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

"No way, I must confront that bastard Haruka Yuzan and clear things up!"
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Chiba Seiryo clenched her pearly teeth against her red lips, her eyes full of embarrassment and anger.

"Shimizu must have been deceived by him, I need to tell her!"

Seeing the condition of the young mistress, Hanai Ishishū opened his mouth to speak, then swallowed his words.

Actually... he really wanted to say,

"Miss Shimizu, you probably already know..."

Ah, the young mistress is always like this when it comes to affairs concerning Sister Reiko—completely bereft of her usual composure and rationality within the corporation. But he dared not say more.

"Ishishū, contact Haruka Yuzan for me. I need to see him."

"Very well, Miss."

Hanai Ishishū nodded and agreed.

.......

Ginza.

A very upscale sky garden restaurant.

The last time he was here, he came with Otome Yumeko.

Dressed in a kimono, the beautiful girl led to a reserved private room.

Upon sliding open the door of the room—green mountains, flowing waters, wooden clogs beside a tea table, a pristine sky dotted with white clouds drifted by. It was like a scene from a comic filter, splendidly beautiful.

"Please wait here for a while, Miss Chiba will arrive soon."

The kimono-clad beauty bowed slightly to Haruka Yuzan with great politeness before leaving.

What kind of dining invitation includes making the guest wait?

Haruka Yuzan shrugged; he was inherently easy-going and didn't say much. He sat by the tea table and began to enjoy the scenery outside.

The weather was clear and sunny, and the scenery was delightful. But why did Chiba Seiryo summon him?

About half an hour later, the door of the private room was pushed open.

Clad in a kimono, a gracefully dressed girl slowly walked in. Her face was set in a cold expression, bright eyes, white teeth, and an aura about her brows that commanded respect and instilled fear.

Hmm?

"Miss Chiba, good afternoon. Have you come alone?"

Haruka Yuzan looked behind the girl; Hanai Ishishū was nowhere to be seen.

"Yes."

Chiba Seiryo seemed particularly cold today, merely glancing indifferently at him without any follow-up.

Haruka Yuzan, unconcerned, shrugged his shoulders, accustomed to the girl's icy demeanor.

Chiba Seiryo sat down opposite Haruka Yuzan without uttering a word.

Very soon.

The private room door was pushed open again.

One kimono-clad beauty after another entered with trays, serving exquisitely prepared food that boasted completeness in color, fragrance, and taste.

Haruka Yuzan glanced at the pieces of codfish.

Oh.

Another banquet-level fresh feast.

Honestly, he still preferred hot meals, but as someone else was hosting, Haruka Yuzan naturally didn't have the choice.

Between the two of them, fourteen dishes—not lavish, just wastefully extravagant.

Haruka Yuzan didn't hesitate; since the young mistress still showed no intention of speaking, he directly picked up a piece of sashimi, popped it into his mouth, and began to savour it.

The texture was tender, the scent of the seafood hit him powerfully.

Very tasty.

Chiba Seiryo frowned slightly—this guy, how could he just start eating?

"What, what's wrong?"

Haruka Yuzan was taken aback, "Would you like a bite?"

The touch was there, the deal was made, they were already familiar with each other; he felt there was absolutely no need for pretense.

Strange.

This guy, who knew what he was thinking.

"Aren't you going to ask why I called you here?"

Chiba Seiryo's voice was cold, that guy not sticking to the script.

When invited for a meal, shouldn't one ask about the purpose first?

"Is.... that important?"

Haruka Yuzan wiped his mouth with a napkin, chuckled lightly, "Isn't the most important thing about being invited to a meal to eat?"

"You!"

Chiba Seiryo was momentarily lost for words, her eyes brimming with further embarrassment.

"Snap."

Several photographs were thrown between them. Haruka Yuzan looked up, startled, and recognized the blurred figures in the photos at a glance.

This was... himself?

The photos were evidently from the first time he had taken Misaki Saki to the cinema, under the setting sun of that evening.

Backs turned, Haruka Yuzan was walking with Misaki Saki in tow.

Such a vivid memory...

Haruka Yuzan picked up the photo, continued to look down, and suddenly paused. Indeed, behind every memory, there laid knives, and each one was stabbing into his back.

Huh.

Besides the first photo that served as an appetizer, the rest were intimate shots of Haruka Yuzan with other girls.

There were ones of Sister Reiko, Hoshina, even two with Mrs. Harada.

Of course, this didn't mean anything salacious, but rather, hugs, holding hands, and the like.

Even so, if these photos were leaked, they could bring about Haruka Yuzan's direct condemnation by the women of the Island Country.

Hmm... a very handsome scoundrel.

"Do you have anything to say?"

Chiba Seiryo's voice was chilling like the February wind, making one shudder, her demeanor suddenly turned frosty.

"Hmm, let me think about it."

Haruka Yuzan looked at the photos again, seemingly actually searching for an excuse.

"Hmph!"

Chiba Seiryo snorted gracefully and leaned back in her chair, elegantly lifted her cup of fragrant tea, and daintily took a sip.

Her pair of snow-white slender legs slightly together, the small gap between them infinitely inviting. Look at this scoundrel, still struggling to find an excuse.

"The angle of the photos isn't very good. See, our backs. It would have been better to squat down to capture the shots, making the legs appear longer."

Haruka Yuzan seriously commented.

From a professional photography perspective, he began criticizing the quality of photos—their gloss, lines, all pretty poor, had the feel of paparazzi shots.

Chiba Seiryo slightly furrowed her brows, "Are you playing with me?"

"Wasn't it Miss Seiryu who started the joke?"

Haruka Yuzan chuckled lightly, tossing the photos back onto the table, "Investigating me, taking photos, and then trying to... threaten me?"

His voice was filled with mockery, devoid of his usual tenderness.

"Aren't you afraid I'll show these photos to Shimizu?"

Chiba Seiryo's brow furrowed.

"Ah well, ah well."

Haruka Yuzan shrugged, "If you could do that, wouldn't you have done it already? Why bother showing me then?"

For a moment, the room fell silent.

"You're scared, aren't you?"

Haruka Yuzan laughed lightly.

With these mere skills, still thinking of threatening me?

"I? Why should I be scared?"