Tokyo landlord: why is the panties of the lady next door in my house?!-Chapter 589 - 404

Nakajima Aoi pulled a washcloth from an alley and gently placed it on Mizutani Nozomi's face before using her gentle fingers to start pressing on her shoulders.

After settling Mizutani Nozomi, Haruka Yuzan sighed with relief.

"So... Boss, shall we start the massage?" Imamura Yuuri said with some anticipation as she approached him, not expecting to encounter a handsome guy after working overtime today.

Her luck was really incredible!

"Um, just massage randomly."

To be honest, after a whole night of activity, Haruka Yuzan was a bit tired too. He went to another room, sprawled haphazardly on the big bed, without any concern for his appearance.

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Imamura Yuuri flashed a slight smile, and slowly approached Haruka Yuzan, removing her shoes. Her bare feet stepped onto the bed, and as she knelt by the side, her voluptuous legs appeared partly hidden.

They wore kimonos for work, which were very distinctive, akin to ancient geishas, respectfully serving the lords.

The suite turned somewhat quiet, with Imamura Yuuri's hands moving like nimble sprites, softly dancing over Haruka's shoulders.

Every press seemed to carry a warm current, slowly infiltrating deep into the muscles, driving away fatigue and tension.

Gradually, Haruka Yuzan closed his eyes, feeling comfortable and content.

Time trickled by, and Imamura Yuuri softly called out to the lightly sleeping Haruka, "Boss, we are going to start the oil massage now～"

"Uh?" Haruka Yuzan opened his eyes groggily, and saw a pair of dazzling "lights."

Perhaps due to the heat in the room, or maybe because of the vigorous massage movements, Imamura Yuuri's kimono had somehow slipped down, revealing half a delicate shoulder and a swath of snow-white skin.

Underneath, without a mask, was something like a wrap binding her chest, dazzlingly visible, a shape that would catch one's eyes if looked upon.

"Um, continue."

Haruka glanced briefly and then looked away, though he didn't consider himself a saint, he still needed to maintain some decorum with strangers.

Imamura Yuuri noticed his glance and, as a twenty-year-old woman, her cheeks reddened unconsciously, and the kimono on her slipped a bit more.

More of the hidden view beneath became clearly visible.

Haruka's eyebrows raised slightly, in the soft lighting, he seemed to spot cherries, tender and juicy, wondering what they would taste like.

"Oil massage, does Mizutani sis want it?"

"I want it, Boss."

Imamura Yuuri blushed shyly, the typical demureness of island country women exhibited fully, and her kimono had almost slipped down to her lower arms.

Haruka glanced again, and when he got up, his arm couldn't help but touch that startlingly smooth sensation, bringing a wave of heat.

"Boss～"

Imamura Yuuri's eyes shimmered like rippling spring water, but Haruka pretended not to see and stood up to go to another suite, where Nakajima Aoi was still massaging Mizutani Nozomi.

They were all professionally trained, and even though it was now past three in the morning, they were still dutiful.

"Boss." Nakajima Aoi whispered upon seeing Haruka.

"Um, I'll check on Mizutani sis."

Seeing that the teacher was still soundly asleep, Haruka then said to Nakajima Aoi, "Mizutani sis doesn't need the oil, just press a bit more, then you can rest."

Mizutani Nozomi was now unconscious, and Haruka brought her bag and phone back to his own room.

Haruka lay back on the bed, "For the oil massage, I need to undress, right?" he asked curiously.

"Yes, boss, I'll help you undress."

Imamura Yuuri's eyes appeared a bit fervent, as she reached out to help him take off his jacket, and then fetched the oil and disposable underwear from a small box.

"Boss, please change your clothes."

"Sure."

Yang Wan didn't refuse, and quickly changed into blue briefs.

For a moment, the young technician's face turned even redder.

He lay on the bed, the essential oil heated, wafting fragrance throughout.

Imamura Yuuri gently poured the warm essential oil into her palm, then her hands, slick with the oil's moisture, delicately made contact with the skin.

Pressing deeply, it was like exploring the secrets deep within the earth, precisely easing every tight knot.

Haruka Yuzan turned over, his chest puffed up, revealing his Tokyo Chicken Roll, Imamura Yuuri bit her lip, her gaze dazed as her hands that were massaging his abs slowly moved downward.

Haruka Yuzan watched all this and chose not to stop it.

Tonight, he was to sleep with Mizutani Nozomi. If he didn't take the opportunity now, it would be too torturous.

Seeing no resistance from him, delight flickered in Imamura Yuuri's eyes. Then, with a tear, the thin disposable cloth easily ripped into shreds.

She adjusted the hair beside her ear and stood up, bending over, lowering her head as noble as a swan.

Her presence was like a light cloud veiling the moon, like a breeze turning back the snow, from afar she shone like the sun rising amid the rosy dawn; up close, she burned like a lotus emerging from clear ripples.

A fairy's figure, unparalleled and unique, as if descended from the Turquoise Pool to the mortal dust.

Lin Ran was stunned. Were there others?

Just as he prepared to hide his presence and observe from the shadows, the laughing fairy noticed him.

The laughter abruptly stopped. The fairies whispered among themselves, occasionally glancing toward Lin Ran, their innocent, watery eyes filled with a hint of fascination.

But Lin Ran was certain.

This was not the look of lovers, but more like... a delicious meal?

"Master, something is off with them," the voice of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner echoed in his mind.

Lin Ran narrowed his eyes, "Can you defeat them?"

"Master, I will protect you, even if it means self-destructing."

"Let's observe for now." Outnumbered and unsure of their strength.

According to the Stability Scripture, if there is a possibility to avoid conflict, that is certainly the best solution.

Lin Ran's fingers already touched the sword gourd at his waist. In case things turned awry, he would instantly use the Escape Technique to flee, as the pressure from these beings was immense.

Even when facing Fu Kaining and his ilk, he had never been so cautious.

At that moment, it seemed the fairies had come to a decision.

A fairy in a purple celestial robe came forward, her waist slim, her tender body like a willow by the river, invoking an urge to dominate.

Lin Ran bit his tongue tip, and his eyes cleared.

Seeing his reaction, the fairy smiled seductively, "I presume you are the new steward of the Immortal Peach Orchard?"

The steward?

Lin Ran was taken aback.

The fairies opposite him were undoubtedly profoundly powerful!

For some reason, even though the fairies were beautiful, Lin Ran felt a chill down his spine when their eyes were on him, a sense of eerie foreboding.