Tokyo: Starting with the Shrine Maiden

If I were to invest a few hundred million more, I might be able to attract quite a few beautiful female demons.

cough cough.

However, this method should not be used too often.

We can only take it one step at a time.

"Are you under a spell?"

Haruhiko remembered what he had asked Tsuchimikado Mari to do and asked.

"Ah."

Mina Utsunomiya immediately replied, "I can no longer use any magic spells; I am no different from an ordinary person."

Haruhiko nodded slightly.

This is more reassuring.

"Owner."

Mina Utsunomiya took his arm, parted her red lips slightly, fed him a sip of lemonade, and then slowly said, "I know you don't believe me, but I really won't hurt you."

"Since you know I don't trust you, then don't say things like that."

Haruhiko smacked his lips and said.

"Now I am a weak woman, dealing with various powerful forces. If I don't have the strength, it's easy for me to run into trouble."

As Mina Utsunomiya spoke, she held his arm and gently massaged it, looking at him with pitiful yet affectionate eyes.

Whether it's voice, body language, or eye contact, everything is used to its fullest potential.

Anyone else would have been completely infatuated and willing to be their dog.

But Haruhiko didn't want to be a dog; he wanted to be the master.

He chuckled and turned to be a climber.

"It's alright, with Tsuchimikado here, there won't be any problems for the time being."

The majestic snow-capped mountain swayed constantly, as if an avalanche was about to occur at any moment.

Mina Utsunomiya felt helpless, but her face flushed slightly.

At the same time, she gently bit her lip, her eyes filled with tears, trying to soften Haruhiko.

"You're an Onmyoji, how strong is your body at the fourth rank?"

Haruhiko paused, then asked, "Is it the same as a fourth-tier demon body?"

"Not as good as it."

Mina Utsunomiya's voice trembled slightly as she replied, "Perhaps a fraction stronger than a third-tier demon body."

"I see."

Haruhiko was thoughtful.

In that case, he might be able to regain his pride by dealing with Mina Utsunomiya.

Losing to Yukihime is fine, but losing to a bad woman is not so good.

Do you need my help?

Mina Utsunomiya glanced at it and said, suppressing her disgust.

"Okay."

Haruhiko immediately lay down on the sofa and said, "I am indeed a little tired."

Why play ball when you can enjoy a massage?

Mina Utsunomiya took a deep breath and slightly adjusted her maid dress.

She parted her red lips slightly and said, "If there's anything wrong, Master, you can point it out."

The next second, she was temporarily unable to speak and began to massage seriously.

Haruhiko relaxed his body, lazily glanced at her stunning yet slightly distorted face, and said nothing more.

He thought to himself that this kind of life was really good.

Haruhiko closed his eyes, feeling quite comfortable.

After her last training session, Mina Utsunomiya's massage skills improved by leaps and bounds.

Actually, it's not surprising that someone at the fourth level would possess such learning abilities.

However, he has only grasped one aspect of it now; the rest is completely unknown.

I should help her out sometime when I have the chance.

After an unknown amount of time, Haruhiko shuddered and woke up.

Mina Utsunomiya coughed a few times, her squinty eyes returned to normal, she smiled, her mouth slightly open, and said, "Master."

Just then, a sound came from upstairs.

The high heels clicked crisply on the floor.

Haruhiko already knew who it was.

"What a bad guy."

Tsuchimikado Mari came downstairs, crossed her arms, and asked, "Did I ruin your good time?"

"Mari-neechan".

Haruhiko raised his head and said, "Not at all, you can come anytime."

"is it?"

Tsuchimikado Mari glanced at the menacing thug and scoffed, "What's the use of sweet talk?"

Mina Utsunomiya bit her lip, her brows furrowing slightly; there was a certain smell about her.

Having lived in Kabukicho for many years, she could tell at a glance that Tsuchimikado Mari was a little jealous.

This is truly absurd.

"I'm taking action!"

Haruhiko quickly stood up, pulled up his pants, walked over to her, took her hand, and said, "Mari-neechan, come and sit down, your legs hurt from standing."

As he spoke, he glanced at her long, beautiful legs encased in black stockings.

It's practically food grade.

Mari Tsuchimikado noticed his gaze, stepped forward, and stepped on his foot with her high heels.

Haruhiko took a light breath.

Of course, it doesn't hurt.

"Mari-neechan, why did you come down from up there?"

Haruhiko knelt down in front of her, helped her take off her high heels, and instructed, "Mina, put them on the shoe cabinet."

"Yes, Master."

Mina Utsunomiya accepted it with both hands and walked towards the entrance.

"Can't I come down from up there?"

Tsuchimikado Mari's lips curled slightly as she asked, "Do you have a problem with that?"

"of course not."

Qingyan sat down next to her, his hands naturally resting on her black-stockinged thighs. "This is my home, but it's also my sister's home."

He gently kneaded it, feeling the fleshy texture and the feel of the stockings.

"I like this sentence."

Tsuchimikado Mari flicked his forehead with her finger. "From now on, this will be our home."

If Aunt Mashiro knew, she'd probably be furious.

Of course, Haruhiko dared not say it aloud.

But thinking about it carefully, it's quite exciting.

But when will I truly become the head of the household?

Just then, Tsuchimikado Mari suddenly lowered her head and covered Haruhiko's mouth with her lips.

She only stopped after the lipstick had completely disappeared, and then slowly slid it across her face to her ear.

You can do whatever you want.

Tsuchimikado Mari let out a breath and said softly, "But I can't be ranked after Utsunomiya Mina."

The warm breath made Haruhiko feel a little itchy.

But he had no time to pay attention to what she said, and instead stared at her with a look of surprise.

"Don't you understand?"