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

"I've bought this restaurant," Otome Mizuko said in a relaxed tone.

The other maids couldn't help but think that their young mistress and Young Master Haruka looked just like a couple from a manga when they were so intimate.

Heart throbbing~.

"Mizuko, that's unnecessary, we've only just dined here for the first time."

Haruka Yuzan looked at the young mistress in his arms and gave a somewhat helpless smile.

"It's fine, Haruka, I'll hire the best chef in Japan to come and make dinner for you, for us."

As she said that, a passionate obsession flashed in Otome Mizuko's eyes.

Her finger gently traced Haruka Yuzan's neck, revealing a dangerous gleam, "If you're afraid of getting tired of the same food, I can also ask the original chef to come back."

While they were talking, the maids had already come up with plates.

The silver platters held a variety of exquisite dishes, a simple yet noble island country banquet.

To be honest, Haruka Yuzan was rather tired of games.

Island country cuisine was fine to eat a few times, but it was indeed a test for the stomach.

If there was a chance, he really wanted to travel the world~.

But thinking about that now seemed somewhat futile – he wasn't even sure if he could see what tomorrow's weather would be like.

They started eating, and throughout the meal, Otome Mizuko kept sitting in his arms, her fingers tightly clutching his collar out of Haruka Yuzan's sight, her slender fingers turning a bit white.

Haruka Yuzan didn't notice anything unusual; he was holding Miss Otome, and the two of them enjoyed the food like a very affectionate couple.

Their affectionate behavior was truly a feast for the envious eyes of the young maids.

Island country cuisine always revolves around three things.

Seafood, rice, and egg mixture.

The sashimi platter was like a treasure box on ice, the abundance of the salmon, the firmness of the tuna, the sweet freshness of the sweet shrimp – every slice was cut just right, thin and evenly, performing the liveliness and profundity of the ocean on the taste buds, like a sea breeze caressing the palate, bringing the purest gifts of the ocean.

Haruka Yuzan and Otome Mizuko enjoyed their private, tranquil time together; the former extended an invitation to the young mistress, "Mizuko, after dinner, let's take a stroll around Tokyo Bay."

Otome Mizuko wore an elegant and luxurious kimono today.

The costly, privately customized formal dress was like a carefully unfurling ukiyo-e painting, its base color a deep and rich navy, elaborately embroidered with complex and ornate patterns using gold and silver threads.

"Sure," Otome Mizuko nodded in agreement, but a hint of coldness flickered at the bottom of her eyes.

The night breeze was gentle.

At Coastal Park in Tokyo Bay, a serene crescent-shaped sandy beach.

The night sky over Tokyo Bay resembled a vast piece of black satin, embellished with the glittering lights of the city, the glistening surface of the sea reflecting the twinkling stars in the sky.

It was hard to imagine that in a city full of neon lights, there would be such a calm beach.

Of course, on normal days, it'd be crowded with couples on dates.

But today, it was reserved just for them.

They walked slowly along the shoreline, the beach's sand soft and fine beneath their feet, in the distance, a ferry slowly passed by, leaving a trail of silvery ripples.

"Haruka, when we have our wedding in the future, do you think we should hold it domestically or abroad?"

Otome Mizuko quietly asked.

"Um, either is fine, or we could hold two ceremonies," Haruka Yuzan replied, but he seemed somewhat distracted.

"Alright, I'll listen to you."

Otome Yumeko nestled against his arm, panting with infatuation, as if playing with her most cherished toy, filled with an almost insane obsession.

"At our wedding, I should have ten wedding dresses, kimonos, and gowns... Mr. Haruka, you should also have ten suits. After we get married, do you want to live with my parents? If not, we can move out on our own..."

Miss Otome rambled on, how could one not love a young girl's anticipation of her future romance?

Her life, her future, was filled with the presence of Haruka Yuzan until death.

Haruka Yuzan's gaze was clear, with considerations, hesitations, doubts, but all these were replaced by determination after a long while.

He lowered his head to look at the girl beside him: "Yumeko, there's something I want to talk to you about."

"Haruka, when we get married, should we invite Chiba Shimizu? We should, right? All people should witness my grand wedding, and for our honeymoon trip, we could go to the Eastern Country, the place you like a lot..."

Otome Yumeko did not look up, as if she hadn't heard his call, she kept talking to herself, seemingly endless.

"Yumeko!"

Haruka Yuzan stopped in his tracks, forcing Otome Yumeko to look into his eyes, his gaze filled with seriousness: "I have something to say to you!"

"Eh?"

"Does Haruka also have suggestions for our wedding?"

The heiress of a conglomerate who controls the lives of thousands, and who is smart enough to carry an entire family on her own, Otome Yumeko is still playing dumb up to this moment.

"It's not about the wedding."

Haruka Yuzan shook his head.

Cats are quite popular among the Cherry Blossom Sisters, and combined with roast meat and Haruka's extremely good looks, he wondered if he could find a tenant who met the System's evaluation standards.

When he left the house, it was already 9 o'clock in the evening, Haruka Yuzan, who should have been playing games at home, also found leisure and went out,

ignoring the opposition of the roast meat, taking it out of the community.

He's been in Tokyo for so long and hasn't taken a good look around!

That was Haruka Yuzan's thought at the time, and in fact – he just walked out of the community, heading in the direction of Shibuya.

A walk?

Maybe it would take until the next morning to reach the destination.

Just don't know if there will still be a red-light district in the morning, and whether being a student might help ease the troubles of a young man's puberty??

The night wind with a slight chill lifted up the short hair of the young man, holding the roast meat that could no longer walk, in his arms,

Having activated the Golden Finger not long ago, he was quite anticipating his future life.

I'm a student, could you give me a ride? A grey joke.

He didn't even know where he was, probably walked for about ten minutes or so...

This was a rather deserted commercial street, compared to the bustling area just now, it seemed especially desolate... there were only a few people on the road, and even the shop owners seemed to be worried about their business.

After observing the various states of life for a while, he thought of taking the roast meat home to play games.

"Meow?" Seemingly understanding the young man's thoughts, the fat cat weakly dangled its short legs and also meowed.

This guy is definitely going to be a big fat cat, that was Haruka Yuzan's thought at the time.

"Meow meow?"

A deep voice came, making Haruka Yuzan, who had just reached the entrance of the alley, pause. A classic scene of a thug harassing a fragile girl? Doesn't seem quite right...