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

The warm breeze blew through the gauze curtain, lifting the wisps of hair on Haruka Yuzan's forehead.

Lying on the big bed, Haruka Yuzan occasionally lifted his head to glance up.

Even now, he still couldn't believe...

that he wasn't dreaming, that all of this had truly happened. It was just too inconceivable!!

Who would have thought... that the dream he had the day before yesterday would come to fruition today?

A naïve and cute lil' girl, a sexy and wild delinquent?

Movies and comics leaping into reality?

No!

Art comes from life!!

..........

"Ouch, Hoshina, it was all good just now, why did it turn out like this?"

"I, I don't know..."

Hey hey hey, who on earth taught them this!

......

The blazing sun roasted the earth, and the cicadas on the trees "chirped" non-stop.

A scent of summer's irritability hit him in the face.

"The hot weather really makes one long for the taste of ice pops and the sea..."

Haruka Yuzan leaned against the window, watching the jk beauties inside the campus, his mood lifting significantly with the sight.

It couldn't be denied, the Island Country's high school girls always had a unique charm and appeal. Those pairs of youthful, graceful legs would reveal a shy hint of spring as the breeze lifted their skirts.

"If you like the sea, we can go tomorrow."

The familiar, infatuated voice reached him, and before Haruka could look back, he felt the gentle pressure of a beautiful girl's 'weapons' against his back. This voice, this scale, this movement...

"Otome, why are you here?"

Turning around, Haruka Yuzan found Otome Mizuko sweetly hugging him with a content expression on her face.

"I missed you, so of course, I came!"

Otome Mizuko lay in Haruka's arms as if no one else was around, her face nestling against his chest in utter contentment.

"Alright then...."

In front of the young lady, Haruka Yuzan felt somewhat at a loss.

Being favored by a beautiful and well-shaped rich heiress would make anyone believe they were the happiest and most fortunate person in the world, like living in a dream.

However... Haruka Yuzan instinctively glanced toward a direction not far away,

The classroom had somehow fallen silent; everyone was frozen in place, looking over with envy that they couldn't suppress.

And there, sitting not far away, Chiba Shimizu read her book in tranquil silence. The breeze lifted her hair, revealing a stunning profile. Her cold eyes showed not a ripple of emotion, as if whatever was happening around had nothing to do with her.

Enjoying life in solitude, was it?

"What, don't you miss me?"

Otome Mizuko looked up, her eyes slightly narrowed. Besides the infatuation in her gaze, a hint of dangerous light emerged.

"Of course not, it's just, class is about to start. Aren't you going back, Otome?"

Haruka Yuzan inadvertently glanced at the delicate figure, then directed all his attention to the guest in front of him.

For some reason, Otome's mood had become unstable recently.

If before, there was a hundred percent confidence that no matter what Haruka Yuzan did now, he would end up with her eventually.

But ever since Chiba-san "laid her cards on the table," Otome Mizuko had become a bit more dangerous, as if the surefire situation was suddenly out of control.

"The next gym class will be a combined class for both Grade 3 and Grade 1."

Before Otome Mizuko could respond, a clear and elegant voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

The classmates all looked in unison; it was none other than Class President Chiba's voice.

So it seemed that the seemingly cold and indifferent Chiba-san had always been paying attention to the situation in the class? This discovery made many of the boys daydream.

Seems like I'll have to be more mindful of my image during class time!

"Hmm?"

So the next class is a joint one?

Haruka Yuzan came back to his senses, and when he looked down at Otome Mizuko, he noticed the lady had already directed her gaze to Chiba Shimizu.

The slightly squinted eyes now held a jealous glint,

"If you have so much free time, Chiba, perhaps you could consider helping out with the student council."

"The student council? If I went there, wouldn't it overshadow your own abilities, Otome?"

Watching the two about to quarrel again, Haruka Yuzan felt a headache coming on and stepped forward,

"All right, all right, Otome, since we're in the same class next period, let's head there early."

With that, he took the girl by her smooth, slender waist and headed toward the classroom door. Although Otome Mizuko was reluctant, she would never openly resist Haruka Yuzan.

No matter what Mr. Haruka did, Otome Mizuko would always hold the most supportive attitude.

They had not gone far when they heard a wave of very enthusiastic discussion from the classroom behind,

"Wow! Haruka's life is too good! He's like a protagonist from a manga!"

"Yeah, he's handsome, studies well, excels in sports, and most importantly, he's got two beautiful ladies from big families chasing after him!! It's like a real-life Nisekoi!!"

"So, the rumors around school are all true!"

"Which rumors?"

"Classmate Haruka shines with the aura of the main character! We are actually living inside a manga!!"

Clearly, the final comment came from a classmate having a classic case of 'middle school syndrome'.

Whether it was because the two of them were walking further and further away, or because they had finally realized that Chiba Shimizu was still sitting inside the classroom, the noisy discussion was gradually getting quieter, until it eventually dissipated.

"Every appearance you make causes a sensation, little Otome."

Haruka Yuzan casually wrapped his arm around the young lady's smooth, tender waist, surrounded by a light fragrance, he'd always wondered why beautiful girls always seemed so fragrant and soft.

"Do you enjoy this feeling?" It seemed that Otome Mizuko's mood improved greatly once they left the classroom.

"Not at all, a Tokyo handsome guy upholds the life principle of being low-profile."

"Hmph, I didn't notice it." Otome Mizuko looked at the serious yet narcissistic boy in front of her, unconsciously pursing her lips and a teasing affection flashed in her eyes,

"You do enjoy the pursuit from me and Chiba Shimizu, don't you..."

The soft body pressed closer, and a warm, fragrant whisper came from her luscious lips.

"How could I, Otome, you're thinking too much."

"Really? Am I really overthinking it? However, you do have a chance."

"Don't test me with this, Otome."

"Chiba Shimizu and I, when we were children, we had an arrangement." Otome Mizuko reached out and gently touched Haruka Yuzan's cheek,

"You might be happy to hear it..."

"What arrangement? I'm just purely curious." Haruka Yuzan raised an eyebrow, harboring a melodramatic guess in his heart.

"Our arrangement was, when we grow up, to marry the same person."

He imagined that scene in his mind.

Beneath the setting sun, two cute little girls were saying to each other,

We will marry the same person in the future, Chiba (Otome).

Making their pact, the two chibi characters also sealed their promise with a pinky swear under the twilight's witness.

A heartwarming and aesthetically pleasing scene, which persisted as they grew up into tall, willowy, genius beauties...

"So, how about we go play volleyball instead of just sitting here?"

In the indoor gym,

Watching his classmates frolic and play volleyball at the center of the court, Haruka Yuzan proposed his own little suggestion somewhat helplessly to the two sitting beside him.

"No way."

"Not going."

Two crisp and concise responses came over, one from Otome Mizuko who sweetly clung to his arm, and on the other side was Chiba Shimizu, sitting upright, seriously reading a book.

Haruka Yuzan was sandwiched between the two young ladies, feeling slightly uncomfortable under the occasional envious glances from the people around him.

At this rate, the topic of Mr. Haruka being a philandering scumbag will surely echo throughout Kanagawa!

"But isn't physical education about getting out and exercising?" Haruka Yuzan was a bit relentless, it was really boring to just sit here!

"No way, I just want to be with you," Otome Mizuko tightened her grip on his arm, her ample bosom almost enfolding Haruka Yuzan's arm,

"This is enough for me..."

"If you really like exercising, then at the next sports festival, I'll sign you up, Classmate Haruka."

Chiba Shimizu didn't look up, the perfect profile that showed filled one with a throbbing sensation.

Is she really threatening me with the sports festival?

What a vicious young lady!

"Fine, actually, just sitting here is quite nice."

"Mhm!"

"By the way, Haruka, next Sunday, my father wants to meet you, that is, the head of the Otome family, you should prepare yourself."

"That soon?" Haruka Yuzan was a bit taken aback, having only met Otome's mother before and not her father.

"Actually, Classmate Haruka, you just need to be yourself, there's no need to force yourself if you don't want to go." At that moment, Chiba Shimizu suddenly spoke lightly.

One sentence sent a shiver through Haruka Yuzan's heart; indeed, after hearing those words, Otome Mizuko squinted her eyes dangerously,

"Since when did the young mistress of the Chiba family become so idle? Wanting to meddle in the affairs of the Otome family?"
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"No, I didn't mean to intervene in Otome family matters, just advising Classmate Haruka to do the right thing."

Chiba Shimizu slowly closed her book, the aloof Class President seemed to have been enduring for quite some time, her cool gaze also turned towards the proud young lady.

Without any hint of backing down.

Become enemies from friends? Though not directly pointed at himself, being between the two was truly uncomfortable, Haruka Yuzan shifted his body to block their line of sight and jokingly tried to change the subject,

"Why not, let's talk about something else."

"Like what?"

"Um... about that promise you made when you were kids?"

.......

"Haruka, you can let go and I will take care of it."

The blazing sun hung high, the azure sky unmarred by a single cloud.

People walking down the street were unknowingly damp with sweat beads gathering on their foreheads.

At the coffee shop entrance,

Wearing a white home shirt and jeans, Reiko Onodera was looking at the boy in front of her with concern.

Her black hair braided into pigtails falling over her chest, her face flushed with heat, beads of sweat the size of mung beans rolled down her snow-white neck, finally delving deep into that puffy, pale crevice...