Tokyo landlord: why is the panties of the lady next door in my house?!-Chapter 578 393

Haruka Yuzan stepped forward, he had always been puzzled as to why Harada Yukixi was so infatuated with him.

"Sister Yukixi, what do you like about me?"

"Everything about you," Harada Yukixi answered briskly.

Her tender body had already entangled itself around him, the charm emanating from her made it hard for anyone to "stand out from the crowd".

Haruka Yuzan was taken aback.

That answer, it sounded familiar somehow.

"Isn't there something specific?" he continued to ask.

The beautiful lady was wealthy and attractive, this kind of high-class beauty didn't lack admirers, but why had she chosen him specifically?

Unexpectedly, Harada Yukixi extended her finger, gently touching his lips, her enchanting eyes twinkling faintly, "Haruka, love is priceless."

"Then you're handsome and have no shortage of women either, but why specifically those few girls?"

Her counterquestion made Haruka Yuzan pause for a moment.

Indeed.

Hadn't he always inexplicably loved others himself?

It really was just me being stubborn.

Haruka Yuzan smiled, "I've been taught a lesson again."

"You still have a lot to learn," Harada Yukixi chuckled, her eyes filled with unstoppable affection.

Humans are strange creatures.

Liking someone, that feeling is indescribable, even if they might not seem perfect to others.

"Haruka, don't think about anything else, shall we just enjoy the moment?"

Harada Yukixi gently wrapped her hands around his neck, her tender body pressing firmly against him.

Her hair brushed against Haruka Yuzan's cheeks, eliciting a ticklish sensation, their lips drew closer like magnets attracting, and in that moment, the world seemed to contain only their heartbeats and gentle breaths.

Haruka Yuzan subconsciously leaned forward, gently grabbing her tender parts, his fingertips conveying countless emotions of love.

Unlike Sister Reiko.

Because she regularly practiced yoga and fitness, Harada Yukixi's body seemed tighter and more resilient.

Her slender waist was filled with core strength.

Haruka Yuzan breathed heavily, looking at the beautiful lady grinding on top of him, he couldn't help but whisper, "Sister Yukixi, that's enough."

Her cheeks blushed as she slightly lifted her pert bottom.

As it reached the bottom, a soft voice reverberated faintly, and she took a deep breath inward.

Delving deep into the fray.

After she reached the bottom, there were no more movements; she just gradually held still.

After about five or six seconds, Mrs. Harada finally began to adjust.

Fitness and yoga always maintained a particularly pleasing appearance.

In such moments, not only the buttocks need to sink, but the waist also needs to dip slightly to form a perfectly enchanting arc.

Haruka Yuzan squinted his eyes, watching her rhythm, watching her opening and closing.

She felt herself being tightly bound by a ring of flesh.

A ring formed of softness, enclosing it in the middle.

But when Harada Yukixi lifted her buttocks, Haruka Yuzan could perceive the tender redness inside that ring.

...

About an hour later.

Haruka Yuzan finally stood up from the dining table, feeling refreshed.

His body was bare, and their clothes were scattered all over.

Removing the apron tied around his waist, Haruka Yuzan couldn't help but smile bitterly, "I thought I came to eat, but it turns out I came to be eaten."

"Sister Yukixi, I'll be leaving now."

Haruka Yuzan spoke to the beautiful lady sprawled on the dining table, and after seeing her nod, he turned and left the apartment directly.

The next morning, early.

Mr. Haruka, back to student life, had started a new day.

At noon.

He took out his lunch as usual and headed towards the school rooftop.

Upon reaching the top floor, he found the door to the rooftop locked, dust evident on the lock, indicating it had been some time since anyone had last visited.

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"It makes me think, I haven't been to the rooftop to eat in the last couple of weeks of last term."

Haruka Yuzan thought to himself and had no choice but to go downstairs, considering whether to join Shimizu for lunch.

But at that moment, a curious voice arose behind him:

"Hey, fellow student, the school is strict about students going up to the rooftop!"

Turning around.

When sunlight streamed through the windows, countless dust particles appeared in the radiant beams, fluttering up and down in the warm sunshine, like forgotten shards of time, conveying a serene beauty.

Mizutani Nozomi stood there, holding a lunch box, her entire demeanor exuding a peaceful sense of nostalgia.

"Hello there, Haruka student."

Everything seemed unchanged.

....

Reaching the balcony.