Tokyo: Starting with the Shrine Maiden

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"So, do you want to?"

Yuki turned to look at him, a seductive glint in her blue eyes. Her legs, encased in black stockings, instinctively closed, her buttocks taut.

Chapter 90 Investment and Shareholding

Upon hearing Yukihime's words, Haruhiko's heart began to race.

The slight fatigue I had felt earlier was stimulated by the rich, pleasant fragrance in the air, and I felt full of energy.

Although Haruhiko disliked those who relied on connections instead of taking the proper path in his past life, he might give it a try if it were Yukihime.

She is a demon, and does not need to eat, so she is naturally different from humans.

Haruhiko looked up at Yukihime.

Her slightly flushed face wore a gentle smile, and her eyes were filled with a pitiful look.

It made him feel as if the woman was a feast for the eyes.

Yukihime grasped Haruhiko's right hand and gently scratched his palm with her soft, boneless index finger.

It's a little itchy, but more than that, it's a subtle hint and temptation.

Haruhiko swallowed hard, and just as he was about to speak, Yukihime released his hand.

She brushed a strand of hair from her cheek and tucked it behind her ear, saying, "Don't stand in the doorway, come in."

Haruhiko hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded.

He stood in the entryway and closed the door.

Yuki glanced at him and then licked her lips.

Then she knelt down and untied his shoelaces with both hands.

She quickly stood up again, and seeing his dazed expression, asked, "What are you daydreaming about?"

Haruhiko snapped out of his reverie and said, "You've become even more beautiful in just two days."

The sweeter your words, the greater the reward.

Yuki covered her mouth and laughed, her delicate body trembling slightly, her voluptuous breasts heaving, half of them exposed.

"I like this saying."

She sat on the sofa, patted it, and said, "Come and sit down."

Haruhiko stepped forward and sat down next to her.

"You must have had a tough time these past two days."

Yuki turned her head and looked him up and down.

They were afraid he was missing some parts.

"Fortunately."

Haruhiko shook his head and said, "They're all using spiritual forms, so there won't be any danger."

“If the spirit is injured, then it will be even more troublesome.”

Yuki's eyes narrowed, and she flipped over to straddle his lap, saying, "Let me check you out."

Haruhiko looked up, but the majestic snow-capped mountains blocked his view.

He wanted to refuse, but she was just too big.

Yukihime lowered her head, her forehead touching Haruhiko's.

Up close, that stunning face seemed even more breathtaking.

Haruhiko's gaze quickly fell on her red lips.

She doesn't usually wear makeup, but she occasionally wears lipstick.

Her lips had a glossy sheen, making them look exceptionally alluring.

As Haruhiko pondered, he suddenly shuddered and uttered a sigh.

Because it's too comfortable.

He felt as if his spirit was soaking in a bathtub and receiving a full-body massage.

[Affected by Yukihime's spiritual entity, my spiritual energy has increased by 100 points.]

Hearing the game notification sound, Haruhiko snapped out of his daze.

Is that so?

Could this be considered a spiritual exchange?

"There's some damage, but not much."

Yuki opened her eyes, moved back a little, reached out and stroked his face, and said, "I've already reinforced it for you once."

No wonder it increased by 100 points.

Haruhiko said earnestly, "Thank you."

Yuki pouted slightly.

Haruhiko immediately understood and moved closer.

Yukihime's body gradually relaxed, and she occasionally let out a few nasal sounds.

After a long while, the two parted ways.

"Wait until night."

Yuki glanced at the rather energetic Haruhiko, and the blush on her face became even more pronounced.

She took a deep breath, turned around, and went into the kitchen.

Haruhiko scratched his head, coughed twice, and said, "Come out."

Izumi's small head popped out from the passageway not far away.

"Owner."

Her face flushed, she slowly flew over and called out.

"Children, don't peek."

Haruhiko reached out and flicked her forehead, saying irritably.

"I'm not a child!"

Izumi rubbed her forehead, stomped her little feet, which were covered in white socks, in dissatisfaction, and said, "I'm dozens of times older than you, Master!"

"..."

Haruhiko's lips twitched slightly.

This sentence is true.

Izumi is a tsukumogami (a spirit in Chinese mythology), and is estimated to be several hundred years old.

"Even if you're not a child, you can't peek at your master while he's doing things."

Haruhiko immediately came up with another reason.

"Why not?"

Izumi looked puzzled and asked.

"..."

Haruhiko hesitated, then said impatiently, "I am the master, listen to me!"

Izumi looked at him, quite aggrieved, and nodded.

Haruhiko suddenly felt a sense of guilt.