Tokyo: Am I the only male tenant?

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But at the same time, Tomoko Matsumoto felt more of an inexplicable excitement in her heart.

The air around them was so sweet that it seemed to be solidifying at any moment, and a war was about to break out.

"Sister Tomoko."

Breaking the brief silence, Yincheng suddenly called out his wife's name in a rough voice.

He leaned forward slightly, and his face was already red from the heat.

"What, what's wrong, Sousuke-kun?"

"can we start?"

“I seem to have reached my limit.”

"limit..."

Um, limit? What is reaching its limit?

Let's analyze the situation from a slightly more objective perspective.

A man and a woman are facing each other in this posture in the bathtub.

The boy's face was flushed and his breathing was rapid. In short, he looked desperate and serious.

In this situation, the limit he mentioned can only represent that one thing, right?

It is natural that young and energetic men will turn into wild beasts.

Ah, it's all my fault.

It's all my fault for deciding to have mixed bathing on impulse, which resulted in Sosuke-kun suffering.

He must have been patient for a long time, right?

We are men and women, right?

"Of course... But at least wait until I lock the door..."

In the last few seconds that her brain could remain calm, Tomoko Matsumoto subconsciously thought of the bathroom door that was still open.

Even if my daughter schemed to meet him at the family bathhouse or Ginjo, it would be nothing more than a little awkward.

But if my daughter were to catch me and Ginjo interacting, I would die of shame.

Tomoko Matsumoto quickly jumped out of the bathtub, no longer worrying about the towel that fell on the ground, but ran directly to the door, locked it from the inside, and seized every second to return.

By the time she had everything ready, Ginjo was already standing in the bathtub, eager to try.

She didn’t know if it was her illusion, but she felt that he was more energetic than before.

Tomoko Matsumoto returned to the water and knelt naturally at the bottom of the bathtub.

The long-lost delicacy finally came within her reach. The wife couldn't help but tremble her neck and swallowed a big mouthful of saliva.

The bright moonlight spread over the secret yard surrounded by a fence, and ripples appeared on the surface of the bathtub from time to time.

There seemed to be the sound of a passenger ship passing by on the sea in the distance, and the lingering flute sounds were charming and melodious.

Greedily tasting the delicacies, Tomoko Matsumoto showed an expression of enjoyment.

At this time, Yincheng just gave her a gentle look, and the lady stood up knowingly, supporting herself on the edge of the bathtub with her hands.

The stone slabs laid out around it gradually began to cast overlapping shadows in the moonlight.

The originally calm water surface began to churn with violent splashes.

The rising white mist made the two selfless souls even more ethereal and indulgent.

Maybe it was because I soaked in the hot spring for too long, coupled with the huge physical exertion.

Tomoko Matsumoto's body temperature rose rapidly, and in the end she felt dizzy.

After barely leaving the joyful yet embarrassing family bath, the wife lay down in the room to rest.

Although I didn't feel dizzy, I was almost there.

My body is hot and my head is a little dizzy.

So amazing.

Matsumoto Tomoko felt that after not seeing Ginjo for a while, his skills had become more and more amazing.

The flushed face soaking in the bathtub is several times more attractive than usual.

Then, when he was soaked in water and full of energy, people could deeply appreciate the beauty of youth.

Coupled with the immoral feeling of being discovered by her daughter at any time, every nerve in the wife's body was excited to the extreme.

As she licked the corner of her lips and savored the taste, she suddenly felt very thirsty.

After all, exercising in high temperatures consumes a lot of water.

"Would you like something to drink, Sousuke-kun? I'm going to go get some drinks."

Matsumoto Tomoko asked Ginjō who was lying leisurely beside her.

"Well, let's have Coke. It's best if it's almost frozen."

Ginjo answered lazily.

At times like this, what could be better than a glass of iced happy water to restore your energy?

"Okay, wait a moment, I'll be right back."

The wife put on her bathrobe and left the room.

"Oh my, Sousuke, what's wrong with you?"

Just as Ginjo was enjoying the comfort after his release alone, Matsumoto Sachiko came back.

She noticed Ginjo lying down and came over to sit next to him.

"You look so tired."

There was a playful smile on Matsumoto Sachiko's face that had an ambiguous meaning.

"Don't you think about who did it?"

Ginjo Sousuke said to her with narrowed eyes.

"Ahaha, looking at you like this, it seems that you are having a lot of fun with this pink super lucky accident that I created."

She put on a carefree smile and confessed her behavior without a care in the world.

"Did you meet by chance? Even if you only touched my mother's body for a moment, the destructive power is still very strong, right?"

It seems that as a daughter, she understands her wife's mature charm very well.

"Yes."

Ginjo opened his eyes slightly and looked at her. From what he heard from Matsumoto Sachiko's words, it seemed that her battle plan was just to let the two of them meet by chance.

I go into the bathroom first, then my wife comes in, and it ends after the two of us meet.

She probably never dreamed that things would develop into mixed bathing and something even more intense.

In that case, Ginjo thought there was no need to explain the truth to her.

It seems that her ideas are still too immature. How can the relationship between a man and a woman who meet in that state end so hastily?

"So, where's mom?"

Matsumoto Sachiko looked around and then asked.

"Tomoko-sister went to buy some drinks."

Ginjo answered her casually.

"Hmm, so that's how it is. I thought I could interrogate my bewildered mother right away~"

She sounded disappointed.

"Hey, why do you take pleasure in this way?"

Although he was the direct beneficiary of this prank, Ginjo still wanted to ask her what she was thinking.

"Haha, so what? First of all, I'm trying to help you improve your relationship, so you should thank me."

"Secondly, since my mother had been hiding this from me, I caught her off guard this time, which can be considered a small punishment for her~"

"I thought she and I always talked about everything..."

After Matsumoto Sachiko finished speaking, she looked up at Ginjō. In her eyes, besides the pride of having succeeded in her conspiracy, there seemed to be a hint of barely perceptible loneliness.

"I see..."

"Hey, Sousuke..."

Perhaps she was deliberately ignoring Ginjō's words, Matsumoto Sachiko interrupted.

"Lift your head a little."

"Well, what are you looking up for?"

Although he felt confused, Ginjō still followed her instructions for the time being.

"That's right, that's right, raise it a little higher, um, that's enough~"

Matsumoto Sachiko slid her legs under Ginjo's raised head.

Ginjo's head just lay on her thighs.

"What are you doing?"

"Huh? This is a knee pillow."

Matsumoto Sachiko looked down at Ginjō who was lying on her lap with a playful expression.