Tokyo: Starting with the Shrine Maiden

Jinguji Fuyu was somewhat bewildered.

Why does Yukihime show such great affection for a human?

Even if Haruhiko is a special case.

But in the face of the vastness of time, it is nothing more than a shooting star.

"That's what liking someone is all about; there's no reason to like someone."

Yuki said softly, "You asked me, and I don't really know why I like Haruhiko. It's like he suddenly fell into my heart one day. When I can't see him, I miss him. When I see him, I wish there was no distance between us."

Jinguji Fuyumi remained silent.

She doesn't understand what it means to like someone.

For the past thousand years, she has stayed at the Inari Shrine, serving as a divine messenger, and has only done one thing: cultivate herself.

Aside from occasionally visiting the Imperial Palace a few times, he almost never comes into contact with humans.

Haruhiko was the human she spent the most time with.

But in Jinguji Fuyumi's eyes, she was not much different from the yokai of Aobi Mountain; they were species from two different worlds.

This perception wouldn't have changed if he hadn't unexpectedly acquired the Celestial Fox's inheritance.

Yuki turned to look at her.

Even in profile, her eyes flashed with amazement.

She had met many humans and yokai, but only Jinguji Fuyumi could give her this feeling.

As foxes, their ultimate goal in evolution is to become the nine-tailed fox named Tamamo-no-Mae.

Her power led some legends to consider her an incarnation of Amaterasu.

Even if she isn't, she is still one of the three great yokai of Japan, a being comparable to a god.

Jinguji Fuyumi is of the Heavenly Fox bloodline and is also the messenger of the Inari God.

He was of noble birth.

Her mindset led her to unconsciously disregard everyone else.

It's impossible for someone to understand the meaning of "like".

Yuki hesitated, unsure of what to say.

"Congratulations."

Jinguji Fuyu glanced at her and said, "Your illness has been cured, and you've even benefited from the misfortune."

"Thank you."

Upon hearing this, Yukihime smiled again.

"I'll teach Haruhiko new spells when he wakes up."

A gentle breeze blew, and Jinguji Fuyu had vanished without a trace.

She wasn't used to Yuki's carefree attitude.

It made it difficult for her to associate it with a great demon.

Yukihime was taken aback for a moment, but quickly shook her head.

That really suits Jinguji Fuyumi's personality.

The chat ended in less than a few words.

She lowered her head and sniffed; she could still faintly smell Haruhiko's scent on her.

Yukihime finally realized that her close-fitting underwear felt uncomfortable and sticky.

She turned and walked toward the back hall, but suddenly stopped.

There was a familiar little figure at the door of Haruhiko's room.

Izumi.

She was observing through the crack in the door.

When she saw that Haruhiko was sleeping soundly, she opened her mouth slightly and let out a silvery laugh, completely lacking any decorum.

At the same time, his eyes revealed impatience and excitement.

Izumi stretched out her two small hands, one on each side, and grabbed the door, preparing to push it open slightly to create a gap that would allow her to pass through.

The next moment, she suddenly sensed a dangerous and cold aura.

Izumi turned around, his face immediately stiffening.

"Xue...Ms. Xue Ji..."

She jolted awake and stammered out.

"what are you doing?"

Yukihime's eyes shone brightly, and there seemed to be flowing ice and snow in them.

"I...I want to wake Master up!"

Izumi trembled as he earnestly protested, "I absolutely had no other intentions!"

Yukihime reached out, grabbed her hand, and walked towards the bathroom.

Izumi trembled, powerless to resist, and a look of disappointment crossed her face; she couldn't give him her birthday present.

It's noon.

Haruhiko looked at his newly acquired achievements and pondered a question.

With the first player spawn point established, does that mean there will be a second or third?

The only pity is that it cannot be tested now.

Haruhiko leaned against the wall, stood up, and changed his clothes.

Even in human form, it is so difficult to resist.

If it were in demon form, it would truly be a fight for survival.

Haruhiko sniffed his own body; he needed to take a shower.

He opened the door and saw Yukihime.

She was wearing a loose white sweatshirt that just covered her shapely buttocks, revealing her two snow-white thighs.

Haruhiko was slightly startled.

This outfit looks familiar.

Isn't it mine?

Haruhiko started to speak but stopped.

Why are you wearing my clothes?

"Haruhiko?"

Yuki was surprised to see him so soon, but her joy quickly followed.

She jogged over and pulled off a high-level maneuver, dribbling the ball and bumping into him, then hugging him tightly.

Because she had just taken a shower, her hair was still wet, and it hit Haruhiko's face, creating a unique sensation.

To be embraced is to be enormous and full.

Haruhiko immediately forgot his purpose.

"Oh, I haven't dried my hair yet."

A moment later, Yuki let go of his hand, rolled her eyes at him, and said, "It's all your fault."

That one glance was captivating.

Haruhiko immediately admitted his mistake, saying, "It is indeed my fault."

How did you become so interesting?

Xue Ji laughed, sending a ripple of white light through her. "Alright, I wasn't kidding. How are you feeling?"

"I am fine."

Haruhiko clenched his fist, showing his muscles, and said, "No problem at all."

If you say no at a time like this, you'll never be able to hold your head up high again.

Whether it's big or small.

"Trying to show off to me."

Yuki lifted her foot, her toes playfully provoking him on his leg, and said, "Is there anything about you that I don't know?"

"Ahem, I'm going to take a shower."

Haruhiko took two steps back and said, "Let's talk later."

Yukihime watched his retreating figure and smiled happily.