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

Nighttime,

A gentle breeze blew through the gauzy curtains, bringing a refreshing coolness to the room,

The air circulated, and the faint moonlight shone on the big bed,

Haruka Yuzan tossed and turned, feeling like something was missing today, unable to sleep.

A key step was missing, alas, having one more person in the house just wasn't as convenient as when two people were together.

Looking up at the window, the lights in the community had already dimmed, and the dark night sky was so blurry it was hard to see, but one could vaguely make out a few black clouds drifting by.

Onodera... is she asleep at this time?

Should I, perhaps, go take a look? No, that's not right, ask the madam if she's thirsty?

Yes, as a landlord, I have an obligation to care about my tenant's health.

Just as he was about to get up, he heard a knock on the door, the sound was so abrupt, exceptionally prominent in the quiet hallway.

Before Haruka Yuzan could react, the door was opened,

"Are you asleep? Haruka?"

The voice was very soft, gentle, and also tense, as if afraid of disturbing the rest of the room's occupant.

"Hmm?"

Haruka Yuzan sat up in bed,

"Sister Reiko?"

Reiko Onodera, seeing that the boy was not asleep, walked in, and then gently shut the door behind her, finally letting out a sigh of relief.

The moment the bedroom door closed, a crack in the door of the room at the far end of the hallway quietly opened,

Misaki Saki chuckled softly, then tiptoed out of her room, moving so lightly as to avoid making any noise, with a sly expression on her cute little face.

Step by step, she approached Haruka's room, then pressed her ear against it.... and then... heard nothing.

The soundproofing in each room was great.

Her entire little face was pressed against the wooden door, but she could only hear muffled voices, not even clear enough to make out.

Nevertheless, a flicker of excitement still flashed in Misaki Saki's eyes.

The Soul of Melon Eating burned fiercely!

The material for her next work was secured!!!

Inside the room,

"Sister Reiko, it's so late, is something the matter?"

Haruka Yuzan sat on the bed looking at the madam standing by the door,

Now Onodera was wearing the nightgown Haruka had bought for her, with its pure white lace edges a bit loose, her perfect figure enveloped within.

To save on fabric, the neckline generously exposed a swath of fair skin to the air, a very considerate design that also stood out starkly in the dark bedroom.

Haruka Yuzan immediately turned off the bedside lamp, and the soft light illuminated the room, with Reiko Onodera standing by the door, her face faintly blushing,

"I haven't disturbed your rest, have I, Haruka....."

"I haven't fallen asleep yet! Not sleepy at all right now."

The madam knew why she came, and Haruka Yuzan was clearer about it than anyone else; at this moment, he was too excited to even think about sleep.

Trying hard to suppress the restlessness in his heart, he started to play dumb,

"Is there something you need, Sister Reiko?"

Not for any other reason, mainly just to see how the madam would begin talking.

Faced with Haruka's question, Reiko Onodera stood there a bit at a loss,

She was already here and you're asking me what I'm doing? To join you in admiring the moon?

"I... I wanted to ask if you were thirsty?"

At a loss for words, she came up with such an excuse on the spur of the moment.

After speaking, she herself felt so embarrassed she lowered her head.

"What a coincidence!"

No matter what the madam said, Haruka Yuzan would be able to continue the conversation,

"I just happened to be thirsty too; Sister Reiko, you're so thoughtful."

"Ah?"

Reiko Onodera was startled; she didn't expect that the boy was actually thirsty,

"Then, I'll go get you some water to drink."

With that, she was about to leave the bedroom to fetch water.

"Sister Reiko, no rush, no rush, come and sit for a while first."

Haruka Yuzan swiftly called out to stop the madam, who was preparing to leave. If she left, and after thinking about it, it would be tragic if she really just brought in a glass of water.

"Come and sit for a bit first."

Reiko Onodera, hearing this request, hesitated slightly but still came over and sat down by the bed.

Her slender waist and graceful back were revealed as she raised her arm, fleshing out her smooth, pale skin on the side of her chest.

Without realizing it, the boy's body scooted closer, and the madam seemed to have just finished showering, a faint scent of shower gel emanating from her body.

Her hair was also half-wet.

"Haruka..."

Onodera called out feebly, clearly unsure of how to begin, her eyes filled with soft waves as she looked at Haruka Yuzan.

"Hmm, I know."

Haruka Yuzan responded gently, casually placing his arm on that smooth shoulder, and pulled the beautiful woman into his embrace.

Mrs. Onodera didn't resist, but simply lifted her head, carefully sizing up the young man.

Haruka Yuzan gently held the soft body, looked at the rosy lips, and, in the end, couldn't help himself, kissing her directly.

"Mmm!"

Reiko Onodera struggled a bit in the young man's arms, but as the straps of her nightgown slipped off her shoulders.

Soft skin was exposed, and her struggling movements became less and less,

"This isn't right, Sister Reiko...."

"How could this happen..."

"Sister Reiko, let me take a look...."

Haruka Yuzan also took the opportunity to suggest going further.

"Then you can only take a glance..."

After hesitating for a moment, Reiko Onodera eventually nodded gently, her face blushing.

The movement was very small, but Haruka caught it keenly.

"We can't do anything else..."

She turned her head away, no longer paying attention to the young man...

Thinking of at least a month's free rent, Mrs. Onodera felt a boundless guilt in her heart.

She could only try to repay Haruka as best as she could...

Moreover, after the preliminary actions, she now felt an itch on her body, her plump long legs pressing together...

......

Haruka Yuzan let out a heavy breath.

"You, you rascal."

Mrs. Onodera at that moment showed an expression of shy coyness of a young girl.

After calming down, she really despised her actions from earlier.

Haruka Yuzan, you're really something!

After a while, Reiko Onodera got up, straightened her clothes, and was about to leave the room.

"Why not just sleep here?"

"No way, don't even think about it!"

Reiko Onodera replied decisively, tidied up her nightgown, and walked straight out the door.

The hallway was still quiet, Reiko Onodera glanced at the innermost room where bright light seeped through the door crack, breathed a sigh of relief, and returned to her room.

Just as Haruka Yuzan was about to head to the bathroom for a shower, the door was knocked on once again,

"Hm?"

Could it be she regretted it and wanted to sleep with him?

Curiosity piqued, the door opened, and a small figure sneaked in stealthily.

"Damn, why are you here?"

"Hehe."

Misaki Saki, with hands on her hips, looked triumphantly at Haruka on the bed,

"What are you up to?"

"Me? Sleeping, what else would it be, moon gazing?"

Haruka Yuzan was somewhat speechless, tightening the blanket around him,

"Indeed, I'm sleeping, but why did Sister Reiko just come out of your room?"

"You must be seeing things."

Haruka Yuzan stated decisively,

"Sister Reiko wasn't here."

Without being caught red-handed, he could deny it to death.

"Really?"

Misaki Saki, seeing the young man still being stubborn, arched her eyebrows, saying with a teasing smile.

"Of course, you can check for yourself."

Before he finished speaking, the girl pounced, somehow gathering the strength to yank the blanket off Haruka,

A gust of wind...

Having just finished and intending to take a shower, Haruka Yuzan hadn't bothered dressing, and now, with Misaki Saki's antics, a perfectly sculpted body, a result of years of fitness, was laid bare.

Like a piece of European medieval art, the muscle lines on his body seemed carved, smooth and well-defined,

"You, you still want to make excuses, not even dressed..."

Misaki Saki cupped her small face in her hands, but the wide gaps between her fingers allowed a crystal-clear view.

"It's just a habit I have, developed since I was little. It doesn't mean anything," Haruka Yuzan covered himself with the blanket again, rather composedly, given the "holy light" buff he was currently under,

"Also, when you say that, can you wipe the drool off your mouth? It's about to dribble out."