Though she had so idea of what might happen, she was still nervous, feeling shy despite not being overly concerned about potential awkwardness.
Suddenly, she rembered that her underwear wasn’t a matching set today, and she felt a pang of embarrassnt. If Chiba-kun saw it, it would be so mortifying for her.
Lost in these thoughts, Fumika followed Chiba into the bedroom, her mind a whirl. The heat in her cheeks made it hard for her to think clearly.
“Shall we… begin?” Chiba said as he slowly closed the door behind him, the latch clicking into place with a soft 'click'.
The sound, though faint, made Fumika shiver. She didn’t dare look around, instead staring intently at the floral decoration on her chest, her legs fidgeting continuously. Her feet, clad in black stockings, curled and stiffened nervously.
Chiba deliberately walked past her, his gaze briefly lingering on her delicate feet. They seed to flinch and retreat slightly, as if startled.
“I had an urgent matter this morning and didn’t get a chance to make the bed. I hope you don’t mind, Fumika-san.” Chiba said with a casual tone, aiming to help Fumika relax a bit.
“No, it’s nothing.” Fumika quickly shook her head.
Chiba smiled and after removing his shirt lay down on the bed. “I’ll leave the rest to you, Fumika-san.”
With that, he remained still, leaving everything up to her.
The scene was undeniably charged with ambiguity: a delicate, young man lying on the bed, while a beautiful, mature woman prepared to massage him. The atmosphere was tinged with an unspoken, intimate tension.
Unfortunately, this lady was shy and timid.
Fumika Ogawa observed Chiba’s long fra repeatedly, nervously swallowing as she took in the sight. Ultimately, she didn’t dare to do anything out of line. Instead, she sat quietly on the edge of the bed and reached out to his shoulders.
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