Tokyo: Am I the only male tenant?

Time was limited, so Yincheng had to shorten the warm-up procedure as much as possible. When he pulled his wife up, she was still wiping the corners of her mouth, looking as if she was still not satisfied.

There was a row of wooden benches near the wall. Yincheng just pushed it slightly and the lady leaned against it.

The belt on Matsumoto Tomoko's yukata was also braided into an exquisite flower knot, but she grabbed one end of it as if by magic, and with a light tug, the entire yukata was freed from its restraint.

Large areas of white are dotted with some dark colors. It seems that the lady has retained the most traditional way of wearing a yukata for Ginjo's convenience.

"It seems Sister Tomoko is well prepared."

Ginjo Sosuke lowered his upper body and moved closer, his hot breath making his wife's ears tingle.

"Of course, this is all for Sousuke-kun."

The lady stretched out a hand and grabbed Ginjo's collar, her eyes seemed to contain a bottomless black hole that wanted to swallow him whole.

"Then I won't be shy. Enjoy it, Sister Tomoko."

......

"Are you okay, Tomoko-san?"

Ginjo Sousuke held her hand and asked considerately.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Sousuke-kun. I just seem to be a little overexcited. I should be fine after a while."

The lady smiled tenderly and said embarrassedly.

"I'm a bit rushed today, so..."

"Who made Sosuke-kun so powerful? I'm afraid I can't control him even if I want to?"

Matsumoto Tomoko looked at Ginjo infatuatedly, really wishing time could go slower.

"Yeah, the way Tomoko-sama looks in her yukata today really makes my blood boil."

"Really? Then when we get back, I can wear it for Sosuke-kun to see~"

"Yeah, I won't let Sister Tomoko go so easily when the time comes."

It looks like my wife needs to add a new piece of equipment to her arsenal of battle gear.

The two people reluctantly separated a little when they were about to return to the river bank.

"Mom, you missed a lot of beautiful fireworks."

Seeing them come back, Matsumoto Sachiko just turned her head slightly and said something.

The girls were so absorbed in the spectacular fireworks show that they didn't even notice how long Ginjo and his wife were gone.

“We saw some on the road.”

Matsumoto Tomoko sat on the mat and took this opportunity to check if there was any suspicious liquid on the surface of her yukata.

About five minutes later—whoosh, the last firework shot into the sky.

The huge crown chrysanthemums slowly bloomed, and finally turned into a golden shower, falling down reluctantly.

This year's summer festival and fireworks display have come to an end.

In the silence that followed, the white smoke disappeared on the dark screen like a credit list.

"see you next year."

I don't know who is whispering like this, with a voice as soft as a fairy wand.

On the way back to the parking lot, Matsumoto Sachiko chatted intimately with his wife.

Chie Hoshino was holding a marshmallow in one hand and holding her sister's arm with the other, looking at them calmly from a distance.

Ginjo Sosuke walked at the back, looking at everyone's gorgeous backs, thinking to himself that this was a really good feeling.

He usually doesn't pay much attention to it when they are playing around, but in this casual moment, he truly feels that every girl has her own charm.

If you calm down and think about it, each of them has different personalities and interests and hobbies.

However, they also have things in common, or are interested in things that are different from themselves. The result of being connected by a subtle bond is that they swim in the night like little fish.

On festival days, excitement and emotion are always two sides of the same coin.

While Ginjo was thinking about these things, Chie Hoshino suddenly put her arm around his shoulder.

"Hey, Sousuke, tell me honestly, among all of us today, whose yukata suits you best?"

"A boring man who judges others will not be popular with girls."

Ginjo Sousuke gently hit her arm and answered her question.

"What's wrong with chatting at this time? Come on, tell me, who is your number one?"

As she spoke, she moved her face closer.

Perhaps because they heard the conversation between the two, the other women couldn't help but focus their attention on Ginjo Sosuke...

Chapter 423 Can I stay at your place tonight?

Before arriving at the festival venue today, each woman showed off her yukata in front of Ginjo Sosuke.

But at the end of the hot night, every yukata or the body under the yukata was given a different feeling after the close contact with Ginjo.

In this situation, it is really not easy to ask him to rate his preferences.

Chie Hoshino stretched out her arm very long before she could barely put it on Ginjō's shoulder, but even so she didn't seem like she wanted to give up.

Ginjo felt that she probably didn't really care about the ranking, she just wanted to find some topics to pass the time before returning to the car.

"Cough cough."

Since he couldn't avoid it, Ginjo Sousuke simply cleared his throat and gave his answer.

"Chiaki's yukata is very cute. The combination of white and pink is very girly. As for you, Chie, the camellia decoration and the knot on the belt are very colorful. It has the romantic style of the Taisho era."

"Sachiko's goldfish yukata looks like a perfect blend of childishness and maturity. Sister Tomoko, needless to say, is a perfect Yamato Nadeshiko style. Anyone who sees her will be fascinated."

Whether it was the wives or the young girls, it was hard to find any flaws in everyone's yukata.

Chie Hoshino was so engrossed in listening that the marshmallow in her other hand almost fell to the ground.

"So if we were to grade each person, they would all get 100 points. If we were to say who is first, then everyone would be tied for first place."

Although it may sound like flattery, the women who have dressed so carefully are indeed worthy of such praise from Ginjo.

"Eh? Sosuke is really cunning. He doesn't offend anyone~"

Chie Hoshino giggled and thought that this guy's answer was really impeccable.

"What, what are you two talking about?"

Matsumoto Sachiko, who was already walking in front, turned around lightly and asked them with a smile.

"We were saying that Sachiko looks really pretty in her yukata today."

Faced with her different outfit and usual smile, Ginjo spoke to her naturally.

"Haha, that's right!"

Chie Hoshino, who had been hanging on him just now, finally let go of her hand and ran towards Matsumoto Sachiko laughing.

It may not be clear on the ground.

Knock-dong, knock-dong.

The sound of wooden clogs echoed in my mind.

Ginjo Sosuke and the girls walked through the crowd and returned to the car his wife had rented.

On the way back, everyone's expressions were much calmer than before they came here. The anticipation and excitement had turned into clouds, quietly drifting away into the distance.

No one spoke much, as if they were still savoring the shock and emotion of tonight. In addition to the lively festival and gorgeous fireworks, Ginjo's figure was everywhere in every woman's mind.

The car drove out for about ten minutes, and Yincheng subconsciously looked at the girl in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

Matsumoto Sachiko was still looking out the window as usual, and Hoshino Chie seemed to be running out of energy. She leaned on her sister's shoulder and dozed off.

They had prepared for this day for so long and finally got what they wished for and experienced the ultimate enjoyment.

I wonder what the scenery will be like next summer.

The path twists and turns, with only a few lonely street lamps providing a little light in the darkness.

It was almost dawn when they arrived at the apartment. After saying good night to each other, they returned to their respective rooms.

Tomoko Matsumoto took a shower first, as she needed to clean up some of the hair that was stuck together.

Matsumoto Sachiko rolled up the thin blanket into a ball and held it in her arms, imitating the feeling of clinging to Ginjō just now.

Chie Hoshino forced herself to get out of the car despite feeling sleepy, and fell into a deep sleep as soon as she returned to the bed. She still needed to slowly adapt to the aftereffects of Ginjo's magic hand.

After taking a shower, Chiaki Hoshino couldn't help licking her lips in front of the bathroom mirror, as if the smell of Ginjo was still lingering there for a long time.

Perhaps, the dreams of the women after they fall asleep will be connected somewhere, and at the destination they long for, there is only a familiar young man standing there.

On a bustling Tokyo night, a unique tranquility permeates this remote apartment.

The sky was as dark as if it had been splashed with thick ink, with only a few stars scattered across it, flickering with faint light.

The fireworks that were dazzling not long ago have now become an illusory scene.

The breeze brought a hint of coolness, passing through the lush trees and gently brushing every open window.

With half-wet hair, Ginjo Sosuke wrapped in a bath towel leaned against the window alone, closed his eyes, and seemed to be able to hear the sound of his own heartbeat in harmony with the rhythm of the summer night.

The scents of different women mixed on his body were like invisible ribbons, caressing his cheeks and ears.

About three days after the grand summer festival, Ginjō was lying on the sofa, bored, when he received a message from Lisa Shiraishi.

She will officially finish her internship today and will return to Tokyo in the afternoon. The first thing she will do after returning is, of course, to make an appointment with Ginjo.

According to the location she sent on LINE, Ginjo Sosuke arrived at the meeting place a few minutes early.

After a while, he saw Lisa Shiraishi walking towards him from a distance through the crowd. Her white silk blouse and light leaf-colored flared skirt made her stand out among the crowd.

Should I say it was a surprise or a given? Her clothes and color matching were much more mature than before she started the internship.

"Our Miss Lisa really looks like a professional now."

When she walked up to him, Ginjo Sousuke couldn't help but look her up and down.