The pure idol and landlady was completely unaware of what was happening inside. She could only hear Mifuyu Yukino's voice, which sounded somewhat strained, her breathing uneven as if she were in discomfort.
This innocent girl didn't think too deeply about it. "Are you alright? Miss Yukino, what's wrong?"
"Landlady? I—I'm not… ugh!!!"
"Miss Yukino!"
Flustered, Honami Mizuhara couldn't care about anything else and quickly opened the door. Then she froze on the spot, staring at the shocking sight in the doorway: the usually elegant and beautiful Miss Mifuyu Yukino was now having sex with a boy while moaning...
Honami Mizuhara was dumbfounded. She received a shocking impact.
"I-I'm sorry!!"
She slammed the door shut and rushed back to her room as fast as she could.
After scrambling back to her room, Honami Mizuhara finally lost her strength and sat down on the ground with a thud. However, the intertwined scene still lingered in her mind, the entangled bodies, and that huge...
It was over, she wouldn't be able to forget it even if she wanted to.
Night fell, and beneath the faint moonlight, Tosaka Fuyuka sat quietly under the cherry blossom tree, her heart in turmoil, unable to calm down for a long time. Even as the night grew later, she had no intention of leaving.
No matter what, Tosaka Fuyuka wanted to see Kazuma—to see the boy she loved deeply—and apologize to him in person. Otherwise, she would never find peace.
Her heart was filled with guilt. That communication card held immense meaning for them. As Kanna Hiiragi and the others had said, it was practically their marriage certificate. Yet she had lost something so important and had even forgotten everything about Kazuma.
How could something like this happen?
"Kazuma…"
Why hadn't he returned yet? Where had Kazuma gone?
Tosaka Fuyuka checked the time on her phone. "Where could he be at this hour?"
She couldn't wait any longer. As she thought about it, her eyes suddenly lit up. "Could it be there?"
She quickly stood up and hurried out of the school, making her way from Bunkyo Ward to Chiyoda. She remembered the apartment near her home. With Kazuma's personality and their original agreement, he would most likely have gone to see Miss Mifuyu Yukino.
Downstairs in the apartment building, Honami Mizuhara was taking out the trash when she happened to run into Oshima Kazuya, who had just returned from work. She waved with a smile. "Good evening, Kazuya-niichan. You're back late again today."
"Good evening, Honami," the twenty-seven or eight-year-old corporate slave Oshima Kazuya quickly waved his hand. "I had to work overtime today, it can't be helped."
He actually knew Honami Mizuhara's true identity. He had discovered it by accident once—this landlady was none other than the famous pure idol Aihara Suinami. Of course, her real name was Honami Mizuhara.
What's more, she was his favorite idol. Even now, he still couldn't believe that he lived in the same apartment as her.
"That sounds exhausting. Huh?" Honami Mizuhara noticed an unfamiliar girl approaching in a hurry. "Hello, is there something I can help you with?"
It was Tosaka Fuyuka, who had just arrived.
"Hello," Tosaka Fuyuka replied with a gentle smile. She had secretly come here several times before with Kazuma, so the place wasn't unfamiliar to her. Today, however, was her first proper visit. "I'm here to see someone. I'm looking for Miss Mifuyu Yukino."
"I see," Honami Mizuhara said, studying the girl. She looked younger, probably still a high school student, yet she was strikingly beautiful. Because Tosaka Fuyuka practiced kendo year-round, her appearance was gentle, but her bearing clearly set her apart from ordinary girls.
Oshima Kazuya also found his attention drawn to her. She gave off a completely different feeling from Honami Mizuhara. Still, if he had to say who was more captivating, he felt that a woman like Miss Mifuyu Yukino was even more alluring.
Having lived in the apartment for several months, Oshima Kazuya had seen the mature and charming Miss Yuki-Onna many times. Even someone like him, who usually only paid attention to idols, found himself attracted to her. That kind of sexy yet gentle woman, like a perfectly ripened peach, was irresistible to men.
She exuded a fatal charm.
In contrast, Honami Mizuhara, as a pure idol, felt somewhat ordinary. Oshima Kazuya, as her loyal fan, knew that thinking this way was almost a betrayal—but even so, he couldn't help himself.
It was a pity that even after living here for several months, his relationship with Mifuyu Yukino hadn't improved much. At most, they exchanged simple greetings whenever they met.
"Miss Yukino is in room 503," Honami Mizuhara said with a gentle smile.
"Thank you. Is there a boy in her room as well?"
"Eh? How did you know…?" The idol paused. Her calm and pretty face once again shifted through a series of subtle expressions, making her emotions easy to read. She was likely recalling the striking scene she had secretly witnessed earlier.
"Excuse me, are you two…?"
Honami Mizuhara wanted to continue, but Tosaka Fuyuka impatiently hurried upstairs, leaving Oshima Kazuya full of confusion. "Honami, what were you talking about just now? What boy?"
"It's Miss Yukino. She brought a boy back to the apartment," the idol explained hesitantly. "They seem… very close."
"Eh? Really? Miss Yukino actually…" During this entire time, Mifuyu Yukino had always lived alone and had never been seen with any man. Oshima Kazuya also knew that many men had pursued her, only to be coldly rejected in the end.
"It might just be a relative. I haven't heard anything about Miss Yukino having a boyfriend."
Honami Mizuhara frowned slightly and looked at Oshima Kazuya's forced smile. "Kazuya-kun seems quite captivated by Miss Yukino, but it's a pity. She already has a boyfriend. No… perhaps their relationship is even closer. They might even be married."
"Eh?! Th-that's impossible, isn't it? Married? Miss Yukino clearly lives alone…" He struggled to accept it.
"How could it be impossible? I saw it with my own eyes. So stop fantasizing. And besides, even if they aren't married, Miss Yukino wouldn't be interested in you."
At those words, Oshima Kazuya's expression dimmed noticeably. It was true—but when he thought of that elegant figure he admired so much, and imagined her already belonging to someone else…
He couldn't stop his heart from aching.
Standing beside him, Honami Mizuhara was also in low spirits. She had a good impression of Kazuya-kun, but who would have thought Miss Yukino's presence would completely capture his heart? In a way, she even felt grateful to that mysterious boy for bringing Kazuya back to reality.
Still… he was just a high school student, wasn't he? A little younger than her—more like a younger brother. Yet he was surprisingly… impressive. Far more exaggerated than anything she had seen in movies.
No, no. Why am I thinking about that again?
Standing in front of room 503, Tosaka Fuyuka took a deep breath before pressing the doorbell.
Ding-dong ——
Ding-dong ——
She pressed it several times without any response. A vein throbbed faintly on her forehead as she began knocking forcefully. "Miss Yukino, open the door! I know Kazuma is inside ——"
Inside the bedroom, the alluring woman was still holding Kazuma tightly. She was sitting on his lap with his cock inside her pussy and her legs wrapped around his waist. Hearing the knock, Mifuyu Yukino smiled knowingly. Not only did she ignore it, but she buried Kazuma's face in her boobs and gently stroked his hair with her fingers while moving her full ass up and down.
"Kazuma-kun, this isn't enough yet. The debt hasn't been fully paid, so you're not allowed to leave."
Mifuyu Yukino continued to press against him, insisting that this was still not enough. Kazuma let out a muffled moan, burying his face in her boobs, completely immobile. He licked the flesh of her boobs while his fingers dug into her soft ass.
Outside, the girl finally reached her limit. She wasn't usually impatient—but when it came to Kazuma, that was another matter. Tosaka Fuyuka stopped waiting and simply opened the door, stepping straight into the apartment. It wasn't the first time she had done so.
The entrance was empty, except for a few suspicious water stains in the corner. Two pairs of slippers lay tossed aside. Expressionless, Tosaka Fuyuka removed her shoes and stepped inside barefoot. The living room was equally chaotic—fruit scattered across the table, clothes strewn across the floor.
The tables and chairs were crooked, as though they had just endured a fierce battle.
By now, Tosaka Fuyuka could already hear the sounds. She walked toward the bedroom and saw the man and woman locked together. Her beloved Kazuma was held in the arms of another breathtakingly beautiful woman, their bodies moving in rhythm.
"Fuyuka…"
Kazuma had barely spoken when his words were swallowed. Mifuyu Yukino sealed his lips with her own, kissing him shamelessly right in front of Tosaka Fuyuka.
After a long, heated kiss, she finally pulled away, breathing heavily. "Kazuma, at a time like this, you shouldn't pay attention to anything else, okay? Ignore her. Let's continue… mm~"
She lifted her plump buttocks so that the head of his cock remained inside her pussy, then lowered them forcefully, the sound of the clapping flesh echoing in the room as her pussy swallowed his cock completely.
It was deliberate. Completely deliberate.
Not only Kazuma, but Tosaka Fuyuka understood it clearly. Mifuyu Yukino was intentionally being intimate in front of her. After all, Fuyuka and Kazuma had often shown their affection openly before, leaving Yukino grinding her teeth in irritation.
So now… this was her revenge?
Tosaka Fuyuka stood there, watching the two breathless figures. Strangely, jealousy barely stirred in her heart. Instead, excitement and a strange sense of joy filled her chest. She even stepped forward, approaching Kazuma's side.
Mifuyu Yukino: "???"
Tosaka Fuyuka offered her a faint smile, then looked away. Kneeling down, she gently wiped the sweat from Kazuma's forehead with a handkerchief.
"…"
"…"
Both of them fell silent.
Holding the Snow Woman's soft ass, he raised and lowered her on his cock and looked seriously at Fuyuka while enjoying the throbbing pleasure that flooded his cock.
"Fuyuka… you remember now?" Kazuma was the first to break the silence. If she had found this place, it meant her memories had returned.
"I'm sorry, Kazuma. If I hadn't accidentally left the marriage registration form behind, I wouldn't have forgotten you." Her voice trembled with guilt. "It's all my fault."
He had done so much for her, yet she had forgotten him. Her heart ached unbearably. Not to mention Miss Yukino—even if a dozen women surrounded him, she wouldn't feel jealous.
She looked seriously at Mifuyu Yukino and said earnestly, "Miss Yukino, please be gentle. Don't hurt him."
"…"
"…"
I'm not that fragile!!
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