The afternoon sun was wearisome.
Streaming through the large glass window, Roast Meat curled up on the sofa, its chubby cheeks looking extremely serene.
The orange fur shone even brighter under the sunlight, as its little paws twitched restlessly, as if it were dreaming of catching dried fish.
"Sister Reiko, are you still doing laundry?"
Gazing at madam in her shorts, her plump bottom on display, Haruka Yuzan walked over with a smile.
The black shorts sketched out a perfect curve, and vaguely, one could spot a more pronounced arched line in the center.
Are the shorts a bit tight?
That was Haruka Yuzan's first reaction.
Even though Reiko Onodera's daily wish list didn't refresh anymore, Haruka Yuzan considered whether to buy madam a few new outfits...
Even if just for his own daily eye candy, it seemed like a rather good idea.
"Yes, the weather is great today, so I decided to wash all the clothes."
Reiko Onodera stood up straight, her majestic upper half almost bursting out, the poor little tank top struggling under such pressure,
"Is there something you need, Haruka?"
When doing laundry just now, a few drops of water had splashed onto her tank top, making it damp, the color seeming a bit darker.
"Sister Reiko, are you tired?"
"Huh?"
.....
Upstairs, in the master bedroom,
A gentle breeze lifted the white curtains, leaving the room clean and tidy.
A person lay flat on the bed, unsettling the neatly made bed surface.
Reiko Onodera lay stretched out on the large bed, her body's perfect curves on display before Haruka,
On the white bed sheets, the white tank top... and the delicate, snow-white skin.
"Do you really want to do this now?"
Downstairs in the living room earlier, the boy's smile was like bright sunlight, warming madam's heart.
They were all unintentional acts, but details make or break a situation...
"Is the pressure alright, Sister Reiko?" His fingers increased their strength slightly; when he first pressed on madam's shoulders, he found the muscles there particularly stiff.
Based on his past life experience visiting foot massage shops, he vaguely remembered that such stiffness was caused by overstrain.
"Yes... it's... very comfy..." Reiko Onodera took a deep breath, her voice sounding a bit choked.
"Good, let me know if there's any discomfort..."
Haruka Yuzan had noticed the scenario as well, and his massaging fingers slowly became more attentive.
Come to think of it,
Since Reiko Onodera moved into the villa, it seemed she never really had a true rest.
Though madam never had any complaints, even feeling it was all her responsibility...
The attentive Reiko always managed to handle everything perfectly, with most of the clothes she had just washed being Haruka's.
But, in fact, when the System traded the rent for household chores, Haruka Yuzan never mentioned it to Reiko Onodera.
Laundry, cooking, cleaning, even helping prepare lunch boxes... all this was voluntarily done by Reiko Onodera.
On the assumption that she was paying her rent on time every day.
Kind, gentle... and maybe a bit foolish.
Every day after paying her rent to the wicked landlord, she still took on all those tedious household tasks.
What a bastard, Haruka Yuzan!
The silly, gullible madam, who could have refused, chose not to, that's Reiko Onodera...
That's also why even Misaki Saki, the scatterbrained doujinshi artist with her head full of trash, cared so much about madam's affairs.
While the boy softly touched madam's heart, wasn't madam affecting those around her with her actions?
The empty villa was no longer just a house, it felt like... a home?
Reiko Onodera lay quietly on the bed, the bitterness in her heart gradually replaced by sweetness, the comfort in her body slowly let madam close her eyes.
Unbeknownst to her, she drifted off into a deep sleep.