Tokyo: Am I the only male tenant?

Then there was trying to prepare hot food and looking after the kettle for coffee and noodles...

There is unexpectedly a lot to do.

Kana Kobayakawa explained each task in detail, while Sosuke Ginjo listened attentively.

"Then Ginjo-kun will be in charge of the cash register today. If you have any questions, feel free to come to my office and ask me."

After introducing each task, Kobayakawa returned to the office to continue his work.

Yincheng stood behind the cash register and started to check out the sporadic customers.

About half an hour later, a man who looked to be around fifty years old walked in.

His clothes were shabby and he wore a wrinkled hat.

He walked unsteadily, holding a can of beer in one hand.

The man came up to Yincheng and threw the change on the cash register rudely.

"Hey, give me a cigarette."

"what?"

The man's speech was a little slurred due to his drunkenness.

"This money is enough! Give me the cigarettes!"

"Excuse me, what kind of cigarette is this?"

Ginjo asked expressionlessly in the face of the sudden situation.

"I buy the same kind of cigarettes here! Do you want me to explain?"

The drunk man raised his voice.

"It's my first day at work. I don't know who you are. If you just want to buy cigarettes, I don't know what kind you want."

Calm and serious.

Ginjo's bland tone annoyed the man even more.

"That's the one!"

The man smacked his lips hard and pointed impatiently.

Ginjo Sousuke took a pack of cigarettes from the shelf and just as he put it on the cash register, the man reached out to grab it, intending to leave the store directly.

Yincheng was quick to act and grabbed the wrist of the man holding the cigarette.

"Please wait a moment. There is still 20 yen left."

He smacked his lips again, then rummaged through his pockets, threw the remaining twenty yen on the counter, and left the store cursing.

Boom!

The office door opened and Kana Kobayakawa poked her head out with concern.

Maybe he heard the noise outside.

"Ginjo-kun, what happened, are you okay?"

"It's okay, Manager Kobayakawa, there's just a drunk."

Seeing that everything was normal, Kobayakawa returned to the office with peace of mind.

"Morikawa, is that guy a regular customer?"

Ginjo asked Morikawa who was also looking out from behind the shelf.

"I've been working here for half a year, and this is the first time I've seen him."

Sure enough, that drunkard was talking nonsense...

Ginjo Sousuke sighed helplessly.

After a busy period, it's time to get off work.

Yincheng's first day of work ended here.

Morikawa promised the next shift to take her place for a while.

So I have to get off work a little later.

Ginjo came to the locker room alone.

Kana Kobayakawa also walked in at this time.

"Is Manager Kobayakawa off work too? Do you want to go back to the apartment together?"

"I still have some information to sort out, so I can't go back with you."

"If Ginjo-kun is free tonight, can I chat with you again?"

"of course can."

After receiving a positive answer, Kana Kobayakawa's fair face showed an expectant smile...

Chapter 15 The air is a little humid

Ginjo Sousuke was walking alone on his way back to his apartment.

The sun is also preparing to end its work for the day and slowly sets to the west.

The floating clouds were dyed warm orange-red by the naturally scattered sunset glow.

A female student passing by raised her mobile phone to the sky, ready to take a picture of this unadorned beauty.

The street lights have been turned on in advance, ready for the coming darkness.

Because of my part-time job, it was almost 7 o'clock in the evening when I arrived at Tomoko Matsumoto's room.

When I opened the door, my wife came to greet me with a smile on her face.

Today my wife is wearing a white sleeveless one-piece nightgown.

The exposed arms appear even whiter and more tender against the smooth silk material.

The whole person exudes the unique elegance of a mature woman.

The elastic and rhythmic swaying of her steps made Ginjo Sousuke certain that it was a vacuum.

"How is it, Sosuke? You must be exhausted from taking classes and working part-time?"

The wife still cares about the boy as always.

"It's okay. When I think of Sister Tomoko's deliciousness, I don't feel tired at all."

Ginjo Sousuke could already smell the aroma of dinner.

"Sit down and take a rest. Dinner will be ready soon."

Tomoko Matsumoto returned to the kitchen with a smile.

About five minutes later, a table full of delicious food was served.

Maybe because the environment in the kitchen was a bit stuffy, there was some sweat on Tomoko Matsumoto's forehead.

A few wet hairs were stuck to it, and there seemed to be a few drops of sweat flowing down the snow-white neck.

The lady fanned herself gently with her little hands, and bent down slightly.

Air enters through the collar, giving the smooth skin inside a sense of coolness.

But the wife didn't realize that her 36D breasts were completely exposed to Ginjo's sight.

"The weather is getting hotter."

"Come and eat, Sousuke."

Matsumoto Tomoko continued to fan herself with her little hands to dissipate the heat while inviting Ginjo to eat.

"I'm starting." Ginjo Sosuke clasped his hands together lightly.

A delicious dinner is the best way to relieve the fatigue of a day.

Tomoko Matsumoto specially prepared radish and oyster soup today. After drinking it, I felt a sense of clarity all over my body.

Perhaps due to the heat of the soup, Ginjo's forehead also began to sweat.

The wife picked up the tissue on the table, leaned over, and gently wiped Yincheng.

The delicate jade hands and soft touch made Yincheng intoxicated for a moment.

After dinner, the two of them cleaned up the dishes together.

Tomoko Matsumoto lay on the ground alone and started mopping the floor again.

The buttocks are round and plump, and the one-piece nightgown is bulging.

The wife's half-kneeling posture made the clothes that seemed to fit her well just now look a little tight.

"Sister Tomoko, let me help you."

As Ginjo Sousuke spoke, he also picked up a rag and lay down beside his wife to wipe it.

"No need, Sousuke, I'm fine on my own, and the place isn't that big anyway."

"It's faster if we two go together."

With one more person, the process was much faster and the small restaurant was cleaned very quickly.

The two of them sat on the sofa together. Matsumoto Tomoko let out a sigh of relief, crossed her fingers, stretched her arms upwards, and stretched her body well.

The charming curves were once again displayed in front of Yincheng.

It turns out that such a beautiful scene will never get boring no matter how many times you watch it.

This stage of a woman's life is the most mature and charming, like a ripe fruit, just waiting to be picked by someone with a heart.

After stretching her muscles, Matsumoto Tomoko came over and started chatting with Ginjo about the trivialities of the day.

As she said this, Matsumoto Tomoko's eyes were drawn to Ginjō's hand casually placed in front of him.

The wife gently grasped the boy's wrist.

"Sousuke's hands are really big."