Ginza.
A bubble bath salon.
The boss Jiang, who visited more than once, didn't wear the Ultraman mask this time. He tilted the brim of his sports cap and walked in.
Twenty minutes later.
He was already with a bare upper body, wearing cotton shorts provided by the shop, lying on a comfortable big bed.
The shop's ace technician, elusive as a dragon's tail, was kneeling by the bed, her soft feet curled, creating slight folds, diligently massaging.
This time, she wasn't wearing stockings, her legs bare, though the short skirt helped cover the thighs. However, because of her posture, it stretched up by two centimeters, revealing she wasn't even wearing safety shorts. If she moved any larger, she might expose herself.
Now, this is the kind of service expected.
Going to this place while bringing Youmao and Daoist Duanmu is clearly inappropriate, but as a valued customer, the shop will surely guarantee his safety.
Moreover.
