Tokyo landlord: why is the panties of the lady next door in my house?!

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"Hahaha! Then you've come to the right person! Leave this matter to me!!!"

Misaki Saki began to feel proud again, as if she had come back to life fully revived from just now's embarrassment!

Haruka Yuzan had long been used to this somewhat neurotic individual and was somewhat curious, "Oh? You've come up with a good idea so quickly?"

"Yep!" The girl nodded vigorously.

"Let's hear it."

As if the vase was no longer part of the décor, Haruka Yuzan retracted his hand with all due respect, his gaze filled with a touch of curiosity towards the girl.

Misaki Saki let out a sly "hehe" as if certain of her own idea,

"Then let's play a game!!!"

With one sentence, she stunned Haruka.

"You... what did you say?"

"Play a game! There's no one in the world who can't play games! If there is, surely they haven't found the right one!"

The girl proclaimed as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

After hearing her, Haruka Yuzan silently stretched his retracted hand back in again.

Alright, he had thought too much.

Expecting a doujinshi artist to come up with any bright ideas?

It's not Misaki's fault; if anyone's to blame, it's him...

For actually believing this person could offer any good advice.

Sigh,

He sighed softly; unconsciously, his grip tightened,

So naive…

A small bulge wriggled under the girl's T-shirt, the fabric lifting to reveal her pale slender waist.

Not seeing the admiration she had imagined in the boy's eyes, Misaki Saki became absent-minded again, her finger pressed to her lips as she blinked her bean eyes, "What's wrong?"

"Ah... nothing..." Haruka Yuzan lay on the bed, claiming everything was fine, but the disdainful dead fish expression on his face betrayed him.

"What do you mean nothing! You were looking down on me just now, weren't you!!"

Misaki Saki instantly lost it, thrashing as she withdrew herself, "Hmph! I won't let you take advantage of me!!"

"Do you think Chiba would like to play games?"

"Isn't that so?"

"Wanna bet?"

"Sure! As if I'd be scared of you?"

"If you lose, you dress as a maid!!!"

"Huh?" At the boy's suggestion, Misaki Saki let out a sinister smile, wasn't she going to wear the maid outfit anyway? This was a sure win!

At the same time, she felt relieved that she hadn't told the boy she'd be wearing a maid costume that evening.

"What's up?" Haruka Yuzan frowned.

"Nothing!"

Snapping back to reality, Misaki Saki quickly put on an innocent and cute smile, convincingly deceitful,

"It's settled then!!!"

"Fine!"

Seeing the handsome face of the boy in front of her, Misaki Saki's heart leapt with joy,

Hehehe, still so naïve, Haruka-kun, today your sister will teach you a proper lesson!!!

However, the girl had completely forgotten... this bet hadn't spelled out what would happen if Haruka Yuzan lost???

At this moment, Misaki Saki was still blissfully lost in her own fantasies.

Simple people are so nice.

Haruka Yuzan let out a sigh and continued to lay on the bed resting.

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Night fell,

After dinner,

They sat on the sofa watching television,

Today Chiba Shimizu didn't choose to read but closed her book, attempting... to watch TV?

The gentle breeze, the grass, a boy sitting on the ground, a pretty girl standing behind him, an atmosphere brimming with youth--"Daily Lives of High School Boys"

A show mainly for laughs, yet the young misses managed to watch it without any expression on her face the whole time.

Maybe... she just didn't get it.....

Haruka Yuzan guessed, finding the girl's blank face more interesting than the actual show.

Reiko Onodera was busying herself with some needlework,

As Mrs. Onodera had said,

Arisugawa Hoshina had accidentally torn her vest this morning at work, and remaking it would require the employee to pay out of pocket,

Fortunately, Mrs. Onodera knew how to sew clothes, so she simply took the vest home to mend it for Arisugawa Hoshina.

Her delicate fingers moved the needle back and forth, her gentle face serious with concentration,

Her view obstructed by her own looming bust as she bent over the work in her lap, Reiko Onodera had no choice but to lift her arms a little higher to clear away the sight.

Such a kind-hearted person.

Good thing she met me....

The boy thought self-admiringly.

"Hoshina is also a very good person! I help her with whatever problems she has. And, you know, a young girl living alone and renting a place elsewhere, always eating convenience store bento for meals, it's a bit saddening. Whenever I can help, I help a little more," explained Reiko Onodera, sacrificing her own rest time to carefully mend the vest.

In reality, the most kind and gentle one was herself.

Didn't she notice how even the usually aloof Miss Chiba changed because of her?

But Haruka Yuzan didn't expect Mrs. Onodera's high regard for the Spice Girl!

The little missy's character isn't bad??

...

The moon was bright, and the stars were sparse. The night boasted great weather, the entire sky clear, and faintly, it seemed one could witness the breeze flowing through the air,

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It was like a layer of transparent gauze, a hazy feeling that held a sense of artistic conception.

Unfortunately, in this big city, how many people could appreciate such a scene?

"Shimizu?"

Misaki Saki giggled, shifting her little bottom on the sofa and scooting over to the girl.

The mission-carrying little Misaki was about to spring into action!!!

Haruka Yuzan couldn't help but look over,

"Hmm, is there something you want?" Chiba Shimizu pulled her gaze away from the television.

Just as Haruka Yuzan anticipated what the girl would say...

Saki revealed an innocent and cute expression,

"Hehe, do you want to play a video game?"

It was direct, clear, and very much like Misaki's way of doing things—simple and pure with that innocent smile...

And, Haruka always had the feeling that it was like a happy-go-lucky person trying to fool a genius beauty.

How could anyone agree to that?

"Why?" As expected, the class president also seemed puzzled, right?

"Why?" Saki was taken aback for a moment, then immediately put on an innocent and cute expression,

batting her bright and clear eyes, "It's just that I want to invite Shimizu to play games together. No student would refuse..."

The adorably cute look was almost enough to melt hearts.

Was she using her looks to be cute and win favor now?

As he leaned back on the sofa, Haruka Yuzan relaxed a bit more. That trick might work on others, but across from him was Miss Chiba; she wasn't likely to be swayed by that!!

Is that all you've got, Misaki... only enough to deal with me...

Too green.

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Sure enough,

when Miss Chiba saw Saki's adorable expression,

her cool face remained expressionless, her autumn-water-like eyes still clear and cold, with a touch of desolation,

"Okay, Shimizu?" Saki leaned in closer, trying hard to amplify her charm.

"Sure." Chiba Shimizu nodded, seemingly agreeing to it.

????

The class president's response left Haruka Yuzan stunned. Agreed?

Please, even if she can't keep up the perfect persona, she wouldn't stoop to playing video games with a doujinshi artist, right?

Miss Chiba!

"Yep yep!"

Getting the answer she wanted, Saki nodded vigorously, her cute little face full of surprise, "I promise you'll start to like playing games!!"

Her young, clear voice sounded very happy.

Chiba Shimizu just nodded without showing much of a reaction.

But Saki didn't mind that at all, hopping off the sofa and striding proudly ahead.

Halfway there, she even glanced back at the boy triumphantly, raising an eyebrow, her little expression seeming to say,

Wait until I trample you underfoot!!

Watching the two beauties, one big and one small, walk towards the second floor, Haruka Yuzan lay on the sofa without saying much.

Although he was a little taken aback just now, that was all.

Saki won! She got Chiba Shimizu's secret.

Saki lost! She got a one-time maid experience card!

A business where she could only gain, as she definitely wouldn't lose.

In the living room, it was suddenly just Haruka Yuzan and madam left.

Watching the gentle and beautiful woman sewing, Haruka Yuzan naturally sat down beside her.

He wrapped an arm around that slender waist.

"Sister Reiko, my arms and legs are really sore... I want your help to massage them tonight..."

The familiar dialogue made Reiko Onodera pause her sewing, lifting her head to look at the boy, her eyes filled with tenderness and a hint of shyness.

"This time it's for real."

Seeing Mrs. Onodera not quite believe him, Haruka Yuzan quickly added,

"It's really sore."

But Mrs. Onodera's cheeks did start to turn a deeper pink, and her eyes seemed about to envelop the boy with their warmth.

"Haruka, you can't be like that every day..." her soft voice drifted gently from her cherry lips, "you need to learn self-control and moderation, we did so much last night already..."

"No, it's not that, I really did some work this afternoon, and I'm a bit sore..."

Haruka Yuzan showed a helpless smile, don't think dirty, I'm very innocent, okay? The incarnation of justice!!!

"Ah?" It seemed she believed him as Reiko Onodera startled, and then her whole face blushed even more.

This time it wasn't shyness...

"Oh, oh... I thought..."

Her voice was soft and sticky, and as she spoke, she lowered her head and became more embarrassed to face the boy.

"What did you think?" Seeing the lady's affectionate demeanor, the boy gave a mischievous smile, "Let's do it now. We'll go up to the bedroom on the second floor, you help me out, and after that, I'll go to sleep."

Saying this, he took Mrs. Onodera's tender hand and headed toward the second floor. Reiko Onodera was wearing a tight tank top and shorts.

With large areas of her fair skin exposed,

she followed the boy upstairs, her full, fair legs shimmering. After the efforts of the previous night, madam looked even more radiant and lively.

"Haruka..."

"Yeah, I'm here."

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"Meow?"

Roast Meat, who lay on the sofa, sat up, blinking his bean eyes in confusion. How come it was just him, a single cat, left again?

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