Tokyo's Most Affectionate - Chapter 130

Foot Massage

“Hikaru-kun, before changing into the next outfit, could you help me massage my feet?”

Sitting on the sofa, Ichinose asked.

“What’s wrong?”

Kurosawa, putting down the SLR camera and placing the makeup box on the table, was somewhat surprised.

“I’ve been wearing high heels for so long during the shoot, my feet are a bit tired and sore…”

Ichinose was a bit fidgety but still spoke.

She could sense that Kurosawa liked it when girls wore black stockings.

Especially just now, during the skirt-lifting, even though separated by the SLR camera, she could feel Kurosawa’s excitement.

For example, that little action of swallowing saliva was enough to explain everything.

“Sure.”

Kurosawa realized that her feet were tired and naturally agreed.

“Sit here.”

With his agreement, Ichinose reached out and patted the empty space beside her.

Seeing this scene, Kurosawa’s heart, which had finally calmed down, suddenly accelerated.

She’s just tired, and I’m helping her with a foot massage, nothing more… I’ve done it for Miss Ninomiya before.

However, Kurosawa showed no sign of emotion on his face, comforting himself in his mind. 

He walked over, sat down, and took a deep breath.

As a luxurious business suite, the sofa was of high quality and very comfortable to sit on.

“Phew…”

Kurosawa let out a long sigh, relaxing his entire body.

In reality, Kurosawa, like Ichinose, had been busy for almost an hour. 

Although he had good stamina, he wasn’t a robot, and he still felt tired.

During the shoot, he had to run around to find angles, sometimes even lying on the ground, just to get the right perspective.

Without waiting for him to rest for long, a pair of legs suddenly stretched out, placing them on his thighs.

These were Ichinose’s beautiful legs. 

Even through the skirt, the sensation of her calves was soft and elastic.

This situation caught Kurosawa off guard. He looked at her and then at her legs.

“Can you help me take off my shoes?”

With her legs resting on his thighs, Ichinose looked at his profile and asked softly.

“Of course.”

Hearing such a request, Kurosawa was more than happy, nodding without hesitation.

Next, his left hand supported Ichinose’s calf, while his right hand began to remove her shoes.

It must be said that the Parisian stockings were a bit expensive, but they were well worth it. 

The already soft legs, wrapped in the thin and delicate silk-like stockings, added a silky and smooth touch, making it irresistible.

Holding the high-heeled shoes and gently slipping them off, Ichinose’s foot slid out.

Wrapped in the stockings, although he had seen them just a while ago, seeing them up close was still beautiful and highly captivating.

Her feet were small, and up close, with a hand for comparison, Kurosawa realized he could even hold one foot with just one hand.

Kurosawa took a subconscious deep breath, adjusted his mindset, and proceeded to help her remove the other high-heeled shoe. 

He then gently supported her ankle and placed her foot on his own leg.

This deep breath also resonated with Ichinose, and she followed suit with a deep breath.

“Where does it hurt?”

After adjusting his state, Kurosawa inquired.

Upon hearing the question, Ichinose’s right foot suddenly swayed, flexibly turning around. 

The toes, now gathered, slightly spread open, giving a playful and cute appearance.

Although she intended to use this opportunity to let Kurosawa touch her foot, she did feel tired and a bit sore, especially after standing in high heels for an hour.

High heels, ever since their design, were not meant for walking but solely for aesthetic purposes.

“The back of the heel, the ankle, and the toes.”

After carefully feeling it, Ichinose blushed and whispered.

Originally, she didn’t mind if her feet were seen. However, knowing that Kurosawa liked her feet added an indescribable feeling to her heart.

“Okay.”

Kurosawa nodded and then reached out, gently cradling the back of her heel, helping her stretch and move it to alleviate fatigue.

Perhaps due to her shorter stature, Ichinose’s feet were indeed very small, smaller than those of Ninomiya.

Unlike the last time when he helped massage her feet in the haunted house, this time, possibly because of the stockings, the silky sensation made Kurosawa somewhat addicted. 

However, he restrained himself and continued massaging, focusing on the technique rather than indulging in the touch.

“Hikaru-kun, have you learned to massage before?”

After being massaged for a while, Ichinose felt that his technique was not simple and couldn’t help but express her surprise.

“I had a bit of experience when I sprained my foot while practicing leg techniques in the past.”

Kurosawa nodded. Although he didn’t have the skill of massage, he had some experience in this area.

“Ah… Hikaru-kun, won’t you feel dizzy?”

Suddenly, Ichinose remembered something.

“Why would I feel dizzy?”

Kurosawa didn’t understand why she suddenly mentioned this.

“Aren’t you hypoglycemic? You’ve been busy all morning and only had a little water.”

“I haven’t had hypoglycemia yet.”

“Why?”

“Because your mouth is too sweet. I kissed you a few times, and that replenished my sugar levels.” Kurosawa looked at her beautiful face and chuckled.

“Oh my.”

Ichinose didn’t expect him to say that, and after a moment of surprise, she blushed and chuckled.

“By the way, I lied to you about having hypoglycemia.”

Seeing her sweet smile, Kurosawa thought for a moment and admitted.

“Lied to me?”

Ichinose was a bit puzzled by his words.

“At that time, I just wanted you to give me a knee pillow, so I made up that excuse.”

Kurosawa was honest. After all, this kind of thing couldn’t be hidden forever. 

If they were to continue their relationship and eventually get together, a medical examination at the hospital would reveal everything.

“Hikaru-kun, you’re so naughty. How could you do that?”

Ichinose, realizing the truth, playfully punched him and scolded with a smile.

Although deceived, she was actually happy about it because it meant that Kurosawa didn’t have hypoglycemia and was healthy.

“Don’t you like it?”

Kurosawa saw her playful reaction and didn’t feel guilty.

“I like it… Hikaru-kun, do you really like my legs that much?”

Ichinose shook her head, taking advantage of the gradually lively atmosphere to ask.

Creating a reason just for a knee pillow, besides liking her legs, she couldn’t think of any other reason.

As for taking advantage, it was hard to say who was taking advantage of whom.

Anyway, when she recalled that knee pillow, the mood was very sweet, especially as she got to know Kurosawa better.

“I don’t just like your legs.”

Kurosawa looked down at the foot he was massaging and smiled.

He did have a preference for beautiful legs, but more than that, he liked Ichinose as a person.

“I feel the same way.”

Ichinose was momentarily stunned, realizing this was a roundabout confession. Her cheeks blushed, and she burst into laughter.

“You like my legs too?”

“As long as it’s you, I like everything.”

Because he took the lead, Ichinose finally gathered the courage to confess.

In reality, her heart had always been quite anxious… uncertain about how Kurosawa truly viewed her.

Since the first date, during the confession before singing… even earlier, when Kurosawa stood in front of her during their first meeting, affection began to bud in her heart.

With the second date, the third date, and now the fourth date, that affection had continuously grown.

But the more they interacted, the more anxious she became… because Kurosawa was just too outstanding, to the point where she felt a sense of inferiority.

However, now that she had heard Kurosawa’s true feelings, that unease in her heart had been dispelled.

Kurosawa liked her; there was love in his eyes.

Looking at her with that happy expression, Kurosawa was also smiling.

“Does it still hurt?”

After massaging for quite a while, Kurosawa inquired.

“No, it doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Ichinose shook her head.

“Let’s continue; let’s try to finish before dinner.”

“Okay.”

Helping her remove the makeup, Kurosawa changed her makeup for two more sets.

The first set was a mature black silk queen, the second set was a literary girl with glasses, and the third set was a cute white silk double ponytail girl.

For each set, Kurosawa took three high-scoring photos and tried various ways to make her shy.

For example, making her do some quirky, sexy movements.

Although the poses and actions were quite awkward and strange, Ichinose, for him, even if she felt very shy, still followed through.

At 1 PM, Kurosawa called hotel service and ordered lunch for two.

They sat on the sofa and began to eat.

“Hikaru-kun, we should be done now, right?”

Just after finishing the third set, Ichinose hadn’t removed her makeup yet. 

She had her hair tied in double ponytails, was wearing a pink oversized cartoon T-shirt, white stockings, and fluffy slippers, looking very cute.

“Not yet.”

Kurosawa glanced at her and shook his head.

Currently, three out of the five mission objectives had been completed, and two were remaining.

【Take an intimate photo exclusively for the two of you】

【Have her set your photo as her phone wallpaper】

“Do we have to continue shooting after eating? But I don’t have any other clothes,” Ichinose asked with some confusion.

Most of the items from the bag that Kurosawa gave her in the morning had already been emptied, including a pair of large black-framed glasses.

“The photos uploaded to the internet are indeed finished, but we haven’t taken a picture together yet.”

“Is Hikaru-kun going to take photos with me?”

Ichinose didn’t expect him to say that. Her eating motion paused, and then she lifted her head with great surprise.

“Do you not want to?”

Seeing her so excited, Kurosawa asked with a smile.

“I want to, very much!”

Ichinose couldn’t possibly not want to. Her head nodded vigorously, and her twin ponytails fluttered in excitement.

With the added charm of the twin-tailed schoolgirl makeup, she, who was already lively, became unbearably cute.

“Let’s eat, we’ll continue shooting later.” Kurosawa reached out and patted her head, smiling.

“Mm-mm.” 

Being patted on the head by him, Ichinose obediently narrowed her eyes, resembling a little cat.

“After finishing the shoot, select some photos and post them on your social media accounts.”

Seeing how obedient she was, Kurosawa felt that the remaining two tasks should be easily accomplished, relieving him of some burden.

It was finally done. 

Now, it was up to Ichinose to upload the photos, hoping they would gain popularity.

If they managed to establish a reputation and reach a certain level of recognition, perhaps they could even participate in major events like Tokyo Fashion Week.

As for going international, that wasn’t something he wanted to consider for now.

In any case, as long as Ichinose wasn’t going hungry, it could be considered a success.