Chapter 6: Chapter 6 Drip-drop of Water (Please follow)
"Hmm... Mr. Haruka, how do you feel about this pressure?"
The bedroom light was rather dim, radiating a warm, soft glow suitable for sleep as night approached. Haruka didn't want to turn on harsh lighting, so this level was just perfect.
Haruka sat on the bed relaxedly, with his wife kneeling behind him. Her slender hands left the top of the towel and gently pressed down on his shoulders.
The slight movements of her arms caused the towel wrapped around her chest to sway along.
The towel was too short to cover everything, an utterly shameful state of affairs.
However, since Haruka Yuzan was facing away, he was unable to appreciate such a beautiful scene.
His wife had to kneel behind him to massage his well-grown, tall frame. Despite the softness of the double bed, the plush beauty of her legs beneath the towel turned red from the pressure.
"Hmm... such pressure is very good, Sister Reiko, you're working hard."
Haruka Yuzan's eyes slightly narrowed, savoring the ministrations of his wife. Her fingers, pressing through the thin fabric over pressure points, sent pleasing sensations up his shoulders. Amplified by the "buff" of the towel-clad wife, his entire being—body and spirit—felt delightful.
The soft and boneless hands almost made Haruka emit some odd sounds.
Don't get the wrong idea; it just felt incredibly relieving.
Long-term physical training had made Haruka Yuzan's shoulder muscles particularly dense and firm. This... was quite a challenge for Mrs. Onodera.
Giving Haruka Yuzan a massage was definitely a test of strength. Although the window was ajar, the outside was calm. It was supposed to be a windy season, but after a gust had passed, it seemed to have died down completely.
Her delicate face flushed with a light tint, and droplets of sweat formed on her slender neck, slowly following the contours of her elegant collarbones into the towel, leaving faint damp trails that eventually disappeared.
Her hands pressed down firmly, breathing starting to quicken. It was genuinely exhausting.
And Haruka Yuzan felt amazingly comfortable all over.
The unblocked flow in his body gradually relaxed, and he unknowingly began to lean back, only snapping upright upon feeling his body touch something.
"Then, Sister Reiko, sorry about that, your technique was so good I leaned back without realizing."
Haruka Yuzan quickly said, maintaining his pure and mature public image; he couldn't let his first tenant think he was weird.
But this guy had completely forgotten that he had caressed his wife's body earlier that afternoon.
Reiko Onodera's face reddened even more, her eyes seemingly filled with a deep, rippling resentment. The young landlord was nice in every way, but was he a bit too lecherous?
"Should, should I lie down, and you can massage me?"
"Eh, okay." Haruka Yuzan obediently got up and lay down properly, stealing a glance at his wife behind him. Her mature and alluring body dazzled his eyes.
Such bright lights.
Even with the soft lighting in the bedroom, why did it seem so bright?
Unable to figure it out, he simply stopped thinking about it.
Honestly lying on the bed, he prepared to enjoy his wife's skills.
Reiko Onodera got off the bed, stood in front of it, bent down, and started the massage.
But Mrs. Onodera was too mature.
The towel which was not short in itself, seemed inadequate against her tantalizing, mature figure, which occupied so much space at the upper body and hips that the towel's fabric seemed strained.
Barely covering the rear, her full thighs pressed together, amplifying the palatable sensation, a delight no man could resist.
Reiko blushed, this situation was beyond her expectation, yet she couldn't say much more. It wouldn't do to change positions again.
Too much changing might bother the young landlord.
The big man lying down felt his entire back relax as he sensed the profound male aura from the hands on his back. This was Mrs. Onodera's first time touching such a robust and healthy male body, especially one that was ten years her junior...
The door wasn't fully closed, and Roast Meat, the cat, squatted at the doorway. Its bean-sized eyes gazed through the gap at this scene.
The small cat faced a huge shock — why was his human being stroked by someone else??
That was supposed to be a privilege only for a cat, right? Without even a single hair on his human's body, could it feel good?
The pudgy face could only express shock and disbelief.
After a while, Haruka Yuzan stood up from the bed, stretching widely before immediately lying flat again.
Now enjoying an indescribable sense of comfort, he just wanted to lie there quietly. This time, even if an earthquake occurred, he didn't want to get up.
Well, to be exact, apart from a certain place, everything else felt rather nice.
Reiko Onodera also wiped the sweat from her face, her dark hair sticking to her forehead. The blush hadn't subsided yet, displaying the allure of a widow at that moment.
The bath she just took might as well have been for nothing, as she now sweated profusely again.
Glancing at the young man sprawled on the bed,
"Let's call it a night, Mr. Haruka. I'm going back to sleep," she said quickly, not waiting for a response before she hurriedly walked away.
Opening the door, she found Roast Meat standing at the doorway with big eyes full of admiration and respect for Onodera?
Watching her leave, Roast Meat slowly entered the room, first glancing at the person on the bed, then at the height of the bed. Remembering the afternoon's incident, it meowed twice and moved towards its little hammock.
Chapter 7: Chapter 6 Dripping Sound (Seeking Follow-up Reads)_2
Sleeping really is the most comfortable.
When Haruka Yuzan woke up again, it was already the middle of the night,
the room was pitch-black, and he had fallen asleep on the bed in just his boxer shorts. Glancing at the time, it was just approaching midnight.
Somehow, he felt unusually tired today?
Getting up, he went to the toilet to relieve himself, and after stepping out, he felt an intense dryness in his throat,
There was no water in the bedroom, so he had to go to the study on the second floor to get a drink.
He always used that place as storage, after all, reading didn't necessarily require a study.
On his way to the study, Haruka Yuzan had to pass by Reiko Onodera's bedroom.
At this time, the lady must have been asleep, right?
The door wasn't closed tightly; there was a small crack left open. Thinking of helping the lady close it...
Just as he was thinking of helping the lady properly close the door, he suddenly heard some strange sounds.
Haruka Yuzan hurriedly looked over, swearing that he only did so out of concern for the lady's safety!
Moonlight filtered through the gap in the window, illuminating the inside. He couldn't make out anything else, but he could see a shadow on the bed.
The beautiful woman lay on the bed, bathed in the sacred moonlight, her mature and sexy body appearing like a goddess of the mortal world, somewhat shimmering.
To the sound of enchanting music, an alluring scene before him, Haruka Yuzan hurriedly stood up, gasping for breath heavily.
His heart pounded wildly.
Could he watch this without paying?
How could the careless madam not close the door?
Taking a deep breath, he chose not to disturb Mrs. Onodera but instead slowed his footsteps even more, heading towards the study for water.
"Glug, glug." After gulping down a couple of mouthfuls, Haruka Yuzan felt as if he had been reborn.
Only, the scene he had just witnessed in the bedroom remained etched in his mind, impossible to shake off.
Shaking his head, he forced himself to calm down. Haruka Yuzan walked out of the study and paused for a moment as he passed by the lady's door again.
But it was that pause... and the door opened...
Reiko Onodera was wearing a very loose nightgown, similar to what pregnant women in the countryside might wear in the summer—loose and sagging around the neckline. A slight bend revealed everything.
Her forehead was adorned with strands of jet-black hair, her cheeks still flushed, and the snow-white skin of her neck and the deep blue of her shirt were damp with sweat, like a country lady returning home after toiling outside.
The lady in such a state at this late hour was simply...tempting.
"Good, good evening... Mr. Haruka..."
Upon seeing Haruka Yuzan, Reiko Onodera was startled, flashing a forced, awkward yet polite smile, lowering her gaze with an air of guilt,
It was then she realized she hadn't closed the door, or rather, back in the countryside, she was used to simply locking the main door and never the bedroom door.
She had no idea how long the little landlord had been there, or what he might have seen...
Haruka Yuzan was quick to react, diverting his gaze from her paleness, and laughed it off,
"Sister Reiko is still up so late."
"Yeah... I was thirsty, there's no water in my room, I was going to go downstairs for a drink..." Reiko's voice was weak, as if she had something on her conscience.
"What a coincidence, I've just had a drink too, no need to go downstairs, there's water in the study." Haruka Yuzan said with a smile, then kindly pointed her in the direction, "Look, the room at the end of the hallway is the study, there's water there."
"Okay, thank you, Mr. Haruka, you should go back to bed soon."
She said hurriedly, then walked off, head bowed.
Indeed, she needed to rehydrate...
Watching that flustered, graceful figure hurry away, Haruka Yuzan shook his head and turned back to his room.
He needed to hurry up and find the third tenant, or else, a single young man and woman living together...
The boy, seventeen or eighteen, was in the throes of adolescence, full of vigor, and inquisitive about the origins of all life,
while the beautiful matron was at an age where she needed a sense of security the most.
It really could lead to some trouble...
After a sleepless night,
as the sun gradually climbed into the sky, the once dark curtain slowly turned pale blue. The morning light graced it, adding a soft, warm hue to the sky, so peaceful, so leisurely.
In the moment just before the alarm went off, a large hand quickly turned it off; a person could wake up, but absolutely must not be startled awake by the noise inside their head.
You've got to preserve the tranquility of the morning, Mr. Haruka!
Yawning, Haruka Yuzan opened the curtains, letting sunlight flood through the window. Roast Meat, the cat lounging on the hammock, meowed discontentedly, its face squished into layers of folds; it was still sleeping soundly today.
Mr. Haruka, quite pleased with the fat cat's sleep quality, knew that as long as it could sleep until it naturally awoke, he would earn another thousand yen for the day.
Suddenly, he felt tragic; others who traversed dimensions had Golden Fingers, kissing girlfriends and holding hands, they could easily make ten million yen.
Himself, diligently looking after this lazy cat every day, could only make a measly three thousand yen, which roughly converted to 150 yuan!
So sad!
That guy's name also contained 'Haruka'!
Same name, different fate!
Shaking his head to dispel these thoughts, he went to the bathroom to freshen up. Afterward, Mr. Haruka changed clothes, admired himself in the full-length mirror for a bit—still looking sharp today.
Opening the door, he found Mrs. Onodera was also up; she looked surprised to see him,
"Good morning, Sister Reiko."
Hearing the young man greet her, Mrs. Onodera recovered and ran her fingers through the hair by her ear, showing a gentle smile,
"Good morning, are you going for a run, Mr. Haruka?"
Observing the boy's attire, Reiko Onodera couldn't help but wonder,
Dressed in a black tracksuit, with a tall and sturdy build and a handsome appearance, Haruka Yuzan looked energetic.
"Yes, you can't just squander the days, even when you're young."
Mr. Haruka gave a hearty laugh, the sunny disposition unique to high schoolers brightened even further.
A young man like him, out there, could certainly set off a mad scramble among affluent women.
Reiko Onodera's heart skipped a beat, as if recalling yesterday's events, and her expression tensed again,
"I'm about to start preparing breakfast, and it should be ready by the time you get back from your run."
"Thank you, Sister Reiko, that's very kind of you."
Sometimes, having a woman in the house is quite nice, especially one like this caring big sister, much more appealing than those temperamental young ladies the same age as him.
Living with a young lady, you never know if you're taking care of her or if she's taking care of you...
But Mrs. Onodera knew better, getting up early and thinking of making breakfast for him, such a serene and melodious life...
Stepping out of the villa,
the freshness of early spring morning made every breath visible as a faint puff of white vapor rising.
Stomping his feet, the echoes "thud thud" resounded through the chilled air,
a breeze skimmed across his face as it passed beneath the cherry blossom trees lining the road, bringing a chill that was strangely exhilarating.
A beautiful day was beginning right now.
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