Tokyo: Am I the only male tenant?

Thinking back, before today, their only interaction was limited to that brief trip to the beach. Was it a bit of an overstep to ask this?

"Well, of course I will. I don't want any girl to feel slighted, so I always give it my all..."

Ginjo Sousuke has always been very frank about this matter.

"I thought I was a little bit special..."

Although she knew she shouldn't say that, Imai Natsuka couldn't help but compare herself with others.

After she finished speaking, she heard a small sigh from behind her. She thought she had messed up something, so she quickly turned around to face Ginjo.

The result was not what she expected. Ginjo just smiled and met her gaze.

"In this state, isn't Xia Hua's words too cunning?"

Ginjo Sosuke hugged her tightly, and their body temperatures quickly merged together.

The feeling of happiness pressing on her chest made Natsuka Imai smile as well.

"Let me give you some special treatment now."

Ginjo Sosuke whispered softly, pressed his lips against hers, and then opened his arms as if seeking a hug.

As the bed springs creaked, Imai Natsuka's soft body began to shake.

The mere lack of harness support has resulted in such a huge change; one can even feel their weight and softness from the way they shake.

Ginjo held her body tightly, and Imai Natsuka also held it tightly, as if she wanted to engrave the touch of her body on Ginjo's, and she put as much force as possible on the hands around his back.

The more he was in this state, the more sensitive Ginjo's sense of touch became. The softness of Imai Natsuka, the bumps and depressions of her ribs, the rhythm of her breathing, all of these seemed to be imprinted on his skin.

Although the exact time was not recorded, Ginjo felt based on his experience that about forty minutes had passed.

After the baptism of her first battle, Natsuka Imai has become much more skilled.

Women's strong adaptability is also fully demonstrated in this matter.

And perhaps because it was her first time at this, she was extremely excited, and the surge of adrenaline made her forget all the tiredness of the day.

Now, Natsuka Imai held her chin with her hand and thought for a while, then walked to Ginjō who was sitting on the bed and knelt on the floor.

"Well, I think I said I would give you a leg massage~"

"Uh... it should be pressed like this... right?"

She placed her hand somewhat clumsily on Ginjo's calf and began to rub it gently.

His legs looked slender and long, but unexpectedly they felt so strong to the touch, and seemed hard even without any strength.

Is this the athlete who has undergone long-term training? No wonder he was able to pedal so easily just now...

Natsuka Imai opened and closed her fingers while muttering silently in her heart.

"You actually gave me a massage. I thought you were just kidding."

Ginjo lowered his head slightly. He never thought that Imai Natsuka would kneel in front of him in such a state.

"I am a woman who keeps my word. Besides, this is to reward you for spending the whole day with me."

"You haven't complained once, that's really rare."

Natsuka Imai might be afraid that she couldn't control the strength well, so her kneading movements seemed a little cautious.

"Although I really want to thank you, but..."

Ginjo seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

"But what?"

Natsuka Imai raised her head, her eyes filled with biting heat against the backdrop of her hot body.

"But you act like a little sister who obeys my orders, haha."

Ginjo Sousuke couldn't help but laugh.

"That's not what you said. I just promised you, and I just have nothing to do now..."

Natsuka Imai pouted her lips, but her hands did not stop moving at all.

"Xia Hua, press harder."

"As ordered."

"It's definitely my little sister."

"Oh, that's annoying. You're taking advantage of me again."

Natsuka Imai stood up suddenly and pushed Ginjo down on the bed.

"I'd better not give you any more massages. Your lower limbs are so strong that you won't have any muscle soreness problems."

She then laid on Ginjo's chest and said coquettishly.

"How do you know I have strong lower body strength?"

"Of course it's because..."

Natsuka Imai found that she had been tricked again. She covered her face with her hands and turned to the side in embarrassment.

"In fact, Xia Hua's lower limb strength is also good. She can squat up and down for a long time..."

Seeing her shy look, Yincheng became even more interested and leaned over to whisper in her ear.

"Hey, stop talking, Sousuke!"

Natsuka Imai was slowly forced into a corner of the bed, with no way to escape.

Yincheng imitated what she had done just now and began to gently massage her calves.

The only difference is that Yincheng had already activated the finger enchantment skill a few seconds ago.

Now his hands were more than just a massage. After casting the spell, they were more like some kind of electric tool, transmitting electricity into her body bit by bit.

"Huh? Uh-huh~ah!"

Natsuka Imai leaned half of her body against the wall, her face full of disbelief.

It’s the same massage, why is his technique so powerful?

No, this is not just a matter of technique, it feels like...

Natsuka Imai once again took the initiative and flipped over to Ginjo.

"You just said that my lower body strength is pretty good, right? Then let's verify it again, Sousuke!"

After making the above declaration with a beaming face, she started the next round of lower limb rehabilitation exercises.

"Hey, Xia Hua, go get me a can of Coke."

Ginjo patted Imai Natsuka who was lying there lazily.

"You really seem to treat me as your little sister."

She slowly turned over and spoke with a dazed look in her eyes.

"Haha, it's a rare opportunity to have this kind of experience, so of course I have to seize the opportunity to enjoy it."

Perhaps only moments like this could make Natsuka Imai, who usually seems to have a hot temper and is full of hot blood, so obedient to me.

"Okay, okay, since you've been working so hard, I won't bother with you."

Natsuka Imai leaned over and kissed Ginjo on the face, then staggered off the bed.

“Is one can enough?”

She turned around and asked when she was almost at the door.

"I'd better take two cans."

Ginjo sat up against the back of the bed and answered her casually.

"Eh? Are you that thirsty?"

"Of course, I must drink a lot of water."

"Ah! Stop saying those weird things!"

Natsuka Imai clamped her legs together and ran to the kitchen.

Bang.

The sound of a can being opened soon came from the bedroom.

Ginjo gulped down the cool dark brown liquid, and the pleasure brought by the carbonic acid rush quickly rushed to the top of his head.

He handed another can of Coke to Natsuka Imai, but she shook her head and pushed it away.

It seems that compared to these cool and stimulating things, they still prefer hot and spicy fluids that can fill their whole body.

"It's a pity that I can only stay at your place for one night, Sousuke."

The passion faded, and Natsuka Imai leaned on Ginjo's shoulder and spoke somewhat dejectedly.

"Don't be so sad, Midorikawa isn't too far away, maybe we'll see each other often in the future."

Ginjo casually played with her hair, and some new black hair had already appeared on her blond head.

"Are you trying to comfort me by saying this? Although I have no experience in this area, I have heard of many cases of couples who can only be together for one night."

Natsuka Imai's voice came from a very close distance, but it unexpectedly gave people a vague feeling.

"Do you think my tone is to comfort you? Saying this seems to be an apology for my all-out effort just now."

Ginjo Sousuke stretched out his finger and tapped her forehead, speaking seriously.

"Don't you think we just had a great cooperation? How can such a wonderful feeling be enough for just one night?"

"Sosuke..."

Ginjo's questions had an irresistible power. Imai Natsuka called his name softly and hugged him tighter.

It is now pitch black outside the window, with stars dotting the deep night sky. The night view of the city appears hazy and poetic under the moonlight.

A breeze blew into the room through the half-open window, and the curtains made a slight rustling sound.

Under the soft light, Ginjo put his arm around her shoulders, while Imai Natsuka lay on his chest, listening to his pounding heartbeat.

Everything was silent, no one spoke, and the two people seemed to have completely merged into one at this moment.