Tokyo landlord: why is the panties of the lady next door in my house?!-Chapter 354 - 219: Kissing Chiba-san in Front of Otome (This Chapter is a Must-Read!!)_2

"If you have a penchant for exposing yourself in front of others, then I suggest you continue; such behavior really defiles the eyes."

The girl’s cold voice came through, but Otome Mizuko just scoffed, "I haven’t forced anyone to watch. If you’re afraid of defiling your own eyes, then you might as well just leave."

"That’s right, I wonder if you’re afraid of spoiling your eyes, or are you jealous and want to take my place?" the lady said, as she ran her fingers through her hair that fell beside her ears, her exquisite and beautiful face filled with an almost imperceptible allure.

"What do you think, Shimizu?"

After speaking, Otome Mizuko provocatively looked up at Chiba Shimizu, the contempt in her eyes unable to be restrained from showing.

Chiba Shimizu did not speak, just coldly met her gaze.

"Cough cough."

At this point, Haruka Yuzan, who had been a bystander, finally stepped forward; it was time to put an end to this absurd war,

"Okay, let’s stop here. How about we go for a stroll in the mall... How does that sound? If we waste this rare afternoon on such meaningless quarrels, it would be a real waste of life."

"Shut up!"

Just as Haruka Yuzan thought he could control the situation as usual, a scolding voice interrupted him.

The voice was clear and ethereal, like a mountain spring, purifying the soul. It was none other than Chiba Shimizu?!

The mountain sprite turned into an ice princess. After interrupting Haruka Yuzan from continuing to speak, Chiba-san turned her gaze back to Otome Mizuko on the opposite side.

It was only then that Haruka Yuzan noticed that Otome Mizuko, who usually obedient, flickered a hint of hesitation in her eyes upon hearing his words, as if considering whether to end today’s duel—after all, Haruka is all-important.

But, that hesitation and indecision dissipated without a trace with the young lady’s scornful laughter.

"Don’t think that what’s precious to you is equally valuable to others, Yumeko, your current behavior is alien to me."

"Alien?"

Otome Mizuko scoffed with contempt, "I may be repulsive, but at least I have the courage to love and hate openly, unlike someone like you, all prim and proper, clearly liking someone yet pretending to be indifferent, who are you trying to impress?"

With that said, the lady took Haruka Yuzan into her arms, her face’s indifference replaced by a hint of crazed infatuation, "I like Haruka, I dare to kiss him, do you dare?"

Having said this, she actually kissed Haruka Yuzan on the cheek.

Chiba Shimizu stood there stunned, the lady’s challenge clearly observed, and the rationality in her eyes slowly being replaced by a hint of anger.

This was not just about Haruka Yuzan; it was a direct challenge to her!

"You say I don’t dare?"

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Otome Mizuko scoffed with contempt, "Or otherwise?"

The pure and noble Chiba-san would choose to kiss a boy? And a boy she had just kissed, no less. Such an absurd thing, not only would the lady not believe it, even Haruka Yuzan didn’t believe it.

Don’t joke. This was Chiba-san, after all; would this farce end with the lady’s victory?

But then again, while there had been several intimate encounters with Chiba, faced with such an insoluble situation, mere rationality and intelligence would hardly suffice...

Haruka Yuzan would rather believe that Chiba-san would take the initiative to kiss him afterward than believe Chiba Shimizu would choose to kiss him on the spot.

Stop kidding...As Haruka Yuzan was about to step forward and declare the fight over, he suddenly felt a cool sensation on his lips.

As he looked up, a breathtakingly cold and beautiful face had already appeared before him; her fair and delicate skin, closed eyes, long lashes quivering gently in the air, and a light fragrance enveloping his nose.

For a moment, the whole world seemed to plunge into endless silence, calm and peaceful, like the delightful touch of jelly that made one linger, perhaps... the most beautiful things in the world are just that...

Chiba Shimizu had actually kissed him?!!

Through the girl’s cheeks, I caught a glimpse, with my peripheral vision, of Otome Mizuko sitting dazed and slumped on the spot behind her.

Her delicate and pretty face, initially filled with shock and surprise, was, in an instant, overwhelmed with anger and pain.

"Chiba Shimizu?!!!"

Almost in the blink of an eye, Otome Mizuko had recovered from her shock, her face full of rage as she pushed the girl away from Haruka Yuzan.

She clung to Haruka Yuzan with both hands, like a little girl whose favorite toy had been taken away, her beautiful little face, apart from resentment, was mostly filled with an expression of pain.

"How could you do this!!! I’ll kill you!!!"

As she spoke, tears began to well up on Otome Mizuko’s cheeks, making her look disheveled and pitiable.

Violently yanked away, Chiba Shimizu stumbled and took two steps back before finally steadying herself.

After wiping the liquid from the corner of her mouth, the girl looked down on the young lady sitting slumped on the big bed, protecting the person she fancied, with a hint of contempt in her eyes, like a victor looking down from on high,

"Isn’t this what you asked me to do, Yumeko?"

Her voice was full of icy coldness, as if the blood flowing within her had no warmth left at all, the endless provocations of the afternoon finally forging Chiba Shimizu’s absolute counterattack.

Rational? Calm? Absolutely not present in the elated mood following the impulsive actions.

"If you truly like Haruka Yuzan, Otome, then why would you let me kiss him? As I thought... just as I said before,"

Her haughty demeanor was like that of a final judgment.

Otome Mizuko sat slumped at the edge of the bed, her delicate jade-like arms still tightly wrapped around Haruka Yuzan without any intention of letting go.

Her eyes were packed with panicked confusion, the young lady, who had just been filled with anger and mockery, had now completely lost her composure.

The disheveled Otome Mizuko turned around, her eyes reddened, her black and disarrayed hair hanging down loosely, giving Haruka Yuzan that same pitiful, weak look as if she was seeing a beloved toy tarnished,

Guilt, grievance...

"No, it’s not like that... It’s not right, I love Haruka!!"

"Haruka, you have to believe me! I didn’t mean it! I, I never thought like that! Haruka!!"

As she spoke, Miss Otome began to sob and convulse.

Seeing the lady’s condition, Haruka Yuzan could only helplessly shake his head.

Isn’t this just the typical case of being inept yet loving to play?

Now, in this situation, Miss Otome found herself in a dilemma, being the one who had forced Shimizu to kiss herself, but regretting it when the class president really went through with it?

Perhaps, everything that had just happened had exceeded Miss Otome’s expectations...

"Alright, I know everything, Yumeko..." Haruka Yuzan said somewhat helplessly, gently stroking Miss Otome’s smooth and tender back.

Now Miss Otome seemed like a little girl who couldn’t take a loss, clearly defeated but still tearfully throwing a tantrum, unwilling to accept the reality of her defeat.

"Sob, sob... Haruka, I’m not like that, you have to believe me, I love you, I love you so much, I, I didn’t expect she would really kiss you..."

That was the state of Miss Otome now, her anger and grievance completely replaced by a guilty conscience.

Had it not been for herself, why would Chiba Shimizu have taken the initiative to kiss Haruka Yuzan?

If this incident had come to Miss Otome’s knowledge afterwards, she might still have been furious, but... if it was something she had facilitated herself, then all her previous anger was gone, replaced only by a profound self-reproach.

It was all her fault, otherwise, otherwise Mr. Haruka wouldn’t have been defiled... Sob, sob...