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

Today is Monday,

and the last class in the afternoon is home economics, which usually involves cooking or needlework.

Of course,

cooking doesn't mean letting students take turns stir-frying at the stove—that wouldn't be in line with Kanagawa's teaching style or the school ethos.

Most of the time, the class involves making some sort of exquisite Western-style desserts.

Just outside the window were the beautiful cherry trees,

and by the time the teacher came in, the cooking classroom was already filled with students.

The teacher, who has been employed for four years, also wisely grouped Miss Otome and Haruka Yuzan together.

But for Chiba Shimizu, who was also attending the class for the first time, Teacher Yamaguchi couldn't help but feel troubled.

"Teacher, I'll just be a group by myself."

The class president's voice was calm and emotionless, leaving people guessing.

A single sentence had many of the boys feeling a bit downhearted,

In truth, no matter who was grouped with the young lady, they felt nervous,

thinking today they didn't wash their hair—would Chiba Student notice if they were grouped together? Should they show off their cooking skills later? Do they know how to cook? What should they say later?

All these questions arose in the boys' minds, but now they didn't have to think too much—Chiba Student would be alone in her group.

"Hmm, okay, if you have any problems, come to me in time." Teacher Yamaguchi nodded, offering a kind smile,

Already having a stable family and career, she respected the wishes of this capitalist young miss more than sticking to the rule of two or three students per group.

The fair young girl dressed in an apron was beaten eggs alone, her delicate face serious, with a tranquil beauty that seemed out of place in her surroundings.

After some time practicing at home, the young lady's culinary skills stood out among the students.

This surprised everyone, not expecting Chiba Student, who had never attended home economics, to actually be capable of making meals.

All one could say was, truly a "perfect character indeed."

...

For Chiba Shimizu, who formed a group alone, the boys imbued with adolescent fantasies were also bustling with their own little thoughts,

Beautiful, proud, working alone in group projects—no boy would reject such a scene out of an anime.

Unfortunately, after hesitating on the spot for a long time, no brave soul dared to take a step forward.

"Otome, aren't you going to invite your good friend over to make desserts?"

Glancing at the scene over there, Haruka Yuzan asked the girl clinging to him with a smile,

since even her personal rest area was shared, their relationship must be quite good.

Otome Mizuko's breath was hot on Haruka's cheek, ticklish, and if only they were alone in the classroom, those bright eyes would probably turn into pink little hearts,

"Haruka, I don't want anyone to disturb our sweet time... nobody is allowed, no matter who."

The girl's smile was radiant as if it had never ceased since the moment she saw Haruka, her fragrant and soft body pressing close,

"Hmm..."

As for Miss Otome's intimate gesture, Haruka Yuzan had grown used to it; after all, since the other party wasn't shy, his resistance seemed redundant and feeble.

Better to just enjoy it.

As time ticked by, the cooking class became noisy again, each student insisting that their culinary views were the best.

A slight difference of opinion could lead to a half-day debate.

Over there, Heisuke was already sweating bullets, as Mishima Student had started an argument with someone else, and the quarrels among the girls left the tall boy somehow at a loss.

Compared to the chaos of other groups, the cleanest were those of Chiba Shimizu and Haruka Yuzan.

The young lady needed no explanation, a one-woman army.

Does Otome Mizuko know how to cook?

Haruka Yuzan didn't know, but he took care of all matters by himself.

The young lady was responsible for just being a beautiful vase by his side.

"Haruka, you can actually cook!"

"Yes, if I didn't cook, I might starve to death."

"It's such a hassle, you don't have to do it alone. Move in with me in a couple of days."

"Could you please not sully my hardworking spirit with money?" Living off someone isn't all, for eating hard-earned meals is the real deal.

"Do you know what I like most about you?"

"Which part?" Haruka Yuzan set aside the egg mixture and turned to look at the girl sitting on a chair, staring at him intently.

When it was just the two of them, Miss Otome's eyes held more hints of madness and obsession,

this... was also something he found peculiar.

"I like how you can lie with such a straight face."

Otome Mizuko stretched out her finger but could only touch the boy's chest.

Sighing softly, it seemed no one could understand the boy's proud heart; Haruka Yuzan went back to his work,

He had to make a chocolate cake dessert, which was quite a task when done alone.

After achieving the right balance of sweetness and softness and producing a chocolate cake he considered "perfect,"

Haruka Yuzan placed the small plate in front of the girl, showing a moderate smile,

"Please taste."

Otome Mizuko took the fork nonchalantly yet exuded an unmistakable sense of elegance.

The black chocolate lava slowly oozed out with the cut of the fork; the taste was explosive with a single bite.

With her mouth slightly open, the girl took a bite, savoring it carefully in her mouth,

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