Tokyo: Am I the only male tenant?

Still, Imai Natsuka held onto Ginjō's arm tightly, as if this was some kind of once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that she didn't want to miss.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on them, slowly casting a layer of golden halo on them. The shadows of the two people gradually merged together, and they could no longer be distinguished from each other.

"I'm finally home. I don't know how many kilometers I walked today."

Yincheng felt that he hadn't walked so much in a long time, and as soon as he returned to the room, he sat down on the sofa.

"Thank you for your hard work, Sosuke. I'll massage your legs for you later."

Natsuka Imai was a completely different person from when she came to the room to put her luggage in the morning.

"Phew, I'm sweating a lot. I want to take a shower first. Where is the bathroom?"

She fanned herself with her hands and asked Ginjo...

Chapter 361 Did you peek?

"Ah, the bathroom is over there, it's just..."

Ginjo Sousuke raised his hand to show her the location of the bathroom, then stopped mid-sentence.

"Just what?"

Natsuka Imai asked curiously.

"It's just... I don't have a special changing room here... You may need to change your clothes before going in to wash."

This is just a single-person apartment in Gincheng, and it is completely incomparable to the luxurious configuration of Lisa Shiraishi's home.

"alright, I got it."

Natsuka Imai's answer was unexpectedly calm.

I didn't hold my hands over my chest and cry out, "Huh? What should I do?", nor did I feel shy and at a loss.

She just squatted on the floor as if nothing had happened, opened her suitcase and began to look for clothes that she would change into later.

This unexpected reaction made Yincheng feel that it was not so simple. Didn't she ever suspect that he had any ill intentions?

Just talking about changing clothes, you can just go to the bedroom or the bathroom, right?

Since Yincheng lived alone, he was always used to throwing all his clothes into the washing machine before taking a shower, so he blurted out that to her.

But she didn't seem to have any doubts and accepted Yincheng's suggestion.

"I'm going to undress now, do you want to move somewhere else?"

Imai Natsuka held two sets of clothes that she would change into soon in her hands, then lowered her head and asked Ginjo softly.

"You can see that this place is so small. Where else can we go?"

Although the size of the room is limited, there are still places where you can hide temporarily. The simplest thing is to just stay in the bedroom for a while.

But he was too lazy to move even a step. He was already a little tired after walking for a whole day.

Well, this excuse sounds far-fetched. He just doesn't want to miss the beautiful scene that is about to happen. It's that simple.

"Then...then just close your eyes..."

Natsuka Imai looked around the room, as if to verify Ginjo's words, but this series of actions seemed more like a formality.

Even the words that asked him to close his eyes were automatically translated into "You will regret it if you don't look at it" when Ginjō heard them.

Ginjo Sousuke nodded, leaned back on the sofa and slowly lowered his eyelids halfway.

No matter what, she still has to pretend, so that she won't feel so much psychological pressure when changing clothes.

Natsuka Imai took a deep breath and started changing clothes not far from Ginjo.

The tight shorts were the first to be taken off, and the thin black fabric covering the hips and the slender and tight thighs immediately caught the eye.

However, the upper part is undoubtedly more eye-catching than the lower part.

Her T-shirt was only lifted halfway, revealing a gift from heaven that was filled with surprising presence and weight.

Although they had not yet escaped from the restraints, the pair of treasures still rose and fell violently in coordination with her movements under the pull of gravity.

The feeling is that if you move it slightly, the entire front end will be visible.

Natsuka Imai can be considered a typical example of a stunning beauty when she takes off her clothes. Her well-proportioned figure and full bust make her look even more attractive than when she is dressed.

If it's too small, it'll feel like something is missing.

If it's too big, it will steal the show from the underwear.

Her natural fullness strikes a perfect balance between the two, and for men, it's simply the ideal size.

"You must have peeked?"

After throwing the T-shirt into the suitcase, Natsuka Imai held her hands to her chest and spoke softly.

Her legs were also brought together, and the words "tense" and "restrained" seemed to appear on the left and right sides of her delicate feet.

"What are you talking about, Xiahua?"

Ginjo Sousuke answered her while pretending to be calm.

"Really? Even if you're pretending, you should pretend to be more convincing. Your eyes aren't even completely closed."

Natsuka Imai bit her lower lip tightly, and the look in her eyes was not filled with anger, but more like a helpless feeling that made her want to laugh.

"Did you find out? Well, there's nothing I can do about it. It's actually quite tiring to keep my eyes half open like this."

Ginjo took the opportunity to open his eyes wide. He knew that since Imai Natsuka was changing clothes here, it meant that she was tacitly consenting to his peeking.

Imai Natsuka mustered up the courage to raise her head, and just happened to meet Ginjo's burning gaze.

He was really calm and didn't seem panicked at all. He must have been used to this kind of situation.

What should I do next? Should I continue to take off my clothes? I only have the last two pieces of clothing left on me.

Are his eyes too wide? If he is so interested, he should be satisfied with his body, right?

Natsuka Imai's mind was in a mess and she couldn't stop talking to herself.

It was the first time for her to stand in front of a boy wearing so little!

She tried to move her hands away from her chest, but they seemed to be completely out of her control and still stuck there firmly.

Her legs began to tremble, and she was afraid that if this continued she would collapse to the ground by accident.

He maintains a fierce appearance, but now he is as flustered as a child.

Imai Natsuka was a little disappointed in herself, but what could she do? After all, she was just an inexperienced young girl.

"Are you okay, Xiahua?"

Seeing her standing there without saying a word, Yincheng slowly stood up and prepared to go over to see what was going on.

"Ah, it's okay, I'm going to take a shower first!"

Only then did Natsuka Imai come to her senses, turned around and went into the bathroom.

This matter is really not as simple as I thought. I'd better hide here and take a good bath.

While thinking silently in her heart, she turned on the shower head.

Listening to the sound of running water in the bathroom, Ginjo couldn't help but glance at the clothes that Imai Natsuka had just taken off and thrown on the suitcase.

Having taken off her black disguise, she now appears in her bathroom in her most original form.

The two people who were at loggerheads when they first met in the morning are now gently separated from each other by only an old glass door.

Ginjo Sosuke went to the refrigerator and took out a can of happy water, then sat back on the sofa.

He imagined in his mind what would happen after she took a shower, but soon he shook his head and smiled after taking a big gulp of his drink.

Since it has developed to this point, why think too much, can't we just let it happen naturally? Things that come naturally do not need too much intervention.

About twenty minutes later, Natsuka Imai opened the bathroom door, poked her head out and looked at Ginjō with tender eyes.

"What's wrong, Xiahua, do you need me to get you something?"

Ginjo remembered that he had already prepared a bath towel and other things for her.

"No, nothing. I'm going out now."

As if making some kind of foreshadowing, Natsuka Imai took a deep breath and slowly walked out.

Although it was mixed with some white mist, the scene in front of him still made Ginjo's eyes widen.

She was wearing a nightgown that was very revealing and looked like a light blue dress.

The chest of the dress was open and the material was thin and light, and if you looked closely you could see through the underwear.

The skirt is short enough, and a pair of long, tender and tight legs are exposed to the air without reservation.

Why is this dress so provocative?!

This shouldn't have been something she prepared in advance, or does it mean that all girls have such a cool and attractive summer pajamas?

Natsuka Imai leaned about half a step in place, feeling a little embarrassed and put her index finger on her lips.

The other hand was pinching the lapel, slightly revealing one side of the collarbone.

These seemingly normal and even a little nervous actions seemed like provocations in Yincheng's eyes.

"Sure enough... this pajamas is a bit too much..."

Imai Natsuka lowered her eyebrows and eyes, and said as if it was the final conclusion.

Too much?

What's too much?

This transparent pajamas is perfect in every aspect.

"Not at all. I think Xiahua looks very beautiful in it."

Ignoring the confused Imai Natsuka, Ginjō continued speaking in a voice full of interest.

He got up from the sofa and walked towards Natsuka Imai.

Slowly, the footsteps made little sound.

"Actually, Xia Hua doesn't always act so scary. You're cute like this now."