Tokyo: Starting with the Shrine Maiden

Haruhiko said somewhat guiltily.

"Ah."

Yuki said softly, "Don't overwork yourself."

Haruhiko felt even more ashamed.

"Come over for dinner."

Just then, Tsuchimikado Mari's voice suddenly rang out.

Before Haruhiko could hang up the phone, his eyelids twitched, and he felt that something bad was about to happen.

"Go eat."

Yukihime's tone remained unchanged.

The chat ends.

Haruhiko was stunned; that was probably just his imagination.

He let out a breath and went to the dining table.

Since there were only two of us, the food wasn't much, but it was still quite plentiful.

Miso soup, braised beef tendon, chicken meatballs, and rice.

Chapter 288 Snow Princess's Counterattack

After dinner, Haruhiko didn't rush to discuss any techniques or feelings with Tsuchimikado Mari.

It's still a bit early before bedtime.

In his past life, he was a night owl, often going to bed after midnight.

As a psionicist in this life, I have developed a good daily routine.

Aside from encountering a succubus at night.

It was only seven o'clock, and Haruhiko decided to continue his training.

But it's not a spell, it's the Snow Woman's Breathing Technique.

As the saying goes, "If you want to do something well, you must first have the right tools."

After washing the dishes, Tsuchimikado Mari came to the living room and saw Haruhiko sitting on the carpet in a strange pose.

Holding his feet with both hands, his body arched, he resembled a roly-poly toy.

She couldn't help but smile.

Haruhiko had practiced it before, so she recognized it as the Yuki-onna Breathing Technique.

Mari Tsuchimikado did not disturb them.

She returned to her room and opened the wardrobe.

What should I wear tonight?

Tsuchimikado Mari is quite familiar with Haruhiko's preferences.

An idea came to me on the spot.

A black lace nightgown.

Tsuchimikado Mari sat on the edge of the bed, put on black stockings, and then changed into a nightgown.

The combat equipment was thus formed.

All that's left is to wait for Haruhiko to finish his training.

She returned to the living room.

Haruhiko glanced at it and almost made a mistake.

This nightgown is really nice; it's subtly revealing, almost like you're wearing something but not quite.

With large areas of skin exposed to the air, he felt somewhat dizzy.

"I'm going to take a shower."

Mari Tsuchimikado was pleased with his reaction and said with a faint smile, "Then I'll wait for you in the room."

Haruhiko only breathed a sigh of relief after she left.

Fortunately, he was a player, so there's no such thing as going mad from practicing magic.

If this were a world of cultivation, he would probably die on the spot.

Haruhiko continued his training.

Two hours later, he collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

My whole body feels like it's about to fall apart.

But soon, it was replaced by comfort.

The effects of the cultivation have become apparent.

Haruhiko underwent a small transformation.

If you do this once a day, you can reach the fourth level of the Snow Woman Breathing Technique in less than a month.

At that time, he will truly possess the body of a fourth-tier great demon.

Apart from Yukihime and Tsuchimikado Mari, he no longer needs to fear anyone.

As for Jinguji Fuyumi and Tsuchimikado Mashiro, since they haven't fought each other, their fates remain unknown.

After resting for a while, Haruhiko got up.

After exercising, I was covered in sweat, so naturally I took a shower, and then went to sleep.

The image of Tsuchimikado Mari's nightgown flashed through his mind again.

Suppressing his urgency, he went to the bathroom.

Haruhiko released hot water, and immediately steam filled the air.

He was about to take off his clothes and get into the bathtub when he was suddenly hugged.

It was so sudden that he was startled.

After realizing what was happening, he suddenly froze.

A familiar fragrance filled the air.

"Guess who I am?"

Her voice was very gentle, just like her soft body.

It's Yukihime.

Haruhiko was stunned.

There was some confusion for a moment.

How come she is here?

Could it be Tsuchimikado Mari transformed?

No, probably not.

Given her personality, and the fact that she and Yukihime didn't get along, it was even less likely that she would transform into her appearance.

Therefore, it was indeed Yukihime herself.

Can't guess?

The voice sounded again.

However, there was a hint of resentment beneath the gentleness.

"Of course I know who it is."

Haruhiko took her hands in his, turned around, and faced her.

His eyes lit up.

Yukihime was also wearing a nightgown, a pure white silk camisole, with very little fabric used at the collar.

However, Tsuchimikado Mari's nightgown is still more revealing.

But that doesn't mean Yukihime is inferior.

A white nightgown with white stockings is paired with a black nightgown with black stockings.

Haruhiko is finding it difficult to make a choice.

"when did you come?"

Of course, now is not the time to evaluate nightgowns; there is a more important issue to address.

That was Yukihime's goal.