Tokyo: Starting with the Shrine Maiden

Tsuchimikado Mari gently stroked his face with her fingers and asked.

"Understand."

Haruhiko said earnestly, "I will work hard to cultivate the Fisherman's Song Night Fire and reach the third level as soon as possible."

"I'm waiting for you."

Tsuchimikado Mari smiled faintly, then pressed his head into her lap, "You're really lucky."

Haruhiko hugged her waist and abdomen without saying a word, quietly enjoying the warm feeling.

Mina Utsunomiya stood aside and witnessed the entire loving moment between the two.

She finds it difficult to evaluate, or rather, she doesn't understand.

Haruhiko, a third-order human.

Tsuchimikado Mari, a fifth-tier Great Demon.

It's simply unbelievable that two people would get together.

In her opinion, Haruhiko currently has no merits other than his good looks.

Why would a fifth-tier demon like it?

This is as mythical as a celestial being descending to earth and falling for a shepherd.

"You've been lying down for so long, your legs must be sore and numb."

Tsuchimikado Mari released her grip and casually said, "Mina, give your master a massage."

"Yes."

Mina Utsunomiya snapped out of her daze and immediately replied.

She knelt on the ground, held Haruhiko's feet in her arms, and gently massaged them with her hands.

"How was the trip to the great rivers and mountains?"

Tsuchimikado Mari placed his hand back on her thigh.

"very smooth."

Haruhiko felt that even the emperor didn't receive the same treatment as him.

Tsuchimikado Mari, that's really great.

From then on, he and Yukihime held equal status in his heart.

"Did you buy anything?"

Mari Tsuchimikado asked calmly.

"No."

Haruhiko shook his head and said, "I just helped the teacher buy the item she wanted at the auction."

"Tell me what you want."

Mari Tsuchimikado said nonchalantly, "The Tsuchimikado family does have some money."

"I know."

Haruhiko was taken aback for a moment, then nodded and said.

So what if I'm a kept man?

Anyway, he didn't get away with it for nothing.

After all, Tsuchimikado Mari was also freeloading.

But isn't the Tsuchimikado clan supposed to belong to Tsuchimikado Mashiro?

As a shikigami, it secretly betrayed its master.

"Mari-neechan, let's go back."

Haruhiko rested for a while and regained his energy.

Besides, compared to the repeated tortures Yukihime inflicted by Mina Utsunomiya during her previous massages, it was nothing.

He is now full of enthusiasm and motivation, eager to actively cultivate the Fisherman's Song Night Fire technique.

"Ah."

Mari Tsuchimikado glanced at him.

I know perfectly well what he's thinking.

But she wasn't angry; she just felt like laughing.

"Master, welcome back again."

Mina Utsunomiya knelt down, bowed deeply, her forehead touching the floor, before slowly rising.

She turned and went to the bathroom, picked up her toothbrush, and washed her face expressionlessly.

Today's maid cosplay went fairly smoothly.

She has already given her reasons for lifting the ban.

All that's left is to grind it down slowly.

Men, they can never resist.

Mina Utsunomiya glanced at her own buttocks and immediately broke into a confident smile.

The red sedan left the Hongluan Villa.

Haruhiko sat in the passenger seat, watching the scenery flash by in front of him.

He was in such a good mood that he didn't even care whether there would be a class today.

Mari Tsuchimikado glanced at him but didn't say anything.

When they arrived at the parking lot, as Haruhiko was about to leave, she grabbed his arm.

"What's wrong, Mari-neechan?"

He turned to look at her.

"I'm a little annoyed that you liked Utsunomiya Mina's massages so much before."

Tsuchimikado Mari got out of the car, closed the door, opened the passenger door, and then got back into the car.

The two of them huddled together, able to feel each other's breath.

But soon, Haruhiko saw no trace of her.

He gasped, as if he had become an unfinished piece of porcelain.

On that pottery wheel, it spins and kneads rapidly.

After a long while, he got out of the car, holding onto the door.

"Can I come upstairs?"

Tsuchimikado Mari's lips curled slightly, a faint sheen shimmering on them.

It wasn't red, but rather the pale white sunlight of dusk.

"of course can."

Haruhiko said defiantly.

"Well."

Tsuchimikado Mari said while buttoning her clothes, "I'm going to take a shower; I'm a little tired today."

She disappeared without a trace as she spoke.

Haruhiko was already used to it.

He took a deep breath and left the underground parking garage.

When he reached the door, he opened it, took off his shoes, and entered the living room.

"Auntie Mashiro".

Haruhiko stopped in front of the sofa.

"Are you in danger?"

Tachibana Yui remained calm and asked in a composed tone.

She also knew that Haruhiko had gone to the Oeyama auction.

"No."

After answering, Haruhiko added, "Aunt Mashiro, I'm going upstairs to train."

"Aren't you going to rest for a while?"

Tachibana Yui paused for a moment, then asked.

"Need not."

Haruhiko went upstairs.