KSBJ-423 The widow landlady came in soaked to the bone. As I was about to lose my mind looking at her see-through blouse, she sweetly smiled and said, ‘Is it okay if you look?’

The widowed landlord of my boarding house, whose husband has passed away, cares about me, a college student.Before I knew it, I started to be attracted to her, who even served me home-cooked meals even though I was too busy to eat a proper meal.One night when it was pouring, the soaking wet landlord came to my room to take shelter from the rain.My landlord whispers to me, “Is it okay if I look at you?” as I tell myself, “I shouldn’t look at it,” as my bare skin shows through my blouse.With those words as a trigger, the distance between the two slowly but surely approaches zero.