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

"Ah, why bother competing with each other in life, only to be so sweet when drunk?"

Haruka Yuzan watched the two young ladies lying on the ground, hugging each other, with an exasperated smile.

"Meow? (You really don't know what caused their fallout?)"

Roast Meat waddled over, shaking its tiny butt. Despite being a prestigious large orange breed, it unfortunately had little short legs.

With its round body and chubby bun-like face, since it had returned to the countryside for a few days without anyone to watch over it, it had gained a substantial amount of weight!!

"You fat cat, now you're lecturing me?"

Haruka Yuzan was taken aback, not expecting that after just two days without attention, this fat cat would start mocking him?!

"Meow meow, meow meow meow! (What do you think? Catkind shall never be slaves!!)"

Haruka Yuzan, "......"

Ignoring the fat cat that had sunk into its rebellious teenage phase, he bent down and silently flipped over its pudgy body.

"Meow meow meow meow meow!!!!!"

The upside-down orange turtle flailed its little short legs in panic, its bean-sized black eyes filled with terror.

The whole "fat cat" spread out like a liquid, oozing back and forth, but completely unable to right itself!

"Meow meow meow!!"

Without paying attention to the fat cat beside him, Haruka Yuzan crouched down and carefully observed the two young ladies in front of him.

They lay beside the bed, their clothing half-undone, exposing their soft, white, and voluptuous bodies interlaced, with legs stacked upon one another!

Otome's little cloak was nowhere to be seen, leaving her snowy white slender shoulders bare for all to view.

One creamy arm was pressed beneath her, while the other draped over Chiba Shimizu's supple chest, her whole form resembling a sleeping bag bear, clinging onto the delicate young girl, a sight that could make anyone envious and wish to take her place.

In contrast to the enthusiastic Otome Mizuko,

Chiba Shimizu appeared much more composed, still retaining an air of elegance even after being intoxicated.

Noble, charming, and just like usual, the deep-seated temperament that was ingrained in her bones didn't vanish with the excitement of the nerves.

Unlike Miss Otome beside her who could switch from a tough boss to a tender wife with just five bottles of barley juice.

"Yumeko? Yumeko?"

Haruka Yuzan called out softly.

"Hmm hmm hmm..."

The unconscious Otome Mizuko just murmured faintly in her dreams, then was quiet.

It seemed that Chiba Shimizu, however, was slightly disturbed by the sound, frowning her delicate brows instinctively.

Haruka Yuzan, resigned, could only move the young lady's hand away from the girl's "youthful" spot.

Although he restrained himself, he inevitably "accidentally" touched her clothing covering her chest on the way.

Even through the thin layer of her nightgown, he could feel the delicate softness beneath.

This caused Haruka Yuzan to inadvertently linger there a bit longer.

With a flip of his hand and the palm facing down, that instant seemed even more thrilling than usual!!

Was it because Miss Otome was nearby?

Chiba-san's "youthfulness" was just right for one hand, shaped like a teardrop.

Plump yet firm, and even while lying flat, she still outlined a beautiful curve.

Chiba Shimizu slowly opened her eyes, and after a brief moment of confusion, she looked at Haruka Yuzan, a hint of disdain and disgust flashing through her pupils.

The familiar scent, the familiar formula, and still that touch of world-weary coldness in her gaze.

"You're awake, Chiba-san."

Haruka Yuzan said with a smile, his handsome face seemingly inscribed with three words:

"Handsome" "Dashing" "Positive energy"

Chiba Shimizu didn't reply, but her gaze slowly drifted down to the large hand resting on her chest.

After glancing at it, she lifted her head again, her resentful little eyes seemingly saying, "You know I'm awake, why don't you hurry up and take your hand away?"

"You drank a lot today, you'll probably have a headache in the morning..."

Haruka Yuzan continued to talk as if he hadn't noticed the message in her eyes.

"Let me think, when getting up in the morning, I'll first make a pot of porridge, and then..."

As he spoke, he lifted his hand and placed it on the other "youthful" area.

Distributing his "benevolence" evenly, he savored the different sensations on each side.

Chiba Shimizu rolled her eyes at him, speechless, but as Haruka Yuzan said, she did indeed drink too much that evening.

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Brushing the hand from her chest, Chiba Shimizu slowly sat up and glanced at Otome Mizuko, who was lying on her, a scornful smile involuntarily curling on her lips.

That's all she is.

Haruka Yuzan was startled, not expecting Chiba-san to reveal such a villainous smirk.

What a fiercely competitive spirit she has!

However, if the rival was Miss Otome, it all seemed quite reasonable.

Chiba Shimizu moved the drooping arm off her and stood up slowly, her long, slender legs and graceful curves making it impossible to look away.

Haruka Yuzan helped Otome Mizuko up from the ground as well.

At that moment, the "soundly defeated" Miss Otome began to regain a bit of consciousness, but when she saw Haruka Yuzan, the last vestige of her sanity completely dissipated.

"Haruka... I love you so much."

Like a boneless creature, her fragrant and soft body collapsed on Haruka Yuzan.

She wrapped her lotus arms around his neck, her eyes hazy, her red lips parted, breathing deeply and beginning to nibble on his neck.

Wet, ticklish, but truly comfortable.

It seemed that Miss Otome was extraordinarily fixated on leaving lip marks on Haruka Yuzan's neck.

After each intimate moment, he would always end up with a collection of "strawberries."

Chiba Shimizu watched from the side, a sliver of cold light flickering in her icy eyes.

Why should this "defeated subordinate" be able to kiss Haruka Yuzan in front of her?!

The brief moment of sobriety she had just regained was solely due to Haruka Yuzan's chest assault.

As the alcohol's fermentation stimulated, Chiba-san's last bit of reason also slowly dissipated like smoke, and she suddenly pushed Otome Mizuko aside!!

Miss Otome already lacked strength, her body only steadied by leaning on Haruka Yuzan. With such a push from the girl, she tottered and almost fell to the ground.

"Haruka is mine, don't you dare fight me for him! Hic..."