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

Madam could have already finished her shift just now, but a new customer arrived, so she thought of leaving after he had gone.

But now, if it's Haruka Yuzan, there are no other matters.

"Thank you, Hoshina, I won't need the umbrella."

Mrs. Onodera once again addressed Arisugawa Hoshina before heading towards the changing room to replace her vest.

"No need... to be polite..."

Spice Girl watched the scene with envy in her eyes.

Her gaze occasionally drifted towards the young man standing over there; the convenience store was tranquil, with the occasional sound of rain making the air a bit moist.

"Hey, handsome, are you Sister Reiko's landlord?" Suddenly, Arisugawa Hoshina spoke up.

Haruka Yuzan was taken aback and smiled, nodding his head, "Yeah, Sister Reiko is temporarily living at my place."

The Kuro-Pi Spicy Girl naturally caught his attention much earlier, with her flashy and exquisite makeup; her white shirt looked tight, as if she did not want to feel wronged, leaving the top two buttons undone.

Quite eye-catching.

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"Envious of Sister Reiko, the rent must be expensive...." Arisugawa Hoshina said with a smile, the small Spice Girl seemed naturally friendly with the handsome guy.

"Not expensive, not at all, it's very cheap," Haruka Yuzan laughed.

"Oh." Arisugawa Hoshina made a sound, feeling that the concept of 'not expensive' in their minds was surely different.

At this moment, Reiko Onodera also came out from the changing room. The madam, who had removed her work vest, looked even more charming.

Her mature and sexy figure, combined with the signature twist braid, exuded a temperament unique to her age group.

"Let's go," Reiko Onodera said with a smile, approaching the young man while also greeting Arisugawa Hoshina, "Hoshina, I'll be leaving first, you should hurry up and go eat."

"Yeah, you go on ahead, Sister Reiko."

Spice Girl watched the two figures walking shoulder to shoulder, a hint of envy flashing in her eyes.

The rain grew heavier,

in this world, bustling with no intention of stopping.

At the entrance of the convenience store, the rack for the customers to place their umbrellas held only a lone umbrella.

Just as Reiko Onodera was curious,

Haruka Yuzan had already taken the umbrella, opened it, and was standing outside.

Looking back at Reiko Onodera who was still dazed inside, the young man showed a 'naïve' curiosity,

"Sister Reiko, what are you dazed about? Let's go."

"Only one umbrella, Haruka?" Hesitating a bit, Reiko Onodera also followed him out.

The umbrella wasn't big, of a very standard size, but the madam's figure was the voluptuous and tall type, and Haruka Yuzan was quite strapping,—the two of them under one umbrella made it extraordinarily "cramped."

Feeling her upper body pressed tightly against the young man, even becoming a bit flattened, Reiko Onodera's face turned red.

Doing such an intimate act with a man so much younger made the madam feel very shy.

"Yes, we only have one umbrella at home. I'll buy a few more to have on hand in a couple of days."

Haruka Yuzan laughed, one hand holding the umbrella, the other hanging down, indulgently enjoying the warmth of the madam.

Before, the villa was always just him, so naturally, there was only one umbrella. Now that more people were living at home, it was time to prepare more daily necessities.

Once out of sight of the convenience store, Haruka Yuzan's large hand naturally wrapped around the madam's slender waist, pulling her tighter into his embrace,

"Move in a bit, or you'll get wet."

Holding the mature and voluptuous figure in his arms,

felt like grasping a water balloon.

Soft, bouncy, big.

And according to Haruka's studies over this period, madam appeared to be teardrop-shaped.

It was the most perfect and comfortable shape, voluptuous, full, and plump—even when the madam simply wore a plain camisole, it could outline a curve that makes the blood race and captures the gaze.

And it was surely envied by many women.

Reiko Onodera saw there was plenty of space on her side and was somewhat speechless about the young man's ulterior motives.

However, the sweet smile she couldn't suppress at the corner of her mouth fully illustrated the madam's current mood.

Joyful, shy, sweet.

The rain, falling heavier and heavier.

It seemed as though everything was enveloped in a misty haze.

Streams of water rushed into the storm drains on the street, and pedestrians bustled back and forth in a hurry,

The man and woman walking slowly under the umbrella seemed out of place with the surroundings.

savoring the Neon City in the rain?

Seeming to have grown accustomed to nestling in the young man's arms, Reiko Onodera no longer felt the initial awkwardness.

Instead, she truly seemed like a little girl, with a shy and sweet expression on her face.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Today, Mrs. Onodera wore a white long-sleeved shirt-dress, paired with a pair of long jeans that tightly encased her.

Against the backdrop of the jeans, the madam's long legs appeared even more voluptuous and rounded.

Feeling that there was no one else around, Haruka Yuzan's hand involuntarily reached down and firmly stroked Mrs. Onodera's jeans.

"Haruka."

Reiko Onodera's face turned red, a bit embarrassed.

Haruka Yuzan grinned, placing his hand back on the slender waist, tightening his hold on the madam's body.

The two strolled through the neighborhood streets like that.

Returning home,

and placing the umbrella on the ground, they had barely stepped into the living room when they saw Chiba Shimizu, donning an apron, dishing out rice.

Misaki Saki gaped with a sleepy look, holding three bowls in her small hands.

She seemed like a girl who obeyed her mother, standing aside wisely with her bowls and chopsticks, waiting for the rice to be served.