Tokyo: Starting with the Shrine Maiden

That last sentence had a feeling of confessing one's feelings.

It gave him a strange flutter in his heart.

However, marrying Hoshino Rin will be very difficult.

As far as he knew, there were no male priests at Izumo Shrine.

Haruhiko suddenly raised an eyebrow.

Without males, where would the offspring come from?

Izumo Shrine must hold a great secret.

Curiosity is one thing, but it's not something Haruhiko can inquire about right now.

However, he had a cheat code and wasn't worried at all.

The two walked out of the Tokyo Dome.

A familiar car was already waiting at the entrance.

"Haruhiko-kun, see you next week."

Hoshino Rin got into the car, a smile playing on her lips, and said, "I'm very happy today."

Haruhiko waved to her and watched her walk away.

She was going back to Izumo Shrine, which wasn't on her way.

Haruhiko took a taxi and arrived home a few minutes later.

He had just taken out his keys when the door opened.

Yukihime, dressed in her pajamas, smiled and hugged him.

Her delicate body was drawn into my arms, and a sweet fragrance wafted towards me.

"Have you been at the door the whole time?"

Haruhiko raised his eyebrows in confusion, while reaching out to put his arm around the other person's waist.

"No."

Yukihime shook her head and explained, "It was the snowball I gave you. I can sense when you get close."

Haruhiko breathed a sigh of relief.

He was genuinely worried that the silly Yukihime would do that.

The two people walked into the living room.

Yukihime was barefoot, unlike during the day when she wore black stockings.

Haruhiko glanced at it subconsciously.

Her snow-white instep was arched, and her ten toes were delicate and small, with a hint of pink color faintly visible.

He remembered touching her feet before.

Smooth and delicate.

Moreover, as a yokai, it even has a slight fragrance.

"Are you hungry?"

Xueji pulled him to sit down on the sofa and asked, "Want some late-night snacks?"

"Need not."

Haruhiko glanced at the time; it was already 9 p.m. "We're going back to Inari Shrine tomorrow, so let's get some rest."

"To take a bath."

Yuki tilted her head and said calmly.

Before Haruhiko could even refuse, he was pulled into the bathroom.

The soft, cozy night passed just like that.

The next morning.

Haruhiko felt his arm was particularly sore.

He opened his eyes and saw Xue Ji resting on his head, her light blue eyes gazing at him.

No wonder.

It turns out to be the weight of three heads.

"Good morning."

Yuki patted Haruhiko's head and said, "Get up and eat."

The tactile sensation of caressing has faded away.

Haruhiko sat up and left the room a moment later.

Breakfast consisted of bread and fresh milk.

Yuki rested her chin on her hands, her pretty face slightly flushed, and watched Haruhiko finish the glass of fresh milk.

She bit her lip, lost in thought.

Haruhiko felt her gaze, subconsciously raised his head, and was slightly taken aback.

What's the reaction?

Yukihime looked somewhat restless, and a hint of forbearance appeared on her face.

Is it because you're going back to Inari Shrine?

Haruhiko didn't ask any questions and continued eating.

Breakfast was over quickly.

"I'll call a car."

Haruhiko took out his phone and dialed Jiro Nishijima's number.

Not long after, he and his taxi stopped at the door.

Good morning, Your Excellency.

After greeting everyone, Nishijima Jiro looked at the stunning Yukihime and asked, "Is this your girlfriend?"

"No."

Haruhiko subconsciously shook his head in reply.

Jiro Nishijima was slightly taken aback.

She's not his girlfriend, so why are they being so intimate?

Could she be a sugar daddy/sugar baby?

Jiro Nishijima suddenly felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

Sure enough, he's driving a luxury car.

Haruhiko, unaware of what he was thinking, opened the back door of the car.

He only went in after Yukihime went in.

The taxi started moving.

Yuki shifted her body and pressed herself tightly against Haruhiko.

She rested her head on his shoulder, and their fingers were intertwined.

They're even more like a couple than a real couple.

Jiro Nishijima glanced at the rearview mirror and immediately felt like he'd been force-fed several kilograms of dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection).

He silently opened the car window, faced the cold wind, and sped up.

The taxi stopped at Qingwei Mountain.

Haruhiko paid the bill.

He didn't know why, but he always felt that Jiro Nishijima's gaze towards him was a little strange.

Yukihime looked at Aokiyama, her body trembling slightly, and she subconsciously grabbed Haruhiko's arm.

"Aunt Dongyu isn't scary, you don't need to panic so much."

Seeing this, Haruhiko patted her soft hand and said.

Yuki's eyes brightened slightly, but she still didn't let go of his arm.

This was tough on Haruhiko.

The stone steps leading up the mountain are quite steep.

Yuki-hime hugged him and shook him up and down.

Upon reaching the mountaintop, Haruhiko finally ended his agonizing journey.

He was relieved.