Tokyo: Am I the only male tenant?

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At this point, with both of them in this situation, it was impossible for her to back down.

The long-lost feeling she had in the pool storage room a few hours ago has been lingering on her mind until now.

And a more direct opportunity now lies before her.

Although Tomoko Matsumoto is now very clear that this incident was completely manipulated by Sachiko behind the scenes.

Then she must not let her daughter down, right?

Really... How much does that child despise his mother...

I still need to help arrange this kind of thing...

To show her that I am a mature, expressive woman.

Matsumoto Tomoko lifted her tight and plump legs and gently stepped into the bathtub where Ginjo was...

Chapter 336: Splashing Water in the Bathtub

The chance encounter with Ginjo in the bathroom wasn't a big deal in itself.

After all, the two of them had already been honest with each other countless times.

Just thinking that it was her daughter who secretly planned this matter, Matsumoto Tomoko felt an indelible sense of shame lingering around her.

Although Sachiko was not present, she still felt as if her every move was exposed to her daughter's plan.

That kid must be snickering in some corner right now because his trick worked, right?

No, I have to ignore it as if nothing happened!

Now is the time for you to show the calmness and tolerance of a mature woman!

On the beaches and woods of Okinawa, Ginjo and I had already experienced outdoor pleasure.

So this kind of mixed bathing is not worth mentioning at all.

You should take your time and relax while taking a bath with the boy you like. This is how adults should deal with it.

Then when you come out of the bath and see Sachiko, you have to put on an attitude of "Oh, since Sosuke-kun is here, I'm taking a bath with him. Is there any problem with that?"

The moment Tomoko Matsumoto stepped into the bathtub, all kinds of thoughts popped up in her mind as if a storm had blown up.

But after the mixed bathing really started, the feeling of shame that she had just forcibly dispelled came back again.

The wife looked around anxiously, perhaps she was still worried that her daughter might be spying on her from somewhere?

"What are you looking at, Sister Tomoko?"

After his wife entered the bathtub, Yincheng sat down as well.

"Ah, nothing. No, but this hot spring is really comfortable."

As Matsumoto Tomoko spoke, she slowly immersed her body in the water.

"Yeah, it's very comfortable, so Sister Tomoko, just focus on soaking in the hot spring and stop worrying about Sachiko."

Yincheng saw through his wife's thoughts at a glance.

"Huh? Was I that obvious?"

Matsumoto Tomoko asked embarrassedly.

"Of course, it's like a kid who is doing something bad secretly and is afraid of being discovered by his parents."

Ginjo looked at her with a slightly flirtatious smile.

"That's not the case. It's just mixed bathing. I don't take it seriously at all."

After hearing what Ginjo said, Matsumoto Tomoko felt as if her and her daughter's identities had been reversed.

But after thinking about it carefully, she felt that what Yincheng said did make sense, but she didn't want to admit it, so she kept pretending to be strong.

"Is that so? Then what is Sister Tomoko doing with the towel?"

Yincheng leaned comfortably on the edge of the bathtub, and his eyes became a little blurry as he was fumigated by the rising mist.

The square cypress family bath is quite crowded for two people to bathe in.

It’s so crowded, much more crowded than I imagined.

Tomoko Matsumoto and Sosuke Ginjo were lying in the corners at both ends of the diagonal line.

As Ginjo said, the lady was still covering the front of her body with a towel.

Bringing a towel to a hot spring bath might be against etiquette, but since this was a private bath, she didn't think too much about it. However, Ginjo soon discovered this.

It would be strange if he was not discovered. After all, the place where his eyes were focused was exactly the small and narrow area now covered by the towel, right?

Unlike her, Ginjo didn't have these things that got in the way.

When he stood up to greet her just now, Matsumoto Tomoko had already carefully confirmed it, and it took her quite a long time to confirm it.

In fact, the wife did this purely for psychological comfort due to her shame. It is quite difficult to cover all noticeable parts with a towel in a small bathtub.

Moreover, the wet towel will stick tightly to the body after absorbing water, making the body contour clearly visible.

That picture seems more suggestive than when there is no towel.

"Eh? This? I just picked it up and forgot to throw it away..."

After hearing what Ginjo said, Matsumoto Tomoko took a deep breath, still trying hard to show the composure of a mature woman, and then gently threw the towel out of the bathtub.

"very good."

Ginjo didn't take any action immediately, but just responded to her with two words lightly.

The relaxed smile on his face only made his wife more eager.

'Isn't this child anxious at all?'

'Why can he be so calm with me?'

Matsumoto Tomoko thought that Ginjo would devour her like a hungry tiger, but in the end he just lay there quietly as if nothing had changed.

anyway.

I once told him that I felt he was timid sometimes, but in the end, I was the one who took the initiative to ask for mixed bathing?

And now facing such a calm boy, why am I the first one to get anxious...

I really hope he can take the initiative to do something, otherwise...

Maybe, I am the one who is trembling...

Tomoko Matsumoto's heart was constantly hit by waves of heat, and her breathing gradually became rapid.

Just when the wife was doubting herself, Yincheng finally took action under her scorching gaze.

He slowly stretched out his long legs that had been folded together, and then touched his wife's skin little by little.

There was no change in his expression, as if everything here was under his control.

"Sousuke-kun... your legs... seem to be very crowded..."

Tomoko Matsumoto suppressed the cat-scratching commotion in her heart and spoke softly.

"It's okay. I think Sister Tomoko is too restrained. Can you stretch your legs a little closer?"

Yincheng's magnetic voice penetrated the mist and rushed straight into the wife's ears.

"In that case..."

Tomoko Matsumoto nodded, no longer polite, and slowly stretched her beautiful legs forward.

The two people's legs intertwined back and forth as if testing each other, and finally the wife folded her legs over Ginjo's legs.

It was just two pairs of bare legs touching each other, but Matsumoto Tomoko felt as if an electric current was running through her body, and her heart began to beat wildly.

"See, isn't this much more comfortable?"

"Yeah, yeah."

The lady tried hard to pretend to be calm and responded to Ginjō absentmindedly.

She noticed that Ginjo's eyes were now focused on her legs.

"What's wrong, Sousuke-kun? Are my legs too heavy?"

"How could that be? I was just thinking that Sister Tomoko's legs are so beautiful too."

"Really? Why are you complimenting me again, Sosuke-kun?"

"This is from the bottom of my heart..."

"My legs are not pretty at all... and my thighs are a bit thick..."

"Tomoko-sister's legs aren't thick, they're just the right amount of flesh."

"Oh, don't say the word meat!"

Matsumoto Tomoko covered her face in embarrassment.