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After a brief chat, Mrs. Sato's friends began to arrive one after another.
As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together. As a noblewoman, Mrs. Sato's friends were naturally all middle-aged ladies. Although somewhat older, their temperament and figures were all quite good.
Of course, male and female aesthetics are not entirely the same.
Kitahara Makoto thought the ladies were still charming, but in the eyes of the ladies themselves, perhaps this spot was a bit chubby, that spot a bit fat; otherwise, they wouldn't have come to lose weight.
Next, there was naturally a simple exchange of greetings and introductions.
Several ladies' eyes lit up when they saw Kitahara Makoto. With Kitahara Makoto's current high charm attribute, he was definitely a favorite among the ladies.
What made Kitahara Makoto slightly curious was Mrs. Nagasaki, one of the elegant and charming ladies. She spoke unhurriedly, with an elegant tone, giving off a gentle feeling reminiscent of a Yamato Nadeshiko. Yet, for some reason, her every gesture gave him a subtle sense of familiarity.
"Strange… Where does this sense of familiarity come from?"
Kitahara Makoto was certain that he was meeting this lady for the first time, and he didn't know where the subtle sense of familiarity came from.
"Who wants to go first, ladies?"
Kitahara Makoto asked softly.
"I'll go first," Mrs. Sato said with a smile, "Before the massage, I'll weigh myself, so no one suspects us."
After speaking, Mrs. Sato gracefully walked onto the scale.
The invited ladies exchanged glances, all showing surprise.
Weight is a secret that women do not allow to be seen, especially after a certain age. Gaining a pound is easy, but losing a pound is incredibly difficult. Basically, no woman is willing to let others know her weight.
Mrs. Sato actually taking the initiative to tell everyone her weight now was inevitably surprising.
"Kitahara-kun, I'm counting on you." Mrs. Sato lay down on the special massage bed and turned her head to look over. "There's quite a bit of fat on my thighs. I want to slim my legs today, is that okay?"
Due to different body structures, men and women accumulate fat in different places. Men primarily accumulate fat in their abdomen, which is why they often develop a potbelly in middle age, while women primarily accumulate fat in their thighs.
"No problem."
Kitahara Makoto calmly agreed.
With insect around, let alone wanting to slim your legs, even if you want to get rid of fatty liver, it can handle it!
Under the curious gazes of several wives, Kitahara Makoto kept his eyes focused, walked straight to Mrs. Sato's back, and began to massage her.
For today's 'business', Kitahara Makoto specifically watched two hours of massage tutorial videos last night. Although he had no practical experience, he already looked quite professional.
"Eh, it just looks like a normal massage..."
"Don't rush, let's wait and see. Mrs. Sato is so confident, she surely won't disappoint everyone."
"If it doesn't work, then Kitahara-kun will just have to 'apologize properly'."
"..."
While the wives chatted idly, Kitahara Makoto quietly summoned insect and then secretly placed insect inside Mrs. Sato's body.
"Hmm..."
Mrs. Sato suddenly let out a soft hum, her brows furrowing.
"What's wrong?"
One wife asked curiously.
"Nothing..." Mrs. Sato's expression was subtle. "I just felt something strange enter my body..."
Kitahara Makoto was not flustered in the slightest.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, and with everyone fully dressed, there was no way they would suspect him of taking advantage of the wife, right?
Insect, this thing, can freely switch between illusory and real states. Kitahara Makoto usually keeps it hidden inside his body in an illusory state, but to devour fat, it must transform into a physical entity.
Fortunately, it doesn't cause any harm, and doesn't even cause pain, just a subtle foreign body sensation.
A moment later.
"Mrs. Sato, your request has been met."
Kitahara Makoto quietly put away insect and stood up to the side.
"Everyone, watch closely, don't blink..."
Mrs. Sato gracefully got up, stretched, and then, under the curious gaze of several wives, walked to the scale she had just used and weighed herself again.
As the numbers appeared on the scale, several wives exclaimed in surprise.
"What? It actually dropped by a whole kilogram?"
"That's amazing!"
"Let me experience it myself quickly."
"..."
The scale was placed right in front of the wives, and no one else had touched it from beginning to end, so there was naturally no possibility of tampering.
So the fact was clear: Kitahara Makoto indeed possessed an incredible ability to help others lose weight quickly.
There's no need to say more about what happened next.
Togawa Sakiko was responsible for customizing weight loss plans for the wives, and Kitahara Makoto only needed to be responsible for the weight loss itself.
After personally experiencing Kitahara Makoto's miraculous weight loss technique, several wives gave him full marks.
"Hmm, it's finally my turn."
Mrs. Nagasaki lay on the massage bed, tilting her head to look over, her voice soft and airy:
"Kitahara-kun, I'm counting on you."
"Mrs. Nagasaki, relax your body."
Kitahara Makoto exhaled softly and began to massage.
For some reason, the subtle sense of familiarity grew stronger.
She spoke gently, her posture elegant, giving the illusion of being easy to get along with, but Kitahara Makoto always had a feeling that the Mrs. Nagasaki in front of him was not as easy to get along with as she appeared.
"Hmm, that feels very comfortable..."
Mrs. Nagasaki narrowed her eyes in pleasure.
Seeing this narrowed-eye expression, the sense of familiarity in Kitahara Makoto's heart grew even stronger, and the image of Tsundere Young Miss suddenly appeared in his mind.
"Wait, could it be... it shouldn't be such a coincidence."
Kitahara Makoto shook his head slightly.
Tokyo has a population of 30 million, and Nagasaki is not a rare surname; it's quite normal to encounter someone with the same surname.
A moment later.
The massage ended.
"Thank you, Kitahara-kun, I feel much lighter all over."
Mrs. Nagasaki sat up, raised her hand to cover her mouth as she yawned, and then a soft, airy voice entered Kitahara Makoto's ears:
"Kitahara-kun, don't rush off later, I have some business I'd like to discuss with you."
"...Discuss business?"
Kitahara Makoto was slightly startled.
Could it be a business worth hundreds of millions?
He already knew how charming he was now, or rather, how eager these wives were.
While massaging just now, one of the wives, when no one was looking, directly rubbed her foot against him!
If Kitahara Makoto didn't want to work hard anymore, he could instantly live off a rich woman.
"Kitahara-kun, you worked hard." Togawa Sakiko subtly walked forward and handed him a bottle of drink, drawing Kitahara Makoto's attention. "Have something to drink first, and rest for a bit."
Kitahara Makoto took the drink: "Thank you, Togawa-san."
After the weight loss was over, all the trivial matters like greeting and sending off guests were Togawa-san's job, including later receiving payments, finding new clients, contacting old clients, and so on. Kitahara Makoto didn't have to worry about a single thing; he could just be a hands-off boss.
During the break, Mrs. Nagasaki, who had already left, suddenly walked back over:
"Sorry, Kitahara-kun, for making you wait."
Kitahara Makoto: "..."
I really wasn't waiting for you, I was waiting for Togawa-san, okay!
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