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

"Yoohoo!"

"Finally finished with the busy work!"

As evening approached, the weather began to cool down, and the cleaning work inside the coffee shop was also nearing its end.

Misaki Saki stood at the entrance, hands on her hips, looking triumphant as she surveyed the scene inside the café, while the big orange cat beside her had already collapsed on the ground from exhaustion.

It didn't want to move at all...

"Haruka, now that we're done cleaning up tonight, we can finally get the coffee shop on track. Next, we'll need to hire some staff... and..."

A gentle voice sounded from beside his ear, and before he could turn his head to look, a pair of slender hands wielding a rag entered his field of vision.

The fingers were long and delicate, resting on the countertop of the reception area, quite a pleasant sight to behold.

Strangely, even though madam did the most household chores on a daily basis, those tender little hands were not at all inferior to those of vibrant, youthful beauties.

And for that, Haruka Yuzan's explanation and reason was that it was all thanks to his daily and nightly efforts sustaining madam's hands with his own "engine oil."

Not just those delicate hands, but even more so madam's face and little sister.

These were the beings Haruka Yuzan took even greater care of.

"That's right. After months of hard work, we are finally seeing the light of victory," Haruka Yuzan said with a smile, looking at the scene in the café, where Chiba Shimizu was packing up the day's cleaning waste with Arisugawa Hoshina.

The delicate girl seemed to have fallen from heaven, even having dust on her nose.

Is it a bit inelegant?

At such times, Chiba-san was surprisingly clumsy.

Fortunately, Arisugawa Hoshina was there to help, or else the young lady's lifelong nemesis might have shifted from Haruka Yuzan to the garbage bag.

Although little Ms. Tough Girl appeared fierce and handled things roughly on a daily basis, her housekeeping skills were surprisingly on par with Haruka Yuzan.

One could see the proficiency that comes with practice.

Meanwhile, Misaki Saki began to clear away the packaging bags at the coffee shop's entrance. Roast Meat lay beside the door, like a mascot, lazing and dozing.

It made the little one incessantly complain, saying, "In my next life, I definitely want to be a fat cat like Roast Meat—eat, sleep, sleep, eat!"

The slowly rising sunset dyed the world a sleepy hue, and the clouds tinged red drifted leisurely across the sky, marking the end of a day's work,

Such a life seemed all the more leisurely and quiet.

"If only it could go on like this forever," Reiko Onodera murmured softly, softly as the tranquil and warm scene caught madam's eyes,

Sniffing her nose, she smelled a hint of fireworks.

Haruka Yuzan held madam's little hand, listening to the childish and crisp voice beside him, and couldn't help but softly echo, "It will go on."

"It certainly will."

Turning his head, he saw the gentle and wise beauty also gazing at him, their eyes locking with waves of tender affection.

Unconsciously, their bodies drew closer. Straight ahead, the three beautiful girls were busy working, while Haruka Yuzan and Reiko Onodera stood in the reception area,

half-hidden behind the high counter, Haruka Yuzan hugged madam's smooth waist with one arm, feeling the softness of her skin through the thin fabric.

"Haruka..."

"Shh, Sister Reiko, be careful not to let others hear."

His hand slowly slid down, finally resting on the denim jeans.

Firm and round, no matter how many times he had seen or touched them, each encounter brought Haruka Yuzan a new and distinct sensation of perfection.

Besides liking to see madam in skirts, his favorite item was these jeans, which perfectly outlined madam's plump, straight legs with a hint of sensuality.

The beautiful curve was constantly emitting an enticing aura.

Through the jeans, he suddenly realized that madam's curvy backside seemed even more elastic and lively.

Reiko Onodera's face flushed, head bowed, her delicate demeanor seemed to be infused with a reluctance to refuse, making Haruka Yuzan itch to take the lovely madam right there on the spot!

She was simply a bewitching creature!

"Haruka..."

Not far away, the beautiful girls were busy cleaning while she was being pinched by her landlord at the front desk, unaware that the stone table blocked the view of her lower body.

But... that unparalleled feeling of shame still made madam shyly lower her head, unable to look directly at them.

While others were working hard, she was here with Haruka...

"No, it's not right..."
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Suddenly, Reiko Onodera realized that her jeans had been stretched out, and then a large hand...

Today, madam was only wearing a rather conservative pair of panties, and when Haruka Yuzan's hand covered it, it felt as smooth as warm jade in his palm.

"Sister Reiko, you're so sensitive..."

It seemed he had sensed something, as Haruka Yuzan smiled slyly at the elegant beauty.

Hearing the landlord's teasing, Reiko Onodera's cheeks seemed to bleed, her delicate voice mixed with a hint of reproach, "You're to blame, you... Haruka..."

Seeing such a lovely madam, Haruka Yuzan couldn't contain himself, leaning in close and whispering something in her ear,