Tokyo: Starting with the Shrine Maiden

Yukihime gazed at him with her clear and gentle eyes.

The tone conveyed an indescribable attachment.

She thought the night would be easy to get through, but she didn't expect it to be so difficult.

Haruhiko struggled to lift his head and met her gaze.

A few seconds later, those soft red lips were already pressed against hers.

Yukihime wrapped one arm around Haruhiko and pressed his head down with the other.

The kisses became more intense and passionate with each thrust.

a long time.

Haruhiko breathed in the fresh air again.

"To take a bath."

Yukihime's slightly flushed face revealed a hint of dissatisfaction as she said, "You smell like several women."

Before Haruhiko could answer, she took his hand and led him to the bathroom.

Yuki turned on the hot water, and after the bathtub was half full, she reached out her finger to touch it.

The temperature is suitable.

Yuki nodded and said, "I'll go get my pajamas."

Haruhiko breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her leave.

Yukihime was clearly a little jealous.

He took off his clothes and lay down in the bathtub.

Although he had just experienced a bit of danger, he was now quite looking forward to what was to come.

My feelings were like those of a young, undeveloped horse being forced to drive a luxury car – a feeling of trepidation.

Not long after, Yukihime, wrapped in a bath towel, walked in.

Soon, a soft bath sponge, accompanied by white foam, washed Haruhiko from head to toe.

"I've prepared a big meal for you tonight."

Yukihime gently wiped the water droplets off her beautiful feet with a towel.

Haruhiko subconsciously swallowed.

He acknowledged Yuki's culinary skills.

He was thinking about what to eat for dinner, trying to distract himself.

"Okay."

Yukihime threw away the towel and put on her kimono pajamas.

She turned around and saw Haruhiko's dazed expression, and couldn't help but smile.

"come over."

Yuki beckoned with her finger.

Haruhiko stepped forward and tasted the fresh jelly.

Soft, sticky, and sweet.

They playfully chase each other inside the mouth.

But ultimately, they couldn't escape the fate of being eaten.

Haruhiko left the bathroom feeling refreshed.

"Owner."

Izumi flew out.

To Haruhiko's surprise, she wasn't wearing a kimono today, but a white dress.

It's somewhat like Lolita fashion, exuding both classic and sweet charm.

Yes, and there are also pure white stockings covering her calves.

But he wasn't wearing shoes.

Because she's always flying, even when she lands, it's on the sofa or bed.

"Does it look good?"

Izumi turned around in front of him, then lifted her skirt and gave a slight bow.

If it weren't for the alluring look on her small face, she would indeed appear quite ladylike.

Haruhiko glanced at it expressionlessly.

Although she's small and cute, she's really no match for Yukihime.

"Fortunately."

Haruhiko said casually.

Wow! How perfunctory!

Izumi stomped her foot in mid-air in anger, causing her skirt to sway wildly.

Qingyan ignored her, sat cross-legged on the sofa, and began to meditate.

A moment later, he felt a slightly cold touch.

He opened his eyes and saw Yukihime's watery blue eyes.

No, that's not right, it's Izumi.

Because it is too small.

Haruhiko raised an eyebrow and said, "If you don't leave now, you won't be able to leave later."

Izumi paused for two seconds, realized something, and quickly transformed back into his original form.

She turned her head and saw Yukihime's kind eyes.

"what!"

Izumi was so frightened that he fell straight down.

Haruhiko caught her with lightning speed.

"Waaaaah, don't hit me!"

Izumi held Haruhiko's index finger, her heart pounding with fear.

抽？

What the hell?

Haruhiko subconsciously looked at Yukihime.

What did you use to smoke it?

A whip?

While Haruhiko was still wondering, Yukihime had already grabbed Izumi and thrown him aside.

"Practice."

Snow Princess's soft, delicate body filled his embrace.

A delicate fragrance lingers in the air.

Haruhiko's spirits lifted, and he resumed his meditation.

Night falls.

But Haruhiko didn't get to eat Yukihime's feast.

Because it's pretty much the same as the previous few days.

Could it be that they've been forgotten?

Haruhiko didn't think much of it.

After resting for a while, it was time to go to bed.

Haruhiko turned off the light, crawled into bed, and was immediately embraced by Yukihime.

He glanced at it and was slightly taken aback.

Yukihime's eyes were moist, exuding an indescribable charm.

Just as Haruhiko was puzzled, she bowed her head and performed the ceremony of wearing a crown.

After a long while, he finally understood what today's feast was.

Mouthwatering chicken.

Chapter 72 Snow Princess's Trick