Kyoto: I just want to be a gentleman

The neon lights of the city are like scattered stars, illuminating the ancient city of Kyoto.

In the high-rise buildings in the distance, the lights are bright, the crowds of people are bustling, and the noisy sounds rise and fall one after another, like an urban symphony.

However, in a corner of this city, there is a remote massage parlor hidden.

This massage parlor is located on a quiet street, with few people in front of the door. Only the lonely neon light at the door flickers faintly in the night. Through the half-open door, you can vaguely see the dim lights and empty massage beds in the store. There is a faint lavender scent in the air, but it can't cover up the desolation here.

Occasionally, when a gust of wind blows, the wind chimes at the door will make a crisp sound, as if reminding people of the existence of this massage parlor.

But most of the passers-by hurried by, and few stopped. Even if someone looked around curiously, they would only stop for a moment and then blend back into the hustle and bustle of the city.

Takato Hirakawa was sitting at the front desk, bored and scrolling through his phone.

He is the owner of this massage shop and the only masseur in the shop.

Business has been slow since he took over the store three months ago.

He thought he could attract customers with his superb massage skills, but the reality was far more cruel than he expected.

If I had known this would be the outcome, I would have...

Thinking of this, Takato Hirakawa sighed helplessly.

The reason why he opened a massage parlor in this remote place was because there was a high school called "Kamisaka Private School" nearby.

Every time he saw those young and beautiful JKs, he couldn't help but feel his heart beating faster and his mouth dry.

And the reason why he became a masseur was for this reason - to enjoy JK's soft skin and at the same time do as much as possible within the scope of "massage" to benefit the physical and mental health of both people.

He dedicated his precious youth to this purpose.

But it has been three months in a row, and the people who come here for massage on weekdays are only elderly uncles and aunts. Not to mention JK, I haven't even seen any younger women.

As for the current situation of the store, it is just barely breaking even and it is barely enough for him to fill his stomach.

No.

cheer up.

Takato Pingchuan began to secretly encourage himself.

He still remembers the image of himself running in the sunset when he was young. That was his lost youth.

He must continue to persevere for his dream!

but...

Takato Hirakawa looked at the somewhat deserted street outside. It seemed that no one would come tonight.

So it shouldn't be too much for him to find a "singer" and have some takeout to reward himself for working hard for his dream, right?

When this thought appeared in Pingchuan Guiren's mind, it was like a flood that could not be stopped.

Okay, that's it.

He walked straight to the door of the store, forgetting to lock it. He got on his beloved scooter and his figure gradually disappeared into the night.

...

Watanabe Hideyuki, who came out of Kuroda Arisa's house, wandered aimlessly on the street.

He still had things about Arisa Kuroda's album on his mind.

If nothing goes wrong, we can contact Saki Sugita to go to the recording studio this weekend for recording.

With the help of GF Studio, the quality and efficiency of the song were greatly improved compared to their own post-production mixing.

Moreover, there will be other professional music producers who will control the details of the songs to achieve perfection.

The days ahead will be busy.

Suddenly, a tall electric pole appeared on the road ahead of him, but Watanabe was unaware of it. Watanabe Hideyuki was immersed in the fantasy of a better life in the future.

He continued walking until he was about to hit a telephone pole, and his body subconsciously dodged.

After a stumble, he managed to steady himself and stood next to the electric pole.

"That was a close call." Watanabe touched his chest with lingering fear.

He looked up at the telephone pole that he had almost come into close contact with, but instead of seeing the familiar "paying a large sum of money to have a child" advertisement as expected, he saw a massage parlor with a faint neon light not far behind the telephone pole.

It seems...ever since he learned the massage skills, he has been giving massages to others and has never enjoyed the service of others.

He has also always been curious about the difference between his massage skills and those of the people in professional massage parlors, and whether being massaged by others can improve his proficiency in massage skills.

And today seems like a good time.

When I get busy after a while, I won’t have time to enjoy such a leisurely life.

In other words, after fighting for half his life, can't he enjoy himself?

Watanabe Hideyuki made up his mind and pushed open the door of the massage parlor.

However, when he walked into the store, he found that the entire store was empty, without even a front desk receptionist.

He looked around. Under the dim light, the decoration inside the store seemed particularly deserted, and there was a quiet and eerie atmosphere in the air.

Watanabe Hideyuki frowned, his heart full of doubts.

What about people?

Have you gone to eat?

But fortunately, the night is long and he can wait.

But before he could even sit down.

Two JKs with striking looks walked in.

Although they looked as young as junior high school students, Watanabe Hideyuki noticed that on their school bags were plaques with their names written on them: "Kamisaka Private School - Senior Three Students".

"Hmm...?" The slightly quiet girl asked in confusion, her two ponytails tied with red ribbons swaying back and forth, and she stared at the surrounding environment with a pair of big watery eyes.

"What's wrong, sister?" The other girl seemed to have a completely different style from her sister.

A pink hairband was tied on her golden ponytail and a red bow was tied on her chest, but her well-developed breasts made the bow strap a little tight.

The collar of the lace-edged top was so heavy that the buttons could not bear the weight that a hint of yellowish color could be seen through it, like a bottomless ravine.

This is the only trait she shares with her sister.

"Did I go to the wrong place? This is the "chill massage salon", right?"

Before the quiet JK had a chance to respond, the blonde JK couldn't wait to quickly walk up to Watanabe Hideyuki and asked anxiously in an aggressive tone: "Hey! My sister is asking you a question, is this the "chill massage salon"? "

Faced with the extremely rude behavior of the blonde JK, Watanabe Hideyuki was not angry. As a mature man, he would never argue with a child.

So, he calmed down and gave a serious answer:

"Hmm... should be it?" He said thoughtfully, and the words "chill massage salon" on the sign at the door that he saw before entering vaguely appeared in his mind.

"That's right, we two want to have a massage." The blonde JK shouted arrogantly to Watanabe Hideyuki.

No wonder the other party is so arrogant.

It turned out that he thought he was a massage parlor staff.

Just as Watanabe Hideyuki was about to explain, the system panel appeared in front of him again.

[The two JK girls have been looking forward to this massage for a long time. In order to get this massage, they lied to their father and said that they were staying at a friend's house tonight. As a gentleman in Kyoto, you don't want to let the girls go home disappointed, so you choose...]

[Option 1: Overtime]

[Repaying evil with good is often an important moral standard for ancient gentlemen. So you choose not to explain, let the misunderstanding continue, and play the role of a massage parlor employee to provide corresponding services to the two girls. (Ancient Massage Skill Proficiency Upgrade Card)]

[Option 2: Reject]

[This straightforward refusal made the two impolite female ghosts regret their rude behavior. Points +300]

This time there are only two options.

At the same time, it also confirms a question that Watanabe Hideyuki has been thinking about.

For example, if he wants to improve his massage skills, then going to a massage parlor will greatly increase his chances of encountering massage events, thereby gaining proficiency in massage-related skills.

This means that if he wants to improve his fighting skills, he has to go to the corresponding boxing gym... If he wants to improve his reading skills, the best place is the library...

If Watanabe Hideyuki had the slightest hesitation when faced with these two options, it would be an insult to his current IQ of 150.

When these options were presented to Ishiyama Ryoma, he knew which option was more reasonable.

Just by working overtime and giving others a massage, you can upgrade your skills that have been stagnant.

Not only can you improve your skills, but you can also earn some extra money in the middle of the night. When the owner comes back, you might even excitedly shake his hand, or even force a voucher for a massage parlor on him to thank him.

Why not do something that benefits both others and yourself?

As the saying goes, everyone for me and I for everyone. This is the truth.

If everyone in the society can give a little love, the whole world will become a beautiful place.

Besides, it’s not like I can’t teach these two nasty little female ghosts a lesson just by giving them a massage.

After making his choice, Watanabe Hideyuki got up from the sofa, walked to the front desk, and saw the registration form there. He took it up, slightly bent over, and handed the form to the two girls with both hands.

"Please fill it out, both of you."

At this time, Watanabe Hideyuki has completely integrated into the role of a massage parlor employee. Doing what you love is his most basic professional ethics.

After doing all this, Watanabe Hideyuki considerately took out two clean paper cups from under the water dispenser, soaked them with tea bags from the drawer, and placed them in front of the two JKs.

After a few minutes, the filled-in form was returned to him.

Watanabe Hideyuki glanced back and forth at the two forms.

His focus was not on the details of the other party's name. As a qualified service industry practitioner, he should focus on the needs of customers.

"Did you two choose the [Full Body Treatment] package?"

"Yes." Wenjing JK nodded.

"Is there anything special that needs attention?"

"No, nothing special." The blonde JK answered while drinking the tea in the cup.

During this process, some tea accidentally spilled onto her fingers. She gently sucked her fair and slender fingers, and this unusual action also attracted the attention of Watanabe Hideyuki.

Wenjing JK interrupted.