Tokyo: Starting with the Shrine Maiden

Haruhiko got up and left the sofa.

However, Izumi didn't. She sat on the coffee table, watching TV with great interest.

It's not that I don't want to be associated with Haruhiko, it's just that I have no choice.

With Yukihime around, it's difficult for her to do anything she wants.

Let's just give up and watch TV.

Haruhiko glanced at today's dinner.

Tempura.

Three shrimp are clearly visible at the top.

Haruhiko picked up his chopsticks, took one out, put it in his mouth, and chewed slowly.

Yuki appeared beside him and moved closer before he could react.

The food in the mouth gradually decreased.

Haruhiko forced down half a lobster.

"Hmm, the flavor is just right."

Yukihime licked her lips and said, "I thought it would be very salty."

"I think it's a bit too sweet."

Seeing her serious expression, Haruhiko couldn't help but smile and say something.

"sweet?"

Yukihime was somewhat taken aback and asked, "I didn't add any sweeteners, so why does it taste sweet?"

Haruhiko pointed to her red lips without saying a word.

But Yuki already understood what he meant.

She couldn't help but laugh, her voice quite pleasant and filled with obvious joy.

Yukihime reached out and placed her hand on his neck, while her red lips brushed against his mouth as she said, "It is indeed a little sweet."

Finished a meal of imported tempura.

Haruhiko stretched.

"I'm going to wash the dishes."

Yuki patted his head and said.

Haruhiko nodded.

Seeing this, Yuki took the bowl and chopsticks and went into the kitchen.

After wiping the dining table clean, Haruhiko walked to the sofa.

Izumi was still watching TV.

But the white frost had vanished without a trace.

Did you go back to your room?

Haruhiko realized that whenever he and Yukihime had any intimate moments, the two yokai reacted completely differently.

Izumi peeked, while Shirashiro simply left.

In comparison, the latter appears quite serious.

Haruhiko felt more and more that Shirai and Jinguji Fuyumi were very similar.

He walked to the kitchen.

Yukihime leaned down slightly, her buttocks slightly raised, and her silver hair fell down.

She tied her hair into a bun at the back of her head because she was washing dishes.

However, some stray hairs still remain.

Haruhiko stepped forward and hugged her from behind.

Yuki had actually noticed his presence before.

But I really didn't expect them to come and bother her.

"I'll make washing the dishes a little more difficult for you."

Haruhiko tightened his grip slightly and said with a smile.

"Hey!"

Yukihime was startled.

The sudden suspension made her feel a little uncomfortable.

"You're pretty smug, aren't you?"

She looked down and saw Haruhiko's smile, and immediately snorted coldly.

Three hours later, he paid a heavy price.

Until early the next morning.

Haruhiko felt like he had come back to life.

He yawned, changed his clothes, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

After everything was settled, I sat down at the table to eat.

Breakfast consisted of bread and fresh milk.

"How about it?"

Yukihime picked up the bread, stuffed a hot dog inside, and handed it to Haruhiko.

Her tone was quite concerned.

After all, Haruhiko had been severely punished by her yesterday.

Although it was because of something as trivial as washing dishes.

"no problem."

Haruhiko answered immediately.

He wasn't showing off; it was because the Snow Woman's Breathing Technique had advanced to the second level.

He was quite diligent during this period.

Furthermore, the second stage is indeed not difficult, so advancing to the next stage is a natural thing to do.

"It seems your Snow Woman Breathing Technique is progressing well."

Yukihime was somewhat surprised, but even more delighted. "To be honest, you are the first human to be able to cultivate the Yuki-onna Breathing Technique. You are truly special."

"It's all thanks to you."

Haruhiko learned from a game hint that the Yuki-onna breathing technique he had learned had been modified by Yuki-hime.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to learn it.

Players can learn most skills, but some skills require prerequisites.

The most common one is supernatural power.

The Snow Woman Breathing Technique belongs to another category, and is gender-specific.

Under normal circumstances, only women can cultivate this practice.

Since Haruhiko uses a male character, he naturally cannot learn from him.

"However, the fact that you were able to learn it shows that you and the Yuki-onna clan are indeed very destined for each other."

Yuki leaned close to Haruhiko's ear and said with a smile, "So you must be a gift from the gods to me."

Breakfast is over.

Haruhiko changed into casual clothes and went out.

At the entrance, he saw Aya Aizawa.

He wasn't surprised.

She had said before that she would come to pick me up.

"Sister Ling."

Haruhiko got into the car and greeted them.

Aya Aizawa suddenly laughed, looking quite happy.

Leaning forward and backward, rising and falling in waves.

Haruhiko thought to himself that she had indeed inherited Aizawa Kaoru's figure.

"That's a good name."

Aya Aizawa said with a strange expression.