Tokyo: Starting with the Shrine Maiden

Haruhiko changed the subject, picked up the book on the table, and flipped to the section where he had studied yesterday.

Tsuchimikado Mari chuckled lightly, then stopped pressing the issue and officially began the lesson.

Just like yesterday, he spoke quite earnestly.

Haruhiko was quite satisfied with the increase in his experience points.

It won't be long before we reach the first stage.

At that time, restoring the lyrics and music from the previous life should not be a problem.

However, he doesn't have many songs in his collection.

Save what you can.

He mostly sings Mandarin songs.

But you can't just go next door and perform music when you have nothing better to do, can you?

No need.

He's not particularly short of money right now; several wealthy women have expressed their willingness to support him.

A man really does need to have a special skill.

Otherwise, you won't be liked by rich women.

Haruhiko tilted his head slightly to look at the wealthy woman in front of him.

Her profile was exquisite and aloof, her red lips slightly parted, exhaling knowledge that carried warmth and fragrance.

"What are you looking at?"

Tsuchimikado Mari paused, then turned to meet his gaze.

She was a fifth-tier great demon, and at such close range, she could sense Qingyan's movements.

"No."

Haruhiko immediately shifted his gaze to the books on the table.

"Distracted behavior in class will be punished."

Tsuchimikado Mari reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, saying, "Let's rest for a moment."

Wait, is this a punishment?

A sense of doubt arose in Haruhiko's heart.

Tsuchimikado Mari sat on the chair next to him, her small feet, clad in black stockings, together, resting on his lap.

“Give me a massage.”

She leaned slightly against the desk, her chin resting on one hand, her top revealing an exaggerated silhouette.

Haruhiko felt that she was like a beautiful snake, hissing and sticking out her tongue.

His hands landed on the black stockings.

It is quite smooth.

Moreover, it's thin and light, allowing you to feel the jade-like feet beneath the black stockings.

Haruhiko began the massage.

Tsuchimikado Mari's gaze swept over him, devoid of emotion, yet conveying a silent pressure.

She seemed like a queen.

In fact, the fifth rank does hold a kingly status among monsters.

This applies regardless of whether they are of the same race.

After all, the hierarchy of monsters is quite brutal and clear-cut: strength is paramount.

As for humans, there's a classic saying...

Psionicists are not about fighting and killing, but about understanding human relationships and worldly affairs.

They naturally have more cunning.

"Mari-sensei, you and Aunt Mashiro met at a ruin from the Age of Gods?"

Haruhiko couldn't stand her staring gaze, so he started to look away.

"Yes."

Mari Tsuchimikado leaned slightly forward, her lower body highlighting a flat, curved shape.

"Where were you before?"

Haruhiko glanced at it, then looked away.

Jade feet are still safer.

If they start cheering and shouting, that wouldn't be good.

He sensed that given Tsuchimikado Mari's personality, she was likely to resort to personal attacks.

Although he still had some expectations, a man cannot be so easily manipulated.

He possesses a strong sense of dignity.

"Before?"

Tsuchimikado Mari adjusted her glasses and said, "She had been sleeping in the ruins for a while."

"You mean Aunt Mashiro woke you up?"

Haruhiko asked with some curiosity, "How long have you been asleep?"

"It may have been several hundred years."

Mari Tsuchimikado said uncertainly, "I remember in my time, there weren't all these messy things like this."

Haruhiko was thoughtful.

If it were thousands of years ago, he would have known about Shiranui to some extent during his first playthrough.

After all, this monster is quite famous.

I hadn't heard of it then; it must have appeared later.

"Speaking of which, you're a fifth-tier great demon, so why did you become Aunt Mashiro's shikigami?"

Haruhiko remembered that among all the Onmyoji, only Tachibana Yui's shikigami was at the fifth rank, while the rest were at the fourth rank.

One reason is that it can take several hundred years for a monster to go from the fourth to the fifth stage.

After the first owner dies, it will break free from the contract and regain its free status.

Most shikigami will choose to leave and no longer protect their heirs.

Secondly, by the fifth stage, the contract is no longer mandatory, or in other words, there is a possibility of it being dissolved.

Over a long period of time, misunderstandings may arise and they may turn into enemies.

Furthermore, the fifth tier is the pinnacle of this world, and few powerful individuals would willingly live under someone else's roof.

Of course, Haruhiko remembers that he is an Onmyoji in public, but it's hard to say whether he has a fifth-tier shikigami in private.

"Repay the favor."

Mari Tsuchimikado uttered two words calmly.

To repay a debt of gratitude.

Haruhiko thought to himself that Tachibana Yui must have paid a considerable price to awaken Shiranui.

Or perhaps her slumber is an abnormal state, such as being sealed away by someone.

Historical records mention the story of Abe no Seimei sealing away a great demon.

Many demons possess extremely tenacious vitality and are impossible to kill.

Sealing is undoubtedly one solution.

"Continue learning."

Tsuchimikado Mari pulled her feet back and stood up again.

She was a little taller than Haruhiko, and she was very intimidating.

If you wear high heels, it will be even more intense.

Mari Tsuchimikado stopped studying around noon.

"Any questions?"

She sat on the chair next to her, crossed her long, black legs, and asked.

"No."

Haruhiko shook his head and said.

"Is it really not true?"

Tsuchimikado Mari raised an eyebrow slightly and said, "Don't miss out on important information just because you're shy."