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

Boys always have one or two moments when they are in absolute rationality, and then they do things that they especially regret afterward.

For example, deleting apps, deleting websites.

After a few bloody lessons, they also learn to save backups and URLs.

Haruka Yuzan is in that phase now, but he doesn't need to delete anything else— with an attractive wife at home, who needs such things?

Lying in bed, a nocturnal breeze wafts through the white gauze curtains, and Haruka Yuzan feels his thoughts and consciousness are particularly clear now,

and he can't help but think about the events of the afternoon.

What if Misaki doesn't meet the System's standards? It's giving him a headache.

Then he would lose a gaming friend who shares his interests.

After some thought, he picked up his phone,

"Are you asleep?"

In the pitch-dark room, Haruka Yuzan turns on the bedside lamp; the light is soft, barely illuminating the scene on the bed.

"So early, how could I be sleeping? Aren't you awake too? Want to play a game? [Smug]"

Haruka Yuzan glances at the time—hmm, only 11:40. For someone used to staying up late, that is indeed a bit early.

"Let's wait a bit before playing, I was just thinking, I'll still accompany you to see the house tomorrow; I thought about it, and I happen to be free tomorrow afternoon."

"No need, I'll definitely be fine on my own. I'll call you once I find a good place. Dealing with a sleazy fat otaku is a piece of cake."

Misaki Saki replies quickly, as if she's already planned her strategy.

Sleazy fat otaku?

That's quite a fast conclusion,

Haruka Yuzan wipes the cold sweat from his forehead, the first time being described with such words.

"Never mind then, I'll accompany you tomorrow. It's better to have another person, more strength. Besides, I've been working out recently."

This just occurred to Haruka a moment ago, and it's quite simple,

tomorrow he'll first set up a time to meet with Misaki Saki as the landlord, and then he'll meet her as a gaming friend.

If she meets the standards, he'll come clean to Misaki. If not, no problem, he can block her number as the landlord—after all, on the rental website, he's only left his phone number.

Then he can continue to be a normal friend to her as a gaming buddy.

An occasional white lie benefits everyone.

He has no choice; if she doesn't meet the standards, he won't earn a dime, nor will his wish list be refreshed. It's not worth the loss.

Without noble character, he only thinks about making his own life a bit more comfortable.

"Alright then, I entrust you with the noble mission of protecting this lady!"

Misaki Saki quickly agrees, and the two set a time to meet the next day.

"Alright."

A night without conversation.

........

The next day at noon,

The sky is clear, the breeze is light—a perfect day for going out.

"Haruka, are you going out?"

Reiko Onodera, who just came out of the kitchen, sees the neatly dressed young man and can't help but ask.

"Yeah, I'm meeting a friend this afternoon."

Haruka Yuzan says with a smile, with Misaki Saki arriving at the station at two, leaving at one-thirty is enough time.

"Then, are you coming back for dinner tonight?"

Reiko Onodera removed her apron, revealing her mature and sensual figure underneath.

Madam had changed into a set of clothes as soon as she got home, opting for a white tank top and shorts in the kitchen. Even so, she was drenched in sweat by the time she took off her apron.

Sweat trickled down her neck, gliding over her alluring curves before vanishing on her delicate skin.

The white tank top was soaked, the wet patches making the fabric cling to her skin.

The mature lady simply stood there, radiating attraction. Haruka Yuzan struggled to look away,

Getting carried away now would certainly make him late. It would be best to keep time for his first meeting with Kazumi Misaki.

"By the way, Sister Reiko, I will transfer some money to you later. Buy some groceries after work tonight, okay? I think we only have enough at home for one meal?"

On his way out, Haruka Yuzan gave it another thought and added.

"Mhm, okay." Watching the young man's receding figure, Reiko Onodera let out a sigh and went to pick up the chubby cat who had just reached the first floor, then headed upstairs.

"Meow?"

.......

Tokyo Station.

On the platform,

a young girl stood cutely with an oversized suitcase, wearing a beret. Her golden hair parted from the shoulders, casually tied into two braids, long enough to reach her buttocks, with a slight curl to her thick tresses.

Bent over her phone, with slender fingers tapping the screen, she continuously muttered something to herself,

"OAKHS Coffee next to the train station? The handsomest guy there is me?"

Narcissist!

Reading this message, the girl lifted her head, revealing her exquisitely pretty face, which paradoxically bore a slumped expression.

From the moment she stepped off the train, her entire being seemed to deflate.

How she longed to lie in bed playing games and drawing,

The thought of having to visit two places in the afternoon for house hunting made Misaki Saki want to slap the self who had lazed on the bed the day before.

It's so easy to talk big in bed and tear into jerks, but lugging around heavy luggage could nearly take half her life.

It would be much better to just be an honest salted fish...

For someone who had been a homebody for more than a month, plans concocted in bed always turned out to be painfully impractical once the door was closed behind her. All that talk didn't involve any thinking,

Once she left the house, she didn't want to think about any plans...

The oversized white T-shirt with the bold character for 'otaku' was a true representation of herself.

But! For the sake of her themes and inspiration, she had to keep going!!!

With this in mind, Misaki Saki perked up, dragging her huge suitcase out with her.

The station was crowded, but most people conscientiously made way for the young girl. At her tender age, traveling alone, it wouldn't do to have her get lost in the crowd.

.....

"Sir, may I ask what you'd like to order?"

Outside the cafe, under a large sunshade, sat a young man.

His handsome profile, coupled with the surrounding environment, gave him the air of a vacationing young master.

Wearing simple shorts and a t-shirt, his entire figure appeared exceptionally tall and straight.

The university girls working part-time as waitresses couldn't help but blush at the sight of him, too embarrassed to look their fill.

After glancing at the menu, Haruka Yuzan said indifferently,

"Bring me a glass of iced orange juice, please. I'll order the rest later..."

"Certainly." The waitress withdrew her gaze from the young man's profile, took the menu with a sweet tone, and turned back to the shop.