Tokyo: Am I the only male tenant?

Yincheng's big hand gently stroked the lady's fair and rosy face.

"Well...why didn't you show any expression...I thought you had forgotten...and when I saw you were about to leave with Chie and the others...that's why I..."

The wife now feels that she is getting a little anxious.

"I was planning to come back later."

"But Sister Tomoko is really experienced. She fooled them so easily."

Ginjo Sosuke's palm began to slide slowly downwards.

"Huh? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"You're so annoying... Sosuke-kun... I just came up with that excuse when I was in a hurry..."

Tomoko Matsumoto couldn't help but bite her lips lightly, and her voice began to tremble slightly.

"But having said that, I will definitely try my best to meet Sister Tomoko's request."

"In that case, I have to check the pipes carefully. It will be a problem if they are always clogged..."

The wife subconsciously tilted her head back, but she only touched the solid wooden board. She closed her eyes tightly and seemed to be humming something indistinctly...

"Sou...Sousuke-kun...let's go back to the house first..."

Tomoko Matsumoto's lips were finally freed a little. Taking advantage of this brief gap, she took a deep breath and then spoke quickly.

Ginjo Sousuke nodded and pulled his body back, which was pressed against hers.

The two of them returned to the living room, which had seemed filled with warm, cozy lights just now, but now seemed to have become a little dim.

"Wait here for a moment. I'll go change my clothes."

Matsumoto Tomoko gently wiped the corner of her mouth with her hand, then spoke to Ginjo.

"Why change clothes? This is fine."

Yincheng seemed a little impatient.

"It will be quick, and it will definitely be the way you like it."

The lady smiled meaningfully, gently kissed Yincheng on the lips, then turned and went back to the room.

Ginjo Sosuke had no choice but to sit back down on the sofa. After the rustling sound of fabric, Matsumoto Tomoko came out again as she had said.

"Zong...Zongsuke-kun..."

The alluring voice instantly drew Ginjo's gaze over there.

The black and white lace top was pushed up high, and the neckline was wide and deep.

The soft and light skirt has a hem that just covers the round and full buttocks.

The plump and tight calves are wrapped in white stockings, and the small feet are wearing a pair of black leather shoes.

Matsumoto Tomoko put on the maid outfit that Ginjo gave her before...

"Sister Tomoko..."

As if some mechanism had been triggered, Ginjo jumped up from the sofa and walked a few steps to his wife.

"Do you like me like this, Sosuke-kun?"

Matsumoto Tomoko looked up at Ginjō and asked with her head tilted.

"Of course, this outfit suits Sister Tomoko very well..."

Ginjo Sousuke felt that the breath he exhaled became hot.

"I was right..."

The lady gently stretched out her hand and placed it on Ginjo's broad chest.

Ginjo's fingers touched Matsumoto Tomoko's knees, stroking them as if drawing a circle, and the wife tensed up.

"What happened last night, is it really okay for Sousuke-kun..."

The lady breathed in and out pink and spoke coquettishly, with an expression as if she wanted to squeeze everything out of him.

As expected, she is still obsessed with Yincheng’s performance last night.

Sosuke Ginjo was once worried whether she could bear it, but it seems that he really underestimated her. The lady's adaptation speed is really amazing.

"When have I ever disappointed Sister Tomoko?"

Ignoring his wife's squirming, Ginjo's fingers moved up little by little.

Matsumoto Tomoko's fair face is now flushed, and the corners of her eyes seem to be misty with excitement.

Yincheng's palm pressed against her skin, and his technique reminded his wife of the scene last night, but he did not go any further, which made his wife very anxious.

"It's about to start now..."

Ginjo was so close that his lips were about to touch her ears, and his magnetic voice almost made Matsumoto Tomoko's body collapse.

Ginjo stroked his wife's cheek as if rewarding a child, and the warmth from his hand made her heart beat faster.

Matsumoto Tomoko reached out and covered Ginjo's hand, then rubbed it against her cheek and closed her eyes quietly.

......

Outside the window, the clouds in the sky seemed to be evaporated by the hot air and piled up thickly.

The moonlight shines through it and onto the ground, shrouding the earth in a hazy light and shadow.

The air was hot and humid, with a hint of sweat and the smell of the sea, just like what summer should be like.

After an unknown amount of time, the room finally became quiet, with only the sound of heavy breathing coming and going.

The sound made by the wife every time a skill was activated seemed to stimulate Ginjō to continue to speed up.

So the consumption of physical strength was inevitable. Fortunately, he had a strong recovery ability and his breathing quickly calmed down.

Tomoko Matsumoto lay there as if she was about to collapse, her skin, as fine as jade, covered with beads of sweat.

I didn't expect that Ginjo could become even stronger today. Is there no limit to his physical strength?

Although the lady had exhausted all her strength, the corners of her mouth slowly lifted up, with a look of endless aftertaste.

She longed to be relied on and imagined being held in his arms like that. Only when she was alone with Ginjo did she feel like a complete woman.

He was there, right beside him, within reach.

If she turned her head slightly, she could see his dark and deep eyes staring at her.

As always, he had that caring smile that made people feel infinitely warm.

Rolling up the clothes and wrapping him in them seemed like a strange move no matter how you looked at it, but that's exactly what I did last night.

I really want to hold him in my arms and become one with him.

This was the thought that flashed through Tomoko Matsumoto's mind at that moment last night.

"You're really destructive in this dress, Sister Tomoko."

Ginjo hugged her from behind and stroked her back.

"I'd be most happy if Sosuke-kun likes it."

"I am Sosuke-kun's personal maid."

The wife's sweet voice, a sound that even resonated in the brain, sucked Ginjō's consciousness in.

With such a charming and mature maid around, no one can control themselves.

Ginjo turned Matsumoto Tomoko around so that she was facing him.

As long as their eyes met, the lady would smile happily. She put her hand on Ginjo's cheek, her eyes full of expectation and satisfaction.

Seeing his wife blinking her eyes adorably, Ginjo couldn't help but pounce on her again.

The rest time is enough, the smoke of war will soon rise...

......

“How does it feel here?”

"very good."

"What about here?"

“Very comfortable.”

"I always feel like this place has grown a little more flesh recently."

"Tomoko-sister's charm will not disappear just because of this. Tomoko-sister has always been very beautiful."

"Sosuke-kun..."

Matsumoto Tomoko grabbed Ginjo's hand and moved it over her body.

At the end of each session, she seemed to engage in a never-ending flirting with Ginjo.

"To be honest, I don't think my body is attractive, and I don't like other people looking at me."

"But only Sousuke-kun is different. As long as Sousuke-kun looks at me, my body will feel filled with joy."

The lady's soft voice was mature and a little cute.

Ginjo looked at her sideways. The way she gently raised her arms really exuded a kind of beautiful elegance.

He muttered to himself. Up to now, he had thought about his wife countless times and why she looked so young.

"What's wrong, Sousuke-kun?"

As long as she stared at her, Matsumoto Tomoko would immediately notice Ginjō's gaze.

She seemed to be very sensitive to Ginjō's gaze, and would be discovered even if he glanced at her for a moment, and many times she would be caught when he was even moving his gaze.

"Nothing, I just feel obsessed whenever I see Sister Tomoko."

Ginjo said with a smile.

"obsessed?"

Hearing this, Matsumoto Tomoko seemed a little surprised, but soon smiled shyly.

The wife's cheeks were flushed and she looked at Yincheng with moist eyes.