Tokyo: Starting with the Shrine Maiden

It's the same as changing clothes at the Inari Shrine before.

"Don't want to?"

Jinguji Fuyumi asked again.

"willing."

Haruhiko answered quickly.

He went into the fitting room and closed the door.

Only a shocked young woman was left outside.

There are lights in the fitting room.

But what's even more dazzling is Jinguji Fuyumi's snow-white skin and voluptuous figure.

Haruhiko swallowed.

It must be said that the beautiful scenery before my eyes is truly indescribable.

Jinguji Fuyumi's fox-like eyes are captivating, but her stunning face remains expressionless.

A strong sense of contrast made Haruhiko think of two words: pure desire.

Jinguji Fuyumi looked at him, or more accurately, observed his reaction.

She noticed that Haruhiko's reaction at this moment was similar to when he had seen Yukihime before.

"You like me."

Jinguji Fuyumi spoke calmly.

This is the second time she has said those four words today.

But the first time it was a question, now it's a statement.

Haruhiko opened his mouth, unsure what to say, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded.

Jinguji Fuyumi didn't say anything more and started putting on her cheongsam.

The pink cheongsam was extremely form-fitting, perfectly showcasing her figure, especially her waist.

"very nice."

Haruhiko looked him up and down and said.

"Then let's buy this one."

"It was a soft voice from Jinguji Fuyumi," she said.

She took off her cheongsam again and put on a kimono.

Haruhiko opened the door and paid the bill amidst the young woman's somewhat strange gaze.

But after making such a long trip, it would be too stingy to just buy one cheongsam.

He went to another store and bought a dress, an evening gown, a kimono, and a swimsuit.

Finally, he arrived at a high-end shoe store.

Jinguji Fuyumi sat in a chair.

Haruhiko then picked up a pair of high heels and squatted down in front of her.

He didn't ask any more questions.

Because every time I asked before, I got the same answer.

Jinguji Fuyumi was like a puppet without any opinions, letting him do whatever he wanted.

Of course, she wasn't a doll; she just didn't care.

Haruhiko reached out and supported her heel, watching her delicate toes disappear into her high heels.

He couldn't help but nod. That's really good.

She's beautiful, so she looks good in anything.

Haruhiko then changed her into another pair of high heels.

Jinguji Fuyumi stood up.

She was already tall, but now she looks even taller.

Among the people Haruhiko knows, only Tachibana Yui's stand-in can compare.

Jinguji Fuyumi slightly lifted the hem of her kimono, revealing her fair calves and the high heels she had just put on.

She took two steps and said, "It's inconvenient."

Haruhiko was taken aback, but then he understood the reason.

It was her first time wearing high heels, so naturally she wasn't used to it.

"High heels are generally worn on special occasions."

Haruhiko explained, "For example, it can be paired with an evening gown to attend a formal party."

"Is that so?"

Jinguji Fuyumi sat down again, slightly raised her foot, and said, "Take off your shoes."

Haruhiko reached out, holding the high heel in one hand and her ankle in the other, and took the high heel off.

"You like it?"

Jinguji Fuyumi looked down at him, somewhat puzzled, and asked, "Why does your heart beat faster because of this?"

"..."

Haruhiko was stunned.

If I keep observing, I'll have no secrets left.

At that moment, he remembered the teachings of Tsuchimikado Mari.

In short, three words: shameless.

Haruhiko said in a serious tone, "If you like someone, you will like every part of her."

Jinguji Fuyumi seemed to be deep in thought upon hearing this.

She was thinking of Yukihime.

At home, no matter how much Haruhiko misbehaved, she could tolerate it and fulfill all his excessive demands.

So this is what liking someone is like?

Jinguji Fuyumi felt she was getting closer and closer to the real answer.

She believes that if she could completely let go like Yuki, she might be able to find the possibility of advancing.

"Let's buy these three pairs of shoes."

Haruhiko stood up, picked up all the high heels beside him, and after paying the bill, he received three exquisite paper bags.

The two returned to the Utsunomiya family's building, but instead of meeting Utsunomiya Mina, they drove off.

"Aunt Dongyu."

Haruhiko glanced at the sky and said, "Let's go back to Nanyuan tonight."

Jinguji Tougo suddenly felt a pang of reluctance.

Returning to Nanyuan would mean the end of their time alone together.

She would no longer be able to experience emotions.

Jinguji Fuyu tilted her head.

Haruhiko once said that liking someone is about getting and possessing them.

I seem to be showing this tendency myself now.

After a moment of silence, Jinguji Fuyumi nodded slightly.

Upon seeing this, Haruhiko drove to the University of Tokyo.

We drove in silence, the only sound the streetlights flashing past the car window.

Upon arriving at the South Garden parking lot, Haruhiko got out of the car.

"Aunt Dongyu."

He opened the back door and took out bags of clothes and high heels, asking, "Do you have any spatial artifacts?"

"Have."

Jinguji Fuyumi raised her hand, and a stream of spiritual energy flowed through it, causing everything to disappear.

She is a fifth-tier psychic, so it's unbelievable that she doesn't have a spatial artifact.

Haruhiko closed the car door and locked the car.

Because she was going home, Jinguji Fuyuko transformed back into a white fox.

"Aunt Dongyu, is this considered your demon form?"