The story begins with an eight-foot-tall lady surrounded by ghost story ladies.

Matsushita Ayano spoke first, her voice as gentle as ever, carrying the familiarity and warmth unique to a landlady.

"Isn't this the same lady from yesterday... Miss Jinguji?"

"Miss Jinguji must have something important to tell you, coming to see Fanyu so early in the morning, right?"

"We've finished talking," Jinguji Rin said.

"Oh dear, that's unfortunate." Matsushita Ayano carried the casserole and continued upstairs.

"I just made some pork broth, and thinking that Fan Yu-kun lives alone, he probably doesn't get to eat a hot breakfast, so I brought a pot of it up."

The landlady walked at a leisurely pace, the hem of her cotton loungewear swaying gently with each step.

The fabric flows along the curves of the body, outlining the soft transition between the waist and hips with each step.

The curves are understated, yet subtly remind onlookers that this body is in the prime of a woman's life.

Every undulation has been polished by time, possessing a roundness and charm that young girls can hardly match.

When he walked up to Jinguji Rin.

Matsushita Ayano paused for a moment, then tilted her head slightly as if she had suddenly remembered something.

"Oh, right, Miss Jinguji, I haven't had a chance to thank you for yesterday yet."

"thank?"

"Yes, yesterday afternoon, thanks to the people Ms. Jinguji brought, they helped me check the electrical circuits of the entire apartment building."

Ayano Matsushita's smile held a hint of ambiguity, just enough for the other person to understand.

"Although no problems were found in the end, I felt much more at ease."

"After all, I'm a woman living here alone. Although I have Fan Yujun with me on weekdays, he's always busy. If something happens to the electricity one day, I really don't know what I'll do."

Check the circuit.

Rin Jinguji's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

The people she brought yesterday were there to put Natsume Fanyu into a cement barrel and sink it in Tokyo Bay.

It has nothing to do with circuits.

Ayano Matsushita is lying.

Moreover, it's the kind of lie where you know the other person knows you're lying, but you still laugh and say it out loud.

I'm not trying to lie to you, I just want to tell you...

I know what happened yesterday, but I don't intend to pursue it; I've even given you a way out.

Whether you take this opportunity or not is your business.

But I handed it over.

This is a method that only mature women would use.

Young women only ask questions because they want to win.

Mature women offer a way out because they want to take the initiative.

"No need," Jinguji Rin said.

The voice was still cold, but it had a slightly more subtle stiffness than before.

Because she could tell too.

I understood what Matsushita Ayano was really saying behind her "thank you"...

I know exactly how you barged in yesterday.

I saw how you walked out of here today.

But I've given you face, so you should know your limits.

"Then I won't bother Miss Jinguji any longer."

After speaking, Matsushita Ayano looked past Jinguji Rin's shoulder and into the room.

The morning light pierced through the gap in the curtains, landing squarely on the faint red teeth marks around Natsume Fanyu's collarbone.

The mark still had a slight sheen, and under the light, it shimmered with a color that was somewhere between ambiguity and evidence.

Tooth...tooth mark!?

Why is there a teeth mark on Fan Yujun's collarbone?!

Could it be Miss Jinguji...?

Because the landlady could not see and was unaware of the existence of the Eight-Foot Lady.

Therefore, after seeing that tooth mark...

Matsushita Ayano instantly mistook the teeth marks for those left by Jinguji Rin.

In an instant, the entire set of reasoning she had just completed on the stairs was pulled out and laid out before her eyes.

Then it was crushed over one by one by these teeth marks.

While it's true that no woman would wear clothes that take twenty minutes to undo and another twenty minutes to put back on to meet a man.

But this tooth mark could be made without taking off clothes.

It can be done without foreplay.

As the saying goes, "The most dangerous thing is to fill in the blanks with your own imagination!"

This phrase perfectly describes the landlady's current state.

Matsushita Ayano froze on the spot, her breathing becoming somewhat disordered.

She spent three years verifying her conclusion—Fan Yujun's self-control is unmatched by any other man...

This conclusion is being single-handedly pushed to the dock by this ring of teeth marks.

And standing in the plaintiff's seat was herself.

Having unparalleled self-control doesn't mean you'll never break it under any circumstances.

That doesn't mean you can remain unmoved when a yakuza heiress in her early twenties stares at you with that cold and direct gaze.

At this moment, Matsushita Ayano suddenly realized something.

For three years, she tried every means she thought she could use, but she couldn't break Fan Yujun's composure.

It's not that she wasn't good enough, but that her methods were too soft.

She always left him room to maneuver, always giving him a space to back down.

But Rin Jinguji is different.

This yakuza heiress has never given anyone any leeway since she was a child.

Her method is to simply push open the door, walk directly to you, and extend her hand.

If you step back, she will take another step forward.

If you back down again, she'll just take another step forward.

Until you have nowhere left to retreat, then take a bite.

"If only I could have been like her sooner, or even more proactive..."

"Has Fan Yu already been...?"

This thought emerged from a corner of Matsushita Ayano's heart, like a seed that had been buried for three years finally breaking through the soil.

Just as the landlady's thought had just formed in her mind, before she could even come to her senses...

Natsume Fanyu made a quick decision.

Immediately unleash one of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, "The Six Treasures of the Immortal Thief".

The teeth marks on the collarbone instantly disappeared.

When Matsushita Ayano came to her senses, she was instantly stunned.

She stared at Natsume Fanyu's collarbone and blinked.

There was nothing there—no teeth marks, no red marks, nothing that could prove what had just happened.

Could it be... that she just saw things wrong?

I saw the landlady's expression change from shock and regret to self-doubt.

Natsume Fanyu breathed a long sigh of relief.

Fortunately.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough.

Fortunately, he understood the landlady's expression the moment her gaze lingered on her collarbone.

That expression that goes from doubt to confirmation, to collapse to reconstruction, and then to something more dangerous starting to burn.

If it had been a second later, that idea would have completed its entire growth process from seed to tree in the landlady's mind.

Then she will probably cross the threshold that she couldn't cross in three years, right in front of Jinguji Rin and Lady Yasha.

By then, even ten Pure Heart Mantras wouldn't be enough to suppress it.

fortunately.

Natsume Fanyu couldn't help but let out another long sigh of relief.

However, at that moment...

Suddenly, the voice of the eight-foot-tall lady rang in his mind.