Tokyo: Starting with the Shrine Maiden

"Will we be exposed?"

Haruhiko realized that Tsuchimikado, who worked at the Edo Archaeological Bureau, was just an undercover agent.

If someone finds out, that would be quite troublesome.

"How can it be so easy?"

Tsuchimikado Mari paused, then asked, "Is it the Ninth Exploration Team?"

"Ah."

Haruhiko responded and asked, "Is there a secret code?"

"She will mention the Tsuchimikado clan to you."

Mari Tsuchimikado replied, "Don't worry too much, just wait."

After hanging up the phone, she slowly put it away.

"Are you unhappy?"

Tsuchimikado Mari looked at Tachibana Yui, whose cheeks were slightly puffed out, and asked.

"Happy!"

Tachibana Yui sat up straight and asked, "Why do I feel like your relationship with Haruhiko has suddenly become very good?"

"Haven't we always had this kind of relationship?"

Tsuchimikado Mari smiled and said, "There's no good or bad, no good or bad."

Tachibana Yui frowned deeply.

That being said, she felt lately that Haruhiko was looking for Tsuchimikado Mari, not her.

Why?

"If you feel uncomfortable with this, I can ignore him."

Tsuchimikado Mari crossed her arms and said with a faint smile, "After all, I am your shikigami."

"I didn't mean that."

Tachibana Yui snorted and said, "It's almost December, remember to call Haruhiko over to record the song."

"I know."

Tsuchimikado Mari recalled her guidance to Haruhiko.

His progress was remarkably fast, or even frightening.

If he weren't a psionicist, he would probably be a great songwriter.

She thought of the song "Shiranui" again, and for a moment, she was lost in thought.

South Campus of the University of Tokyo.

Haruhiko opened the door.

Yukihime did not greet us today.

This situation is rare, but it does happen.

This indicates that she is practicing the Snow Woman Breathing Technique.

She's been working harder and harder lately.

In her words, this is digestion.

"Owner!"

Izumi flew right in front of him in a flash.

She's wearing a white low-cut dress today.

Haruhiko glanced at it and could only say that it was unnecessary.

If Yukihime wore it, it would be a game-winning shot on the court.

Haruhiko glanced around and arrived at the door of the room.

Through the crack in the door, I caught a glimpse of Yukihime.

Two horns appeared on her head as she stood there, her eyes closed, her silver hair dancing with psychic energy.

Haruhiko felt that the face looked familiar.

A moment later, he remembered a legendary creature, the succubus.

If it also had a tail, it would be remarkably lifelike.

Haruhiko didn't disturb them and returned to the living room.

He approached the white frost gently.

But as soon as he reached out, it woke up and looked at him with a faint gaze.

"good evening."

Haruhiko greeted them discreetly and picked up the remote control that was not far away.

White Frost flicked its tail and then closed its eyes again.

After failing to pet the fox, Haruhiko could only turn on the TV.

After watching for a while, he lost interest and began to meditate to recover the spiritual energy he had lost in the afternoon's battle.

In a daze, he felt a weight on his thigh, and a soft body filled his arms.

Without even opening his eyes, Haruhiko could already smell the familiar scent emanating from Yukihime.

He ignored it and continued his cultivation. After half an hour, he had basically recovered.

The afternoon's battle wasn't intense; only a few spells were used.

We also owe it to talismans and magical tools.

Speaking of this, he suddenly thought of Aya Aizawa.

I wonder if the magical artifacts I obtained from the Mermaid Ruins have been repaired.

He plans to ask about it tomorrow and then get two more items.

As the saying goes, having more skills is never a burden.

The same applies to spirit tools.

It's easy to use and practical.

Haruhiko opened his eyes.

Yukihime's long silver hair cascaded down, her delicate face was raised, and a pair of icy blue eyes gazed at her.

She wore loose pajamas that brushed against her fair skin, revealing her shoulders and collarbone.

In short, as far as the eye could see, the scenery was all white, and some parts seemed bottomless.

"Are you hungry?"

Yuki stroked his face and asked gently.

Haruhiko nodded.

"I went to cook."

Yuki got up from his arms, stretched, and made Haruhiko dizzy.

She smiled, walked barefoot on the carpet toward the kitchen.

Haruhiko let out a breath. He originally wanted to rest, but he gritted his teeth and began to practice the Yuki-onna Breathing Technique.

This grudge must be avenged. We must hurry and get our bodies to the third stage as soon as possible.

Half an hour later, Yukihime came out with the food and smiled when she saw Haruhiko's efforts.

She came to the dining table and called out, "Come and eat."

Haruhiko got up, went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and then returned to the living room.

After finishing his meal, he rested for a while and then continued his cultivation.

Not long after, Yuki finished washing the dishes and changed her clothes.

The white, fitted tank top, made with very little fabric, was stretched taut, revealing a toned waist and belly button.

Below that were shorts, very short, barely reaching the top of the thighs, and quite thin, with a faint outline visible.

"Teacher Yukihime's lesson time begins."

Yuki walked up to Haruhiko, squatted down, pinched his chin, and said, "You'd better work hard."

Her long silver hair was styled into a ponytail, giving her a very married woman-like appearance.

Haruhiko glanced at it, but had no other thoughts; he was only focused on studying.

At 10 p.m., Xueji pulled him to take a bath and go to bed, and only then did he finish his hard-working day.

The next morning.