After meditating for a while Chiba reached an epiphany. At this moment, Shuichi Chiba, who was suffering from a bad reputation, also felt a bit ret. He had been impulsive just now, carried away by the moment.

  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 "horap", it would be troublesome.

  In Japan, the dangerous figures used to be train gropers, but now it’s the unknown women. Although it's only a minority of women roblematic, acc to the "Dark Forest Theory," you never know who might spring a trap on you.

  Now, it has evolved to the point where some women specifically use this method to extort money from office workers and otaku to earn some pocket money.

  Fortunately, Tsuki Akiyama really did have her uraits, and he hadn’t triggered a trap card this time. He’d have to be more careful ime.

  Shuichi Chiba reflected on himself, increased his vigince, a oo familiarize himself with the procedures for samurai duels.

  After all, being arrested fhting was better than being falsely accused of molestation and suffering social death.

  However, he didn’t study for long before he received a LINE message from Sayuki Ogawa.

  "My sister's heading your way, don't do anything weird to her!"

  "Isn’t that basically tellio do something weird?" Shuichi Chiba muttered sarcastically.

  Oer ahey all say ohing but mean another. Women, whether older or younger, are really hard to uand.

  He got up a 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 me not to cause trouble over there…”

  “There’s no trouble at all. Actually, I’m really happy that you could e, Fumika-san.”

  Shuichi Chiba, still irritated by Tsuki Akiyama’s provocation, found himself feeling refreshed upon seeing Fumika Ogawa, like disc a clear spring when thirsty. His cock which was down after meditating twitched again in hope for some a.

  “Um… do you still want to have your ears ed?” Fumika g 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 ed every day?” Although Chiba was somewhat tempted, he decided to dee after some thought.

  A hint of disappoi fshed across Fumika’s face, followed by a feeling of embarrassment. She was surprised at how much she was looking forward to it, even though Chiba-kun didn’t really .

  “If it’s massage, isn’t Fumika-san also very skilled?” Chiba suggested, seizing the opportunity.

  “Mm-mm, yes, I do that.” Fumika’s eyes immediately brightened.

  “Then, could I trouble you, Fumika-san? My shoulders have been a bit unfortable tely.” 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 inplete, so it might not be very fortable.” Fumika replied with sret.

  “It’s fine, a simple massage will do,” Chiba said with a smile, then g 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" mean? 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-ku angry if I refuse?

  But, I’m not mentally 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 shameless?

  Fumika felt dizzy, her mind rag 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 fa her colr. She clutched the table, wanting to stand up and flee, but her body felt limp and weak.

  Uo 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 w about this?

  Even if she went upstairs, she wouldn’t be… well, she wouldn’t be sidered 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 ce began to build up in Fumika Ogawa’s heart.

  Chiba didn’t perceive her iurmoil and was unaware that Fumika was in a state of wanting to go upstairs but also fearing potential plications.

  Seeing her with her head down and silent, Chiba thought maybe he had been a bit hasty. Fumika was not like some of the more bold wives he had entered; 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 fot that Fumika-san is a woman and might find it inve…”

  “It’s, it’s ve.” Fumika suddenly spoke up. She looked up, biting her lip with a determined expression, as if she had made a signifit decision in her life.

  At this moment, her period gave her a sense of fidence.

  Chiba was taken aback by her sudden ge of heart but saw it as a positive sign and didn’t press further. He simply nodded.

  “That’s good to hear. I’m gd you don’t mind me being a bit forward.”

  “It’s, it’s fine…”

  Fumika stammered, 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 shameless woman, indulging in inappropriate thoughts about a boy so much youhan me?

  Fumika’s mind was in turmoil as she followed Chiba absentmindedly. She didn’t notice wheopped, and as a result, she bumped into his back.

  Feeling the sensation of Fumika’s big boobs on his back, he paused for a moment before Chiba instinctively reached bad ended up grasping Fumika’s slim waist.

  “Be careful. It would be troublesome if you fell dowairs.”

  “S-sorry.” Fumika felt the warmth of his hand on her lower back, and the heat spread along her spine, c through her body like aric current, leaving her feeling tingly and numb.

  As they reached the sed floor, they entered a somewhat empty small living room. With few items around, it appeared and orderly.

  “Chiba-kun, you keep this pce very tidy. I would have thought a young man living alone would be more messy.” Fumika observed with curiosity, feeling more fident and less shy.

  “I’ve heard that women’s bedrooms are often the messiest, but I’ve never seen it myself. If you ever move in, Fumika-san, I’d be ied in cheg it out.” Chiba teased with a smile.

  Fumika felt a bit guilty; her and her sister’s bedroom was indeed somewhat messy, 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 veo do the massage on the bed.” Chiba suggested, carefully Fumika’s rea.

  Fumika’s heart skipped a beat. Though she had some idea of what might happen, she was still nervous, feeling shy despite not being overly ed about potential awkwardness.

  Suddenly, she remembered that her underwear wasn’t a matg set today, and she felt a pang of embarrassment. If Chiba-kun saw it, it would be so mortifying for her.

  Lost ihoughts, 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 tch clig into pce with a soft 'click'.

  The sound, though faint, made Fumika shiver. She didn’t dare look around, instead staring ily at the floral decoration on her chest, her legs fidgeting tinuously. Her feet, bck stogs, curled and stiffened nervously.

  Chiba deliberately walked past her, his gaze briefly lingering on her delicate feet. They seemed to flind retreat slightly, as if startled.

  “I had an urgent matter this m and didn’t get a ake the bed. I hope you don’t mind, Fumika-san.” Chiba said with a casual tone, aiming to help Fumika rex a bit.

  “No, it’s nothing.” Fumika quickly shook her head.

  Chiba smiled and after removing his shirt y down on the bed. “I’ll leave the rest to you, Fumika-san.”

  With that, he remaiill, leaving everything up to her.

  The se was undeniably charged with ambiguity: a delicate, young man lying on the bed, while a beautiful, mature repared to massage him. The atmosphere was tinged with an unspoken, intimate tension.

  Unfortunately, this dy was shy and timid.

  Fumika Ogawa observed Chiba’s long frame 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.