The man and woman, their breathing slightly hurried, and the huge difference in their heights as they stood one in front of the other, made them particularly conspicuous in the hallway at one in the morning.
Fortunately, this brief outdoor encounter lasted less than a minute before the two appeared inside Mrs. Miyashun's home.
As soon as Harumizu entered the genkan, he stepped into water and heard the continuous sound of water gushing out.
Mrs. Miyashun, on the other hand, lowered her head in embarrassment in front of him, intending to lead Harumizu towards the bathroom.
Harumizu was already very familiar with the layout of these houses, and he couldn't help but marvel at how designers in such small spaces utilized every inch.
Maximizing resource utilization within the smallest possible space.
Harumizu followed behind Mrs. Miyashun, and after passing through the even narrower washroom, Mrs. Miyashun pointed to the closed bathroom door in front of them and said:
"I'm so sorry, Harumizu-san, it's right here."
Still bowing, still apologetic, Mrs. Miyashun then opened the bathroom door.
The bathroom pipe was already spraying water, and at the moment the door opened, a stream of water hit both of them.
"Ah!"
Out of a natural physical reaction, Mrs. Miyashun stepped back, causing a brief physical entanglement between the two in the already cramped space.
Fortunately, Harumizu caught Mrs. Miyashun from behind, preventing her from falling.
Realizing she had made another blunder, Mrs. Miyashun's cheeks flushed, and she quickly straightened herself, repeatedly apologizing to Harumizu.
"I'm sorry, Harumizu-san, I'm truly sorry. I was in such a hurry that I forgot about this. I'm so sorry."
Mrs. Miyashun almost instinctively took down a dry towel from the washroom to wipe Harumizu.
Harumizu looked helplessly at the lovely woman in front of him. Was this the enthusiasm of a Japanese wife?
Looking down at the woman who was almost pressed against his chest, Harumizu sighed helplessly: "No need to apologize, Mrs. Miyashun, have you forgotten what I'm here for?"
Just as Harumizu finished speaking, he seemed to anticipate her next move.
Harumizu stopped talking and instead firmly gripped Mrs. Miyashun's shoulders to prevent her from bowing again.
He slowly and gentlemanly switched their positions.
The only sounds in the room were the continuous spray from the burst pipe and Harumizu's words: "Madam, you go change your clothes first. I can handle this here."
Looking at the scene in the bathroom, Harumizu shook his head helplessly, thinking:
"This isn't a burst pipe at all. The showerhead just fell off, and she broke the shower switch in a panic, didn't she?"
Looking at the scattered showerhead and shower switch in the bathroom, Harumizu could even imagine the exact circumstances of what happened.
system prompt
side quest: Save Mrs. Miyashun
Mrs. Miyashun feels a long-lost care and warmth, and her favorability towards the Host has increased by 1. The Host is encouraged to continue his efforts, open Mrs. Miyashun's heart, and save this woman who is about to fall into an abyss.
Miya Harukiko Favorability: 25/100
"Ah? This works too?"
Harumizu really hadn't expected that the quest he received would finally be updated, and under such a dramatic pipe-fixing scenario, no less.
Actually, after experiencing those few things just now, Harumizu had somewhat forgotten the content of this side quest.
He only remembered something about saving a wife and opening her heart.
But what was unexpected was that the quest was triggered again, and the favorability had already reached 25. This progress is a bit fast!
"If I'm not mistaken, Fukada Yua's favorability is less than 15, right?"
It was precisely because of this frustrating system that Harumizu realized that favorability could not only increase but also decrease!
"I heard that if you open a young wife's heart, you can unlock her Victoria's Secret. Is that true or false?"
Harumizu looked at the 25 favorability on the system panel, while thinking about how far a 25 favorability would develop their relationship, and while squatting in the washroom by the bathroom door.
"If I remember correctly, it should be here, right?"
Relying on his vast memories from his previous life, Harumizu felt that fixing a pipe at a neighbor's house should be well within his capabilities.
Although in his 'study materials' it was usually a kitchen leak, the principle remained the same; there should be a main valve beneath the washroom.
Opening the cabinet door below, Harumizu reached his hand inside.
To be honest, his 190 cm height and robust physique made operating in this cramped space quite difficult.
But fortunately, the 'study materials' weren't watched in vain, the water wasn't endured for nothing, and the night wasn't stayed up for nothing.
Harumizu's rough hands precisely located the main valve.
One turn, two turns, three turns... With Harumizu's actions, both clearly felt the water spraying in the bathroom diminish.
Finally, even the constantly swaying shower hose lay limply in the bathroom, much like the calm appearance of people after pleasure.
It no longer looked as arrogant as it did a few minutes ago, but quietly hung in the bathroom, occasionally dripping two residual water droplets.
The bathroom, which had been constantly seeping water, also returned to its usual calm.
Harumizu turned around and found Mrs. Miyashun standing behind him, wiping her already wet hair.
The figure-hugging nightgown had not been removed and was still clinging to Mrs. Miyashun's body.
"What is this woman doing? Didn't I tell her to change clothes?"
She leaned forward to look into the bathroom, saw the shower hose lying calmly in the bathroom and no longer spraying water, and first let out a sigh of relief.
Then she immediately spoke:
"I really don't know how to thank you, Harumizu-san. Just a few days ago, I made an unreasonable request to you, and today I'm disturbing your rest again. I truly don't know how to thank you."
A bowing wife, a half-squatting strong man.
The two once again formed an extremely strange posture in this cramped space, causing Harumizu to momentarily not know whether to look at her or not.
If he stared at Mrs. Miyashun at this moment!
Was it respecting her,
or disrespecting her?
But as a good young man who had received nine years of compulsory education, helping others was ingrained in Harumizu's DNA.
"Mrs. Miyashun, you absolutely don't need to be like this. As your landlord, bah! As your homeowner, it is our duty to ensure the safety and integrity of the basic facilities in the house! You can rest assured about disturbing us for this."
"No matter if it's one in the morning or seven in the morning in the future, you don't have to worry about my time at all."
Mrs. Miyashun first froze upon hearing the word "landlord," then the blush that had faded quickly rose from behind her ears to her cheeks.
And the moment she looked up, she saw Fujiwara Shunsui staring intently at her.
Clearly, Harumizu had made his choice between respect and disrespect.
"Listen to your heart."
But it was strange, Shunsui-kun's gaze was not as aggressive as other men's; instead, it revealed a sincerity, just looking into her eyes.
However, that was not the case.
Harumizu noticed Mrs. Miyashun looking up, and quickly shifted his gaze to her eyes, redirecting his sight.
As a seasoned 'workhorse', he knew: "Sincerity is always the ultimate move."
This was a "forced conclusion" he had reached after countless times trying to win over goddesses in his previous life.
Of course, the prerequisite is that you must have a good-looking face, a full wallet, or a rich background.
Possessing one of these, your sincerity will seem precious.
Otherwise, it will be like the broken showerhead just now, eventually destined for the trash can.
Looking at the instantly "flushed" Mrs. Miyashun, he stood up, briefly washed his hands, and declared: "It's done! You can deal with the water stains in the house yourself. It's late, so I'll head back early!"