Tokyo landlord: why is the panties of the lady next door in my house?!-Chapter 583 - 398 Help Me, Haruka

Evening.

After finishing dinner, Haruka Yuzan headed to the girl's bedroom.

Chiba Shimizu's room was very different from the first time he saw it, although it still had a cold and monotonous vibe, there were visibly more warm little details now.

A painting frame sat on the wooden desk, within it was an anime self-portrait drawn by Misaki for the girl.

Two or three pots of green succulents adorned the corners of the room, making it look quite heartwarming.

Moonlight, frost-like, filtered through the mottled window lattice, spilling over the girl's figure; Chiba Shimizu sat at the wooden table, holding a diary, planning for the Cultural Festival.

"Shimizu, do you have to do these things yourself?" Haruka Yuzan stepped forward and asked, a touch of curiosity in his voice.

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Chiba Shimizu lifted her eyelids, her slender lashes curling slightly, her clear eyes making it difficult to discern her thoughts.

"Hmm, it's better I do these things myself."

"Don't wear yourself out," Haruka Yuzan said softly.

"Hmm, I know."

Moonlight shone through the gauze window, and Haruka Yuzan quietly sat on the side, not disturbing the girl's work, nor asking why she had called him over tonight.

There was still time, he could wait.

After a while, the girl finished her work, stretched languidly, her chest's shocking curves exposed without reserve, full, rounded, brimming with youth and tension.

What a sight!

Haruka Yuzan clicked his tongue inwardly, although he had felt it many times before, every time he saw it, it was still astonishing.

Of course, the girl's figure wasn't as exaggerated as the madam's, but her petite frame, combined with being at the prime age of seventeen, made her proportions seem quite unreasonable.

"Do I look good?"

Chiba Shimizu asked softly.

"Good looking, ah no."

"Is it good looking or not?"

"To know if it's good looking, I'd need to feel it," Haruka Yuzan grinned.

"Are your eyes just for show, Mr. Haruka?" Chiba Shimizu revealed her queen-like disdain without mercy.

"I came to talk about something serious."

"Hmm?"

"About Otome Mizuko."

Whenever Mizuko was mentioned, Haruka Yuzan felt a headache coming on: the current relationship was stuck at an impasse. Of course, he had not thought about retreating and could only take it one step at a time, steeling himself for whatever came next.

As Haruka was about to speak, he was immediately interrupted by Chiba Shimizu: "Don't say you have a plan."

"..."

"I'm serious."

After a long silence, Haruka Yuzan finally asked, "Then... what do you think, Shimizu?"

"Be honest."

Chiba Shimizu said earnestly.

"Dragging this on isn't the solution, only by being honest can you make things clear. Think about it."

The girl said, and then walked into the bathroom to take a shower.

Listening to the splashing water, Haruka Yuzan squinted his eyes; being honest... going by himself should be enough, right?

This thing needs planning.

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The next morning.

Those who have work go to work, those who have school go to school, and those who are sleeping continue their deep slumber.

Since the beginning of the term, everyone's life seemed to have returned to the usual state, with each person busy with their own matters.

Haruka Yuzan and Chiba Shimizu arrived at school.

The girl had just changed her shoes when she went off to the student council and only returned close to class time.

"Got work to do?" Haruka Yuzan asked curiously.

"No, just had a meeting," Chiba Shimizu shook her head, then handed a strawberry milk to Haruka, "Here, the milk you wanted."

"Thanks, lovely Shimizu-chan."

Haruka Yuzan said with a smile.

Their classmates in Class C appeared to have long since grown accustomed to the pair's close interactions.

Noon.

Chiba Shimizu had yet to have lunch when she had to go for another meeting, leaving Haruka Yuzan no choice but to find Mizutani Nozomi on the balcony.

Today was a sunny and pleasant day, but the cherry blossoms were no longer in the full bloom of the past few months. Some branches already bore the rhythm of autumn, with petals gradually falling.

When Haruka Yuzan stepped onto the rooftop, he found Mizutani Nozomi's state to be rather languid.

She looked as though she hadn't rested well.

"Mizutani-sis, did you have a blast last night? Stayed up the whole night?"

Haruka Yuzan brought his lunch and sat down beside her.

Hearing this, Mizutani Nozomi gave him a complex look, remained silent for a long while, and then finally spoke, "Haruka, can I ask you for a favor?"

"Hm?"

"Help me, please help me save this marriage."

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