Tokyo landlord: why is the panties of the lady next door in my house?!-Chapter 585 - 400

It was night.

Kabukicho First Street.

Neon lights arched over the intersection, casting a trembling, drunken red halo that painted the pitch-black winter night in a spectacle of spring-red and smoky-green lamp decorations. The illusionary colors penetrated the autumn street night breeze, turning it from night to day, creating a true city that never sleeps.

Haruka Yuzan took a taxi to the address Mizutani Nozomi had sent him.

It was a tavern. The patrons coming in and out each had a relaxed flush on their faces, and the warm yellow lights seemed to beckon him inside.

Entering the tavern, the constant clinking of glasses and the fragrant aroma of food made the place exceptionally lively.

Haruka Yuzan looked around and finally spotted that familiar figure in a corner of the tavern.

The wooden table in front of Mizutani Nozomi was filled with bottles of sake. Her cheeks were flushed with an intoxicating rosiness, and her eyes shimmered like autumn water, yet they were also slightly blurred and hazy.

The slightly inebriated beauty had a unique allure.

Haruka Yuzan was relieved to see that Mizutani Nozomi was alright.

"Mizutani, why are you drinking alone here?" he walked over and sat down beside Mizutani Nozomi. She lifted her head, and her eyes, slightly narrowed, smiled sweetly upon seeing Haruka Yuzan:

"Hehe, Haruka, you came."

Mizutani Nozomi looked at him with a dazed gaze, her eyes hazy as she lifted her head.

"Mizutani, weren't you going to confront your husband? Why are you drinking here alone?" Haruka Yuzan asked with concern.

"Hehe."

Mizutani Nozomi lifted her head, her peach-blossom eyes revealing the captivating charm of drunkenness: "Confront, who can I confront? He doesn't care about me at all, how can I confront him."

After saying that, she even hiccuped from the alcohol.

"Is that so?"

Haruka Yuzan murmured to himself.

After some inquiry, he learned that Mizutani Nozomi had taken a leave of absence that afternoon to have a showdown with her husband.

Unexpectedly, though they had agreed on the time and place, the husband had something come up last minute and stood her up, leaving Mizutani Nozomi alone in the restaurant.

Damn moonlight substitute literature.

After hearing the whole story, Haruka Yuzan felt a pang in his stomach.

"He just doesn't care about this marriage; it's all been my wishful thinking," Mizutani Nozomi shook her head, her gentle face full of self-mockery.

"Maybe, he really had some urgent matters."

Haruka Yuzan couldn't bear to see the once sunny and generous Teacher Mizutani fall into negativity. He could only offer some comforting words, although they sounded a bit like self-deception.

How could one calmly deal with other matters when something as important as his wife wanting a divorce was at stake?

Something felt off.

"Haruka, let's not talk about it anymore, I'm really fine," Mizutani Nozomi slurred, and she reached for her cup to continue drinking.

Seeing this, Haruka Yuzan instinctively grabbed her delicate, boneless hand: "Mizutani, you can't drink anymore."

"Haruka, do you want to sing karaoke?"

Mizutani Nozomi got up and shakily sat down beside Haruka Yuzan, leaning her delicate body against him, her eyes hazy as she blew on his neck.

"Please, accompany me to sing karaoke. I haven't gone in so many years."

Haruka Yuzan felt somewhat helpless; why did she suddenly want to go sing? Indeed, drunken people were the hardest to deal with: "Alright, the entertainment district is just next door. We'll go sing in a bit."

"Yay!"

Mizutani Nozomi now resembled a little girl, her mature and sexy figure coupled with a charming and alluring face that was emitting a playful expression.

"Mizutani, have you eaten dinner yet?"

Haruka Yuzan glanced at the table full of empty bottles and couldn't help but ask with some curiosity.

"Nope, but I'm not feeling hungry, eh." Mizutani Nozomi shook her head.

"You've got to eat, or it could hurt your stomach."

Haruka Yuzan, feeling helpless, ordered another bowl of eel over rice and a soup, giving the soup to Mizutani Nozomi while he had the eel.

"Hehe, Haruka, you're such a nice person."

Mizutani Nozomi giggled foolishly, now completely lacking the strength in her body, her delicate frame leaning against Haruka Yuzan, a faint fragrance wafting around.

Feeling the softness against his arm, Haruka Yuzan subconsciously looked down, a hint of fair skin catching his eye, "Mizutani, are you okay?"

He quietly asked.

"Uh, no problem." Mizutani Nozomi's rosy lips slightly parted, and seeing this, Haruka Yuzan had no choice but to feed her.

"Haruka, hehe, you're such a nice person."

"Yeah yeah yeah, I know."

Haruka Yuzan felt somewhat helpless.

After the meal, the woman seemed utterly unconscious, and he thought about taking her home, but Mizutani Nozomi insisted on going to sing.

They arrived at the karaoke.

Suddenly, a virtual text appeared before Haruka Yuzan.

[Due to Mizutani Nozomi's actions, the route has been automatically selected for the player.]

[Route Two: Minotaur]

Xuan Long ascended a large rock, taken aback by the scene before him—sturdy, earthy mountains rising amidst a sea of rolling white clouds with rugged rocks and painted pines, a sight so ethereal, fantastical, dreamlike, and intoxicating. It was indeed like a mountain for immortals.

62. Ninety-nine peaks, with each peak boasting its own pavilion, the immortal mountains' exquisite buildings varying from elegant and beautiful to grand and imposing.

63. During the Tang Dynasty, the poet Li Bai, intoxicated with the exquisite scenery and wine at the best spot along the Jiajiang Green Clothes, visited the mountain to seek spiritual enlightenment and composed the timeless 'Song of Emei Mountain by Moonlight' while boating and enjoying the moon by the Pingqiang River.

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64. Upon reaching the mountaintop after entering the immortal mountain, Lin Xinyu saw the sect's treasured Chaos Spring Eye.

65. Mentor then retired to the Devil Immortal Mountain to live a life of serenity with plum wife and crane children.

66. Nine Peaks flew off the ground, hundreds of feet high like the Heavenly Mountain Immortal Mountain, adorned with jewel-like pavilions, which was a pity as they were so distant that one couldn't see clearly.

67. When Su Liang awoke once more, he found an old Taoist stroking his beard, his Taoist robe stirring without wind, the very image of immortal grace as he floated like a feather about to ascend, and solemnly asked, "Child, would you follow this poor Taoist to the immortal mountain to seek the Dao and inquire about eternal life?"

68. Tongtian Temple was a Guoku Temple under imperial protection, also known as Sanbao Jingang Temple, a pillar of Buddhism practice. Despite the abundance of temples, none could rival it. Filled with high monks, even the combined force of three great immortal mountains was still at a disadvantage.

69. At the very heart of the Gods and Demons Battlefield lay a mysterious place, an odd realm with cascading flower petals, lush grass, towering immortal mountains, and clear skies stretching for miles—an enchanting paradise with the flow of immortal essence and cascading colors.

70. Deep within the Hidden Immortal Mountain Range, there was a place called Guiyun Ridge with undulating, jutting peaks, bizarre rock formations, and continuous rolling hills.

71. In sight were vermillion balustrades and ornate buildings, magnificent and stately with exotic flowers and rare herbs, akin to immortal mountains' lofty pavilions, creating a separate world altogether. This was Jun Ruochen's grand ambition: to embrace the circular heavens, with clear skies for miles, resembling a beautiful immortal realm, where the essence of immortality flowed and colors abounded.

70. Deep within the Hidden Immortal Mountain Range, there was a place called Guiyun Ridge with undulating, jutting peaks, bizarre rock formations, and continuous rolling hills.

71. In sight were vermillion balustrades and ornate buildings, magnificent and stately with exotic flowers and rare herbs, akin to immortal mountains' lofty pavilions, creating a separate world altogether. Jun Ruochen's grand ambition was: to embrace the circular heavens.

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