Tokyo landlord: why is the panties of the lady next door in my house?!-Chapter 547 - 362: A Duet of Mrs. and Kazumi Misaki!

I'm tired.

Arisugawa Hoshina sighed, picked up her backpack, and headed towards the second floor.

The villa was quiet.

Cicadas interwove a requiem beneath the night's shroud.

The lone figure of the little delinquent appeared desolate, frail; the night breeze from the window made a corner of her dress flutter in the air.

Afternoon.

After work.

Her sister's call extinguished the last hope within Arisugawa Hoshina.

Their mother had ultimately succumbed to exhaustion and was hospitalized.

She didn't tell anyone else, only informed Sister Reiko that she'd be having dinner with her mother and sister tonight.

By the time she arrived at the hospital, although her mother had awakened, her sister's visibly swollen eyes brought a sting to her nose.

But, the little delinquent didn't cry.

The doctor said her mother's heart rate failure was due to overexertion; she must rest for a while. Though not grave, she couldn't continue to overwork for the next few months.

After handling her mother's discharge procedures and cooking her a meal in their rental home, it was already late.

Only then, after ensuring her mother was all right, did Arisugawa Hoshina return to the villa.

Originally, she didn't want to come back.

But Ishihara Yoshiko, no matter what, disagreed and kept stalling.

Left with no choice, Arisugawa Hoshina had to come back.

On the second floor, the light in the corridor was dim, and from the crack in the door to the bedroom right across from the staircase, a sliver of light shone.

"Haruka Yuzan is still awake?" Arisugawa Hoshina murmured curiously. In the past, she would have gone in to see what Haruka Yuzan was doing.

But the situation with her mother left the little delinquent feeling weary.

After her murmur, she walked into her own bedroom.

On the other side.

Haruka Yuzan lay on the Simmons bed, in front of him, a female imp was working hard with her head down.

Misaki Saki's mouth was very small, and although filled to the brim, it barely managed to reach three inches above—the head, to be precise.

However, the advantage of the female imp was more obvious than that of a mature woman.

Her innocent, criminally cute face was smeared with cake cream, then she showed a ruined expression.

Sticking out her little tongue, mouth agape, saliva dripping...

"Shh!" Haruka Yuzan couldn't help but inhale sharply at this view of Misaki Saki.

But soon, the tender, boneless fingers on his head diverted his attention.

"Is this pressure alright? Mr. Haruka?" came a soft voice from behind. Reiko Onodera murmured sweetly.

Madam was wearing a little tank top, with plump, fair thighs pressed together; Haruka Yuzan lay atop, enjoying madam's massage service.

Relaxation for the head and relaxation for the head.

A man has two heads, each now served by a different person.

"Sister Reiko, you're too kind," Haruka Yuzan said, as he stroked Misaki Saki's little head and climbed onto madam's hand on his back.

Feeling his touch, Reiko Onodera couldn't help but shiver.

A blush of embarrassment spread from her cheeks to the tips of her ears, and her peach-blossom eyes were filled with affection, shimmering like ripples on serene waters.

The moon was deep in the sky.

Shy clouds pulled across, veiling the hazy moonlight.

......

The next day.

Early morning.

A light rain had fallen in the latter part of the night; the morning dew hung heavily on the tender leaves, glimmering with a luminous sheen.

With every jogger that passed by, it trembled slightly, as if it might slip off at any moment.

Haruka Yuzan adjusted his breathing, jogging along the path that led out of the community.

However.

Whereas he used to be alone, today there was another figure accompanying him.

"Yumeko, what made you want to join me for a run?"

While resting at the pavilion, Haruka Yuzan was curious.

This morning, at six.

The young lady suddenly came to his door, wanting to run with him.

Haruka Yuzan didn't get a chance to refuse because Otome Yumeko was already dressed in a sporty outfit.

He lifted his head to look at the sporty girl beside him.

A white short-sleeved top hugged her full and youthful chest, and she wore a pair of dark blue sports shorts which not only outlined her beautiful curves but also accentuated her fair legs even more.

Sport, youth, vitality.

Her black hair was tied into a ponytail, and her fair cheeks were adorned with two lovely spots of red.

"Yumeko, didn't you claim you wouldn't waste a drop of sweat on meaningless things?"

Looking down at him from her height, Otome Yumeko gave him a cold glance, "Someone told me if you like someone, you should spend more time with them, no matter what you're doing."

The companionship of the young lady was a bit too much for Haruka Yuzan to handle. He not only had to turn off his automatic scanning but also had to constantly be mindful of his lady's mood.

"Who was that person?"

He asked quietly.

Whichever famous person said that, Haruka Yuzan swore that from today on, he would never read any of their books again, protesting in his heart!

"What's the matter?"

Otome Yumeko's lips curved slightly, "Are you going to thank her?"

Xuan Long climbed onto a large rock and was stunned by the scenery before him. Mud-yellow mountains soared through the ethereal sea of white clouds, with strange rocks jutting out and pine trees adorning the peaks. It was truly like a scene from a fairy tale, a dream, intoxicating—indeed, it was like the mountains of the immortals.

62. Ninety-nine peaks rose up, each one adorned with pavilions and terraces. Elegant and magnificent, the immortal mountain's jade palaces were too numerous to count.

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63. In the Tang Dynasty, the poet immortal Li Bai, intoxicated by the exquisite beauty of Jiajiang Green Clothes and fine wine, sought the immortal mountain. He drifted on a boat under the moon and composed the timeless "Song of Emei Mountain by Moonlight" on the banks of the Pingqiang River.

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64. Upon reaching the mountaintop after entering the immortal mountain, Lin Xinyu saw the sacred treasure of his sect, the Chaos Spring Eye.

65. The master would thereafter retreat to Devil Immortal Mountain to live a life of plum blossoms and crane-keeping.

66. Nine peaks flew from the earth, towering hundreds of feet high, like Heavenly Mountain Immortal Mountain, dotted with jade palaces, but sadly so distant they were indistinct.

67. When Su Liang awoke once more, there was an old Taoist before him, gently stroking his beard. His Taoist robe fluttered without wind, exuding an air of ethereal immortality. With authority, he asked, "Child, would you follow this poor Daoist to seek the truth of immortality on that celestial mountain?"

68. Tongtian Temple was the Guoku Temple, also known as Sanbao Jingang Temple. It stood as a pillar among Buddhist monasteries, and though there were many temples in the world, none could match it. The temple was clouded with high monks, and even the combined strength of the three great celestial mountains was still at a disadvantage.

69. At the deepest part of the Gods and Demons Battlefield was a mysterious place; a bizarre land with a shower of blossoms, lush grasses, towering immortal mountains, and clear skies for thousands of miles. It was like a beautiful fairyland, with immortal energy flowing and colors spilling everywhere.

70. Deep within the Hidden Immortal Mountain Range lay a place called Guiyun Ridge. Here, the mountains rose and fell in succession, with strange peaks, rugged rocks, and an undulating landscape that stood out strikingly.

71. One could see vermilion railings and painted eaves, grandiose and splendid among the strange flowers and exotic grasses. It was like a celestial jade palace, a realm unto its own. Jun Ruochen's grand ambition was to traverse the starry heavens.