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

"Hehe, that's for me to know and you to find out!" Misaki Saki flashed a wickedly lecherous grin that contrasted with her soft and adorable little face. She was being deliberately mysterious. Haruka Yuzan was at a loss for words. He reached out and gave the she-devil a noogie. "Spill it if you want, but stop giving me that creepy smile." "Ow!" Misaki Saki winced, covering her forehead. Her small mouth pouted, and her delicate little face was the picture of grievance. "You big meanie, I'm never talking to you again!" With that, the golden-haired she-devil wriggled to the end of the sofa, turned her little head away, and acted as if she couldn't care less about him. Haruka Yuzan was helpless. Then he started counting silently to himself, one minute, two minutes, three minutes... At the 108-second mark, the she-devil, who had been at the end of the couch, crawled back over. Her little butt nudged against Lin Ran's thigh, soft and springy. "Hey, don't you want to know a little bit?" Misaki Saki lifted her little head, asking with an innocent face. "Not really." Haruka Yuzan glanced at her and couldn't help but find it amusing. Silly girl. "Ugh! No way, you have to be curious; you need to follow the script!" Misaki Saki pouted, her rosy cheeks full of indignation. "If you're not interested, how am I supposed to carry on? How will Hon Misaki's glorious image ever be established?" She crossed her arms and puffed out her little chest, looking all high and mighty. Haruka Yuzan was speechless. He reached out and gave her another noogie. "I'm not curious, so you don't need to go on." "Aaaaaagh!! ε＝ε＝ε＝(#>д<)ﾉ" The boy's indifferent demeanor made the she-devil grind her teeth in frustration. It felt as infuriating as being left hanging after someone had piqued your interest. She put up her little fists and started pounding on Haruka Yuzan's arm. It didn't hurt. Using any more strength than necessary would be bad for her health, and any less would just be tickling. This was just the right amount of force for a massage. After hammering away for some time, Misaki Saki realized that Haruka Yuzan didn't feel any pain; instead, she ended up exhausted. "Huff, huff, huff..." Misaki Saki pouted, out of breath and panting, sticking out her tender pink tongue. The effort had sapped all her energy. She looked completely deflated. Haruka Yuzan was at a loss for words—what a weakling, still dreaming of intense workouts. He had planned to get her to join him for a morning jog. But how did that turn out? The wicked she-devil simply wouldn't keep her word. After two days of initial excitement, she just wouldn't get out of bed anymore. "You might as well save your energy; you get out of breath just walking," Haruka Yuzan commented with a glance. "You, you dare to insult Hon Misaki!" Misaki Saki pouted stubbornly, but her slightly breathy voice was like a slap to the she-devil's pride. Tired. Very tired. Extremely tired. Haruka Yuzan said nothing. But the puffed-up girl couldn't hold it in after a long silence and admitted defeat, "Okay, okay, I'll tell you." "I don't want to hear it." "You!" "No, you have to listen, or I'm going to tell you anyway!" Misaki Saki stepped up onto the couch and leaned her delicate body in close to whisper in his ear, "Actually, it's Yumeko who told me." "Hm?" Haruka Yuzan was taken aback and clearly stupefied upon hearing Otome Yumeko's name. "It was Yumeko who told you?" "Yeah, otherwise I wouldn't have known that next month is Shimizu's birthday." Misaki Saki slumped back onto the couch and helplessly spread her hands. "So, how are we going to prepare a surprise for next month?" "I don't know, but... I just have this bad feeling," Haruka Yuzan murmured softly, turning his eyes toward the kitchen with a trace of perplexity in his gaze. Nighttime. The light rain in the sky had gradually stopped. The streets on both sides were filled with the dampness of rainwater, and the shimmering dewdrops swayed on the petals, shining brightly under the moonlight. The Kuro-Pi Spicy Girl made her way back to the villa using the streetlights. Opening the door. The living room was silent, everyone had returned to their bedrooms to sleep. Arisugawa Hoshina sighed, wearily tossing her shoulder bag onto the couch. But after a moment's thought, she picked it up again. If the backpack just laid there on the sofa... When morning came... Early-rising Sister Reiko would probably worry about her. Today, she hadn't gone back to the villa with everyone else in the afternoon but had instead visited her own home.