"Jun-chan, watch my three-pointer."
After slurping down her noodles, Asu Mei pulled out a tissue to wipe her mouth, then tossed it with force.
She missed.
It landed next to the trash can.
This meant Hoshino Jun had to bend down to pick up the tissue and throw it in the trash on his way to the kitchen to put away the dishes.
"Your leg won't go lame just because you walk to throw away trash," Hoshino Jun said, his tone slightly displeased.
She was almost thirty, yet she still acted like a child, messing around all day.
Asu Mei pouted, looking away.
But the more she did this, the more Hoshino Jun watched her closely.
Asu Mei was a woman who absolutely could not be spoiled; if he indulged her this time, she would do it again next time.
"Oh, I get it, stop staring at me, it's annoying!"
The morning sunlight streamed into the living room, softly illuminating Asu Mei's pink lips as she grumbled, breathlessly, about Hoshino Jun being unfilial.
Hoshino Jun watched Asu Mei pout in anger, a dimple appearing at the corner of her lips, and a smile unconsciously bloated in his eyes.
He raised his hand and gently stroked Asu Mei's soft hair, saying softly:
"Hmm, good girl."
"Hmm?"
Asu Mei was mortified and swatted Hoshino Jun's hand away: "You brat, what are you doing? Are you the adult or am I the adult?"
"You are, you are," Hoshino Jun's voice was faint, like an adult humoring a child.
In contrast, it made Asu Mei seem even more like a child, which annoyed Asu Mei even more.
In her anger, she lifted and bent her leg, her black silken leg under her black professional skirt curling inward, her smooth calf curve exceptionally graceful.
Hoshino Jun was stunned for a moment, and before he understood what she wanted to do, her long leg had already kicked out, landing squarely on Hoshino Jun's thigh.
[Ding!]
[Detected a slight attack from Asu Mei!]
[Choose not to pursue, and you will receive a C-level emotional debt.]
Huh?
Didn't it say it wouldn't trigger unless there was malice?
[According to brainwave analysis, this attack was malicious. Asu Mei wanted the host to feel pain.]
He hadn't expected Asu Mei to want Hoshino Jun to feel pain; she was truly vicious.
But even so, Hoshino Jun unhesitatingly chose not to pursue her transgression.
He looked at the panel that appeared above Asu Mei's head.
[Name: Asu Mei]
[Stamina: 5]
[Intelligence: 6]
[Charm: 9]
[Occupation: Supermarket Manager]
[Affection: She currently owes you one C-level emotional debt. Please urge her to complete payment as soon as possible.]
[Payment method:]
[Money: 1,000,000 yen]
[Food: One full year's worth of loving bento boxes]
[Affection: Warm belly with stocking-clad feet (three minutes)]
Money and food were out of the question; Asu Mei didn't have that much money, and her cooking wasn't very good.
So, Hoshino Jun very decisively seized upon what Asu Mei could use to repay her debt.
Her taut, black-stockinged foot was held in Hoshino Jun's palm, the flesh-toned skin visible through it was very soft, indescribably alluring.
"Hmm?"
Clearly, Asu Mei hadn't expected Hoshino Jun to grab her foot: "Jun-chan, what are you doing?"
"I'm warning you, I'm your elder."
"Only I can hit you, you're not allowed to hit me."
"Help! There's a domestic abuser in Room 404!"
Seeing Hoshino Jun's expression clearly amiss, Asu Mei thought he was angry and about to hit her, so she tried to pull her foot back forcefully.
But Hoshino Jun held it tightly.
Her movements were wide, and the black panties covered by her pantyhose under her skirt flashed for a moment.
They weren't the thong she wore to sleep.
It seemed she just wore them to match when she was resting.
The slight worry Hoshino Jun had felt earlier completely vanished, and he gently pulled Asu Mei's small foot closer.
Asu Mei was scared, squinting her eyes timidly and pleading in an affected voice: "Jun-chan, Asu Mei was wrong, please let Asu Mei go, okay?"
While saying kind words, she was cursing inwardly, *Asu Mei has her pride, you know!*
*If Jun-chan dares to hit Asu Mei today, Asu Mei won't talk to you for at least a week.*
*Don't you dare lay a hand on me, you brat!*
"Asu Mei, your foot is a bit cold, let me warm it for you."
Hoshino Jun lifted his white shirt and gently placed Asu Mei's black-stockinged foot on his stomach, then held her tightly, not allowing her to escape.
Through the thin fabric, his abdominal muscles clearly felt the temperature of Asu Mei's sole, which wasn't cold at all.
It was just an excuse to make his actions seem less perverted.
A gentle breeze blew, the leaves outside the window rustled, and the handsome young man in the sunlight bowed his head, his eyes gentle.
If he weren't holding a foot in his arms, he could probably be described as warm and refined, but now he seemed a little…
Hentai!!!
As her sole touched Hoshino Jun's abdominal muscles, Asu Mei's fair face flushed crimson, like the evening glow.
His abdominal muscles rose and fell with his breathing, like a massage device working on her sole.
Asu Mei's breathing became somewhat rapid, and a few beads of sweat appeared on her fair forehead. She spoke haltingly:
"Jun-Jun-chan, Asu Mei has to go to work, please let Asu Mei go first."
As Hoshino Jun ignored her, the atmosphere in the house gradually became eerily quiet.
Hoshino Jun lowered his eyelids, silently counting the time. His stomach was filled with a jade-like smoothness, and a faint, subtle fragrance drifted into his nostrils—the unique charm of a mature woman.
"Jun-chan… stop messing around." Asu Mei murmured, biting her pink lip slightly, her body curled up on the sofa.
Her heart was pounding now. Enduring the shame, she forced herself to sit up and forcefully pulled her foot back.
[Ding!]
[Collection complete.]
[Payment of 100,000 yen has been made to "Hoshino Jun's" private account through official channels.]
The three minutes passed quickly, and Hoshino Jun also heard the system's prompt the moment Asu Mei retracted her foot.
"Asu Mei really has to go to work, be a good boy."
Asu Mei stood up, trying to act as if nothing had happened, and ruffled Hoshino Jun's hair.
Although they usually had many affectionate gestures, Asu Mei couldn't handle Hoshino Jun's first proactive move.
Hoshino Jun couldn't guess her thoughts, so he nodded and said, "Don't work too hard. There's no need for so much overtime."
The atmosphere between them returned to normal, as if nothing had just happened.
Asu Mei chuckled, "I know, I'll definitely be back early, but Asu Mei still has to do overtime if it means making money."
"I'll have to trouble Jun-chan to eat dinner alone today. Asu Mei will probably be working overtime until around seven tonight."
After speaking, Asu Mei gracefully stepped over Hoshino Jun and darted to the entrance to put on her high heels.
"Bang!"
The door closed, and Asu Mei quickened her pace, running out of the apartment building as if escaping.
She mumbled to herself: "That brat, how did he get so bold today, daring to tease this old lady?"
"Considering it's a first offense, I'll forgive him this time. Next time, I won't go easy on him."
Recalling the muscular texture she had felt on her sole just now, Asu Mei's face flushed with shame again.
That perverted Jun-chan, using the excuse of warming Asu Mei's feet for that stunt. Does he really think Asu Mei, who's been single for nearly thirty years, doesn't understand anything?
He's really grown up.
In the hallway, Hoshino Jun watched Asu Mei's figure leave, his own thoughts in mind.
He only had 200,000 yen now, not even Asu Mei's monthly salary. Using this amount to convince her not to work overtime was clearly not going to work.
Moreover, Asu Mei would definitely thoroughly investigate the source of Hoshino Jun's money.
He needed to find a suitable proof of income and then earn a bit more.
He would set a small goal first.
Find a job suitable for concealing his income, then earn three million yen.
Then, he would take the three million yen to Asu Mei, throw all the money at her, and tell her not to work overtime anymore.
Just as Hoshino Jun was fantasizing about the future, the door to Room 403 next door opened.
"Jo, remember to get along well with Jun from now on, understand?"
Mrs. Takayanagi's voice was as charming as ever. She hadn't gone to work at this hour, so it seemed she was on the late shift today.