Tokyo: Starting with the Shrine Maiden

Chapter 111 Birthday Gift

Haruhiko instinctively hugged Yukihime.

Without any obstruction, his arm was pressed tightly against her smooth, soft waist and abdomen.

With each breath of Yukihime, you could feel her waist and abdomen rising and falling.

Below that were black tight shorts, highlighting her firm, shapely buttocks, which looked exceptionally alluring.

After a moment, Yuki stopped checking and found nothing wrong.

Moreover, she discovered that her Snow Pill had merged with Haruhiko ahead of time.

Yukihime seemed to be deep in thought.

It was probably caused by a strong external stimulus.

But that's a good thing.

This means that Haruhiko is one step closer to awakening his demon form, and the two of them can do even more things together.

Yuki took his hand and said, "Come in."

Haruhiko casually closed the door, walked into the living room, and sat down on the sofa.

Not far away, Izumi poked his head out, observing furtively.

But because Yukihime was there, she dared not go forward.

Haruhiko didn't notice her.

He was submerged by the snow-capped mountains, struggling to melt the solid ice.

"Hard."

Yukihime's eyes were filled with tears as she looked at Haruhiko, who was drinking water, with a gentle expression.

She had taken off her tight vest and casually put on a blue jacket, which made her look more comfortable.

A moment later, Haruhiko patted her back.

Yuki let go of his hand and gently rubbed his head.

The faint fragrance faded away.

Haruhiko let out a breath and said, "Thank you."

"What's there to thank me for?"

Yuki lowered her legs and said, "Lie down, I'll give you a massage. You must be very tired today."

Haruhiko wasn't actually that tired.

But since Yuki said that, he didn't stand on ceremony and rested his head on her lap.

Because she had been practicing the Snow Woman Breathing Technique, she wasn't wearing stockings, making the skin feel even softer.

He looked up and saw the snow-capped mountains stretching out without any obstruction; their undulating peaks stirred a sense of unease within him.

"Someone's being naughty."

Yuki looked him up and down, her red lips parted, shimmering in the sunlight.

You're testing me with this? Who can withstand that?

Haruhiko simply closed his eyes.

Yukihime's lips curled slightly, and her eyes were full of smiles.

She reached out and massaged Haruhiko's forehead.

Where would you like to spend your birthday?

Yuki looked down at him and asked gently.

"It will be all right."

Haruhiko answered casually.

This is not a perfunctory response.

Before he turned eight, his birthday was celebrated by Utsunomiya Yuya.

However, because the original owner of this body fell ill and suffered brain damage, some of her memories have become blurred.

After the age of eight, he was raised by Jinguji Fuyugo.

She doesn't know much about humans.

She doesn't care about birthdays or anything like that.

In other words, Haruhiko has never had a proper birthday party in his entire life.

"How about going to Inari Shrine?"

Yuki leaned down, her lips slightly parted, and her warm breath brushed against her.

"Ah."

Haruhiko was slightly taken aback, but without much thought, he agreed.

"OK."

Yuki kissed the corner of his mouth and then straightened up again.

That posture just now really put too much strain on your lower back.

The main problem is that the abyss is unfathomably deep.

A complex expression appeared on her face.

Triumphant, shy, and expectant.

Haruhiko didn't see her expression because his eyes were closed.

If you see it, you should suspect that she has ulterior motives.

Even though he trusted Yuki so much, he would jump into any trap, no matter how big.

"Do you know the difference between a monster's human form and its demon form?"

Yuki continued massaging his head and asked.

"the difference?"

Haruhiko pondered for a moment.

Previously, he believed that human form was merely a transformation that monsters underwent in order to communicate with humans.

After all, they will revert to their demonic forms when it comes to battle.

But if you think about it carefully, if there is no difference between human form and demon form, why not use human form to fight?

"It is unclear when it started, but the monsters discovered that practicing non-supernatural spells using human form was more efficient."

Yuki speculated, "Perhaps it's because the gods are mostly depicted in human form, which aligns better with the principles of heaven and earth."

"I see."

Haruhiko felt that this statement sounded familiar.

I've seen something similar in fantasy or ancient Chinese novels.

"Because they need to imitate humans, the human form and the demon body of a monster are actually two separate systems, and they cannot coexist at the same time."

A faint blush rose on Yukihime's delicate face as she asked, "Didn't you notice anything different at night?"

at night?

Haruhiko couldn't help but swallow, feeling a dryness in his throat.

and many more!

Haruhiko suddenly understood the unspoken meaning behind Yukihime's words.

The beginning is different because the end is different.

He subconsciously opened his eyes, looking at the pure white snow-capped mountains, waiting for what was to come.

But then silence fell over the room.

Yukihime didn't speak again, her gaze towards him filled with allure and mischief.

This is mockery.

Haruhiko's lips twitched.

But he rarely showed his tough side in front of Yukihime.

Perhaps it's because of her gentle and tolerant personality.

This left Haruhiko with no choice but to obey.

"Waiting for your birthday present."

Yukihime suddenly laughed, her laughter as bright and cheerful as ice melting in spring.