Miko opened the door in confusion. Outside stood a man in a suit.
Wearing sunglasses in the middle of the night.
"Crap, is this some kind of pervert…?"
Instinctively Miko tried to slam the door, but she quickly spotted a silver lining.
There probably weren't many ordinary people left who could beat her—against civilians, she was looking at a nineteen-to-one advantage.
One punch and the other guy would owe her nine lives.
"Madam, this is your delivery. Please sign; you can check the code in the app."
The man in black bowed sharply and respectfully produced a lockbox and a receipt.
"I only ordered this… and it's already here?"
Miko checked the time—barely half an hour since she'd tapped 'buy'.
She'd assumed she'd be waiting days.
She signed, cradled the box, and walked into the living room.
It was heavy; she tapped it and realised even her strength would have to work to pry it open.
At the very least it would shrug off a simple bomb.
Following the code in the app, she popped the lid. Inside the black foam sat a small red velvet jewellery case.
Nestled within were two exquisite sapphire studs.
"Amazing…"
"Miko, get to bed early—we're viewing the new house tomorrow."
'Got it!'
Miko felt a flutter of anticipation.
After all, it was a luxury flat in Shibuya Ward.
Thinking it might become her and Lord Akuto's new home, a sweet shyness warmed her heart, "Sis, sis! Wake up! Time to go!"
Miko pried her eyes open and saw it was only five-thirty.
She grabbed her pillow to punish Kyosuke, but he'd already bolted downstairs.
"Sigh… my beautiful weekend…"
She dragged herself out of bed; half an hour later the family stepped outside.
Akuto's McLaren P1 wasn't built for family trips—just two seats—so public transport it was.
An hour later they arrived in Shibuya Ward.
"Is this it? Wow!"
Kyosuke craned his neck at the sky-scraping tower, every inch of it dripping sci-fi vibes.
Touko led the two children into the lobby, where opulent European décor made the vast hall feel like a cosy living room.
Two smartly suited women approached with professional smiles: "Good morning. You must be Mrs. Yotsuya.'
Touko was stunned—how did they recognise her on her very first visit?
"I'm your concierge; please call me Aika"'
"Any problem you encounter in daily life, we can solve. Mrs. Yotsuya, this way."
As Aika guided them she explained: 'The building offers a communal pool, gym, children's playground, and day-care."
"We also provide 24-hour chef service—chefs can cook in your home or deliver finished meals."
"Housekeeping, chauffeurs—everything's available."
"Of course, you're free to hire your own staff if you prefer."
They entered a spacious lift; Aika swiped her staff card and pressed 12.
"For privacy, going up requires ID verification—keeps unwanted visitors out."
"If you have guests, just call and we'll arrange everything, including pick-up and drop-off."
From the moment they'd entered, the family had been overwhelmed by the hospitality.
They followed Aika like puppets.
She never batted an eye, every gesture warm and familiar.
Ding.
The lift opened straight into the genkan. Beyond it stretched traditional wood décor bathed in sunlight, all warm tones.
The entrance was wide enough for three or four people to change shoes side by side.
They stepped into a huge circular living room: cream sofa, fluffy beige rug beneath, delicate coffee table above.
Turn from the sofa and you look straight over Shibuya CBD.
"Whoa!!"
Kyosuke, still a kid, pressed his face to the glass in the forest of towers and streaming traffic.
"This unit is 260 sqm: two halls, four bedrooms, one kitchen. Ahead is our media room, also for leisure…"
Aika rattled on patiently.
Touko was already dumbstruck.
She'd expected to spend the day cleaning, unpacking, maybe even remodelling.
Instead—nothing.
The place was spotless.
The décors are ingenious, every detail perfect.
It was move-in ready—just add bedsheets.
Miko dashed to her own room.
The instant she crossed the threshold she gasped.
The room was white-on-white, the ceiling a starry sky; even the lights were flower-shaped, blending into the plaster.
Centre-piece: a two-metre round bed that looked cloud-soft.
At its foot lay an oversized circular rug in pale grey.
Scattered across it were fluffy cushions and plush toys.
But what stunned her was the headboard wall: carved into hollow clouds with hidden LED strips.
Switch on and it felt like drifting among them.
The bedside tables seemed built from warm white stone, each topped with a small hydroponic plant.
Outside, a single huge curtain billowed beside a floor-to-ceiling window.
Beside the window lounged a soft bean-bag chair.
Opposite stood a desk.
The whole room fused nature and sky—princess-level luxury.
And it was almost as big as the living room of their old house.
Not to be outdone, Touko and Kyosuke both squealed from their rooms.
Miko peeked in—each was gorgeous in its own way.
The family felt almost unworthy, as if they'd sneaked into a palace.
"Mom, is this really going to be our home"'
"Can I live here? Is this room mine?"
Kyosuke tugged Touko's sleeve; though phrased as questions, the boy had already decided.
If Touko said no now he'd drop to the floor and howl.
"Well…"
Touko flushed; how could this house be theirs?
It belonged to Akuto—they were only guests.
Kyosuke knew who really held veto power and scampered to Miko, "Big brother, can I have that room?"
"Big brother!" Seeing Akuto silent, he poured it on," You're the coolest, handsomest brother in the world!"
"All my classmates envy me!"
"So can I have it?'
He batted his huge eyes at Miko.
"That's the shortest treasure map I've ever seen."
Miko and Touko stared, speechless.
Inside the seal, Akuto's lips curved in a smile he hadn't noticed.
"Kid, choose—do you want a big brother or big sister?"
He teased, enjoying Miko's discomfort.
'"Um…"
Kyosuke agonised, glanced back at his room. Then, face set, declared. "Big brother!"
As always, Yotsuya Kyosuke delivered.
"Good answer, kid. Room's yours."
"Hooray!"
Too busy celebrating to notice Miko's darkening face, Kyosuke darted inside—only for the door to shut behind him as Miko stalked in.
"W-what are you doing?!"
"Hungry! Feed me!"