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

"It was you who said you'd help people fulfill their wish lists."

Her body suspended in the air, Misaki Saki covered her forehead, her voice dripping with grievance.

"If I end up helping you with painting, too, what's the point of having you around? To be a vase?" Haruka Yuzan said to this person, somewhat speechless.

After saying this, he felt a sense of déjà vu – could it be that Chiba Shimizu saw me the same way???

"Hehe! That's not entirely unacceptable." Misaki Saki chuckled, her little legs no longer flailing about as she hung there,

covering her little head, her face lighting up with a daydreaming smile,

"You do the painting, and I get to eat, drink, have fun, eat, sleep, play games, sleep, eat, play games…."

It seemed as though she had already envisioned a beautiful future life; drool even began dribbling from the corner of her mouth. Misaki Saki slurped it back up and then started giggling foolishly,

"This is my perfect life!"

Hmm….

Looking at the girl's demeanor, Haruka Yuzan sighed with relief. Surely, his own thoughts couldn't possibly align with those of this lazy bum?

Even though he had entrusted most of the coffee shop's workload to Chiba Shimizu, he still took on the most critical part of the plan – making money.

"Okay, enough with your fantasies, and by the way, how are you doing with the task I gave you a few days ago?"

Haruka Yuzan reached out and pinched the soft little cheek, continuing, "Have you figured out Chiba's hobbies yet? If you lose, you'll have to…."

"Mmmph!"

Her plump little mouth pouted cutely as she was pinched by the boy's big hand, making it hard to understand what she was saying.

Haruka Yuzan let go, and Misaki Saki rubbed her tender cheek, murmuring discontentedly,

"You're always pinching my cheeks, they'll get fat…"

However, before she could even grumble a few words, she quickly lost her ability to speak.

As Haruka Yuzan carried her downstairs, the bobbing motion made the feeling of hanging in the air even more pronounced for the little girl.

Her rosy little mouth slightly open, she let out a continuous "ahhh…" sound as if she were enjoying it.

In the next section, with each step, she went "ah!" all the way down the stairs.

Once on the first floor, Misaki Saki seemed a bit downcast. She lifted her head, blinking her bright, curious eyes, and asked,

"That was so fun! Can we do it again?"

The girl looked at the boy with eager anticipation, her whole demeanor extremely excited!

Haruka Yuzan's face was lined with resignation as he met those clear eyes. He opened his mouth, thought for a moment, and then decided against it.

What could she be thinking? Just eating, drinking, sleeping, playing games – a simple, carefree life.

Seeing that the boy wasn't responding,

Misaki Saki realized they weren't going to do it again and felt a bit dejected, her little legs dangling listlessly in the air,

but before she could stay calm for long, it suddenly dawned on her – what was the boy taking her to do?

"Where are you taking me?" Misaki Saki lifted her head, looking at the boy with curiosity.

"I'm going to sell you, the kind that goes for 1000 yen per 200 grams," Haruka Yuzan said, somewhat exasperated,

thinking how even if he sold this simple-minded creature, he'd end up counting the money for her.

"Eh?"

True to form, upon hearing these words, Misaki Saki first blinked in surprise, then waved her hands and said with disdain,

"Don't try to fool me. Do you think I'm a child? Idiot!"

Haruka Yuzan just smiled and didn't speak.

However, Misaki Saki realized that their path seemed to be heading toward... the kitchen? Suddenly, an idea sparked in her simple brain, and she snickered,

"You're not planning to make me wear an apron and do who knows what in the kitchen!!"

Haruka Yuzan was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Misaki Saki somewhat admiringly.

Great idea!

Imagining the girl in an apron, her youthful face mismatched with adult clothing, the charm of the contrast seemed amusing.

"You're really smart; I hadn't even thought of that," Haruka Yuzan offered his sincere praise.

"Hehe! There are lots of things I'm smart about!" Despite being held aloft by the boy's arm, her face still revealed an irrepressible smugness,

"Not only am I smart, but my charm is truly irresistible! Ah, who would've thought that an eighteen-year-old big sister could resist the allure of youthful exuberance? The moment I get home, I can't wait to be dragged from bed to the kitchen..."

As she spoke, her little hands opened wide in the air, assuming the air of a condescending elder, though barely able to contain the triumphant grin on the corner of her mouth,

"Hehe, I'm glad you thought of me first, but next time make sure you let me wake up first! Or, you could do it while I'm sleeping, but don't wake me up..."

As she went on, she got even more animated,

"Isn't it perfect? While drawing last night, I thought about switching the scene to the kitchen. Now that you're here, let me capture some inspiration later!!"

Hmm... she's definitely getting her mouth plugged later!!!

How can someone so cute have such a mouth? What's this about coming home and immediately thinking about 'that kind of thing' with her???

The sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window was still clear,

and it was only just past four in the afternoon; there was still over an hour before Sister Reiko would be home from work. There was plenty of time.

"Meow?"

Roast Meat looked up at the strangely posed duo, curiosity in its mew as it considered the distance between the sofa and the floor.

Bean Eyes seemed to have a moment of clarity, flicked its tail, and closed its eyes to sleep.

The height of over thirty centimeters had discouraged the chubby cat from jumping up to play; basking in the sun and sleeping was much better...

Haruka Yuzan didn't pay any attention to it, carrying the girl through the living room.

In the kitchen,

he set Misaki Saki down on the floor and now felt a bit bashful, with her bare little feet on the cool floorboards.

One foot stepping on the other, her slender and fair short legs awkwardly pressed together, she lowered her head, her delicate face blushing with the shy coyness unique to young girls,

"In a moment, you have to be a little gentler with me, okay?" she said.

Such words, with her Shimizu-like face and that gesture, were like the evaluation Hong Shixian gave to Ellie when she was trying on Brandy Melville clothes.

Darn it, he shouldn't have given her the chance to speak; he should have just sealed her little mouth!

"Stop being so self-absorbed. If not, I'm done here, I'm leaving," Haruka Yuzan said and was about to turn around and leave.

"Eh eh eh, don't don't don't!" Now it was Misaki Saki's turn to panic, and she quickly wrapped her arms around the boy's legs. Her inspiration for the kitchen theme depended entirely on the person in front of her!

"Don't be in such a hurry to go. Can I just stop talking, then?" she pleaded.

"Hmm, that's better, nice and quiet," Haruka Yuzan said with a smile, then reached out and ruffled the girl's hair gently.

"Mhm!!"

Misaki Saki also cooperated, nuzzling into the boy's hands like a little kitten, very well-behaved, but then her cute head suddenly jolted, her face full of confusion,

"That's not right!"

"What's wrong?" Haruka Yuzan asked.

"Mm, mm, mm!" he inquired.

"It's not right! It was you who came looking for me! Why does it feel like I'm begging you?"

Only now did Misaki Saki realize that the boy had dragged her from her sleep to the kitchen. She hadn't made any requests... even if she had been thinking about it for a long time...

"You can't think like that, Misaki. Why would I come to the kitchen??? Just to satisfy my own needs??? Isn't it because being confined to the bedroom could make the artworks monotonous and lacking in innovation? That's why I thought about changing the scene for you,"

Haruka Yuzan sighed softly, showing a look of being burdened with the worries of the world,

"Don't forget our ultimate goal, Misaki! I want to be the man who supports you to become the queen of manga! Let everyone call you 'Master Misaki'!!! This isn't just your mission, it's my responsibility too!!"

Hearing the boy's heartfelt words, Misaki Saki showed an enlightened expression, "Aww! I got it!! It was a misunderstanding!!"

"Good, I'm glad you understand me," Haruka Yuzan said, satisfied, and then took out two aprons hanging behind the door, placing them in front of the girl with a serious face,

"Which one do you want to wear?" he asked earnestly.

"Eh?" Misaki Saki blinked, a little dazed in her eyes, still not quite recovered from the boy's turnaround.

Just a moment ago he seemed to be considering her feelings, and now...

"I think you should wear this pink one. The one I bought for Sister Reiko might be a bit too big for you," Haruka Yuzan said, ignoring the girl's reaction and seriously offering his suggestion...

Misaki Saki shook her head, feeling like she'd overthought things today; she needed to focus more on drawing,

She beamed a bright smile, pointing at the apron in Haruka's hand, "I want this one!!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yep! I want you to say who looks better, me or Sister Reiko!!"

She chuckled mischievously, taking the apron from his hand and fiddling with it against her body, trying to figure out the best way to put it on,

The pale yellow apron seemed to be designed for the madam's more generous upper half, so when Haruka originally bought it, he chose a larger size.

On Misaki Saki, with her innocent and harmless face, it gave the impression of a child sneakily wearing an adult's clothes.

The girl tied the apron around her waist and lifted her head, her sparkling eyes blinking,

"Is this how it's worn?"

Her soft, youthful face was naive and curious, her long lashes trembling in the air, her lips glossy and plump as if they've tasted honey.

Haruka Yuzan couldn't help but swallow.

What a Dragon King behavior!

"Yes, you wear it like this."

"Hehe!"

"So... what's next?"

......

Today seemed a bit resistant, batting at the boy's legs.

Haruka Yuzan let go of her head, puzzled, "What's wrong?"

"Huff huff!" Misaki Saki took a few deep breaths, glared at him, and wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth, "I didn't bring my digital camera! Otherwise, this is all for nothing! I have to go get it!!!"

"......"

"Mm, mm, mm!"

In the end, Misaki Saki flashed a sly smile,

"Do I look better in the apron, or does Sister Reiko?"

She wore an expression as if to say, if you don't answer properly, I'm going on strike.

This troublesome guy,

"Mm, mm, mm!!!"

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