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

"A palette, some paints, and a beret on top of my head..."

Yeah!

"What else am I missing?"

Misaki Saki's onion-like fingers lightly tapped her red lips, her large eyes blinking as she pondered.

"Forget it, I'll just remember with my little brain first, and worry about the rest later!"

She muttered to herself, then opened her large eyes wide, focusing intently on the two people on the bed.

The battle before her had reached a fever pitch.

Reiko Onodera was sitting on Haruka Yuzan's thighs, her white deep-necked robe now wrinkled, exposing her pale waist, caressed gently by a large hand.

"Haruka..."

Reiko Onodera's eyes were hazy, and although she knew it wasn't right, it was... such a hard thing to resist.

Beside her was Misaki, a sense of unparalleled embarrassment suddenly overwhelming her.

It was just too shameful...

Through the thick jelly, Haruka Yuzan could feel madam's heart "thumping" wildly.

"Sister Reiko, don't be nervous,"

he whispered in madam's earlobe, trying to ease the beautiful woman's anxious discomfort.

"Mm."

Reiko Onodera nodded.

Her delicate and pretty face seemed to blush with a tipsiness, her eyes brimming with spring, viscous and stringy.

"Sister Reiko, do you still remember our first time?"

Haruka Yuzan said with a smile, trying to distract madam's attention.

The hero who had bravely ventured into the Evil Dragon's den found he couldn't even enter the tiny room.

So, he had no choice but to try to console the den's master, to relax and let the hero take a look inside!

Now.

Haruka Yuzan stood at the entrance of the den, discovering that his so-called "Knight of the Right Hand" couldn't get in no matter how hard he tried.

He could only catch the Evil Dragon's drool from outside.

"Our first time together?"

Reiko Onodera's face turned red, as if she was truly trying to recall.

"Yeah, our very first time,"

Haruka Yuzan continued softly, and madam's body began to grow limp.

His fingers traced the smooth curve on the inside of her thigh, moving upward.

"Mmm!"

Reiko Onodera's body jolted, and then she quickly melted into a puddle of spring water, lying limply in Haruka Yuzan's arms.

Standing at the bedside, Misaki Saki took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and with great difficulty, tore her gaze away before darting out of the room.

Once, twice, three times.

Soon, the master bedroom was filled with an array of materials for painting.

"Hehehe! Now is the time for the great Lady Misaki to create!!"

"Oil painting!"

As an omniscient and omnipotent painter, aside from her everyday sketchbook work, the little girl especially loved painting with oils.

So far, the number of people who have modeled for her... could be counted on one hand.

Models are scarce, so naturally, every opportunity must not be missed at times like these!

This isn't work, it's life, it's art!

Hmm...

Once finished, let's have that bastard Haruka Yuzan appreciate and critique it.

Under the moonlight, the body of the beautiful madam, like an onion, was slowly exposed to the air.

Her skin was like jade, tender and delicate, with the night breeze gently blowing through the gauze window, causing the granules on the jelly to tremble slightly, as if about to awaken.

Haruka Yuzan didn't speak, his lips traced from the corner of her mouth, heading downward, slowly gliding over.

Like treating a naturally perfect piece of art, he carefully cherished her with his mouth.

"Wow! (ΩДΩ)"

Misaki Saki's eyes widened in disbelief as she watched the scene unfold before her.

That damned Haruka Yuzan, he's never been this gentle with me!!!

"Ahhh w(ﾟДﾟ)w, always so rough with me, no, I must let him taste Lady Misaki's little feet later!"

As the girl thought this, the positions of the two on the bed changed.

Haruka Yuzan was originally on top, with Reiko Onodera underneath.

Now it's reversed.

The understanding madam; Haruka Yuzan patted her buttocks, and Reiko Onodera already knew what Mr. Haruka was about to do.

"Huff huff."

Reiko Onodera sat up halfway, using the hair tie on her wrist to tie up the lower three parts of her black hair, letting it drape over her chest.

Haruka Yuzan lay beneath her, quietly watching the vast expanse of snowy skin, his heart racing.

It was quite dazzling.

A pair of slender, delicate hands slid over Haruka Yuzan's neck, shoulders, chest muscles, and six-pack, the "steel muscles" enjoying a round of the madam's Japanese geisha massage service.

Warm as water, it silenced him.

"Hiss!"

Haruka Yuzan gasped for air, the madam's hands were just too warm.

"Sister Reiko, a bit gentler, it's a bit too sensitive...."

He was halfway through with Misaki Saki and was already on the edge of bursting.

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If Sister Reiko kept going, he really wouldn't be able to handle it.

Should he surrender before the battle even starts?

Haruka Yuzan can't afford to lose that face.

"Hmm...."

Reiko Onodera blushed and slowly lowered her head.

"Hiss!"

Haruka Yuzan took a deep breath as the tortoise entered its cave; it was really a bit too stimulating....

Misaki Saki, watching from the side, was dazzled!

"Hehehe! It's really too thrilling!"

Misaki Saki, who had already become a master painter, widened her eyes even further, recording the scene that unfolded before her.

As the Little She-Devil passionately created,

Haruka Yuzan gently tapped the madam's palm with his hand, and she understood, stroked the hair falling beside her ear, and left the boy's body.