Tokyo: Starting with the Shrine Maiden

She didn't go in with them, afraid she wouldn't be able to resist.

Then it will never end.

It will interfere with Haruhiko's training in incantations.

"Izumi."

Yuki sat on the sofa, crossed her legs, and said, "Help me dry my hair."

Izumi sighed inwardly.

Life is tough.

Transform!

A flash of psionic light appeared, and she instantly transformed into a hairdryer, fluttering around Yukihime's silvery-white hair.

After taking a shower and changing his clothes, Haruhiko returned to the living room.

He instinctively opened his eyes wide.

Get up!

I saw a hair dryer flying around.

"Owner!"

A buzzing sound emanated from the device.

Haruhiko immediately recognized the hair dryer as belonging to Izumi.

He let out a soft exclamation, "So even inanimate objects can be transformed?"

So you're saying furniture and such are no problem either?

cough cough.

Haruhiko silently reminded himself that he wasn't a pervert, banishing the strange thoughts.

He walked over and sat down next to Yukihime.

She was still wearing that white sweatshirt, which was too big and didn't fit well, so it slipped off her left shoulder, revealing her delicate collarbone.

"Is this clothing mine?"

Unable to contain his curiosity, Haruhiko asked.

"Ah."

Yuki grabbed his hand and placed it on her smooth, white thigh, asking, "Isn't wearing your boyfriend's hoodie a necessary part of the plot?"

"Who said that?"

Haruhiko paused for a moment, then asked.

But she quickly realized what she called him: boyfriend.

My goodness, how do you know this?

"That's what it said on TV."

Yuki tilted her head, her long, snow-white hair falling down.

The Izumi flying behind him puffed up and returned to its original state.

She envied the two people interacting and wanted to join them, but she didn't have the chance.

In the end, she left like a defeated dog.

"Television and reality are quite different."

Qingyan was afraid that she would imitate those melodramatic plots, so he advised her, "Watch less of those in the future."

"I'll listen to you."

Yuki tapped his lips with her finger and asked, "Are you hungry?"

"Ah."

Haruhiko slept until noon, and now, reminded of this, he suddenly felt very hungry.

"Then kiss me."

Yuki turned her head slightly and said.

Haruhiko lowered his head and kissed the snow-white skin.

"And here."

Yuki turned to the other side of her face and said.

Upon hearing this, Haruhiko stuck it on again.

"So nice."

Yuki nodded in satisfaction, but instead of leaving, she cupped his face in her hands and offered her luscious red lips to him.

After a long while, she let go of his hand, smiled, and went to the kitchen.

Haruhiko let out a breath, lay down on the sofa, and thought to himself, "This is wonderful."

"Waaah, Master, I miss you!"

Izumi flew out in a flash.

"...?"

Haruhiko was completely baffled by her pitiful look.

Why does it seem like we haven't seen each other for a long time?

Izumi stood on his chest and rubbed his face against him vigorously.

Thankfully, Haruhiko was tormented by Yukihime last night.

Otherwise, he would switch to the combat channel.

"what happened to you?"

Haruhiko's eyes darted around, and he spotted Izumi resting on his chin.

This perspective is quite novel.

"fine!"

Izumi perked up and said, "Just stay by Master's side!"

"..."

Haruhiko was speechless.

Why is this guy so pretentious?

He ignored it, closed his eyes, and began to meditate.

After about ten minutes, the rubbing sensation on my face disappeared.

Haruhiko looked up and saw Izumi obediently being held hostage by Yukihime, not moving at all.

It's like a mouse encountering a tabby cat; it can only wait to die.

"go to eat."

Yukihime extended her hand and said.

Haruhiko took her hand, got up from the sofa, and walked to the dining table.

Lunch was quite lavish.

It's tempura.

But it's not fried shrimp.

Haruhiko didn't recognize what kind of meat it was.

He picked up a piece, put it in his mouth, and his eyes lit up.

It was quite delicious, and it also had a special spiritual energy that helped his tired body recover.

Haruhiko subconsciously looked at Yukihime.

She didn't explain, but licked her lips, instantly exuding a mature and alluring charm.

Haruhiko quickly looked away and continued eating.

Nourishing the body is the most important thing.

Lunch is over.

Yuki-hime picked up her bowl and chopsticks and said, "Touyu is going to teach you a new spell today. Go find her."

Haruhiko nodded and got up to go into the courtyard.

Jinguji Fuyugo is already waiting.

She stood before a huge tree, arms crossed, head slightly raised, her golden eyes reflected in the canopy.

"Aunt Dongyu."