Tokyo: Am I the only male tenant?

"In that case, I can't refuse anymore. You kids just happen to be in need of a guardian."

My wife really enjoyed her last trip to Okinawa. Being with these young people, her body seemed to have regained its youthful vitality.

"Haha, everyone passed. Hooray! We can go on a group trip again!"

Chie Hoshino jumped up from her chair excitedly, looking as playful as a little girl who had just received candy.

"I have to pick out some nice yukatas these days. After all, if I'm going to a summer festival like this, I have to dress formally."

"That's right, that's right. Let's go and pick some out together. I've seen so many beautiful yukatas on TV before, and I really want to try them on."

"There are many more patterns on yukata nowadays than before, and the styles are said to be getting bolder and bolder."

Everyone unanimously decided to attend the event in a few days, so the girls' topic quickly shifted to the choice of yukata.

Listening to them discussing yukata, Ginjō's thoughts began to drift away again.

Following the last bikini show in Okinawa, is this another yukata show at the summer festival?

Although a yukata is not as revealing as a bikini, its unique charm cannot be matched by ordinary swimsuits.

Even without revealing an inch of skin, it can still make people feel sexy. This is the first impression that the yukata left on Ginjō.

Compared with kimonos of similar style, yukatas are made of much thinner and more breathable material.

And because they mostly appear in the hot summer, there is a traditional saying that it is not necessary to wear additional underwear under the yukata.

Thinking of this, Yincheng couldn't help but tremble his neck and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The four women sitting before him had once been laid out in a row on the beach in bikinis while he smeared sunscreen all over their bodies.

What would the scene be like if they appeared in front of you wearing yukatas and standing in a row?

Going a step further, would they untie the thin strings around their waists together, allowing him to carefully explore the suffocating great secrets beneath the thin cloth?

This exciting delusion made Ginjo's eyes go blank, and he unconsciously increased the speed of swinging the chopsticks in his hand.

"Phew, I'm so full. I haven't eaten so well in a long time. Thank you, Sister Tomoko."

Chie Hoshino ate while chatting, and soon she leaned back in her chair, patting her obviously bulging belly.

"Don't be polite to me, Chie. I'm also very happy to see you guys enjoying your meal so much."

Tomoko Matsumoto's smile is full of maternal radiance, and the dishes on the table that were swept away were undoubtedly the best compliment to the cook.

Ginjo Sosuke, Hoshino Chiaki and Matsumoto Sachiko also put down their chopsticks with satisfied looks on their faces, indicating that they could not eat any more.

Several people helped the wife clean up the dining room and kitchen, and then came to sit on the sofa in the living room to rest.

Tomoko Matsumoto made a pot of black tea and distributed the souvenirs she brought back from her hometown to the sisters Ginjo and Hoshino.

Seeing that it was getting late, Matsumoto Sachiko seemed to realize something, so she stood up and said that she wanted to go to the Hoshino sisters' room to play.

They often gathered in a room with their best friends to chat about gossip, which was a very normal thing. However, today, Matsumoto Sachiko's behavior seemed a little deliberate to Ginjo.

"Mom, I want to stay overnight at Qianhui's place today. I haven't been home for a few days, and I have a lot to talk to them about."

Matsumoto Sachiko's words did not sound like she was asking for her mother's opinion, but rather telling her directly.

Because she knew that even if she asked, her mother would definitely agree. As for the reason, both mother and daughter knew it well.

"Eh? Wouldn't that be too much trouble for Chie and Chiaki?"

Tomoko Matsumoto felt that even if she was just pretending, she had to be a little polite, otherwise people would definitely notice that something was wrong.

"Don't worry, Sister Tomoko, it's not a problem at all. We always stayed in the same room when we were in Okinawa, right Chiaki?"

"Yeah, Sachiko is like our own sister."

The Hoshino sisters had no objection to this proposal, or rather, they were very happy.

Before leaving the room, Matsumoto Sachiko deliberately glanced at Ginjo, then turned her gaze to her mother.

It's like saying, "Thank me, I've provided enough space for both of you."

Ginjo and his wife nodded in understanding. It seemed that everything had become much simpler after he made his relationship with Matsumoto Sachiko public.

Not only do the two of them no longer have to hide, but they also have Matsumoto Sachiko to help them clear some unnecessary obstacles.

After a few girls left laughing, only Matsumoto Tomoko and Ginjo Sosuke were left in the room.

The lady stuck to the door, deliberately listening to the sound of them going upstairs, and then she returned to the sofa and sat next to Yincheng.

The atmosphere quickly changed from lively to ambiguous, and the moment the two people's eyes met, they hugged each other tightly.

Matsumoto Tomoko didn't hesitate for a moment and tried her best to feel the long-lost tempting scent on Ginjo's body.

It was not until they could hardly breathe that the two separated reluctantly.

"Oh, am I too anxious?"

Matsumoto Tomoko's face turned slightly red, and she felt a little embarrassed.

But she had gotten used to Yin Cheng's constant presence in her life, and this separation made her body feel an infinite sense of emptiness.

At this moment, she just wanted to fill the emptiness in her heart as soon as possible, so she took the initiative to attack him.

"No way, Sister Tomoko, this is the most normal state after lovers reunite."

Yincheng stretched out his arms and embraced his wife in his arms, his two hands naturally moving freely in the soft ocean.

"By the way, in addition to the souvenirs just now, I have prepared two special gifts for you."

Matsumoto Tomoko leaned softly against Ginjo, and her voice sounded numb and sweet.

"Well, is it? What could it be?"

Ginjo paused his actions for a moment and asked curiously.

"Wait a moment, I'll be right back."

Tomoko Matsumoto slowly pulled herself out of Ginjo's arms and turned back to the bedroom.

Her round buttocks swayed gracefully as she walked, instantly occupying Ginjo's entire attention.

A few minutes later, the wife came out holding two beautifully packaged boxes.

Ginjo looked at one long and one flat box with a puzzled look on his face, while Matsumoto Tomoko smiled without saying a word and gently opened them together.

What caught my eye was a bottle of red wine and a sweater.

The bottle of red wine was obviously very valuable, but what caught Yincheng's attention more was the sweater.

Although it is not fully unfolded, it is obviously a style worn by women. Why would a women's sweater be a gift for yourself?

Since the lady said so, she must have her own intention. Yincheng decided not to ask any more questions and wait for her to give him a surprise.

"How about it, Sosuke-kun? I specially asked someone to buy this bottle of red wine in my hometown. Let's try it together?"

Tomoko Matsumoto took the bottle out of the box and handed it to Ginjo.

"Okay, since Sister Tomoko said so, I will definitely give it a try."

Nothing can be better than red wine to set off such a romantic atmosphere.

The wife picked up the corkscrew and shook it gently on the cork. With a "pop", a rich aroma wafted into the air.

She brought two highball glasses from the kitchen and carefully poured the deep red liquid into both glasses.

"Come on, Sousuke-kun, try the wine I picked and see how it tastes."

The two men raised their glasses at the same time, and the crisp sound of glasses colliding was soon heard.

"Mm, this wine tastes really good."

Yincheng was full of praise for the unique mellow taste and rich fruity aroma of high-end wine.

"It's great that Sosuke-kun likes it."

Tomoko Matsumoto's lips are stained with deep red, making her look even more charming.

Sweet and delicious, with a little bit of intoxicating fragrance of fermented juice, it makes two people feel hot all over, which is really the best way to increase interest.

Before long, they had finished nearly half of the bottle of wine, drinking one glass after another, and the two of them were getting closer and closer as they toasted each other.

Slightly tipsy, Yincheng started to move around again, preparing to move on to the real topic of the night.

Tomoko Matsumoto leaned back on the sofa with her neck tilted back. Her face, which was already hot from the red wine, now felt even hotter.

"Wait a minute, Sousuke-kun, don't you want to see exactly what the other gift does?"

The wife licked the corner of her mouth and pointed at the sweater on the table in a daze.

After saying this, she tried to stand up from the sofa, but she lost her balance due to dizziness. It seemed that she was getting more and more drunk.

"Are you okay, Sister Tomoko?"

Ginjo Sousuke immediately put his arm around his wife's shoulders and supported her.

"Don't worry, my alcohol tolerance is not that bad. I just drank a little too quickly today."

Tomoko Matsumoto steadied herself and smiled embarrassedly.

"I'm going back to my room for a while. Please wait for me here."

The wife took the sweater in her hand and staggered towards the bedroom.

"Is it really okay? I'll take you there."

Although Yincheng knew that she was giving him a surprise, he was worried that she might accidentally fall to the ground when he saw her look.

"Hmm? No need, I can do it myself."

Matsumoto Tomoko tried to shake off Ginjo's hand, but her steps stumbled again, and Ginjo supported her again.

"Strange? What happened today? No! I have to think of a way."

The lady leaned against Silver and whispered quietly.

"Let me do it."

Ginjo Sosuke whispered softly in her ear and then lifted her up easily.

One hand is around the wife's shoulders, and the other hand is stretched below her knees, which is commonly known as a princess hug.

"Eh? What are you doing, Sousuke-kun?"

"I'm worried that you might be in danger. I can't just leave Sister Tomoko alone."