Tokyo: Starting with the Shrine Maiden

"It shouldn't be a big problem."

Tsuchimikado Mari said in a deep voice, "But do you know how to use it?"

"know."

Haruhiko didn't hide anything and said, "I know those words."

The ruins of Takamagahara are the tomb of the Yamata no Orochi, and there must be many serpent god tales there.

In other words, there are also related records about the Tsuchimikado clan.

By exposing yourself, you can access more knowledge.

"You actually know him?"

Marie Tsuchimikado raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

"I don't know the reason either."

Haruhiko made up a story, saying, "I overheard a conversation in the ruins and somehow we became acquainted."

"It should be a record of someone's identity."

Marie Tsuchimikado seemed to understand something and said, "There have been such cases before. Some ruins are actually tests set up for inheritance. After passing them, one can acquire the corresponding knowledge, all of which are input through patterns or voice."

It actually exists?

Haruhiko was slightly taken aback, then thought to himself that the world of psychics was indeed very strange.

"That's a good thing."

Tsuchimikado Mari gave a faint smile. "The fact that you can recognize those characters means that a lot of knowledge will be open to you."

"Ah."

Haruhiko responded and said, "Mari-neechan, I'll go back to the University of Tokyo."

"how?"

Tsuchimikado Mari turned to look at him, her expression turning cold again. "Missing your Yukihime?"

"Because I haven't been back for a long time."

Haruhiko felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze and explained.

"That's not okay."

Tsuchimikado Mari suddenly smiled, her eyes sparkling with interest. "Your mental fortitude needs improvement."

"..."

Haruhiko's first sentence showed he was prepared to escape, but the second sentence took an unexpected turn.

He suddenly realized that Tsuchimikado Mari didn't seem to care who he liked either.

Is it because of their long lifespan?

Under normal circumstances, it would probably take Haruhiko about three hundred years to reach the fifth rank.

Shiranui, in theory, has an infinite lifespan.

Because her true form is flame.

However, Haruhiko has a game cheat, so breaking through to the fifth tier shouldn't be a problem.

Upon reaching the sixth level, one enters the realm of gods, where lifespans naturally increase significantly.

The red car stopped.

"Classes will continue tomorrow."

Tsuchimikado Mari licked her rosy lips.

Although her face was expressionless, Haruhiko sensed a subtle, yet alluring, teasing quality.

"Okay, Ms. Mari."

Faced with such an invitation, Haruhiko naturally wouldn't back down.

"Looking forward to your performance."

Tsuchimikado Mari extended her finger, bent it slightly, and then left.

Haruhiko gasped.

Is this implying that he's a good massage therapist?

A gentle breeze swept by.

Haruhiko was immediately hugged.

What comes into view is Yukihime's beautiful face and snow-white curves.

He was taken from breathing before he could speak.

As if drowning, he was entangled in water plants, and he tried to push himself out, but to no avail.

After a long while, Haruhiko let out a breath.

"Have you advanced your Snow Woman Breathing Technique?"

Xue Ji's pretty face flushed slightly, her eyes half-closed, her gaze filled with charm and anticipation.

"Ah."

Haruhiko wrapped his arms around her slender waist; it was so soft and smooth that he couldn't let go.

"You worked very hard, I want to reward you."

Yukihime's beautiful and refined face was flushed with a blush, as if a fairy had fallen in love.

"What reward?"

Haruhiko swallowed.

"Let's go inside and talk."

Yuki took a half step back, grasped his hand tightly, and led him to the front door of her house.

"Owner!"

Izumi ran over excitedly, but stopped abruptly in mid-air not far from Yukihime.

She stamped her small feet, which were covered in white socks, but there was nothing she could do. She could only watch as the two people walked into the room.

Haruhiko sat on the edge of the bed, staring at Yukihime.

She smiled gently, and a psychic glow emanated from her body.

Its clothes slipped off, and it was no longer human, but a member of the coconut sheep tribe.

Dark red horns grew on the top of her head.

But she still kept the black stockings.

Because Yukihime knew that Haruhiko liked her.

"This demonic form doesn't seem to have changed much."

Haruhiko glanced at it twice and then said.

The Snow Woman's demonic form is that her entire body has turned into ice crystals.

But the coconut sheep only has horns.

"There haven't been any major changes in appearance."

Yukihime slowly walked forward, sat on his lap, and said, "But the inside is completely different from that of humans."

Haruhiko immediately fell silent.

He felt he was enduring unbearable pain and couldn't help but frown.

Have you encountered any danger these past few days?

Yukihime stretched out her soft, boneless hand and gently stroked his face, asking a question.

At the same time, her long, slender legs, encased in black stockings, were slightly tense to prevent them from slipping down.

"No."

Haruhiko moved his feet, because they were a little numb.

It's possible that Yukihime gained weight after revealing her demon form.

In addition, the structure has become more complex.

Humans can see it at a glance, but the journey of the coconut sheep is full of twists and turns.

"So what have you been doing these past few days?"

Yuki shifted her body, a hint of doubt in her alluring eyes, "It's supposed to be the Takamagahara Ruins, how come there were no gains?"

"Of course."

Haruhiko slightly raised his head, looked into her beautiful, sparkling eyes, and said, "A very fruitful harvest, full of valuable insights."

"Oh?"