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Tokyo Chapter 188
🕑 Added 2025-09-18 13:30:24 +0000 UTC“Excuse me!” An Akiyama cautiously pushed open the mysterious salon door. Wealthy ladies loved this place—it seemed amazing. Could a beauty treatment make her prettier? Would Shuichi like her more?
Carefully releasing the handle, ensuring the door closed softly, An tiptoed inside. “Anyone here?”
She reached the lounge area, eyeing the sofa, coffee table, and scattered beauty magazines with awe. No response, so she raised her voice slightly. “Hello? Anyone here?”
Fumika was in the massage room, preparing. Shuichi had a tough exam day, so she wanted to help him relax. She’d dug out the promised sailor outfit, but now faced a problem—it barely fit. Struggling with the tight collar, it wouldn’t go down, pinching uncomfortably.
Hearing a faint voice through the soundproofed room, Fumika quickly shed the ill-fitting top, stored it, and slipped into her work clothes, hurrying to the lounge. 'Another late customer?' She wondered, then froze.
A delicate, adorable girl with curious eyes was looking around timidly.
“An-chan, right?” Fumika said. She ate at the ramen shop daily and knew a bit about An, Shuichi’s classmate and a lovely girl her age.
Seeing this cute girl, Fumika felt a pang of guilt, like she’d stolen something and the owner had come calling. 'Shuichi-kun’s first time should’ve been with someone his age, not an older woman like me…'
Fumika felt nervous, and An was shy, awed by the upscale salon. “Um, sorry, Ogawa-san. I was curious and wanted to look around.”
“I see,” Fumika said, softening at An’s unease. “Let me show you around.”
“Thank you!” An perked up.
Fumika led her to the sofa, pulling out a service menu and explaining the options. An, overwhelmed by the jargon, felt like it was a foreign language, her eyes glazing over.
“An-chan?” Fumika called gently.
An snapped back, blinking her clear eyes. “Oh, sorry.”
“It’s okay. Interested in anything?” Fumika asked, smiling.
“Something to make me prettier!” An replied instantly.
Fumika chuckled. The salon offered relaxation massages and skincare, but An’s youthful skin—soft, flawless, full of collagen—needed little help. “Your skin’s already perfect, no acne. If you want to try something, maybe an essential oil massage…”
An’s eyes widened at the price—way beyond her pocket money. Fumika, sensing her embarrassment, said kindly, “Your family’s been so good to us. You can try it for free this time.”
“Really? Ogawa-san, you’re so nice!” An’s eyes sparkled. 'This place is great! Shuichi-kun’s awesome, and Ogawa-san’s so kind. Moving here was genius!'
Fumika smiled, finding An less aloof and more… adorably ditzy than expected. “Anything specific?”
An glanced at Fumika’s mature figure, then at herself, wondering if her failed confessions to Shuichi were due to this gap. “Um…”
Fumika followed her gaze, blushing. “There’s no great trick for that. It’s mostly natural. There are some massage techniques, but I haven’t found any that work wonders.”
“Oh…” An sighed, disappointed. “Is the oil massage comfy?”
“Very comfy,” Fumika said, charmed by her cuteness. She offered her hand, and An instinctively took it.
They headed to the massage room, then the bathroom. An shyly undressed, then gaped at Fumika disrobing, stunned by the contrast. 'So… overwhelming. How can I compete if Shuichi-kun likes this?'
Fumika, self-conscious under An’s stare, wrapped herself in a towel. “An-chan, let’s go.”
“Okay…” An followed dazedly, sitting on a stool.
Though it was free, Fumika carefully scrubbed An’s back, easing her guilt over Shuichi. “An-chan…”
“Hm?” An squinted, enjoying the pampering. Her mom never did this, and her sister’s rough scrubbing hurt. 'Ogawa-san’s so gentle… better than Mom or Sis. I want this every day!'
“Wanting to be prettier… is it for a boy?” Fumika probed.
An nodded dreamily. “Yeah…”
“Shuichi-kun, right?”
“Yeah… Wait!” An’s eyes widened. “How’d you know?”
“Just a guess,” Fumika said, chuckling.
“Keep it a secret, please? My sister can’t know, or she’ll sabotage me!” An pleaded.
“Okay,” Fumika said, amused. “Why would she sabotage you?”
“No idea. She says Shuichi-kun is bad, to stay away, or I’ll get tricked. But… I can only date him.”
An poured out her heart, finding Fumika kinder and more reliable than her mom or sister. “Why only him?” Fumika asked, curious.
An launched into her meticulous reasoning, flawlessly logical. Fumika listened, stunned, thinking, 'Is this girl… a bit dim?'
“Your sister’s just worried,” Fumika said awkwardly. Shuichi was sweet but sly—An could easily be swept away.
“But I have to date him. He’s getting popular, and competition’s growing…” An sighed.
Fumika’s heart softened. She patted An’s head. “Shuichi-kun comes here after workouts to relax. I’ll put in a word for you.”
“Really?” An’s eyes sparkled with joy. “Thank you!”
“It might not work, though,” Fumika said, feeling odd advocating for An while entangled with Shuichi herself.
An, overwhelmed with gratitude, hugged Fumika, nuzzling her. “You’re the best, better than Mom or Sis!”
Fumika froze, laughing awkwardly. An, feeling Fumika’s soft embrace, was struck again by their physical differences.
Fumika stroked her head. “Want to learn some simple massage techniques? I’m not sure they’ll help, and I don’t usually suggest untested methods, but you seem eager.”
“Teach me, please!” An said, determined.
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Besides Sayuki’s stocking-clad feet, Shuichi got the promised leg-lock, savoring every moment. Afterward, he clung to Sayuki, who helped him to the salon next door for Fumika’s soothing touch.
But today brought a surprise.
In the massage room, Fumika put a finger to her lips, signaling quiet. Their eyes fell on the sleeping girl on the massage bed—An.
Fumika grabbed a tote bag, leading them out quietly, explaining, “She was curious about the salon, so I showed her around and gave her a free oil massage. She said it felt great, then fell asleep mid-sentence.”
Shuichi chuckled. “That’s her. Let her sleep. Let’s talk upstairs.”
One arm around Fumika’s waist, the other playfully wrestling with Sayuki, they headed to the bedroom. Sayuki sensed Fumika was holding back but didn’t press, watching them enter the bathroom while she lounged on the bed, scrolling her phone.
When Fumika emerged, cheeks flushed, wrapped in a towel, legs wobbly, she saw Sayuki and knew her sister was up to mischief. “Resting, Sayuki? I’ll take Shuichi to the fitness room for his massage.”
“Fitness room’s locked,” Sayuki said, eyes on her phone. “It’s just a massage. Anywhere works.”
“Bad Sayuki…” Fumika shot her a resentful glance.
“Sayuki-san said you have a surprise?” Shuichi asked, stepping out.
Fumika blushed, grabbing the tote. “Wait a sec.”
As she returned to the bathroom, Shuichi sat on the bed’s edge, grabbing Sayuki’s calf. She kicked his ass. “Buzz off, I’m on my phone.”
“Ow…” Shuichi rubbed his rear. “If that hit my waist, I’d be too sore to comfort Fumika-san.”
“No worries, she’ll take care of herself,” Sayuki said, smirking.
They bickered until the bathroom door opened. Both fell silent, eyes turning.
Fumika, hair damp, wore a sailor outfit so tight it seemed ready to burst. She tugged the top, barely covering her ribs, and held the skirt, voice trembling. “It’s… weird, right? It’s too small…”
Shuichi swallowed hard. The voluptuous woman in a teen’s sailor outfit was indescribably alluring. “Weird? You’re breathtaking.”
He pulled her close, his face brushing her exposed midriff. Tilting his head, he glimpsed the strained fabric, revealing curves beneath. He gently moved her hands, leaning back to admire.
The thin outfit, stretched translucent, hid little. “No undergarments?” He asked, puzzled.
Fumika bit her lip, blushing deeply, eyes misty. “Too tight… couldn’t fit anything else…”
“I love this surprise. Meeting you is the best thing ever,” Shuichi said, hugging her tightly, eyes closed in bliss.
“I’m the lucky one, meeting you,” Fumika said, her eyes full of affection.
“Wish I could hold you forever,” Shuichi said, inhaling her scent.
Fumika’s heart raced, her voice shaky. “Shuichi-kun…”
Fumika’s face burned, too embarrassed to speak. “You’re so mean…”
Sayuki, pretending to scroll, couldn’t hold back, kicking his backside. “Enough. You’ve teased her plenty?”
“If you want, I’m game,” Shuichi said, turning to her.
The chilly air made Fumika shiver, instinctively pulling his head back into her embrace for warmth. “Dream on,” Sayuki said, pinching his waist with her toes.
“Ow!” Shuichi winced, pain mixing with pleasure.
