Tokyo: Starting with the Shrine Maiden

Haruhiko looked towards the back seat.

Izumi lay sprawled out, her kimono half-open, revealing her two fair and smooth little feet.

Upon hearing Haruhiko's voice, she immediately woke up.

"Happy birthday, Master!"

Izumi pounced on his face and took the opportunity to kiss him several times on the corner of his mouth.

Are you still half asleep?

Haruhiko grabbed her body, placed her in his palm, and said, "My birthday is still a few hours away."

Izumi realized what was happening and immediately covered his face, looking as if he didn't want to be seen by anyone.

"You were quite bold just now, why are you shy now?"

Yuki witnessed the whole thing, and immediately gave a cold laugh, saying, "It's time to teach you a lesson again, you demon tamer."

Izumi lay in Haruhiko's palm, her face showing an expression of resignation to her fate.

Although Yukihime didn't see it, she still expressed her opinion on the matter.

"let's go."

Haruhiko couldn't help but smile, and held Yukihime's soft little hand in his left hand, their fingers intertwined.

The two walked side by side toward the mountaintop.

They arrived at the Inari Shrine before nightfall.

"Are you hungry? Wait a little longer, I'll go cook now."

As she spoke, Yuki went into the kitchen.

Haruhiko returned to his room.

At the entrance, a door not far away opened.

Jinguji Fuyumi appears.

She was still wearing that pink shrine maiden outfit, with her shoulders and legs exposed.

Her snow-white skin shone brightly even in the night.

"Aunt Dongyu."

Haruhiko stopped and greeted him.

Jinguji Fuyumi looked at him without saying anything, only nodding slightly.

Before Haruhiko could say anything more, the door had already been closed.

Jinguji Fuyu sat on the bed, her clothes off, revealing four fluffy tails and one ear.

She looked at her tail and remembered what had happened before.

What exactly does it feel like to have your tail rubbed by Haruhiko?

Why did she vaguely feel that her cultivation bottleneck was loosening?

Is this what Tsuchimikado Mashiro meant by "releasing one's true nature"?

Jinguji Fuyumi doesn't actually know what her true nature is, nor how to unleash it.

After Haruhiko rested in the room for a while, Yukihime pushed open the door and entered.

Because it was late, she simply cooked a bowl of tonkotsu ramen without going through any trouble.

Haruhiko didn't mind at all. He finished eating in a few bites and showed a satisfied smile.

When he came to his senses, he noticed that Yuki had been washing the dishes for a very long time and had not yet returned.

what's the situation?

Haruhiko got up and went to the kitchen. No one was there, but there was a letter.

He opened it; it was left for him by Yuki, saying she was going to prepare a birthday present and would be back later.

"So mysterious?"

Haruhiko chuckled softly, even more excited about her gift.

He returned to his room, took a shower, and then began his cultivation.

The night is getting darker.

Haruhiko opened his eyes, but still couldn't see Yukihime.

He was immediately puzzled. Where did he go to buy a gift? Why did it take so long?

After a moment of contemplation, Haruhiko got up and prepared to return to his room to wait.

He opened the door and suddenly froze.

A rather large cube-shaped gift box was placed on the floor.

Haruhiko picked up the small note on it.

Just four words: Happy Birthday.

There wasn't even a signature.

Haruhiko looked at the gift box and noticed a button in the middle, so he pressed it.

The cardboard on all four sides opened outwards, revealing the gift inside.

It's Yukihime.

She wore a warm yet slightly shy smile, her beautiful blue eyes filled with allure as she looked at Qingyan with a flirtatious gaze.

Haruhiko looked at her snow-white skin and didn't know how to react for a moment.

Are you satisfied with this gift?

A smile curved Yuki's lips as she crossed her arms and asked.

Haruhiko swallowed and nodded.

Yuki stepped forward and hugged him tightly, her fair and soft thighs pressed against his.

Haruhiko instinctively put his arm around her waist and gently stroked her back.

Her deep, alabaster-like depths accentuated her voluptuous body, making it appear incredibly sensual and comfortable to hold.

"what time is it now?"

Yuki rested her delicate face on his shoulder and asked.

"At half past eleven."

Haruhiko took out his phone, glanced at it, and said.

"There's still half an hour left."

Yukihime reached out, pinched his chin, and asked in a teasing tone, "Can you wait?"

"It's hard."

Haruhiko answered truthfully.

"What an honest child."

Yukihime looked troubled. "But it's meaningless if it's not past midnight, because it's not your birthday."

"It's cold, you'll catch a cold."

Haruhiko, quick-witted, came up with an excuse.

Yukihime suddenly laughed.

She wrapped her arms around Haruhiko's neck and said, "I'll do as you say."

Haruhiko bent down, placed his right hand on her smooth back, and his left hand through her long, fair legs, lifting her up in a princess carry.

The two of them snuggled into the blankets, where they immediately felt warm.

You stepped on my hair.

Yukihime leaned closer with her red lips and spoke in a soft, seductive voice.

"Feel sorry."

Haruhiko caressed her in the darkness, pulling her hair out from under her body.

Seeing his flustered state, Xueji laughed again.

She shifted her graceful body, getting even closer.

With glossy red lips right in front of him, Haruhiko couldn't resist and lowered his head.

Yukihime responded gently.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

A blush appeared on Yukihime's delicate face.

"You can make a birthday wish."