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

"Arm, breath, gaze, power, technique, stability."

Haruka Yuzan stood straight, fixing his eyes ahead, bent his bow and nocked an arrow, adjusting his breath. It felt wonderful, though it was still his first time; the familiar touch from his muscles and soul seemed to tell him,

he had been invincible for quite a while!

Well... okay, mediocre archery skills and theory were not enough to take that step, everything was just a middle school boy's fantasy after all!

"Eh? That's a big bow and arrow, where did you get it from?"

Not until now did Misaki Saki, who had been lounging in a rocking chair, notice the boy posing there. She pulled down her frog-eye glasses revealing her bright eyes,

"Haruka, are you preparing to go to a comic exhibition? Practicing your pose in advance?"

No sooner had she spoken than "whoosh", an arrow sliced through the sky, embedding itself straight into a cherry tree not far away.

The tail of the arrow still quivering with residual force, and its head deeply lodged in the tree, impossible to extricate,

that intense power made Misaki Saki feel as if it reached into her heart like a boy on a night out, penetrating so deeply that her little self could hardly stand it.

"Wow! I didn't expect you to have this skill, Haruka!"

The little one rose from the wicker chair, her large frog-eye glasses slipping down to her chin, and her whole small figure exuded an indescribable astonishment,

"Meow."

Even the piece of roast meat she was holding involuntarily let out a meow.

"All those are nothing; I'm just used to keeping a low profile!"

Faced with the youngster's flattery, Haruka Yuzan gladly accepted all of it.

Even if he had only recently remembered he had such a skill.

Chiba Shimizu also put down the book in her hand; at this short distance, it was actually impossible to tell how exquisite Haruka's skills really were.

However, whether it was the boy's outstanding appearance adding extra points or not, he always managed to give people a feeling of effortless skill and composure.

Watching the figure bending his bow and nocking another arrow from afar, Chiba Shimizu narrowed her eyes slightly, her clear eyes shimmering with subtle curiosity.

Was it an illusion? Or was he truly talented?

But whether Haruka was skilled or not, in this villa, besides the little one nearby, there was only one other person who knew…

"Let's have some watermelon!"

The gentle voice came over, as Reiko Onodera carried a plate of sliced watermelon slowly emerging from the villa.

Possibly due to the intense heat, the tank top worn by madam was soaked with sweat stains, revealing a large expanse of snowy skin, and those shapely long legs full of curves made Haruka's eyes light up.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Sure, let's have watermelon!"

The first to snap out of it was none other than the little one, who jumped out of the wicker chair and ran to madam's side.

Looking up with a cute face, she acted all cuddly and sweet, "Sister Reiko, I want a slice!"

"No!" She paused, as if she remembered something, Misaki Saki immediately changed her tune, and her little hand drawing in the air stretched out two fingers,

"No! I want three slices of watermelon!!!"

"Alright, alright, you eat one slice first, and then I'll get you more."

The little girl in front of her, despite being the oldest in the villa apart from herself, always gave Reiko Onodera the feeling she was looking at her own daughter.

Gazing at that joyful, cute little face, Reiko Onodera chose two slices of watermelon from the plate and handed them to the girl.

"Eat up, and I'll cut some more later."

"Okay! Thank you, Sister Reiko." One in her left hand, one in her right, Misaki Saki seemed very happy.

Her young, innocent face always wore a smile, but the frailty of her small body often involuntarily evoked feelings of compassion and concern.

The Spice Girl following madam appeared a bit startled as she glanced at the boy, forgetting to chew on the watermelon in her mouth,

Her slightly tanned skin glowed healthily under the sunlight.

Those bright, expressive eyes held a tinge of curiosity—did this guy know how to shoot a bow and arrow?

Looking back, she found the boy walking towards them, and instinctively turned her head away.

"Sister Reiko, your timing is perfect, this weather is just too hot!" Haruka Yuzan came over, laughing as he spoke.

A beautiful woman dressed in cool attire carrying a plate of chilled watermelon out in the hottest part of the day, was just like a summer goddess.

"Eat up, and if it's not enough, I'll cut some more."

Madam placed the plate on the small coffee table, selecting slices of watermelon for Haruka and Shimizu, her exquisite face adorned with a gentle, tender smile.

"Thank you, Sister Reiko."

Chiba Shimizu took the watermelon, thanking her politely, the graceful and reserved young lady seeming to have fully adapted to life here.

The afternoon sun, the shaded garden, the clear poolside, and being surrounded by people she liked and who liked her... well, except for Haruka Yuzan...

The time felt unbelievably pleasant and relaxing, four girls and a boy... plus a cat, sitting on the small balcony, watching the rustling cherry blossoms nearby, the tender petals gently falling by the pond,

It was beautiful, blissful, full of hopeful color in life.

"By the way, Hoshina, are you going to work at the coffee shop in the future?" Misaki Saki, from nowhere, dragged over a small stool, grinning as she sat beside madam,