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

"Where are you off to, Haruka?"

The gentle voice arose from behind him, but Haruka felt a chill run down his spine.

"Oh, isn't this Otome? When did you get here?"

As Haruka Yuzan turned around, he saw Otome Mizuko leaning against the wall, her arms folded across her chest and her black hair neatly cascading to her waist. Her delicate face radiated cold beauty and was adorned with a touch of... a smile?

"Indeed, I've been here for a while and overheard quite a lot of interesting things," Otome Mizuko said with a grin as she approached, her eyes gleaming with a hint of fervor. There was no visible anger, but that was the most terrifying part.

"Tell me, how do you think I should punish a disobedient guy?"

Her slender fingers gently stroked the boy's neck. Otome Mizuko, being tall, was only a head shorter than Haruka. She slightly lifted her head, and the hot breath landed on his sensual Adam's apple.

This made Haruka Yuzan's neck ticklish, "I would single-handedly suggest reforming him with just ideals."

Truth be told, there wasn't much of a relationship between the two, but Haruka still felt a twinge of guilt under her gaze,

Who knows when this darn tsundere might go crazy and hack at me with a firewood knife, but why does it have to be me? I haven't even done anything. Is this the punishment for being handsome?

If that's the case, then I am willing to endure it all.

The corridor was deserted at this time, as all the students had gone off to enjoy their lunch, and would only trickle back to the classroom after the meal.

"Come with me, and see how I handle you in a bit," Otome Mizuko said, leading Haruka by his tie.

The posture was uncomfortable, but for the sake of his neck, Haruka Yuzan had no choice but to bend over.

"Slow down, slow down, that hurts a bit."

Otome Mizuko turned her head to look at Haruka beside her. The afternoon sun was bright, casting its light on his profile, revealing an indescribably sunny and handsome appearance.

"What's wrong?" His sudden halt made Haruka turn his head too, their eyes meeting.

Otome Mizuko didn't speak. She tiptoed and the brief touch made Haruka feel as if he had eaten a slice of jelly, bouncy and with a hint of a sweet fragrance.

But it was just an instant. Just as Haruka Yuzan instinctively wanted to continue, Otome Mizuko pulled away, licking her lips and saying,

"Not now, I'm afraid if we continue kissing, I won't want to punish you later." Her delicate finger rested on his thin lips, her expression warm and pitying, yet her words conveyed the exact opposite meaning.

Haruka Yuzan was momentarily stunned. Could she be any more rational??

.......

Downstairs, the students were all shrouded in joyful smiles, and the noise of their playful banter could almost reach one's ears, even though the words were indistinct.

But the serene scene still had a strong emotional impact.

Together, they climbed to the seventh floor of the school building. Looking at the sign that read 'Student Council Room' on the door, Haruka Yuzan fell into contemplation.

He was considering,

What does a beautiful girl wearing black stockings want by bringing me to such a place?

Should I put up a token resistance? He hesitated, torn inside.

Otome Mizuko skillfully produced a key from her pocket and unlocked the activity room door, then pulled Haruka inside.

The room wasn't large, just about twenty to thirty square meters. Instead of an activity room, it resembled a custom-designed lounge.

A soft, oversized sofa, a thick carpet on the floor, bookshelves, a coffee table, a refrigerator – it had everything.

Darn student council, we're slaving away all day sitting on wooden stools until our butts hurt, while they're already lounging on sofas, fiddling with their smartphones, and acting all high and mighty!

How infuriating!

Otome Mizuko didn't say much, just loosened Haruka's tie, and shut the door, as if sealing the room off from the outside world.

Haruka Yuzan moved his neck around,

"Do all of you in the student council enjoy life like this?"

Otome Mizuko took a step forward, closing the distance between them. His well-filled shirt was also somewhat distorted by the pressure,

"This is my personal lounge. You're actually the first person to come here, Haruka..."

She said, while gently blowing a breath on the boy's Adam's apple.

"I see, that is my honor," Haruka Yuzan replied with a chuckle.

Before he could finish, Otome Mizuko pushed him onto the couch,

and before he had a chance to say anything, he felt a black-stockinged foot pressing onto his chest,

Miss Otome looked down from above at the boy beneath her feet, her dark hair dancing in the wind, and her delicate, beautiful face revealed a smile that was close to madness and... bt?

Haruka Yuzan looked up to see the scenery beneath the pleated skirt in full view, with the pattern of the black stockings even making the white fabric underneath discernible.

"I've heard you enjoy staring at people's feet?" Otome Mizuko said with a grin, as her black-stockinged foot slowly moved up to Haruka's cheek, distorting his handsome face.

"Don't smear, I don't have those particular tastes," Haruka Yuzan felt he had to assert the high standards of his character.

"From a medical perspective..."

"The Otome Family owns the best psychologists in the world, do you need one of them to take a look at you?" Miss Otome interjected bluntly.

"No need to trouble you for that..."

"Stop it now."

Otome Mizuko sat on Haruka's lap, the position of the two was very ambiguous, but neither backed down.

"If you keep this up, I'll make sure you'll never see me again." Left with no alternative, Haruka Yuzan could only use this threat against the tsundere girl.

This was also what he thought of when he rejected her confession, the most reluctant alternative.

Sure enough, upon hearing these words, Otome Mizuko's whole demeanor softened, and the arrogance in her eyes was gone; had she turned from a princess into a little puppy wagging its tail???

Looking pitifully at her master...

"Don't be like that, you can't leave me..."

Her voice softened, her whole body going limp over Haruka,

"I just like you too much, can you not look at other people's feet in the future? If you want to look, just tell me, I'll let you look..."

Otome Mizuko obediently snuggled in the boy's embrace, drawing circles on his chest, not at all like the haughty mistress she had been moments ago,

If someone else had seen this scene, they would rather believe they had gone blind than accept that the proud mistress could show such a weak and pitiful side in front of a man.

"Alright, I won't look at others anymore." Feeling the delicate form in his arms, Haruka Yuzan sighed softly.

That Otome Mizuko is really lovable and detestable at the same time, like an unstable time bomb that could "boom" explode any moment.

They hadn't even gotten together yet, and she had such a strong possessiveness over him; he dared not even think about what life together would be like afterward.

Actually, given Otome Mizuko's qualities, even if her personality was a bit tsundere, it was still acceptable; she's beautiful and rich, and the life of a kept man could be quite nice.

But the problem is, with Golden Finger, Haruka, the handsome man, is bound to have deep interactions with lots of pretty girls in his lifetime.

This was also the main reason why Haruka Yuzan rejected Otome Mizuko.

"Mmm, Haruka, I find myself liking you more and more, what should I do..."

Having received his promise, Otome Mizuko snuggled up to Haruka again, greedily inhaling his scent.

Her slim arms wrapped around tighter, and her collagen-filled cheeks flushed with excitement.

Just like a cat in heat...

Suddenly, Otome Mizuko pulled Haruka's hand to rest it on her pleated skirt, lifting her little head, and beneath neat bangs, her eyes seemed to sparkle with little hearts,

"I was so mean to you just now, you can punish me as much as you want..."

The girl's figure was well developed, a perfect S-curve, and she was like a serpent, softly coiling around the boy,

Haruka Yuzan couldn't help but swallow, his hand resting on the pleated skirt,

"Please..."

Otome Mizuko seemed somewhat excited, her slightly open mouth revealed her neat teeth,

Well, retracting his previous judgment of Otome Mizuko, this fellow was not only tsundere, but also someone with a bad taste for...