Tokyo: Am I the only male tenant?

"That's annoying. It's because Sosuke is here..."

"Sousuke looks quite serious, but I didn't expect him to be so stuffy."

Although Kana Kobayakawa acted a little shy, she opened her mouth and laughed happily after a while.

The expressionless face he had when working now seemed to be gone.

Ginjo knew that Kana Kobayakawa was indeed a very hard-working person, and she was called the "Queen" when she was working at a convenience store.

But this does not mean that she is a serious person. In front of Yincheng, she always feels relaxed.

And, when she's really laughing, she can sometimes act like a little kid.

"It seems like Sosuke's eyes are always fixed here."

Kana Kobayakawa straightened her body as she spoke.

"I can't help it. They are too dazzling."

Ginjo didn't hide his preference at all, and his burning gaze seemed to penetrate her.

After finishing most of the meal, both of them felt a little hot, so they paid the bill and left the pub.

The sky was already extremely dark, and the bright moon hanging high in the sky looked like a charming young girl, with half of her face obscured by the passing clouds.

Walking on the streets at night, feeling the evening breeze is very comfortable.

Although Kana Kobayakawa's face was very red, she was far from being drunk.

However, that kind of red looked quite charming against the fair face, which made Yincheng's heart beat fast.

And Kana Kobayakawa also held Ginjō's arm tightly, feeling light and happy.

“Which direction is the hotel?”

She stopped and looked Ginjo straight in the eye.

"Turn right at the next intersection and you'll arrive."

Ginjo pointed to the road ahead.

After going to the front desk to confirm the reservation information and getting the room card, the two took the elevator upstairs.

A spacious, elegant corridor with soft beige carpet on the floor.

After opening the door, the clean environment and gorgeous decoration inside are in line with its price.

Yincheng specially selected the nearest five-star hotel in order to enjoy this special night.

There is a lighting controller at the head of the bed, and a square object similar to a seasoning bag placed on the cabinet.

All of them provide necessary conveniences for couples who come here to spend the night.

"Sousuke, I'm going to take a shower first."

Kana Kobayakawa said after taking off her shoes and walking into the room.

"Don't worry, Kana."

Ginjo grabbed her and took her to sit on the sofa.

He couldn't help but look up and down at Kana Kobayakawa, who was dressed as an OL.

This woman really suits suits, Yincheng thought to himself.

The size of the jacket is perfect and it fits me perfectly.

All the buttons on the chest were undone, and the ripe fruits formed a perfect arc on the thin white shirt.

The tight skirt makes her already slender waist look even more charming. A pair of beautiful legs extends from the skirt to the soles of her feet, wrapped in a layer of black pantyhose.

Although Kana Kobayakawa said that Ginjō's eyes were always fixed on that protruding place, he was now also attracted by this hazy, transparent black color.

The fingertips move a little bit, smooth, delicate, and with a little caressing feeling.

Kobayakawa Kana's breathing quickened, she bit her lower lip gently, and slowly let out a soft hum...

Chapter 198 The Gate to the New World

Stockings are a woman's second skin.

For women, the importance of stockings is self-evident, and they are indispensable in every woman's wardrobe.

Since so many beautiful women like to wear them, it means that women think stockings can greatly enhance their charm.

Especially in terms of adding charm and femininity, the effect can be said to be immediate.

Compared to the playful and cute colorful stockings of young hot girls, and the pure and sexy white stockings of the girl next door, black stockings have a more mature and charming flavor.

Especially for a woman like Kana Kobayakawa who has a slim figure and plump and tight legs.

Black stockings not only make the lines of the legs look more perfect, but also create a professional and cool temperament.

Paired with a slim-fitting short skirt and high heels, the whole person looks delicate, neat and charming.

Sometimes, this implicit feeling seems to be more advanced and textured than directly showing off your body.

Sosuke Ginjo's fingers are still exploring.

It feels dry, yet also has an indescribable lubricity, the two sensations seem to contradict each other.

The fabric itself contains fibers, but one can still feel the touch and temperature of the skin.

The combination of delicate skin and the texture of fiber creates such a unique synergy...

This is the thigh under the black stockings.

Once you’ve experienced it, you’ll be unable to stop.

"Wait... wait a moment... Sousuke..."

Just as Ginjo was indulging in this wonderful touch and kept savoring it, Kana Kobayakawa made a slightly puzzled sound.

"What's wrong, Kana?"

Ginjo paused his movements for a moment and asked her.

"Sosuke... why are you touching me so intently..."

The blush on Kana Kobayakawa's face had slowly spread to her ears, and her voice began to become softer.

"Of course it feels so good."

Ginjo Sousuke said with a smile.

"But... this is a bit embarrassing... and my thighs must be very thick..."

Even though the two of them have been in a frank relationship for a long time, why is she still shy about her thighs? Women's focus is sometimes hard to understand.

"How could that be? It's not thick at all."

Ginjō said as he grabbed another handful, as if to confirm his answer.

It is full yet firm, without any feeling of looseness, and the elasticity is amazing.

"Actually, I think I can make them a little thinner, but I've been too busy lately and haven't had time to exercise..."

The strength of Ginjo Sosuke's hands made Kobayakawa Kana twist her body again.

"This is the best you can be now. I can't appreciate the kind of skinny people who are just bones."

Even as the conversation became more lively, Ginjō still did not let go of her thighs.

Caressing, kneading, letting your fingers slide all over it, tasting the skin beneath the stockings.

Ginjo Sosuke's hand began to spread upwards as if out of control.

Kana Kobayakawa paused and looked at him for a second, her face flushed even deeper, and then she suddenly turned her head away, as if giving some kind of permission.

Ginjo would naturally not miss such an opportunity, and his crawling hand slowly moved forward until——

"uh-huh..."

Kana Kobayakawa couldn't help but let out a groan.

"Still... stop... Sosuke..."

She slowly began to make seductive sounds, then grabbed Ginjo's hand, begging him to stop.

"Why? Can't I?"

Ginjo Sousuke frowned and asked in confusion.

"It's not impossible...it's just..."

"It's just...if this continues...I'm going to die..."

"Don't make me so anxious anymore..."

Kana Kobayakawa's face flushed, her breathing became rapid, her eyes became moist, and she spoke to Ginjo embarrassedly.

As she spoke, she had already taken off her suit jacket and leaned forward with her whole body.

Without the outermost layer of restraint, the curves of the white shirt become even more magnificent.

Ginjo Sousuke understood what she meant and kissed her tender lips.

Then he picked her up, strode forward, and threw her onto the soft big bed...

......

About an hour later, the room returned to its previous calm.

"Huh...huh..."

"How long have we not seen each other? Why does it seem like Sosuke has become so much stronger..."

Kana Kobayakawa said while panting, and raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, with a sense of disbelief in her tone.

"Really? I don't really care. Maybe it's the result of training in the swimming pool every day."

Ginjo Sousuke said as he stroked her face.

The intensity of recent training is indeed very high, but the most important reason is that she has not been able to try out her new skills after awakening.

The improvement brought by the Divine Waist and Abdomen is all-round, not just in terms of strength and speed, but more importantly, the shocking feeling.