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

"That night, the person you heroically saved... that was me...."

The evening had fallen, and the street lights were somewhat dim,

aside from a few white-collar workers who had just gotten off work and were heading home, the streets were empty and void of anyone else.

The villa radiated a soft light,

and a stretch Honda was parked at the entrance, its two headlights brightly illuminating the path ahead.

A boy and girl in school uniforms stepped out of the car,

with Otome Yumeko leaning into the boy's chest, she first glanced at the lit-up villa,

then turned her gaze onto Haruka, lifting her head, the infatuation in her eyes unabated, instead filled with anticipation,

"Don't you want to hold me back? It's so late, are you really okay with letting me go back alone?"

Her fingers drew circles lightly on his chest, making Haruka ticklish,

"Or, why don't you come with me, how about that?"

Faced with such a brazen proposition, Haruka Yuzan had his own clever maneuver—reaching out, he caught the girl's chin, gently lifting it, and kissed her rosy lips.

"Mmm...."

Yumeko tiptoed, her hands encircling the boy's neck, pressing herself into his body with force.

Her rosy lips eagerly and forcefully nibbled on the boy.

Haruka's hand slid slowly downward, the black stockings tightly wrapping her plump behind,

the deadly flesh feel was irresistible.

After a while,

their lips parted,

Haruka looked down at the girl in his arms as she gasped for air; her lips were slightly swollen, her teeth parted slightly to reveal the tender tip of her tongue, her eyes filled with greed.

Like a child that could never be satisfied.

"Haruka, I love you so much."

"Mmm."

"Have you found a new tenant?"

The villa behind the boy cast a faint soft glow, not just in the first-floor hall, but the second-floor bedroom as well.

Given her status, the young lady could easily find out such things, yet she still chose to ask Haruka.

That's exactly why Haruka Yuzan wanted to save her.

"What if I said it was Roast Meat being afraid of the dark and turning on the lights itself, would you believe that?"

He pinched the girl's tender cheek as he spoke softly.

Yumeko seemed to enjoy this feeling; the more violent Haruka was with her during their intimate moments, the happier she felt, believing it to be a manifestation of love.

This was also how she behaved with him, always biting his lips with her teeth whenever they were intimate.

"I don't believe that a fat cat would have such skills."

"My cat is exceptional; one day I'll bring it out and let it perform tricks for you."

"Hmph." Not paying attention to his flowery words, Yumeko showed a touch of a young girl's shyness, "All I need to know is that I love you the most. I'll let you off for today, but sooner or later I will tie you up and have you delivered to me obediently."

"Sure, I understand, so I won't even let Roast Meat sleep in the same bed as me."

His hand slowly slipped over the girl's smooth cheek, Yumeko rubbing against his hand meekly, like a domesticated kitten,

"It's best that way; no matter how fascinating things are outside, you'll find that I am always the one who loves you... "

"Mmm."

...

Yumeko, in her red school uniform, stood at the villa's front door, watching the boy's figure disappear from her sight,

Back in the car, the infatuated and crazy look in her eyes immediately cooled down.

"Madam, should we investigate Young Master Haruka's tenant?"

The female assistant sitting in the passenger seat asked respectfully, attuned to nuances—a basic skill in their profession.

She knew about Haruka Yuzan and the young lady's affair; seeing the villa lights on, she had her suspicions.

"No need, just do your job well." A cold voice came through, emotionless.

"Yes." The assistant quickly nodded.

"I've promised Haruka, I won't investigate him lightly, to be just like an ordinary girlfriend..."

Yumeko's gaze was ice cold as she stared ahead, the street outside the car brightened by the headlights, her eyes brimming with extreme restraint, "I can always do what I've promised."

The black car drove out of the neighborhood, the scenery flashing by the windows, with the young lady's hazy figure reflected in the dark glass.

After a long while, the hand that had been tightly clutching the hem of her clothes finally relaxed, the wrinkled fabric smoothing out in the air.

Yumeko let out a slow sigh; she could wait, would always wait, just as she had been waiting for Haruka since that night.

...

Back at home,

As soon as he had changed his shoes, Mrs. Onodera in her nightgown approached him quite naturally, taking the backpack and coat from the boy,

"Haruka, do you want to eat something?"

She knew he'd been out to dinner with friends that night, but nonetheless, she'd kept his portion of the dinner.

"There's no need for that, Sister Reiko, I've already eaten my fill outside." Haruka Yuzan said with a smile.

"Oh, alright." Even knowing she shouldn't feel that way, Madam couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

Haruka saw it in an instant,

and with Chiba Shimizu reading in the living room, he didn't make any intimate move on Madam, just surreptitiously tapped her bottom,

"For tomorrow's lunch, I'd like to have abalone..."