Tokyo: Am I the only male tenant?

"What should I do? Do you still want to make underwear that makes your breasts less noticeable?"

"Okay, I get it! I give up on making my breasts look smaller!"

"Yeah, that's a smart decision."

Niwa Seiko said with a very satisfied smile.

Ginjo also showed an innocent smile like a child, which made Hoshino Chiaki feel that she had indeed made the right choice.

"Honestly, the underwear Niwa-san made was so cute that when I stood in front of the mirror, it was the first time I didn't hate my breasts."

"That's great."

"But I still can't like her right away, and I've been troubled by this. It's rare that both Niwa-san and Sosuke say she's beautiful, and I feel really bad about it..."

"It's okay. Just follow Qianqiu's pace and slowly fall in love with her."

"Miss Niwa..."

"In the future, I plan to make more underwear that is suitable for Qianqiu, which should be able to alleviate your worries about underwear to some extent."

"Uh-huh."

Just hearing these words, Chiaki Hoshino felt that she was redeemed and couldn't help but smile.

It’s a bit hard to admit this, but there’s nothing I can do about it since I just feel happy.

"Well, Ms. Niwa, I have decided to be your model. I want to use my own experience to help girls who have the same problems as me."

"But I'm just a fitting model. I'm afraid I can't really do a commercial shoot or something like that."

"Really? That alone is enough to thank me. Thank you so much, Chiaki."

Niwa Seiko immediately took out her cell phone from her bag and called the pattern maker.

Now that we have the support of real models, we can feel free to make more samples.

After talking for a few minutes, Niwa Seiko hung up the phone.

"I have already told the pattern maker that I will send her the subsequent designs as soon as possible, so Qianqiu may be able to try on new underwear soon."

"That's great."

"Yes, this is all thanks to Qianqiu for helping me."

Niwa Seiko smiled a genuine smile that came from the bottom of her heart.

This time, designing underwear for Chiaki Hoshino made her rediscover her original intention of choosing to be an underwear designer, and all her previous confusions have now disappeared.

However, Niwa Seiko, whose designer soul is ignited, seems not satisfied yet.

"In that case, let's get started on the next task right away, shall we?"

"Ok?"

"Actually, my work is really overwhelming. To be honest, I don't have much time left, so I have to trouble Qianqiu to help me now."

Before Niwa Seiko knew it, a digital camera suddenly appeared.

"The underwear you are wearing now is scheduled to be included in the new work list. Anyway, take off your skirt first and let me see how your underwear is made?"

"Please, Ms. Niwa, show some mercy..."

Hoshino Chiaki had no way to refuse her request, so she could only expose her underwear in front of the designer as a model for the first time in her life and start a photo session to check trial works and collect information.

As the only audience member with full immersion, Ginjo Sousuke also experienced the erotic scene that seemed like a sexy photo shoot.

A few days later on Saturday.

Ginjo finally has time to go on a date with Mochizuki Haruka again.

Ever since he heard Niwa Seiko say that the weight of a G cup is equivalent to that of a small melon, he has been wanting to verify it.

Among the many women in the entire apartment, Mochizuki Haruka is undoubtedly the most suitable target.

Both of them are game enthusiasts, so today Mochizuki Haruka picked a plumber and his merry friends to race together in a very famous racing game series.

They sat side by side in front of the TV, controlling the characters with controllers.

Ginjo had played this type of game many times before, and it was considered a game he was relatively good at.

Although he is confident that he can beat Haruka Mochizuki who has an inexplicable talent for playing games, but...

"Um...uh..."

He was too concerned about Haruka Mochizuki who was sitting next to him to concentrate.

I say this because every time Mochizuki Haruka turns, she makes a sound and her body leans in the direction she's turning.

If she was bending in the opposite direction of where he was sitting, there would be no problem, but when her body leaned towards Ginjo, there was a problem.

They were originally sitting next to each other, so whenever Mochizuki Haruka leaned over, her slender shoulders would almost touch Ginjō's body.

Her beautiful black hair fluttered softly, and the best thing was her lovely voice.

She herself might be trying to motivate herself, but the voice was inexplicably alluring, and Ginjo couldn't help but take notice.

"I win again, Sousuke."

"Oh, yes..."

"What's wrong?"

"No, I just feel a little sore in my eyes."

After saying this, Ginjo put down the game controller, stretched his body, and lay down on the floor.

Then he checked the position of the clock hands. They had been playing games for a long time, so it was true that he was a little tired.

However, compared to the eye fatigue, the mental fatigue caused by paying too much attention to Haruka Mochizuki has a greater impact.

"Are you okay? Sousuke."

Although she said so, Mochizuki Haruka herself did not seem to realize this, and she observed Ginjō's face with a worried look.

Beautiful eyes and plump, seductive lips appeared before his eyes, causing Ginjo's heart to tremble.

"I'm fine, just need a little rest."

Ginjo said this and gently rubbed his eyes which were a little tired from admiring too many beautiful views.

Unaware of the situation, Haruka Mochizuki started playing with his hair with her fingers. Ginjo could feel the soft touch of her fingers through his hair and scalp.

This action made his blood boil, but he didn't want to disturb Mochizuki Haruka who was having a lot of fun.

After he let Mochizuki Haruka manipulate him for a while...

This time, Mochizuki Haruka's hands went to his cheeks, her warm hands enveloping his skin, but this was too much for Ginjō to handle in every way.

"I'm going to sit up, Xiaoyao."

"Oh, sorry, I was just too engrossed in the fun."

Ginjo slowly sat up and looked at Mochizuki Haruka.

Perhaps she only realized now that she had done something very ambiguous. She looked away from Ginjō awkwardly, a blush appearing on her skin.

Even though she and Ginjo had already done everything they could, deep down she was still the same ignorant and shy little woman as before.

Mochizuki Haruka looked so cute with this expression, Ginjō swallowed subconsciously.

Ginjo felt an urge to carry her back to the bedroom right now and indulge in her desires.

"call..."

Ginjō let out a long breath as if to expel this desire.

It’s still early today, so there’s no need to rush. It’s better to slowly verify the theory that makes you curious, and then it’s not too late to enjoy the delicacy at the end.

Then he turned and faced Mochizuki Haruka again.

Mochizuki Haruka looked a little timid, and asked him in a worried and uneasy tone.

"Um, um... did I make Sousuke uncomfortable?"

She raised her eyes and observed Ginjo's expression.

This time, it had been such a long time since they last dated him that Mochizuki Haruka became inexplicably nervous again.

"No, that's not the case, it's quite the opposite..."

"On the contrary?"

Mochizuki Haruka looked stunned and tilted her head in confusion.

But when she shifted her gaze to Ginjo's lower abdomen, she understood instantly.

"It's still morning, Sousuke. Isn't it a little too early?"

Mochizuki Yao's face turned red, and her mouth and tongue felt hot.

"I can't help it. I really can't control it. It's Xiaoyao who keeps swaying left and right when she's playing racing."

Ginjo looked down and said with a faint smile.

Mochizuki Haruka is only wearing her home pajamas now, so the visual effect of her shaking is quite obvious.

"I really can't do anything about you. Looks like today's game is over."

Her pearly skin was still slightly flushed, and she slowly stood up, as if preparing to return to the bedroom.

"Wait, Xiaoyao, I have a question I want to verify first."

Ginjo grabbed her hand and pulled her back to him.

"what is the problem?"

Mochizuki Haruka asked, blinking her curious eyes.

"When I gave Xiaoyao a massage before, you also said that you often had sore shoulders, right?"

"That's right, because..."

She didn't continue talking, but just sighed embarrassedly.

"How heavy is it?"

"Eh?"