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

At night,

In the quiet neighborhood, occasional bursts of cicadas could be heard, and the night breeze rustled the branches in the serene night, creating a symphony gifted by nature that was comforting and tranquil—the purest prelude to peaceful slumber...

When it reached the ears, it brought about a sense of relaxation and delight to the senses.

Unfortunately, in the master bedroom of the villa, this was drowned out by a youthful voice,

"Ouch, just tell me... when exactly is Sister Reiko's birthday?"

The sweet voice echoed in the bedroom, as Misaki Saki transformed once again into a cute, clingy girl, lying beside the boy, blinking her sparkling eyes and giggling,

"Don't keep this a secret from me, let me be prepared."

Watching those little legs swinging in the air, Haruka Yuzan found it somewhat amusing,

"You really want to know? I'm not going to tell you..."

This girl, every time she wanted someone's help, she'd put on this delicate act that was quite deceiving.

"Eyy, just tell me, please."

Misaki Saki snuggled into the boy's embrace, hugging his neck and starting to act coquettishly.

Feeling the youthful softness in his arms, Haruka Yuzan leaned back against the headboard, his large hand brushing over her smooth, fair back, and he finally spoke slowly,

"May seventeenth."

"That leaves only two weeks! I have to think about what kind of gift to prepare."

The girl pouted, her bright eyes contemplating something.

Haruka Yuzan didn't bother her, yawned, and with the girl's soft little body in his arms, closed his eyes.

The room was quiet, the sound of the night wind sighing reached their ears, holding the cute girl in his arms,

He had intended to rest for a moment, but the tender body of the girl on top of him made him unwittingly drift off to sleep...

"Hey, what if I buy Sister Reiko a robotic vacuum cleaner! That way..."

As she spoke, she noticed that the boy underneath her seemed to have fallen asleep.

In the darkness of the room, the peaceful face of the handsome young man caught her eye... he looked pretty good... Misaki Saki's cheeks flushed red.

In the silence of the night, she could almost hear her heart pounding, and after a moment's hesitation, her head still stiffly rested on Haruka Yuzan's chest.

The warm sensation, accompanied by the strong heartbeat, entered her ears, and the girl now resembled a steam engine, with blush spreading to her neck. Although they had been through many intimate gestures before,

But at this moment, in this setting, the sudden rush of feelings caught Misaki Saki off guard.

Damn it!!!

You're destined to be a Doujinshi Artist's woman! How could you turn into a sentimental girl??? Where did all your rubbish thoughts go?

The girl opened her eyes wide, for the first time quietly feeling a little lost.

The previous intimacy was a single-minded search for inspiration, with a strong purpose, as if the two were nothing more than a transaction.

Physical consolation.

But, tonight was different, pure love like that of lovers, naive and hazy—just lying quietly on the boy's chest brought about a different experience.

Spiritual fulfillment.

Who... who says a Doujinshi Artist can't get nervous?!!!

Hmm... It's actually quite nice to keep lying down like this.

Thinking this, Misaki Saki also closed her eyes, her face breaking into a content and sweet smile.

"Hey, how long are you planning to hold on to me?"

Suddenly, an inappropriate voice disrupted the romantic atmosphere. Haruka Yuzan, somewhat speechless, spoke up.

Haruka Yuzan had just closed her eyes to enjoy a moment, when Misaki Saki suddenly opened them wide.

When did he wake up!?

Her small feet involuntarily clutched at the sheets, and her first reaction was, it's over... If a boy found out about her thoughts just now, she'd surely be ridiculed for life!

What's a Doujinshi Artist doing acting like a little girl?!

"Th-that, you're awake..."

Taking a deep breath, Misaki Saki sat up and tried to act calm, "I'm so tired today, I accidentally fell asleep on your chest just now."

"Yeah, definitely a bit, dead tired."

Haruka Yuzan yawned, having just leaned against the headboard, how could he have possibly slept soundly?

"Alright, it's getting late, you should go to sleep too."

With that, he moved and lay down on the pillow, and in a moment, a comfortable feeling spread throughout his body. Looking at the girl kneeling on the bed, he lifted his head and met the eyes of the little teddy bear.

His large hand rested on Misaki Saki's slender leg, laughing, "You just hugged me, why is your face red?"

"Your face is red! I'm just hot!"

With one sentence, Misaki Saki's cheeks flushed red to her ears, and then, as she got more annoyed, her little face quickly puffed up,

and she raised her little foot to kick at the boy,

the grumpy victim was about to carry out her revenge, "Narcissist!"

Haruka Yuzan was quick to catch the small foot, finding it all a bit humorous. Her attempts to hide her emotions were giving everything away. The Doujinshi Artist also had such an innocent side?

Pulling the girl back into his arms, he ignored the little girl's struggle and held her like a doll.

"Sleep!"

Having held the little one in his arms just now made his sleep especially sweet—fragrant, soft; indeed, it was quite nice.

"Oh my."

It seemed like she had finally snapped out of her daze, Misaki Saki suddenly displayed a silly, happy expression,

"Am I that cute? Wanting to hug me even when you sleep?"

Her beautiful eyes turned into crescent moons, a familiar scent, a familiar recipe, a familiar person.

Whatever pure love image she had, it's all fake,

"Ah, it really puts me in a tough spot. I'll let you hold me in your sleep tonight!"
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Her cheeky manner—that was the Misaki Saki he knew.

"Don't think too much of it."

"Aren't I cute then?"

"No, I don't like flatland..."

......

"You!"

"Hmph!"

"Sleep, you blockhead! I'm leaving!"

As she spoke, the girl's cheeks visibly swelled with anger, and after lingering for a moment, she wriggled out from beneath the boy and scampered out of the bedroom with her short legs.

If you say Misaki Saki isn't cute, she'd just smile and not say anything. But if you call her flat-chested, then she'd instantly get mad at you.

Lies won't hurt people; the truth cuts like a swift knife.

A night without words