Tokyo: Starting with the Shrine Maiden

Because it was winter, the atmosphere was a bit gloomy.

Hotaru Hoshino lay on her side, her head resting on his lap, lost in thought.

Haruhiko could only be thankful that the carpet was big enough.

After resting for a while, Hotaru Hoshino took out her phone and held the screen up to him.

There's a sentence above that asks, "What are the family rules?"

Haruhiko gritted his teeth, feeling that he really should re-establish his authority as a brother-in-law.

He picked up Hoshino Hotaru, then turned her around so that her back was to him, and placed his large hand down on her.

"These are the family rules!"

Haruhiko patted the camera again as he spoke.

Well, it feels good.

Although she isn't exactly voluptuous, she appears firm due to long-term exercise.

The buttocks are like the legs.

Hotaru Hoshino remained silent and did not use her phone.

A few minutes later, Haruhiko realized he had gone too far.

He picked up Hoshino Hotaru again, but when he saw her slightly flushed face, he suddenly froze.

This was the first time he had seen a normal expression on her face.

He had assumed that there would be no other expression besides indifference.

In this situation, why are you blushing? Is there something wrong?

Hotaru Hoshino didn't explain, but wrapped her arms around his neck, leaned in, and pressed herself close to him.

Haruhiko reached out, feeling the gentle touch on her lips, and gently stroked her head.

After getting a moment to speak, he said, "Sorry."

Hoshino Hotaru shook his head.

Haruhiko looked at her pretty face, slightly flushed, which was quite adorable.

It was a view I had never seen before.

However, it didn't last long before returning to normal.

Haruhiko was even tempted to ask her what the reason was.

But something still doesn't feel quite right.

What if it's her interest?

The two did not speak, but simply embraced tightly.

After an unknown amount of time, Haruhiko's phone rang.

He glanced at it; it belonged to Tsuchimikado Mari.

"Hotaru, let me take you home."

Haruhiko said, "I have something to do later."

Hoshino Hotaru nodded.

Her longing over the past few days melted away in her mouth after seeing him.

Without that urgency, she really should go home.

Otherwise, her sister would get suspicious.

It would be even more troublesome if they were discovered to have stolen her clothes.

The two returned to the small villa that Hoshino Rin rented at the University of Tokyo.

Haruhiko glanced around; there seemed to be no one there.

He thought back and realized that Hoshino Rin seemed to have a lot of classes today.

No wonder Hotaru Hoshino dares to wear her sister's clothes and frolic in public.

As for why it's said to be Hoshino Rin's clothes?

This is a no-brainer.

In theory, the University of Tokyo's uniforms cannot be purchased outside of the university.

Okay, see you next time.

Haruhiko looked down at Hoshino Hotaru and said.

She immediately tiptoed, brought her mouth close to his, and wouldn't let go.

The world has become quite gentle.

It was as if it were just the two of them, and the wind blowing by.

The sight of Hotaru Hoshino so close stirred a flutter in Haruhiko's heart.

He suddenly noticed a faint blush on her face.

Why is that?

As Haruhiko remained puzzled, Hoshino Hotaru released her grip.

She moved her lips slightly, then turned and walked towards the little house.

It's the word "goodbye".

Haruhiko couldn't help but smile, then turned around and suddenly jumped in fright.

He saw Tsuchimikado Mari standing with her arms crossed, staring at him.

"Mari-neechan, when did you arrive?"

Haruhiko suddenly felt a little awkward.

He discovered that this Shiranui seemed to have a habit of spying.

"just."

Tsuchimikado Mari's lips curled slightly, whether in mockery or praise, as she said, "Not bad, you single-handedly dealt with the two heirs of Izumo Shrine."

"You knew she was Hoshino Hotaru?"

Haruhiko was slightly taken aback, somewhat surprised, and asked, "How did you recognize it?"

"A person's soul and aura remain unchanged, regardless of their appearance."

Mari Tsuchimikado said calmly, "Hoshino Hotaru and Hoshino Rin only look alike."

"Is this a skill that only a fifth-tier psionicist can possess?"

Haruhiko couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Ah."

Mari Tsuchimikado nodded slightly and said, "But not all of the fifth tier, only some."

"As expected of Mari-neechan."

Haruhiko immediately praised, "That's really amazing."

"My strengths go far beyond this."

Tsuchimikado Mari leaned forward slightly, her delicate face and the majestic snow-capped mountains magnified before Haruhiko's eyes.

He blinked subconsciously, already prepared to be forced to accept it.

You'll find out when you have the chance.

Tsuchimikado Mari suddenly stopped, a slight smile playing on her lips, and said, "Get in the car now."

Haruhiko was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

This wicked woman really knows how to torment people.

"Well."

The next moment, Haruhiko's mouth was covered.

A rich aroma wafted into my nose.

Furthermore, Tsuchimikado Mari's domineering behavior resembles that of a female CEO.

Haruhiko was held in her arms and unable to struggle.

A few minutes later, the two separated.

Mari Tsuchimikado exhaled, her red lips shimmering with a glistening luster.

She chuckled softly and said, "Snap out of it, get in the car."

Haruhiko followed behind her and got into the passenger seat.

He glanced at Tsuchimikado Mari.