"I see, if things don't go well tomorrow, I can help you ask around the neighborhood," Haruka Yuzan said indifferently.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Haruka!" Reiko Onodera's heart leaped with joy. Having the landlord's help was, without doubt, a huge surprise.
Everything seemed to be moving in a positive direction...
After dinner, Haruka Yuzan sprawled on the couch, with Roast Meat adopting the same posture beside him.
The cat's tail even conscientiously covered its more embarrassing parts.
The little guy was quite concerned about maintaining his privacy.
Reiko had intended to clean up the dishes, but Onodera insisted that Haruka stay lying down and not move. She took care of everything, playing the role of a housemaid.
If she agreed to something, she would definitely do it, especially since Mr. Haruka Yuzan had been so kind to her, waiving her rent, even though she was touched every day...
But what did all that really matter, after all?
Young, handsome, and wealthy, and she was already a mother; it wasn't a loss... the lady comforted herself in her thoughts.
One person and one cat lay sprawled on the couch in decay while Reiko Onodera busied herself in the kitchen alone.
After a good meal and drink, the soft lighting seemed almost hypnotic. Haruka Yuzan hadn't quite woken up from the afternoon nap, and before he knew it, he drifted back into sleep.
In his dreams, he was living the life of collecting rent in ease, surrounded by beautiful young women as tenants, who served him in all sorts of ways to pay their rent.
The beautiful dream came quietly, but it felt like his chest was being pressed down by something, making it hard to breathe. Perhaps... this was a side effect of smelling the fragrance of beautiful girls every day???
Possibly, since he had never tried this before, a happy quandary.
"Haruka? Mr. Haruka?"
In a daze, he seemed to hear someone calling his name. Haruka Yuzan slowly opened his eyes, the feeling of a weight on his chest still there, more real than in his dreams,
As he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Reiko Onodera's concerned face, tender and lustrous like she had just stepped out of the bathroom. The two were very close, and he could even smell her pleasant scent.
Seeing that Haruka had awakened, Onodera exhaled in relief, then wrapped the bath towel around her a bit tighter, which seemed a little small. Her delicate hands were constantly covering her chest, moving them slightly would reveal more than intended.
As he spoke, he uncomfortably shifted his shoulders.
Seeing this, Reiko Onodera narrowed her eyes, a hint of hesitation and bashfulness flashing through her attractive gaze?
"Mr. Haruka, does your back feel very uncomfortable?"
"Yes, a bit, it's probably due to the sleeping posture, feels a bit stiff."
Haruka Yuzan nodded.
"I, I know a bit of massage, if you'd like, I could help alleviate your discomfort."
Massage?
For some reason, upon hearing this word, Haruka Yuzan's mind couldn't help but wander to some not-so-pure material.
Dammit! Haruka Yuzan, you've changed!!! Where did the innocent and upright boy from before go???
"Alright, that'd be great."
Meanwhile, Roast Meat sat on the sofa with a small table, those bean eyes looking like he was feeling wronged, giving off an air of sulking.
But no one paid him any heed, the cat was no longer the center of attention, as Haruka Yuzan was already leading Reiko Onodera upstairs, past the plump feline.
"Meow~"
.......
Setting foot in a guy's bedroom for the first time, Reiko Onodera couldn't help but look around; it was unexpectedly clean, without the imagined clutter of papers and gaming cards or celebrity posters.
The bedroom was simple, the decor primarily in shades of gray and white, a minimalistic style that appeared uncomplicated yet fashionable,
A double bed looked very soft, with a bedside table next to it holding a small lamp, and there seemed to be a book on it, a bedtime read?
It appeared that the room's owner had good taste.
On the opposite wall hung an LCD screen, with a small coffee table beneath it housing game controllers and a Switch.
The window was half-open, allowing the night breeze to waft in, lifting a corner of the gray curtain, ensuring good air circulation in the room.