"Ginjo-san, would you be able to spare a bit of time for the water polo club this week?"

Lisa Shiraishi finally pried her lips away from her cheeseburger long enough to throw that curveball at me.

I blinked, processing her words like a Windows 98 loading screen.

Wait, what day was my date with Mochizuki Haruka again…? Right—Saturday.

"Maybe Sunday," I replied cautiously. "But… I know literally nothing about water polo. Like, do the balls float? Are there actual horses involved? What am I even supposed to do?"

"First of all, you can boost the team's morale," she said with a perfectly straight face.

"…So, basically, you want me to stand there and look pretty. Wow, Shiraishi-senpai, your exploitation of my God-given looks is really something," I said, dramatically clutching my nonexistent pearls.

She didn't even flinch—just gave me one of those cool, unreadable smiles that made her seem like she was ten steps ahead in some mysterious chess game.

"And secondly," she continued, "I'd like you to help the team with swimming techniques. I've heard you're quite the swimmer, Ginjo-san."

Now hold on. I never told anyone I was a swimmer.

Ah… right. That weird rumor. People saw "Hokkaido" on my student profile and just assumed I could swim like a dolphin or something. It's not wrong—I can swim—but the way rumors mutate into gospel truth around here is terrifying.

"Doesn't the water polo club have a coach or something?" I asked.

Shiraishi-senpai shook her head, eyes softening a little.

"No. The club only exists because I pushed hard for it. The school made it clear that aside from the training grounds, there would be zero support."

"…So you're just watching YouTube videos and winging it?"

She nodded, clearly exasperated. "Basically."

Damn. She's doing all this with no backup and still managing to look that composed. My respect for her ticked up a notch.

"Well…" I scratched my cheek. "I guess it's not like I've got anything else to do Sunday. Sure, I'll come by. What time?"

Her eyes sparkled immediately, like a little girl who just got her hands on the last limited-edition magical girl gacha figurine.

"Nine in the morning, at the school's outdoor pool. Thank you, Ginjo-san."

Tch. She pulled out the big smile.

I totally didn't say yes because I want to see her dripping wet in a school swimsuit.

Not at all. I'm a man of principles.

… Okay, maybe like 30% swimsuit curiosity.

After dinner, I walked her to the station. The night air had calmed down, leaving behind a cool breeze that swept through the empty streets.

The station broadcast echoed, announcing her train's approach.

She gave me a polite little nod and turned toward the platform, her neat, elegant posture never faltering.

The train screeched to a halt. The doors hissed open.

Then, suddenly—

She stopped and turned around.

Her eyes locked on mine, gleaming like twin moons. Her lips curved upward in a smile that was way too mischievous for a student council president.

A tram passed between us like a scene out of some indie anime. She said something—but her voice was lost in the noise. All I saw were her lips moving in slow motion.

And then—she was gone. Like a mysterious heroine disappearing from a dream.

…

...

By the time I got home, the rain was long gone. The sky was clearer than it had been in days, the moon peeking shyly from behind the clouds.

I showered and collapsed on my bed, limbs splayed out like a dried squid on a hot plate.

Mmm… this moment. Peak bliss.

After last night's… activities, I'd recovered surprisingly well.

Anyway.

I hadn't checked my system rewards since yesterday. Time to open that sweet, system.

[System Booting…]

[Target: Shiraishi Lisa]

[Favorability: +5]

[Reward: 5000 yen]

[Current Favorability: 75]

[Target: Matsumoto Tomoko]

[Favorability: +10]

[Reward: 10000 yen]

[Current Favorability: 100]

[Favorability: MAXED – Daily Fixed Reward Activated for: Matsumoto Tomoko]

[5000 yen daily output secured.]

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Oh…?

My landlord now gives a daily payout just by being in love with me?

Wife passive income acquired. Is this what rich streamers feel like?

Come to think of it… last night was kind of crazy. I may have unlocked the legendary "Satisfaction S-Rank Ending."

Guess I'll have to thank her again soon. Thoroughly.

I turned off the system and queued up some late-night anime. Something wholesome to balance the degeneracy of my real life.

Ten minutes later, I was out cold.

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The next morning.

Birds chirped. Sunlight trickled through the curtains like melted gold. Everything felt warm and alive.

I yawned, got dressed, and headed out into the yard.

There she was—Tomoko Matsumoto, my beautiful, reliable landlady-slash-wife-in-all-but-name, sweeping fallen leaves with her usual quiet dignity.

"Morning, Tomoko."

She turned, smiled… and blushed. That same cute flush that always painted her cheeks whenever our eyes met after ahem "quality bonding time."

"Good morning, Sousuke-kun…"

Her voice was soft, gentle.

I swear, she's like an angel from a forgotten era of traditional Japan—except with massive oppai that would make even a gravure model envious.

"Go back inside, Sousuke. I've already made breakfast."

"Roger that, ma'am."

As I followed her, I couldn't help but notice that her hips looked… rounder?

Was it just me, or did last night's "fertilization effort" somehow unlock a new evolutionary stage?

Post-rain soil really does become more fertile, I mused internally, smirking to myself.

Seated at the table, I took a sip of the steaming miso soup and gave her a cheeky grin.

"Tomoko, how did you sleep the night before last? I nearly overslept after that late-night cardio…"

"Z-Z-Zousuke-kun…"

There it was again—the Peach Mode face. Fully ripened, ready to pick. She covered her mouth shyly and looked away.

"I can't believe… after so many times… I still get flustered like this…"

Ahh. Peak gap moe. She's all elegance on the outside, but inside she's a shy, melting mess. It's unfair how much I like that.

Even after everything we've done, she still clings to this wifely purity—and it drives me absolutely insane in the best way.

"Hahaha, it's your fault, Tomoko. You wore that lingerie like you were trying to awaken something in me."

"S-Sousuke-kun… you promised you wouldn't talk about that…"

"Okay, okay. I'll behave."

She pouted a little, but there was a sparkle in her eye. Victory: secured.

As I devoured my breakfast, I remembered it was Friday. Just one more day of lectures and I'd be free.

Fridays are sacred to students and salarymen alike.

Because beyond them… lies the promised land—the weekend.

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