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

Misaki Saki was basking in the adoration of Rika Onodera, looking especially smug.

Her smile stretched almost to the corners of her eyes, albeit in a round and blunt shape.

Why did every expression of hers have to be so exaggerated? She was like a walking emoji!

Haruka Yuzan guessed it must have something to do with that cute and pretty face of hers.

That damned little she-devil, relying on her cuteness to do whatever she wanted???

"Sister Misaki, you're so amazing; I want to be just like you when I grow up!!" Every word Rika Onodera said struck right at Misaki Saki's heart.

"You will be! Little Rika, you're great too!!!"

The two little girls were praising each other over their phones, which made Haruka Yuzan so happy to watch.

Even though there was a decade's difference in their ages, they got along so well. Was Misaki Saki just too immature?

Reiko Onodera was looking at herself in the drawing, her face brimming with satisfaction.

The paper was large, but it didn't detract from the sensory detail; it looked even finer.

Like madam's mature and sexy figure, every proportion of her body was perfectly replicated.

That night, Haruka Yuzan had asked the girl.

"How did you manage to do it?"

"By relying on my clever little brain and perceptive eyes, of course! Don't underestimate the power of a Doujinshi Artist."

Misaki Saki proudly tilted her head back. Looking at the haughty little girl, Haruka remembered how, at that moment, he tenderly covered her rosy little mouth.

Indeed, not even Reiko Onodera had posed for Misaki Saki; she painted such an accurate likeness just from memory, which was impressive.

Even Haruka Yuzan, measuring madam every day, couldn't draw her with such accuracy.

Professionals are just on a different level.

Especially a Doujinshi Artist like Misaki Saki who, relying on imagination, had her own unique understanding of human anatomy.

...

Tonight, the moon seemed especially bright, standing out as sacred and dazzling against the pitch-black night sky.

The night breeze carried a slight chill, blowing in through the screen window, lowering the temperature in the living room considerably.

The passionate voice of a vlogger came from the TV, mixing with the silver, melodious laughter of Misaki Saki and Rika Onodera nearby, creating the warmth of this family atmosphere.

All except for one person.

The girl sat in the corner of the sofa, her fingers gently flipping through pages, her cool gaze unaffected by the noisy environment.

Haruka Yuzan had no doubts that the young lady could concentrate in this setting.

After all, except for reading textbooks during class, she never spared them a glance at any other time.

Every day, she was reading... "books for leisure."

Yet despite this, she still topped the exams, dominating the number one spot with steadfast resolve.

That damned genius beauty...

Made Haruka Yuzan, an ordinary person who strived hard, quite envious.

"Classmate Haruka, you can watch TV. Can you not think about me in your mind? Especially not anything bad."

At that moment, a cool voice echoed from Chiba Shimizu, who looked up at the boy.

Her deep, autumnal eyes were without a ripple, quietly observing the boy she was evaluating...

"Hm?"

Was he that mentally sharp? Haruka Yuzan was taken aback. Or was it that obvious? It seemed every time he thought about the young lady, she sensed it.

Damn, she couldn't possibly have some superpower, could she??

Looking at the boy, Chiba Shimizu's eyes appeared somewhat speechless, confirming Haruka's suspicion even more.

Who really was the protagonist here?

"You... What are you thinking about now?" Chiba Shimizu frowned. Why was this guy always thinking about her?

Haruka Yuzan stood up and sat down beside the young lady. Faced with the boy suddenly moving closer, Shimizu remained calm and indifferent, showing no surprise or fear.

"Chiba, you've worked hard today," Haruka Yuzan whispered.

"Not hard," Chiba Shimizu shook her head, a hint of disdain flashing through her cool eyes at the boy's avoidance of the question,

As if saying, is escaping all you know how to do, perfect Classmate Haruka?

The latter descriptive was Haruka Yuzan's own addition,

"I think you don't need to be so sensitive every day. Being a bit denser might make you happier."

He said this, pointing his finger at the gleeful Misaki Saki, glued to her phone, "Look at Misaki, she's so happy every day, living a life that even makes me envious."

A doujinshi artist with a bit of wealth in her pocket, staying at home day by day, eating and drinking, playing and enjoying, her greatest goal to keep herself plump and maintain a cheerful mood, with finding inspiration and creating art only as her second priority.

Perhaps it's only when short of inspiration that such a person might suffer a bit...

But Misaki Saki was notoriously heartless; if she lacked inspiration, she'd just slack off until she spent all the money in her wallet, then worry about the rest later.

Just thinking about the girl lying in a pile of snacks slackly made Haruka Yuzan chuckle.

"Misaki.... Misaki also has her own goals, right?" Chiba Shimizu looked toward the center of the living room, quietly saying,

"Everyone has things they want to do, whether it's now or in the future...."

"Then, what goals are worthy of Class President's pursuit?" Haruka Yuzan asked with a smile.

"It's getting late.... Go to bed early."

Chiba Shimizu did not respond, closing the book and walking up to the second floor alone.

It seems that I'm not the only one evading questions....

Watching that slender figure leave, Haruka Yuzan shook his head.

....

The bright moonlit night was obscured by dark clouds, looking like it was going to rain.

In May and June, it's already a rainy season, and it's uncertain when this rainfall will start or end....

Now only the night owl duo remained in the living room.

Reiko Onodera had already finished the video call with her daughter and, taking the drawing given to her by Misaki Saki, had returned to her bedroom to rest.

Today was a joyful and fulfilling day for madam,

Both mentally and physically....

Gently stroking the fat cat that had already fallen asleep in his arms, Haruka Yuzan leaned on the sofa watching the TV where, "Is there WiFi, is there WiFi, is there...."

Beside him, Misaki Saki was also intently watching the TV, her two fair and slender little legs coiled on the sofa, her cute little face showing a trace of curiosity.

The scene was quite heartwarming.

Unfortunately, the touching atmosphere lasted less than three minutes before Misaki Saki, seemingly recalling something, began to slowly wiggle her small bottom towards the boy, until her little body fully touched the boy's arm.

Haruka Yuzan turned his head to look at her, the girl's gaze still fixed on the TV screen, but the corners of her eyes seemed to carry a hint of a smile and a slyness.

Feeling the soft touch against his arm, he naturally reached out and encircled that slim waist.

The roast meat in his arms seemed to find the position uncomfortable and meowed twice, rubbing in the boy's embrace before turning from the previous prone position to lying flat.

The little tail waved and landed on the girl's thigh, ticklish.

The two of them watched another episode, and it must be said that Umaru Doma's brother really is a model good man, expert at laundry and cooking, taking care of children, proficient in everything.

"I'm so envious!"

Misaki Saki exclaimed from the side,

"When can I also have someone to love and care for me like that!"

Haruka Yuzan did not respond.

But the girl, not giving up, stretched out her slender legs, dangling them in midair, perfectly straight.

The cute and springy little toes hung in the air, seemed to be... seductive?

Looking at those legs that were altogether... so short, Misaki Saki seemed to feel her own thigh with a touch.

Even though they were short, her legs were indeed quite attractive.

The proportions of her figure were also quite excellent, overall fair and soft, and although she didn't exercise, she had the advantage of youth, with youthful and tight calves, and smooth, rounded thighs that felt nice to touch.

However, such a level was only enough for Haruka to take an extra glance or two.

"How does it look?" Misaki Saki, leaning languidly in Haruka's embrace, raised her eyebrows and said with a giggle, "Nice, aren't they?"

The little legs stuck out seemed to be slightly trembling, as if they were about to give out soon.

For someone so physically inept, even maintaining a position while lying down would feel tired after just a few minutes.

This... had become a psychological condition.

Haruka Yuzan smiled, withdrew his hand from around the girl's waist, and gave a firm smack on her thigh, "Smack!" The crisp sound rose, followed by the girl's cry of surprise,

"Ow! What are you doing?"

Misaki Saki looked at Haruka in pain, her hand covering her thigh as a bright red handprint slowly revealed itself on her delicate skin.

"Don't you know how to treat women tenderly!"

The cute young wife was gone, leaving behind a gloomy little resentful woman??

"Sit properly and watch the TV." Haruka Yuzan said with a laugh, "Your little short legs are of no use to me!!"

However, upon hearing these words, Misaki Saki was first taken aback, her small face ready to puff up, but then as if she thought of something, the face about to puff up retracted,

Her arched eyebrows teased the boy,

"If you don't like it, then how come when I use my feet like that...."

Saying this, her two beautiful big eyes again curved into crescent moons.

"What nonsense are you talking about." Haruka Yuzan slapped the girl's little bottom,

"Watch the TV, don't talk, when will you be as cute as Umaru?"

"Tsk! Awkward subject change." Misaki Saki pursed her lips, expressing her disdain for the boy.

Time ticked away and the clouds outside seemed to be getting thicker, the breeze growing stronger along with them,

Haruka Yuzan glanced at the time, thinking it couldn't be too late, or what would he do if Sister Reiko fell asleep?