Tokyo: Am I the only male tenant?

"Relax? Is that the kind of relaxation I'm thinking of?"

Scenes from movies and TV shows from my previous life began to reappear before my eyes.

So don’t watch too many Japanese action movies, otherwise the scene will automatically jump as soon as you see some key words.

"Turn around, Sousuke, and let me give you a massage."

Tomoko Matsumoto stood up, put her delicate little hands on Sousuke Ginjo's shoulders, and with a little force, turned him around so that his back was facing her.

"So it's a massage." Yincheng thought to himself.

"Hmm? The keyword 'massage' doesn't seem quite right..."

"I'm about to start."

Matsumoto Tomoko sat forward, her chest almost touching Ginjō's back.

Press down with your fingers, applying gentle pressure.

"call..."

A tingling sensation made Ginjo Sousuke let out a sigh of relief.

So comfortable.

The lady's hands were as soft as boneless, and her fingertips slid back and forth across the junction of her shoulders and neck, with just the right amount of force each time.

The tight muscles slowly relax under the delicate kneading.

Although there is some pain, it is more of a tingling and numb feeling, as if a tiny electric current is passing through.

Tomoko Matsumoto's jade hands continued to move down, kneading the back along the midline of the spine.

Through the thin cloth, Ginjo Sousuke could clearly feel the touch of his wife's slender fingers.

And Tomoko Matsumoto seemed to be getting closer and closer.

The feeling of squeezing came over me in waves.

There was also the lady's mature and natural body odor, like a ripe fruit.

Good smell......

Perhaps it was because of the way the two people were sitting, or perhaps it was because of the boy’s strong muscles from years of exercise.

After pressing for a while, Tomoko Matsumoto began to feel a little tired and her breathing became rapid.

A faint blush appeared on her smooth face, and crystal beads of sweat began to appear on her forehead.

The water droplets slid down the beautiful swan-like neck, flowed over the perfectly curved collarbone, and finally merged into the deep and gentle land.

"Get down, Sousuke-kun. This position is a bit too weak."

Matsumoto Tomoko patted the sofa and signaled to Ginjo.

"Okay, Sister Tomoko."

Ginjo Sousuke cooperated and lay down on the sofa.

I am a fisherman and a fisherman.

Now I am the happy fish.

Please madam continue to ravage me with your hands.

Perhaps they did not take into account the boy's height of over 180 cm.

After Ginjo Sosuke lay down on the sofa, his wife found that there was no place for her to sit.

Tomoko Matsumoto had no choice but to walk to the position of Ginjo Sosuke's head, take a pillow, and half-kneel on it.

This posture seemed to make it easier to exert force. Matsumoto Tomoko bent down and continued to knead Ginjo's shoulders.

Lying on the sofa, Ginjo Sousuke felt something illuminating his eyes.

The lights in my wife's house are all soft and warm colors.

I tilted my head slightly and looked upwards, and I saw the lamp flickering up and down.

The half-kneeling sitting posture makes the wife's plump legs pressed tightly together, squeezing her white and tender flesh.

No man can resist such a treat.

"Fortunately I was lying down." Ginjo Sosuke thought to himself.

otherwise......

After pressing her shoulders for a while, Matsumoto Tomoko stood up and walked to the other side of the sofa.

Perhaps because she had been kneeling for too long, the lady's knees turned a little red, which made people feel pity for her.

Matsumoto Tomoko walked to the back of the sofa and found a problem. The boy's tall body had occupied all the space on the sofa.

Or half-kneel beside him? That way, it seems that I can't take care of every part of the boy's broad back.

"Sousuke-kun, can I push you down a bit?"

Matsumoto Tomoko asked softly.

"Of course, Sister Tomoko."

Ginjo Sosuke was completely immersed in the comfort of being pressed by the beautiful woman, and answered without thinking.

"Then I'll go up."

Matsumoto Tomoko carefully stepped onto the sofa and straddled Ginjo's body with her legs.

The plump buttocks sank slightly, falling on Ginjo Sosuke's strong calves as if sitting.

Tomoko Matsumoto continued to massage the boy's back in this riding position.

This was the first time that Matsumoto Tomoko touched such a delicate and tight boy's body, and this handsome boy was a dozen years younger than her...

Tomoko Matsumoto felt an indescribable heat. She reached out to wipe the sweat from her cheeks, and her falling hair stuck to her forehead.

The rosy little face exudes a spring glow, and the charm of a mature young woman reaches its peak at this moment.

It's a pity that Ginjo Sosuke below him couldn't enjoy such a beautiful view.

Ginjo Sousuke just felt a little heavier, but he didn't feel any discomfort.

Instead, I felt more secure, as if I was tightly wrapped in a soft and charming quilt.

With the delicious dinner and the pleasant kneading, Ginjo Sousuke felt extremely relaxed.

I slowly began to doze off, and after a while, I fell asleep.

Matsumoto Tomoko heard the slightly heavy but regular breathing and stood up from Ginjō.

I walked to the sofa and confirmed that the tired boy had indeed fallen asleep.

Looking at the boy's back rising and falling with his breathing, Matsumoto Tomoko couldn't help but sit sideways on the ground.

The tender white hands gently slid into the black vest, slowly feeling every inch of the boy's skin.

Massage massage.

Just now I was pressing, now I am touching.

Sitting sideways on the ground, the legs squeezed together unconsciously moved closer to the center.

If time stopped at this moment, Tomoko Matsumoto would have no complaints.

Just enjoying the intoxicating time, it was unknown how long it took before Matsumoto Tomoko came back to her senses.

Although she really wanted to continue like this, was she really going to let the boy sleep on the sofa all night?

Tomoko Matsumoto felt a little bit reluctant.

When I stood up, my legs felt numb.

Gently pat the boy who was sleeping soundly.

"Sosuke-kun, Sosuke-kun..."

It took a long time before Ginjo Sosuke slowly opened his eyes, and what appeared before him was Matsumoto Tomoko's concerned and smooth face.

"Ah, I'm sorry, Sister Tomoko, because the food was so delicious and your massage technique was so good, I accidentally fell asleep."

Ginjo Sousuke felt a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, Sosuke-kun. You were sleeping so soundly that I didn't have the heart to wake you up."

"But sleeping on the sofa all night won't take it, so you should go back to your room and sleep."

Tomoko Matsumoto's gentle voice seems to be able to melt people.

"Okay, Sister Tomoko, I'll go back first. Thank you for your hospitality, Sister Tomoko."

Ginjo Sousuke stood up and stretched, all the fatigue from the day gone.

The sound of Ginjo Sousuke walking up the stairs was heard outside the door.

Tomoko Matsumoto leaned lightly against the closed door, her tender little white hands casually stroking the door, as if she was recalling some intoxicating scene.

The smile on his face faded away inadvertently, and his whole body became soft.

Chapter 7 Late Night Visitor

After returning to his room, Sosuke Ginjo took a quick shower and lay down on the bed without caring about his hair which was not yet dry.

Concentrate on bringing up the system panel.

[Beauty Favorability System Started......]

【Name: Matsumoto Tomoko】

[Target: Matsumoto Tomoko's favorability +5, reward: 5000 yen]

[Current target favorability: 80]

It seems like I didn't do anything. I just went to my wife's house to have a meal and had a massage. Did my favorability increase by 5 points?

What's more, the person being pressed is yourself.

No matter what, since the system gave the answer, I gained favorability and a reward.