Tokyo: Starting with the Shrine Maiden

It took Haruhiko a while to come to his senses. His mind was a mess, and he subconsciously gave a generic answer.

Hotaru Hoshino wasn't angry. She nodded, her face expressionless, but she was quite happy inside.

"Give this back to you."

Haruhiko remembered that he was holding a piece of underwear, so he quickly said something.

Hotaru Hoshino took it and put it in his schoolbag.

"...?"

Haruhiko looked completely bewildered.

I'm a proper young man!

It's not perverted!

Hotaru Hoshino didn't say anything more. She reached out and grabbed Haruhiko's shoulder, helping him sit on the stone bench.

She turned around and plopped down on his lap.

Nephrite is in my arms.

Haruhiko instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist.

Hotaru Hoshino's black hair was completely scattered.

Many brushes touched his face.

A faint, pleasant fragrance immediately filled the air.

Hotaru Hoshino shifted her position, leaning her back against his chest and resting her head on his shoulder.

She stretched her legs out, her small feet, wrapped in white socks, resting on the other side of the stone chair.

Haruhiko fell silent.

Don't know what to say.

And even if I spoke up, I wouldn't get a response.

Just then, Hotaru Hoshino grabbed his right hand and placed it on her firm calf.

Haruhiko subconsciously pinched it.

Soft yet strong.

He could imagine the girl exercising regularly.

Suddenly, Hotaru Hoshino stood on tiptoe, wrapped her arms around his neck, tilted her head slightly, and silenced Haruhiko's lips with a kiss.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

Hotaru Hoshino was breathing softly, but her face remained unchanged.

Haruhiko wondered to himself if she had facial paralysis.

But that's impossible.

With the abilities of a psychic, facial paralysis is not considered a terminal illness.

Hotaru Hoshino took out her phone, glanced at the time, and realized it was still early.

So she lay in his arms, without making any movement.

Haruhiko sighed inwardly and could only hold her.

At the same time, he gently massaged her legs with his right hand.

"I am leaving."

After an unknown amount of time, Hoshino Hotaru took out her phone and typed something.

"Ah."

Haruhiko responded.

Hotaru Hoshino put away her phone and left him.

She put on her shoes, straightened her shrine maiden clothes, and then turned to leave.

Haruhiko withdrew his gaze.

He carried his schoolbag and headed to the Carefree Garden.

I lost at least an hour of my studies because of Hotaru Hoshino.

Pretty girls really do cause trouble.

"Good afternoon, junior brother."

Haruhiko opened the door and saw Aizawa Kaoru.

She sat on the sofa, wearing the same suit jacket as Tsuchimikado Mari.

Her legs were together, slightly tilted, and her stockings were taut and glistening with oil.

"teacher."

Haruhiko greeted Chiyome, who was wearing pajamas, first, and then greeted Aizawa Kaoru, "Senior sister."

Just then, the bathroom door opened.

A young woman wrapped in a bath towel came out.

She looks quite similar to Kaoru Aizawa, only younger.

Who is this handsome little brother?

She flashed a hearty and enthusiastic smile and asked.

“This is my daughter, Aya Aizawa.”

Kaoru Aizawa said with interest, "He is my junior brother, Haruhiko. Logically speaking, you should call him uncle."

"uncle?"

Aya Aizawa was taken aback for a moment, then said, "Mom, really, how can you call someone so young 'uncle'? Doesn't that make you feel bad?"

"What do you want to call me?"

Kaoru Aizawa raised an eyebrow, looking on with amusement.

"Of course you should call him 'little brother'."

Aya Aizawa said matter-of-factly.

She stepped forward, patted Haruhiko on the shoulder, and exuded the aura of a big sister.

As she moved, the white bath towel rippled, almost slippery, and got stuck there.

"Hey, are you trying to take advantage of me?"

Kaoru Aizawa immediately expressed her dissatisfaction.

"fine."

Aya Aizawa waved her hand dismissively and said, "Let's each talk about our own things. He and I are siblings, and you and he are fellow disciples."

Kaoru Aizawa paused for a moment, then smiled helplessly.

"What do you think?"

Aya Aizawa then looked at Haruhiko.

"I'm OK."

Haruhiko nodded.

He was mainly called "uncle," which always gave him some unpleasant associations.

After all, these two words had a story in their previous life.

"That's it."

Aya Aizawa turned and walked into the room, saying, "I'm going to change my clothes."

"Never mind her."

Kaoru Aizawa shook her head and said, "That's just her personality."

"pretty good."

Haruhiko sat down next to her.

Kaoru Aizawa then explained the purpose of her visit that day.

It was precisely for the sake of the merman ruins that were discovered later.

Haruhiko noted down the relevant information.

Actually it’s nothing.

We arrived at Tokyo Bay at 9:00 AM sharp to board the cruise ship and depart.

3,000 words, fourth update. PS: The last chapter was... well, too bad. 10,000 words complete for today's update.