Tokyo: Starting with the Shrine Maiden

After the battle, her clothes were soaked with sweat and tainted with the stench of the sewers, making it unbearable for her.

"Ah."

Haruhiko's situation wasn't much better than hers, so he asked, "How about we get a room?"

He said that because Izumo Shrine is quite far away.

"Book...book a room?"

Rin Hoshino blushed and quickly shook her head, saying, "No need, I'll go back to school."

Haruhiko didn't force it either.

Once they were out of the sewer and on the ground, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

I feel like I've come back to life.

The previous space was cramped and smelly, which was really unbearable.

"I'll call someone over."

Rin Hoshino made a phone call.

Not long after, a car stopped in front of the two of them.

Haruhiko hitched a ride home.

"How did it happen?"

When Yukihime saw him, she felt a pang of heartache.

"dirty."

Haruhiko waved his hand and said.

"What does it matter?"

Yuki still hugged him, completely disregarding his stench.

Haruhiko felt both helpless and touched.

What woman could do that?

It's like something out of a science fiction movie.

"To take a bath."

Yuki let go of him, took his hand, and led him into the bathroom.

Haruhiko consciously lay down in the bathtub.

He closed his eyes.

Silently reciting the admonitions of our ancestors.

Don't look at anything inappropriate.

After a while, the water in the bathtub overflowed.

Haruhiko felt something soft, like a bath sponge, press against him.

He opened his eyes slightly, and all he could see was white.

Haruhiko dared not look any longer and let the bath sponge wash his entire body.

"Okay."

Yuki stood up, her face slightly flushed, and left wrapped in a bath towel.

A moment later, Haruhiko, who had been cheering and waving the flag, let out a breath.

It seems we need to find a way to cure Yukihime's illness.

Otherwise, he'll get sick from holding it in sooner or later.

He opened his eyes and was taken aback when he saw the white lace dress beside him.

It belongs to Yukihime.

Haruhiko got dressed and left the bathroom.

Yukihime was sitting on the sofa, drying her hair.

Noticing his gaze, she awkwardly brought her legs together and asked, "Are you going out again tonight?"

Haruhiko nodded and said, "I promised someone, but it won't affect my return to Inari Shrine tomorrow."

Chapter 29 Shiranui

Takeji Eto is quite fast.

In less than an hour, five million yen had been deposited into the account.

Haruhiko and Hoshino Rin started working on their requests at 2 PM.

An hour was spent searching for the killer and fighting.

After getting home and resting for a while, it was only 3:30.

Yui Tachibana's concert is at 6 PM.

Taking advantage of the free time, Haruhiko went to the Imperial Palace in Bunkyo Ward.

After he presented his authorization, the young woman behind the window gave him a rather surprised look.

I never expected that someone who looks like a high school student could already complete a third-tier commission.

"This is the second-tier spirit tool available for you to choose from."

The young woman took out a list and said.

Takeshi Eto is such a kind person.

Of course, Haruhiko understood that the biggest reason was Hoshino Rin.

He scanned the list and quickly identified a reward.

The second-tier spiritual artifact, the Empty Storage Ring.

Crafted from special gemstones.

Because it is the second level, the space is not particularly large.

It's roughly equivalent to a regular wardrobe.

It is one of the essential artifacts for spellcasters.

It is quite expensive among second-tier spiritual artifacts.

Haruhiko got a good deal.

He put the ring on his left index finger and threw the finished talisman into it, feeling that he finally looked somewhat like a talisman master.

Back to Nanyuan.

Haruhiko opened the door.

Yukihime did not come out to greet her.

He must be cultivating.

Haruhiko glanced at her room as he passed by, and sure enough, it was so.

He withdrew his gaze, did not disturb them, and began his own psychic meditation.

Not long after, he felt the soft flesh pressed against him and smelled the familiar fragrance.

Haruhiko was taken aback.

He could only passively accept Yukihime's kindness.

At five o'clock, Haruhiko opened his eyes.

What came into view was Yukihime's exquisite face.

She wore a pure white sweater, her long, beautiful legs encased in black stockings were taut, and her delicate feet, dangling in the air, had rounded toes that curled slightly.

When she noticed his gaze, her face changed, and she gave him a captivating smile.

"We'll eat later."

Yuki stood up, stood in front of him with her legs together, and ruffled his hair.

The delicate fragrance has faded into the distance.

Haruhiko stared blankly at Yukihime's curvaceous back.

A moment later, the phone started vibrating.

It was an investigation report sent by Hoshino Rin.

It was none other than Ōmiya Naotsune.

He is a 42-year-old taxi driver from a modest background. His wife passed away from illness last year.

Based on the information, he is an ordinary working person.