Tokyo: Starting with the Shrine Maiden

Yuki stretched, her slender waist displaying a beautiful curve. "I have time now, tell me slowly."

"Actually, it was nothing. I just went to two ruins. It wasn't my business."

Haruhiko paused for a moment, then spoke in one breath.

"too fast!"

Yukihime rolled her eyes in displeasure and said, "I want to hear the details!"

"alright."

Haruhiko began to recount the somewhat tedious and repetitive process of exploring the ruins.

Yuki listened quite attentively, nodding her head from time to time and asking relevant questions.

So much so that something that could be said in one sentence was taken two hours to explain.

By the end, both of their voices were a little hoarse.

"good."

Yuki rested her head in the crook of his arm and said, "I haven't been flirting with anyone."

"How could I dare?"

Upon hearing this, Haruhiko quickly waved his hand and said, "Didn't you just check my Yuki-onna Breathing Technique? Has it reached the third level?"

"You have indeed worked hard on the Snow Woman Breathing Technique."

Yuki wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and said, "But that's not enough."

"I know."

Haruhiko sighed helplessly and said, "The physiques of you great demons are truly astonishing."

"you?"

Yukihime narrowed her eyes and asked, "Who else? Shiranui?"

"what?"

Haruhiko stiffened.

"What are you afraid of?"

Yukihime licked her lips and said, "I'm not going to eat you."

She moved closer to him.

The two people kept each other warm to ward off the winter cold.

"To take a bath."

Yuki opened her eyes and said, "It's all a mess, I can't sleep."

Haruhiko nodded.

He couldn't sleep either, because of the smell.

After he got up, Yuki changed the sheets, took out two sets of pajamas, and went to the bathroom.

After taking a shower, the two returned to the room.

a new day.

Haruhiko woke up.

He yawned, feeling sore all over.

I was very tired after running around for so long yesterday.

But I have to get up early.

Because I still have to go to school.

Haruhiko got up and changed his clothes.

"Master, good morning!"

He opened the door, and Izumi rushed over, hugging his face and rubbing against him.

Haruhiko was completely sobered up by her actions.

A faint fragrance wafted everywhere.

He reached out, pinched Izumi's hand, and said, "Alright, I'm going to wash up."

As he passed the kitchen, Haruhiko glanced at it subconsciously.

Wearing a spaghetti strap nightgown and an apron, Yukihime is preparing breakfast.

"Good morning."

Yuki noticed his gaze, turned her head, and smiled gently.

Haruhiko was slightly startled.

She's becoming more and more like a married woman.

Like pear blossoms after a rainy night, they are delicate and alluring.

"Good morning."

Haruhiko answered with a smile, then went into the bathroom.

After washing up, I returned to the kitchen, where Yukihime had just finished cooking.

She took off her apron, revealing a camisole nightgown underneath.

Silk is lightweight yet still sexy.

"what is this?"

Haruhiko noticed a few red marks on the lower half of her fair abdomen beneath her pajamas.

"It is a mark that the coconut sheep clan only has after they have completed their coming-of-age ceremony."

Yukihime slightly lifted the lid, revealing the complete pattern.

Haruhiko was slightly taken aback. How come this looked so much like his own portrait? Only a simplified version.

"go to eat."

Yuki didn't explain further, picked up her bowl and chopsticks, and said, "You'll be late if you stay any longer."

Haruhiko snapped out of his daze and followed her to the dining table.

Breakfast was ramen.

He picked up his chopsticks and began to eat.

Yukihime looked at him gently as always, without saying a word.

After breakfast, Haruhiko picked up his schoolbag and left home.

On the way, he stretched his muscles and bones, and soon felt the power of the third-level demon body.

The recovery was quite remarkable; not long after, the fatigue disappeared, and the person was full of energy.

This shows just how terrifying the fourth and fifth tiers of demonic bodies are.

No wonder, every time he sparred with Yukihime, he felt like he was going to win and had the upper hand, but it was just an illusion.

In half an hour or an hour, he would be utterly defeated.

Winters in Tokyo aren't particularly cold.

Perhaps it's because it's only the beginning of winter.

The weather is relatively warm.

Haruhiko took a few steps and then stopped.

Not far away, a familiar figure stood under a tree.

She wore her hair in pigtails, which fluttered in the wind.

Her school uniform fit her perfectly and exuded youthful energy, showcasing her slender waist and long legs encased in over-the-knee socks.

It's Hoshino Rin.

To be honest, Haruhiko hadn't seen her for five days.

He stepped forward, about to greet them, when his mouth was covered.

Haruhiko's pupils contracted sharply; this scene made him feel as if he were under an illusion.

But when he felt a familiar touch, he knew he wasn't under a spell, but had been tricked by Hoshino Hotaru.

After a long while, Haruhiko licked his lips; there was a lemony taste.

"You didn't recognize me."

Hotaru Hoshino took out her phone and typed something.

"..."

Haruhiko scrutinized her expressionless, delicate face and said, "You two look too alike."