Tokyo: Starting with the Shrine Maiden

There is indeed a push-up posture in the Yuki-onna breathing technique.

Although he had originally planned to cultivate, he always felt as if he had missed something.

Haruhiko pondered for a moment, then began doing push-ups with a fairly standard posture.

Just then, he suddenly felt a weight on his back.

Yukihime's soft bottom sat on him, making his push-ups more difficult.

Haruhiko glanced at her and could only see her drooping, pale legs.

Because I was only wearing a hoodie, I wasn't wearing stockings.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could vaguely see the taut flesh of her thighs.

So that's how it's consumed?

Haruhiko let out a breath and ignored her.

A moment later, he suddenly noticed the hoodie that had fallen to the ground.

Huh, what's going on here?

The next second, Yuki rolled over and lay down on the carpet, facing him directly.

Haruhiko gazed at her snow-white skin and fell into deep thought.

"Keep going, don't stop."

Yuki reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, laughing as she said, "That's just a few push-ups. You'll have to keep going for at least two more hours."

Before, she sat on his back; now she hangs on his body.

Haruhiko's burden increased even more.

Fortunately, Yukihime was very light, and since he was a psychic, she wasn't that scary.

"First."

Yukihime began counting, her tone quite provocative.

For the sake of a man's dignity, Haruhiko cannot lose.

Half an hour later, sweat was rolling down his forehead.

Yukihime reached out and unbuttoned his collar, helping him to dissipate heat.

Haruhiko gasped.

This method of doing push-ups is just too torture.

Especially in situations where everyone is completely honest with each other, even with the help of the Heavenly Fox Rejuvenation, he felt he couldn't withstand it.

It felt as if my entire body was being subjected to a constant stream of impacts.

Moreover, Yukihime is not an inanimate object; hanging on him, she is restless.

But she had been talking for two hours, so Haruhiko could only grit his teeth and persevere.

I don’t know how long it took.

Haruhiko felt that he had lost all feeling in his legs and hands, and was just mechanically repeating the push-up motion.

Finally, his body trembled violently, and he collapsed to the ground.

Fortunately, Yukihime was below to catch him, preventing him from hitting his head and bleeding.

She held the burning hot body in her arms, listening to the rapid heartbeat, and a look of happiness appeared on her face.

This is probably what it means to be alive and fulfilled during a new life.

"Well done!"

Yukihime reached out and stroked Haruhiko's head, praising him softly, "What an obedient child."

As she spoke, she channeled her psychic energy.

The surrounding air began to cool down.

The heat that Haruhiko had developed from his long training gradually subsided with the cool air.

He looked at Yukihime, who was so close to him.

At this moment, her slender, deep blue eyes were filled with tenderness and charm.

Her delicate face had a blush like that of an apple.

It made her feel like a perfectly ripe peach.

Although Haruhiko did the push-ups, Yukihime also put in a lot of effort.

Both of them were very tired.

However, Yukihime was a powerful demon, so it didn't mean much to her.

After resting for a while, she simply picked up Haruhiko and took him to the bathroom to wash off the grime.

"Ah, I feel like I've survived."

Haruhiko stretched and couldn't help but sigh.

"You need to practice more."

Yuki put on the same loose hoodie she had worn before.

Haruhiko originally wanted to persuade her, but since he rarely saw her in such a different mood, he let her do as she pleased.

All I can say is that if you're good-looking, you can wear anything.

Even an ordinary hoodie looks mature and alluring on Xue Ji.

However, Haruhiko, having entered a state free from worldly desires, was not afraid.

"Owner."

Izumi approached.

Haruhiko suddenly noticed that she had also changed her clothes.

It was originally a kimono, but now it's been changed into a cheongsam.

"Speaking of which, didn't you say you were going to give me a birthday present?"

Haruhiko leaned back on the sofa, remembering what Izumi had said before, and casually asked.

"I……"

Izumi glanced at Yukihime subconsciously, his body trembled, and he said, "There is a birthday present."

Her small mouth opened slightly, and after a flash of psionic energy, a fruit resembling an apple appeared.

“I picked these spiritual fruits especially for my master.”

Izumi landed on Haruhiko's shoulder and explained.

Why does it sound so pitiful?

Haruhiko held the spirit fruit, somewhat speechless.

Is this the most precious gift you mentioned?

And they gave it to you reluctantly?

"you eat."

Haruhiko then handed the spirit fruit to Izumi and said.

Izumi subconsciously swallowed, took a bite, and immediately puffed out his cheeks.

“Master, I… will give you a gift next time… when I have the chance.”

She spoke as she chewed.

"Row."

Haruhiko casually replied.

He had completely lost all hope.

Think about it too.

What kind of gifts could a tsukumogami, who is penniless, possibly offer?

A faint smile appeared on Yukihime's lips.

She got up, and a moment later, brought out a glass of fresh milk and handed it to Qingyan.

"You just sweated a lot, you should drink some water."

Yuki sat next to him, her head resting on his shoulder, looking blissful.

Seeing this, Izumi used her two rows of strong, white teeth to crush the entire spirit fruit.

hateful!

When will the tsukumogami be able to stand up?!

She was overcome with grief; her face flushed, and her eyes were misty with tears.