Starting Tokyo Life From Inheriting A Shopping Street

Although disrupted, Fumika Ogawa still made an effort to steady her hand and continue her ear cleaning work, only doing so with more caution and slowness than usual.

This greatly extended the duration of the task.

"Almost done. Next, I'll use a cotton ball to clean out the remaining. It might be a bit itchy, so please bear with it, Chiba-kun." Fumika said with a slight tremble in her voice.

"Okay." Shuichi Chiba replied in a brief moment of respite.

Fumika Ogawa tilted the ear spoon and gently used the cotton ball to swirl inside Shuichi Chiba's ear. This sensation was ten times itchier than before but surprisingly comfortable.

Shuichi Chiba couldn't help but gasp. This was almost unfair; even as a grown man, he was barely able to hold back an embarrassing sound.

Instinctively, he tightened his grip on Fumika Ogawa's thigh, causing her to let out another muffled sound.

"Chiba-kun, is it very itchy? It's almost over, just a little more patience." Fumika Ogawa said, trying to endure as well. The increased pressure on her thigh was quite stimulating for her too.

Finally, the ear cleaning work reached a break. Fumika Ogawa reminded him, "The cleaning on this side is done. How does it feel, Chiba-kun? Is it more comfortable now?"

"Much better. Thank you so much, Fumika-san. You've been a great help." Shuichi Chiba said with a smile as he opened his eyes, expressing his gratitude.

"It's good to be able to help you, Chiba-kun." Fumika Ogawa said, momentarily dazzled by his sunny smile.

"Then I'll leave the other side to you, Fumika-san." Shuichi Chiba said as he turned onto his side, facing Fumika's abdomen.

His natural posture startled Fumika again. The warmth of his breath, filtering through her skirt, brushed against her skin, making her instinctively squeeze her thighs together.

"Fumika-san, you smell really nice. What kind of perfume are you wearing?" Chiba asked, looking up. He couldn't see Fumika's shy face because of her big boobs.

At that moment, he wondered, if he couldn't see Fumika's face, how could she see inside his ear?

'This position doesn't seem very suitable for ear cleaning.' Fumika thought to herself, quickly snapping back to reality.

"There's no perfume," She replied. "Since I often work with essential oils and aromatherapy, I've picked up quite a few scents. Is it too strong? I can't seem to wash it off."

As she spoke, she became a bit disheartened. No matter how she looked at it, she felt somewhat inadequate—whether it was her thighs, her weight, her age, or even the scent on her body...

"It's not strong at all. Like I said, it smells really nice." Chiba said, as if to validate his words. He pressed his nose closer to Fumika's clothes and took another sniff.

This made Fumika Ogawa blush and feel both embarrassed and secretly delighted. The fact that her scent was appreciated, just like her thighs, gave her a small joy.

With her mood lifted, Fumika felt more motivated to continue the work. She began the cleaning of the second ear with an involuntary smile. At this moment, Shuichi Chiba finally resolved his curiosity.

He saw that Fumika had pressed one arm against the culprit that was obstructing her view, then arched her back and lowered her head.

This must be really tough for her, Chiba thought to himself. He placed his hand on her slender waist to keep him from accidentally rolling off her legs.

When his hand touched Fumika's waist, she shivered slightly but didn't move away or say anything.

At this point, Fumika Ogawa was too overwhelmed to pay much attention to anything else. Even through her skirt, the warmth of Chiba's breath made her feel increasingly hot.

She needed to stay focused on the ear cleaning, which required extra caution and was already quite exhausting for her.

As time passed, the sunlight in the room lost some of its earlier intensity, but Fumika felt her face growing hotter and hotter.

Perhaps due to the effort, her breathing became more shallow, with her lips occasionally slightly parted and her breath becoming uneven.

Shuichi Chiba, possibly feeling a bit tired, loosened his grip on her waist, and his hand unintentionally began to slide downward.

Fumika Ogawa couldn't see the boy's expression and was unsure whether he was being mischievous like a younger sibling or if it was simply a slip of the hand.

"Chiba-kun, we're done now." Fumika said as she put away the ear cleaning tool and gently fanned her flushed cheeks with her hand.

"…"

There was no response.

Fumika called out softly again, "Chiba-kun?"

Still, there was no reply.

Could he have fallen asleep? Fumika Ogawa finally thought of this and found evidence to confirm it—Chiba-kun's hand had been motionless, just resting there since the beginning.

She struggled to find an angle and, with some difficulty, managed to see Shuichi Chiba's sleeping face—peaceful and serene.

If it weren't for the discomfort of her current position, she felt she could have watched him all day.

"Hmm…" Shuichi Chiba slowly opened his eyes. "Sorry, Fumika-san. Your thighs were just too comfortable, and I ended up falling asleep."

"It's okay." Fumika quickly waved her hand. This caused a chain reaction, and Chiba's face was brushed by the drooping fabric of her clothes several times.

As he woke up and gathered his senses, Shuichi Chiba supported Fumika's waist and sat up. The sudden loss of physical contact made Fumika feel a pang of wistfulness.

Chiba, now feeling the refreshing comfort in his ears, said sincerely, "Could I trouble you again in the future, Fumika-san? It feels so much better than doing it myself. Now that I've experienced it, I'm a bit hooked."

Fumika lowered her head, her voice barely above a whisper, "It's no trouble at all. As long as you need it, Chiba-kun…"

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In the evening, Sayuki Ogawa had just seen off the renovation team. Regulations had strict requirements on renovation hours to prevent disturbances and worsening neighborhood relations.

She went to the management office to pick up her sister, and the two of them sat on the stairs of the beauty salon, chatting.

"How was it there? What did you do?" Sayuki asked with a smile, glancing up and down at her sister.

Fumika Ogawa touched her still-flushed cheeks and replied softly, "I did ear cleaning for Chiba-kun."

"That's all?" Sayuki raised an eyebrow and pressed further.

"There was also… a lap pillow…" Fumika said, her head lowered in embarrassment.

"Hah, I knew he was eyeing your legs." Sayuki said with a hint of satisfaction.

"Chiba-kun said it was very comfortable to rest on," Fumika couldn't help but smile, "He also said my legs were great and that I smelled nice."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. He's clearly not as innocent as he looks. I bet you'll be thoroughly swept off your feet soon." Sayuki said with a knowing tone.

Fumika replied in a barely audible voice, "I'm much older than Chiba-kun and I've been married before. I'm just glad he doesn't mind…"

Sayuki snorted, "You really let that scumbag mess with your head. Can't you recognize your own charm?"

"What charm? Now I'm even called 'auntie' by kids. I remember when we were in school, the boys used to call that beautiful English teacher an old lady. Now we're the same age as she was back then." Fumika said with a hint of melancholy.

Sayuki Ogawa ignored her sister's self-pity and focused on a particular detail.

"Speaking of which, Chiba-kun's taste is quite mature. Usually, students prefer girls their own age, don't they?"

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