Tokyo: Starting with the Shrine Maiden

Thinking of this, she sighed.

Since Tsuchimikado Mari was busy, Haruhiko didn't bother her any further and instead took a taxi home by himself.

As soon as I reached the door, it opened automatically.

It is Yukihime wearing a sports vest.

She must have practiced the Snow Woman Breathing Technique for a long time; there were light beads of sweat on her fair skin, and the hair on her forehead was stuck together.

But it doesn't diminish her beauty at all; on the contrary, it adds to her allure.

"Welcome home."

Yuki reached out and touched his head, saying, "I'm sweaty, so I won't hug you."

"It's ok."

Haruhiko put his arm around her and said, "Anyway, I'm used to it."

I sweat a lot, sometimes even more at night.

"You smell nice again."

Yuki-hime sniffed, like a detective, and analyzed, "It has a vaguely strong nature, so it should be Shiranui."

"..."

Haruhiko's smile froze instantly.

You can recognize this?

"You."

Xueji poked his face with her finger and said, "It seems I need to advance quickly, otherwise you'll be taken away."

"Aren't you angry?"

Haruhiko, realizing what he had just said, couldn't help but ask.

"I told you before, I don't care what you do outside."

Yukihime sighed softly and said, "With your constitution, it would be abnormal if you didn't provoke monsters."

Haruhiko nodded in agreement.

He testified that it was not him who was philandering; they all came to him willingly.

"Luckily, I got there first."

Yukihime smiled gently again and said, "You've already been eaten by me."

"Advancing to the fourth tier must be very difficult, right?"

Haruhiko and she looked at each other for a moment, then Haruhiko said, "You don't need to rush, lest something go wrong."

"Yes, it's difficult."

Xueji leaned forward slightly, cheek to cheek with his, "Even with your help, the success rate isn't 100%."

Haruhiko's gaze naturally fell upon the deep valleys of the snow-capped mountains.

In normal progression, the challenge comes from one's state of mind.

He couldn't offer Yuki any more help.

The only thing I can do is work hard at night.

"come in."

Yuki let go of his hand, squatted down, and helped him take off his shoes.

Haruhiko waited for her to get up, then took her hand and led her into the living room.

Bai Shuang glanced at it from the sofa, then ignored it and watched TV with He Quan.

During this period, perhaps out of boredom, it often watched things like magical girls.

Haruhiko suspected that Izumi had contaminated it.

But thinking about it carefully, it really hasn't been doing anything lately.

"I bought fruit."

Yukihime pressed Haruhiko down on the sofa and said, "I'll go get it now."

She went to the kitchen and soon brought out a plate of strawberries.

It's freshly washed and looks quite moisturized.

Yuki wiggled her bottom and sat in Haruhiko's lap. She picked up a strawberry, took a bite, and then offered it to him.

The two of them each ate half.

"what about the taste?"

Yukihime licked her red lips and asked.

"very good."

Haruhiko spoke the truth.

Real strawberries and fake strawberries, double the joy.

he likes.

Haruhiko hugged Yukihime. Her vest was quite tight but still elastic, and it was easy to fit a hand inside.

"bad guy."

Yuki rolled her eyes at him, but didn't seem to care.

Because I've been used to it for a long time.

Bai Shuang, however, couldn't stand the two of them being so affectionate, so she jumped off the sofa and went back to her room.

Izumi covered her face and peeked through her fingers, secretly memorizing the movements.

The whole plate of strawberries was eaten.

"Come on, come into the house with me."

Yukihime's icy blue eyes had melted. She pulled Haruhiko into the room and began practicing the Yuki-onna Breathing Technique.

The next day, early in the morning.

A light rain began to fall, making it quite cool.

Haruhiko changed his clothes, glanced out the window, and immediately felt refreshed.

He left the room and went to the kitchen.

Yukihime is cooking.

He recalled the red pattern on her waist and abdomen last night and couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder.

Because it can change.

Especially after being stimulated by external factors.

Haruhiko quickly banished his chaotic thoughts.

If it gets out of control, it will waste even more time.

After washing up, he sat down at the dining table to wait.

A few moments later, a fresh breakfast was ready.

It's a sandwich.

Yuki untied her apron, revealing that she was only wearing pajamas, and sat down opposite him.

They would help him chew and serve him fresh milk from time to time.

After eating, Haruhiko packed his schoolbag and prepared to go to school.

He waited at the door for a while until Yuki came out.

"Take the umbrella with you."

Yuki glanced at the gray sky and said, "It might rain heavily."

"Ah."

Haruhiko took the umbrella, kissed her on the cheek, and said, "Wait for me to come back."

He left Nanyuan, but after taking only a few steps, he suddenly stopped.

A familiar figure stood before me.

Momoka Utsunomiya.

She was dressed in black mourning clothes, holding a black umbrella, her face devoid of its usual smile, only showing signs of weariness.

She didn't participate in the battle at the Takamagahara ruins; she was left behind to guard the Utsunomiya clan.

But who would have thought that they would lose so badly?

For the past few days, the Utsunomiya and Yagyu clans have been holding funerals.