Chapter 9: Help Me Clean Up

The next day, Kitahara slept until the sun was high in the sky before waking up.

After waking, he was still a bit dazed. It took him a while to react and understand where he was and what day it was.

The bedroom curtains hadn’t been drawn last night. Now, Tokyo’s brilliant summer sunlight streamed through the window, filling the entire room and illuminating every corner. Even the dust in the air was clearly visible.

Kitahara lazily got up and felt hunger in his belly. He checked the time—it was already past ten o’clock.

He had really slept until he woke up naturally!

He quickly washed up and took care of his physiological needs, then changed clothes and went out to find food.

He wandered around downstairs and casually found a ramen shop to eat a bowl of tonkotsu ramen to fill his stomach. He thought he’d take a casual walk to aid digestion and then go back to start his writing career.

But when he reached a street corner, a flyer he received changed his mind.

It was a beautifully printed flyer with half-body photos of several young women in yukata. They were young and pretty, with especially bright smiles.

"Sir, please come experience our massage parlor. We will absolutely satisfy you. A regular ’massage’ package is only 5,800 yen. Absolutely worth it! Please!"

The little sister handing out flyers was stopping Kitahara, working hard to win this customer.

Kitahara was somewhat tempted. This seemed... not impossible either.

He hadn’t experienced Japan’s "massage" yet! For a regular at foot massage parlors like him, this thing had enormous appeal, no less than Hayami Rina.

Yesterday he had earned over a hundred thousand yen. Maybe he should spend some today?

"Excuse me, is this a legitimate massage establishment?" Kitahara asked.

"Absolutely legitimate. However, if you have special needs, sir, we can also provide services, and the prices are very reasonable. Sir, you can first follow me to the shop to take a look, see the environment and service staff, and then decide. It’s just ahead, very close."

The flyer girl saw that Kitahara seemed like a potential customer and became somewhat excited. Pointing ahead, she made a leading gesture and warmly invited Kitahara over.

Every time she successfully brought a customer to the shop, she got a commission, so she cherished every opportunity.

"Alright then, let’s go take a look!"

He had nothing else to do, and his new book wasn’t urgent. Kitahara was relatively free now. He decided to go take a look and give it a try if possible.

See what the difference was between Japan’s "massage" and the domestic ones.

Just from the introduction, it seemed this place was more open, less secretive.

Hearing this, the flyer girl’s smile grew even brighter. She immediately bowed deeply in thanks, then led Kitahara forward.

Kitahara noticed this girl’s looks were also quite good. She was very young and very polite. On the way, he spoke up:

"May I ask—can I request a specific person at your shop? I’d like you to serve me." ℯℯ𝑙.

"Nani? Me? I’m sorry, sir. I’m just a part-time temp worker, handing out flyers and inviting guests. I can’t serve you. The shop has dedicated technicians for you to choose from. I’m truly sorry!"

"Alright, what a pity!"

"It’s my honor to receive your favor."

She said it was very close, but they actually walked for nearly five minutes before reaching a massage parlor deep in an alley.

But the sign for this massage parlor was quite large. It didn’t look like some shady establishment, so Kitahara walked in with peace of mind.

"Welcome~"

As soon as he entered the shop, welcoming voices sounded one after another.

Kitahara was very familiar with this kind of scene. He smiled and greeted several female technicians.

Someone came to lead him to sit on the sofa, someone poured tea, and someone brought over a menu of services for him to look at. In no time, Kitahara was surrounded by a group of beauties.

He had to admit, the Japanese service was something else. Just in terms of enthusiasm, it was far stronger than back home.

Kitahara glanced at the price list and listened to the attendant’s explanation. In the end, he didn’t choose the basic 5,800 yen package but chose the full 9,800 yen package.

Don’t misunderstand—this was a legitimate service, a total of 90 minutes.

He felt the price was acceptable.

After choosing the service and drinking a few sips of tea, he was taken to the second floor.

As for the process, well, it was just as expected. It was passable, nothing stunning. Kitahara felt that compared to technique, the main thing here was providing emotional value.

The service really was impeccable. The technician bowed dozens of times and constantly asked about the pressure and how it felt.

Although asking too much could get a bit annoying, it did make a person feel genuinely respected. The money wasn’t wasted.