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

"Boss, I want to ask you something."

In the Tokyo Affordable Mall, only a few scattered people were in the lingerie shop,

where a still-charming woman stood in the corner, curiously watching the young man in front of her.

With his well-built figure and clean, sunny disposition, the sudden approach of the handsome young guy made the proprietress blush.

"What can I do for you?" she asked, hesitating for a moment before adding in a quieter voice, "We have a private rest area in the store, and it's currently unoccupied..."

Looking at her again, the proprietress's gaze was about to turn into threads.

???

Why is she telling me the rest area is available?

Haruka Yuzan's face was full of question marks, and he cleared his throat twice,

"Well, I just wanted to ask which style of bandeau is more comfortable."

At this statement, the proprietress's face also turned to embarrassment, as she shot the young man a resentful glance. It was bad enough that he was so good-looking,

but now he had to whisper in the corner about buying bandeaus, causing her to misunderstand.

Haruka Yuzan had no choice but to seek help as soon as he entered the lingerie shop and felt everyone's gaze on him, subtle as it was.

Normally, it wouldn't be a problem, but he was there today to buy lingerie for Misaki Saki.

It was naturally a batch of awkwardness, standing before an array of bandeaus of various styles, not knowing which one to buy.

And with everyone else's strange looks, he simply decided to seek the proprietress's help in picking out a couple.

Although she looked wistful, the proprietress still led Haruka Yuzan towards the shelves. There were all sorts of products, every style imaginable.

Even those ice silk special editions for lovers were placed in the most conspicuous spots.

He wondered to himself, should he buy a few sets for Reiko Onodera too?

"Is it for your girlfriend?"

Just as Haruka was contemplating this, the proprietress interrupted his thoughts.

"Yes, it is," Haruka Yuzan nodded. "Please help me choose two that are comfortable to wear."

When the proprietress heard that the young man's girlfriend was a double A, she couldn't help but straighten up her own ample bust, which appeared even rounder and she seemed quite proud.

Haruka Yuzan noticed this as well, though he wanted to say something in defense of Misaki Saki.

But in the face of absolute volume, any words from Haruka Yuzan would seem pale and powerless.

"Do you have her size?"

"About... this big?"

After confirming several times, the proprietress's gaze towards Haruka shifted, as if to say,

So you're into that, kid...

Packing the purchase, paying, Haruka Yuzan left the lingerie shop quickly, not wanting to stay inside for even a second longer.

But near the end, the proprietress seemed to slip a piece of paper into his hand.

Only when he reached the viewing elevator did Haruka Yuzan open it to take a look.

On the piece of paper was a neat row of digits. Was it a phone number? Or a LINE account? Experience more on m v|l e'm,p y r

Better try both when he got back.

Stepping out of the mall, the sky was tinged with an orange glow,

and the gentle evening breeze carried a sense of indescribable comfort.

For some reason, the faces of the people walking the streets now all bore smiles, maybe.

The evening sky and the sweet, anime goddess advertisements on the buildings draped the city in a veil of modesty.

It felt like a city with a slow pace of life, where everyone seemed happy, taking life at their own leisurely pace.

However, when night falls, the Neon City would reveal its true face.

Weary office workers trudged out of the tall buildings, listless and worn.

Yet, some of them still harbored ambition, aspiring to transition between social classes, needing only to remember one thing—

The floral meaning of a steel wool pad: patience and wealth.

When the time comes that he's truly at his wits' end, he'll indulge in that boundless opulence.

Actually, he's still quite greedy, thinking of eating his cake and having it too...

Wondering if Miss Otome might give him that chance.

When he got home, Reiko Onodera was in the kitchen preparing dinner.

Only a lazy, fat cat was in the living room, with no sign of anyone else.

Roast Meat, upon seeing Haruka return, shakily tried to get up from the bed with its two little paws.

Seeing its foolish appearance, Haruka Yuzan couldn't help but sigh,

"I don't know who you take after to be so silly."

"Meow?"

Suddenly, Roast Meat, as if sensing something, let out a meow and rolled right off the couch.

With its short legs and swaying hips, it waddled over to Haruka, then sprawled on the floor, switching to another spot to continue lying down.

Haruka Yuzan, resigned, picked up the little creature and juggled it in his hands. After several days without petting, it seemed to have gained a little more weight.

"Meow..."

Upstairs,

he knocked on the bedroom door, while Roast Meat crouched beside Haruka's feet, blinking its wise bean eyes intently at the door.

With no response, he pushed the door open and entered.

The room was dim.

First thing he saw was a pile of snacks—only a pile could describe it—and sitting atop it was a little girl with gaming headphones immersed in the TV screen, apparently watching a movie with no awareness of the young man's arrival.

The clothes she wore were scant, to say the least.

Just a tiny white tank top, revealing large expanses of fair skin, especially those slender and creamy thighs twisted together.

He wondered what it would feel like to have her as a gun rest.

That damn Little She-Devil sure knew how to enjoy life.

Glancing at the bandeaus in the bag, he thought about having the young girl try them on later to give her some inspiration!