Tokyo landlord: why is the panties of the lady next door in my house?!-Chapter 405 - 247: The Otome is Bathing, and the Spice Girl is Outside the Door_2
"No!"
Almost instantly, Otome Yumeko went cold, her previously delighted expression turning icy as she glanced at the diminutive person beside her, her brows knitting together in indescribable indifference.
"I can do it myself here, there’s no need for anyone else’s help."
Though she spoke politely, there was a chill in her tone that made one feel repelled from miles away, sending shivers down the spine.
Within the villa, she could concede on other matters, but anything to do with Haruka had to be exclusively hers!!
No one else was acceptable!! That was Miss Otome’s bottom line!
"Misaki, since there’s someone who wants to do more, let her,"
At this moment, Chiba Shimizu, who had been leisurely reading on the couch, spoke up unhurriedly, seemingly unaffected by this sudden turn of events.
It even amazed Arisugawa Hoshina, a presence easily overlooked, how difficult this new tenant, Haruka’s fiancée, appeared to be...
She could speak amicably on the surface, but in just a few hours there had been two awkward moments already. It felt as though there was a rule or a treaty constraining the young lady; otherwise, Hoshina believed Yumeko would prefer not to utter a single unnecessary word.
Moreover, Shimizu’s relationship with Otome Yumeko didn’t seem as terrible as Misaki had described... It seemed like both parties understood each other quite well...
If one were to form an alliance, perhaps Shimizu wouldn’t be the first choice, rather, little Misaki seemed a more fitting candidate...
"Well, alright then ε=(´ο｀*))) Sigh, if you need my help, remember to tell me, okay!"
Misaki Saki acted as if she were deeply disappointed, as though, for not having been able to help, she had become completely downcast.
If Yuzan Haruka were here, he would have mercilessly pierced through the little guy’s pretense. Disappointment? The slothful little person was probably glad to have less work to do.
After all, how much laundry could that tiny figure possibly dry?
And could you bear to watch an undeveloped little dwarf stretch on tiptoe struggling to hang the clothes?
Of course, one could lower the clothes rack, but while that might make things easier for the little one, it would also be inconvenient for oneself... a loss outweighing the gain.
So, all of this was within the calculations of the great Misaki!! This frail and pitiable act was a performance for Otome to see!
Ahahaha!!
Though outwardly disheartened, deep inside she was already celebrating her shrewd intelligence! \\(^o^)/~
"Yeah, I’ll let you know if there’s anything."
Miss Otome now focused her full attention on the shirt in front of her, completely ignoring the little one beside her. After dismissing the matter nonchalantly, the young lady also slowly closed her eyes, her nose twitching as if sensing something.
Even though there was only the scent of detergent, the thought of it being Haruka’s worn clothes brought an involuntary blush to her fair cheeks.
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"It’s this feeling, this scent... Haruka, it’s like I can sense Haruka..."
"Hm? What scent?"
Misaki Saki, who had planned to leave, also took a sniff, but unlike the young lady, her focus wasn’t on the garment but on the lady herself.
Before the little one’s eyes, Otome Yumeko was holding the half-dry white shirt, eyes tightly shut, face flushed with excitement, her entire being quivering with exhilaration!!
The almost morbid display made Misaki Saki unconsciously take a step back.
Two words involuntarily appeared in her mind: Yandere!!!
Everyone thinks a yandere is charming, but when one truly appears close by, Saki felt a subconscious fear. Oh no, if Yumeko finds out about her relationship with Haruka, wouldn’t she turn vengeful?
No, that’s wrong; it’s Haruka she would lash out at, right? If Saki remembered correctly, in the finale of "School Days," except for Brother Cheng, no one else faced danger.
Well... at least there shouldn’t be a decapitation...
But after a brief moment of fear, Misaki Saki’s eyes gleamed with excitement!! The little one, too, was agitated!!
This was a yandere!! An exceedingly rare specimen, and even rarer for one so beautiful and of ladylike stature!!
To have such hardcore material right beside her and not use it for creation would be a waste fit for scolding!! Waste is shameful!!
Could it be that fate itself wanted me to leave a thick splash of legend in the manga world?!
That people would respectfully address me as "Misaki the great teacher!"
The beautiful widow forced to work away from home due to family hardships, the estranged girl who ran away from home due to familial conflicts, the simple Spice Girl who dropped out of school early because of her parents, and then there’s me, the dual-natured Little She-Devil who can be both cute and sharp!!
A perfect source of inspiration indeed!!
For a pure love war god, it’s like having all the elements that could explode with potential!!!
"What are those two doing?"
As Haruka Yuzan watched the two people indulging themselves on the balcony, Arisugawa Hoshina couldn’t help but fall into deep thought. Could it be... Misaki was also an unreliable teammate?
Or had the two of them found a common frequency in their brainwaves?
Everything that happened today felt so strange....
"Don’t bother with them, just focus on doing your own thing."
Chiba Shimizu said, seeming to have adopted a detached outlook.
"Hm? Why do I feel like you’re also acting oddly today, Shimizu...."
Arisugawa Hoshina tilted her head and asked with a hint of curiosity.
"You might feel that way if you read more books."
Chiba Shimizu replied, while also revealing the title of the book he’d been hiding... "Brief History of Time."
Looking at the thick pages, Arisugawa Hoshina waved her hands dismissively, "Forget it, I’m not cut out for studying."
She hadn’t read it, but just from the title, she knew it must be one of those books filled with philosophy and life’s big lessons.
For the Spice Girl, life was already tough enough, why bother with listening to all the lofty words that supposedly uplift the self? It would be like having nothing better to do after a full meal.
The Spice Girl’s long time grappling at the bottom of society had given her a clear perspective.
Chiba Shimizu didn’t press the issue, but after a moment of silence, surprisingly took the initiative to ask, "Hoshina, what kind of person do you think Haruka is?"
"Eh? Haruka?"
Arisugawa Hoshina was taken aback as the sunlight streamed through the glass, bathing the girl in a holy radiance...
The courtyard was filled with the sound of birds and fragrant flowers.
On the balcony, Otome Mizuko was leisurely hanging Haruka Yuzan’s clothes, her delicate manner as if she was handling Haruka Yuzan himself, full of tenderness.
Next to her, Misaki Saki stood frozen in place, her eyes wide open, not wanting to miss any detail of the young mistress’s movements, memorizing everything in her little brains’ memory, to incorporate it later into her own work.
The two on the sofa chatted sporadically, but the kitchen was still bustling and animated.
The lunch was very enjoyable.
Under the influence of the atmosphere setter, Misaki, everyone seemed to be in a good mood, at least outwardly...
Uncertain whether Miss Otome had waited too long for this day or if she was intentionally showing off in front of Chiba Shimizu, she kept making sweet little gestures with Haruka during the meal.
Chiba Shimizu showed no reaction, continuing to eat quietly, while the Spice Girl next to him seemed to have a slightly smaller appetite today??
There was a pouty look directed at Haruka as the little glances became unnaturally constrained... Continue reading at novelbuddy
Lunch ended quickly.
Otome Yumeko, as usual, went to take a bath after lunch. She wanted to invite Haruka Yuzan to join her, but with so many eyes on them... he painfully declined, although unsure of what sort of image he had left, he still thought about saving some face...
And so, Miss Otome went into the bathroom alone with a towel, and as the sound of flowing water filled the space, the other ladies busied themselves with their own tasks.
Only the Spice Girl stayed where she was.....
