Tokyo: Am I the only male tenant?

Thinking of Tomoko Matsumoto's enthusiastic invitation and that it was also his first visit, Sosuke Ginjo prepared to go out and buy some small gifts for Mrs. Matsumoto.

If I remember correctly, there was a Japanese confectionery shop on the way to the apartment.

In the evening of April, the sun has begun to set in the west. A breeze blows, mixed with a few cherry blossom petals. A city atmosphere mixed with elegant floral fragrance makes Yincheng stop.

Is this Tokyo? It's completely different from the salty sea breeze in my hometown fishing village.

Following the direction in his memory, Sosuke Ginjo quickly found the Japanese confectionery shop. The old-fashioned decoration that didn't quite match the era showed that it had been in business for many years.

I quickly selected a small box of Japanese sweets, and the proprietress packed it very carefully.

It was just past 6 o'clock when I arrived at the door of Matsumoto Tomoko's room. I knocked twice gently and the door opened quickly.

Tomoko Matsumoto has changed into a loose white suspender nightgown with a blue floral apron hanging around her neck.

The rise and fall of her chest made the apron look a little small. Her half-exposed white legs were plump and round.

"Please come in, Ginjo-kun. Dinner will be ready soon."

Matsumoto Tomoko took the gift brought by Ginjo with a smile.

For a moment, Ginjo Sosuke felt that Mrs. Matsumoto was shrouded in a layer of maternal aura.

Yincheng, whose parents died early, was raised by his grandfather. He had never experienced such a mature and gentle female feeling.

"Please take a seat, Ginjo-kun. I'll get you some tea."

Ginjo Sousuke sat casually on the sofa and looked around. The whole room was arranged in an orderly manner, warm and tidy. It was obviously the work of a thoughtful hostess.

Tomoko Matsumoto came out of the kitchen carrying a glass teapot, picked up the teacup on the table, bent down, and poured a cup for Sousuke Ginjo.

The neckline of the loose nightgown was very wide, and the spring scenery was exposed when she lowered her body. The milky white skin and the black fabric formed a strong visual contrast.

The words rich and generous flashed through Yincheng's mind.

"Ginjo-kun, try this. This is the black tea I brewed myself. It tastes very good."

Ginjo Sosuke picked up the teacup, and wisps of white smoke with an intoxicating aroma wafted towards him. He took a sip and immediately felt relaxed all over.

"It's very delicious, Mrs. Matsumoto, this is the best black tea I have ever tasted in my life." Ginjo Sosuke also praised it generously.

"As long as you like it, please drink more. I'll bring out dinner."

Tomoko Matsumoto turned and went into the kitchen. Perhaps because of the heat from the tea, a barely noticeable blush appeared on her face.

Soon, Tomoko Matsumoto came out with a tray.

Oyakodon, fried vegetable tempura, a few side dishes, miso soup. The table was filled with bowls and plates of all sizes.

"Please try it, Ginjo-kun." Matsumoto Tomoko put the apron she took off aside and sat opposite Ginjo.

"You're welcome then. I'll start eating." Ginjo Sosuke clasped his hands together and began to taste the delicacies on the table.

Oyakodon, this is a food that Sosuke Ginjo has seen on TV but has never tasted before.

You have to know that in the fishing village where he was born and raised, all kinds of seafood almost always dominate the dining table, and he rarely has the opportunity to try other kinds of food.

Tender chicken, smooth egg liquid, onions that melt in your mouth, delicious yet sweet, a perfect blend of maturity and youth.

"It's delicious, Mrs. Matsumoto. This is my first time trying Oyakodon." Ginjo exclaimed between bites of rice.

"That's great, Ginjo-kun. I heard you came from Hokkaido. I was worried that the food here would make you uncomfortable."

The corners of Matsumoto Tomoko's brows, which were a little nervous just now, naturally relaxed, and there was an indescribable joy on her face.

"You know, Ginjo-kun, watching the food you make being eaten is the greatest happiness for a cook."

"But Mrs. Matsumoto's cooking is so delicious. By the way, you can just call me Sosuke from now on."

"Okay, So...Sosuke." Matsumoto Tomoko's voice seemed a little softer than before.

"Then you can just call me Tomoko from now on." After saying that, she turned her head slightly to the side a little embarrassedly.

"Okay, Sister Tomoko." Ginjo's answer was cheerful and happy.

The yellowish light in the restaurant shone on the boy's profile, his three-dimensional facial features and perfect curves, as if he was a piece of art under the spotlight of an art gallery.

Matsumoto Tomoko was a little dazed for a moment.

"Eat more, Sosuke. Boys of this age are in the growth stage."

In fact, when the meal was first served on the table, Sosuke Ginjo discovered that his bowl was much larger than Tomoko Matsumoto's.

The beautiful woman also started eating with her chopsticks, her rosy lips opening and closing, looking so charming and tempting.

"Sousuke can always come to my place for meals from now on."

"Really? Then I'll pay for the meal."

Sosuke Ginjo has been conquered by the table full of delicious food. He was originally worried about cooking after living alone, but he didn't expect to have a godsend opportunity. Even if he has to pay some meal fees, it is worth it.

"You don't have to pay for the meal, Sosuke. I'm already very satisfied that you can come and eat with me. After my daughter went to college, she had to eat alone and she always felt depressed. If there are two of us, I will be more motivated to cook."

"And..." Matsumoto Tomoko paused, and the blush that had just faded away from her face reappeared.

"And I might need Sousuke's help in the future. After all, there are some things that boys can do more easily."

"Something boys do?"

"It's probably something like unclogging the drain or trimming the weeds. Anyway, it can't be anything complicated. Compared to a long-term meal ticket, it's nothing."

Ginjo Sousuke thought so and replied, "No problem, Sister Tomoko. Just let me know if you need any help in the future."

Assisting the lady can earn you free meal tickets, and there will also be additional rewards from the system. It's like killing two birds with one stone, so why not do it?

Seeing that Ginjo agreed, Matsumoto Tomoko smiled happily, and the rise and fall of her chest became a little rapid, and her suspender nightgown moved up and down with the bulge.

"Speaking of boys, Sousuke, you are the only male tenant in this apartment building."

Matsumoto Tomoko's words surprised Ginjo. Although the apartment was not big, it only had three floors. Including the one where Mrs. Matsumoto lived, there were only 9 rooms.

But is he the only male tenant? Is this a bit of a coincidence?

"Am I the only one?" Ginjo asked.

"Yes, the last resident of Sosuke's room was also a girl, so I'm very happy that Sosuke's arrival has added a different feeling to the atmosphere of the apartment."

A touch of green amidst thousands of flowers? Matsumoto Tomoko's words about needing help from boys just now seemed to have a hidden meaning.

If I were a social animal in my previous life, I might have thought that I would gain weight. But now I am a young, energetic, muscular male college student, so more physical work is definitely not a problem for me.

Chapter 3 Apartment Manager Matsumoto Tomoko

After finishing the remaining miso soup, the whole table was cleared.

Ginjo Sosuke's stomach was greatly satisfied, and the fatigue caused by the move was also greatly reduced.

When Tomoko Matsumoto saw the table full of empty plates, she felt that her work was fully recognized and was very happy.

"Sousuke, sit down and rest for a while. I'll go cut some fruit." As he said this, he prepared to clear the plates.

"Sister Tomoko, let me help too."

Ginjo Sousuke reached out to grab the plate and happened to hold it in Matsumoto Tomoko's hand.

The slender white fingers, the warm and soft touch, are like ripe fruit.

He could feel Matsumoto Tomoko's hand tremble slightly, but she did not pull it away immediately.

After a few seconds, Matsumoto Tomoko slowly took her hand away.

"Sousuke, you don't have to be so polite. You will have to come to eat often in the future. It's not good to be so polite all the time. Just sit there and rest. You are tired after moving all day."

Ginjo Sousuke no longer refused and sat down on the sofa beside him.

The soft touch on his hand was still there, and he couldn't help but start to daydream. For some reason, the first thing that came to his mind was some yellow waste?

Stop, Ginjo Sousuke! You are a pure and honest boy.

It must have been a coincidence that I held my wife's hand just now! It must be, it should be, maybe it is...

Matsumoto Tomoko cleared the plates and returned to the kitchen. Her walking posture seemed a little unnatural, as if a dry field had been irrigated again.

After a while, Matsumoto Tomoko brought out a plate of cut fruits, as well as the gifts and fruits that Ginjo had brought when he came to visit.

Tomoko Matsumoto also sat on the sofa. The narrow sofa was a little concave in the middle due to the weight of two people.

Before they knew it, the distance between them became negligible.

Ginjo Sosuke gently placed his hand on the thigh that was pressed against him. He couldn't explain why, it was just an instinctive action.

Thinking back to my past life experiences, I searched my entire brain and found nothing like this. No matter how wonderful the film or TV show is, it is not as exciting as practicing it in person.

Yincheng turned his head to look at the beautiful woman beside him, with no expression on his face.

Her delicate hands gently gathered the hair hanging by her ears, only deepening the blush a little, making her look even more charming.

Matsumoto Tomoko quietly felt the touch of the palm. Is this the palm of a young and energetic male college student? It was strong, rough, and a little flustered.

I don't know how long it has been since I last felt this way.

Hold your breath and savor it carefully.

Time can slow down a little bit, hands can...

After dinner, the two of them were obviously no longer as reserved as when they first met in the afternoon. They chatted and laughed while enjoying the dessert.

"What are your plans for the future, Ginjo-kun?" Matsumoto Tomoko asked casually.

"The transfer procedures have been completed, and I can report to the new school on Monday. During the weekend, I want to find a part-time job as soon as possible."

The cash I brought from home was only enough to cover the rent for the first three months, and I had to rely on myself for living expenses after that.

Although there are system rewards, I have heard about the prices in Tokyo, so finding a part-time job is a top priority.

"If you want a part-time job, you can ask Mrs. Kobayakawa. Maybe she can help you."

"Mrs. Kobayakawa?"

"Mrs. Kobayakawa is also a tenant here. She has lived here for a year. I heard that she moved to Tokyo alone after her divorce. She is now the manager of a convenience store, the one I mentioned to Sosuke this afternoon."

"Convenience stores will probably need part-time college students."

In Tokyo, convenience stores are definitely the first choice for college students to work part-time. It would be much more convenient if the store manager is your neighbor.

"Thank you, Sister Tomoko. I'll go to the convenience store tomorrow to take a look."