Tokyo: Starting with the Shrine Maiden

cough cough.

Haruhiko put aside his overly offensive thoughts and carried Hoshino Hotaru to the rooftop.

There are so many people on campus, you never know who might recognize Hoshino Rin.

That would be difficult to explain.

Upon reaching the rooftop, Haruhiko put Hoshino Hotaru down and laid out a carpet.

"Let me know before you come next time."

Haruhiko pinched her soft little face and said.

Even if she transforms into a strange and grotesque form, it still doesn't diminish her cuteness.

"Ah."

Hotaru Hoshino silently agreed.

"That's what a good girl should be like."

Haruhiko nodded in satisfaction.

The main problem is that she attacks from time to time, which is really dangerous.

"Family rules".

Hotaru Hoshino blinked and said.

"...?"

Haruhiko was immediately puzzled.

There's something wrong with you.

"My sister told me to apologize to you."

Hotaru Hoshino stood up, then nestled in his arms and said again, "Family rules."

Haruhiko raised an eyebrow and slapped her bottom.

He couldn't resist such provocation.

But since she was his sister-in-law, he stopped there.

A few minutes later, he picked her up again.

Hotaru Hoshino's pretty face was as red as an apple, and then she left his embrace.

Haruhiko looked up at her, somewhat puzzled.

Hotaru Hoshino took off her shoes, revealing her small feet covered in white socks.

She stepped forward, slowly bent down, and silently asked, "Brother-in-law, do my tabi socks look good?"

Haruhiko swallowed hard and nodded.

The future was suddenly enveloped in holy light.

Haruhiko stared at the pair of tabi socks, speechless for a moment.

The young man suffered another massive blow today.

Perhaps, this is life.

Ups and downs are the norm.

"Brother-in-law, I'm tired, give me a massage."

At noon, Hoshino Hotaru shifted her body and placed her bare feet in his arms.

"Ah."

Haruhiko reached out and gently massaged her delicate feet.

Hotaru Hoshino closed her eyes and lay down on the carpet.

Soon, even breathing could be heard.

Haruhiko glanced at her and realized that Hoshino Hotaru was ultimately human, not a yokai.

In terms of physical strength, he is far inferior to him.

A moment later, he put down those delicate, girlish feet and held Hoshino Hotaru in his arms.

The two of them drifted off to sleep.

After waking up, Haruhiko checked the time and realized he had slept for about half an hour.

not bad.

The best time for an afternoon nap.

If it's too long, it will feel tiring.

Hotaru Hoshino woke up, but she didn't want to leave, so she stayed in bed.

Haruhiko reached out and ruffled her hair, saying, "Be good, listen to me."

Hotaru Hoshino pouted and pointed with her finger, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Haruhiko stepped forward and began to give him a verbal lecture.

A few minutes later, Hotaru Hoshino finally admitted her mistake and obediently got up.

"I have something to do this afternoon, so I can't keep you company."

Haruhiko said.

Although he always gives off a "scumbag" vibe, he genuinely can't afford to waste too much time.

Hotaru Hoshino took out new white socks, put them on, and nodded.

The two people left the rooftop.

Haruhiko first took her home, and then went to Tachibana Yui's house to make talismans.

But for some reason, he saw her double again.

After being patted on the head, he wrote down Tachibana Yui's sinful act in his notebook.

He felt it was a great pity that Tsuchimikado Mari didn't teach him today.

Five thousand words.

Chapter 174: Unknown Train Instructions and Breakfast

The next morning.

Haruhiko stood by the window, breathing in the fresh air.

It had rained before, but now there's no trace of it.

The sky was a bright blue, indicating that today's weather would be sunny.

Haruhiko stretched and went to the bathroom to wash up.

He glanced at the pile of clothes placed not far away.

The black stockings on top are quite noticeable.

You can still vaguely see traces of fraying.

Haruhiko couldn't help but smile.

Yukihime, she really is a succubus.

She really understands his preferences too well.

Haruhiko left the bathroom and stopped in his tracks as he passed the kitchen.

Yukihime, wearing a spaghetti strap nightgown, stood in front of the gas stove.

From Haruhiko's angle, you can see her slightly upturned buttocks and her long, flowing silver hair.

He pushed open the door, walked in, and reached out to hug her waist.

Because the pajamas were so thin, he could even feel her abs.

"Good morning."

Yuki turned to look at him and gave him a gentle smile.

They looked at each other for two seconds before looking away.

She cooked ramen today.

Haruhiko straightened up slightly, resting his chin on her shoulder, and could see the situation inside the pot.

But soon his gaze drifted downwards, catching sight of snow-white skin and alluring curves.

I'm a little thirsty.

Haruhiko swallowed hard and said.