Tokyo: Starting with the Shrine Maiden

Why do all you aunties like getting physical checkups?

He still remembers what Jinguji Fuyumi said before, that your health isn't good.

One day, I will return it to her properly.

Haruhiko sat on the sofa.

Tachibana Yui went around behind him and touched his head with her small hands.

A moment later, she let out a soft exclamation.

It's actually a pure Yang body?

Such abundant yang energy is truly rare.

“You are indeed suited to be a priest.”

Tachibana Yui let go of his hand, sat down next to him, and said.

Leaving aside the demons, non-physical monsters make up the majority of all the monsters.

Haruhiko's constitution means he has no need to fear spirits.

Combined with the priest's Holy Light series of spells, it's a true nemesis.

It can save you at least half the time and effort compared to others.

Tachibana Yui originally planned to have him switch to the profession of Onmyoji.

But now it seems that it doesn't have to be that complicated.

It is worth mentioning that, under normal circumstances, a psionicist cannot have two professions.

Because the pathways of psionic energy circulation can cause conflicts.

But there are exceptions.

"Come over for dinner."

Tsuchimikado Mari appeared in the living room carrying dishes.

She had already changed her clothes.

A sheer black spaghetti strap dress paired with nude silk stockings.

Her graceful figure was even more prominent.

As she walked, her fair thighs were faintly visible beneath her skirt.

It drew Haruhiko's attention to investigate further.

"Mari, don't wear clothes like this next time!"

Tachibana Yui had a headache and said through gritted teeth.

"Any questions?"

"I asked Tsuchimikado Mari with a cold face."

"Of course."

Tachibana Yui took a deep breath and said, "Now that there's a child in the family, you can't be too casual."

I'm not a child!

Haruhiko screamed in his heart.

But Tachibana Yui clearly doesn't think so.

A smile flickered in Tsuchimikado Mari's eyes. She put down her chopsticks and said, "I'll go change it now."

Haruhiko immediately felt it was a pity.

Soon, Tsuchimikado Mari reappeared, now wearing a jacket.

Dinner officially began.

Although there were only three people, the event was extremely rich in content.

Tachibana Yui was afraid that Haruhiko wouldn't get any food, so she kept piling food onto his plate.

They only let him go when he was completely unable to eat anymore.

"Really not staying?"

Tachibana Yui looked aggrieved, but her eyes were full of expectation as she asked.

"Feel sorry."

Haruhiko felt a pang of guilt.

But the embrace of home is clearly warmer and more generous.

"no need to say sorry."

Tachibana Yui lowered her head and said softly, "I understand."

She looked just like an abandoned stray cat.

Haruhiko patted her head and said, "I'll be back soon."

Tachibana Yui stiffened, her face flushing slightly.

"I've told you! Don't touch my head without permission!"

She looked away and emphasized.

"This is just a farewell gesture."

Haruhiko said, making things up.

A moment later, he couldn't help but chuckle.

He didn't believe it himself.

Tachibana Yui took a step back, remained silent for two seconds, and said, "Remember to call me before you come."

Haruhiko nodded and said earnestly, "I will."

He turned and got into the car.

"Young master."

Tsuchimikado Mari knelt before him once again.

“Mari-neechan, you really don’t need to call me that.”

Haruhiko smiled helplessly and said, "Just call me by my name."

"That's my rule."

"It was Tsuchimikado Mari who said calmly."

Haruhiko was slightly startled.

Your rules?

He increasingly felt that she might have some strange fetish.

Forget it, leave her alone.

Haruhiko found a seat anywhere and sat down.

time flies.

Luxury cars stopped in the Nanyuan residential area.

"See you next time, Mari-neechan."

Haruhiko got off the car and soon arrived at his doorstep.

He didn't take the key, and a few seconds later, the door opened.

Yukihime reached out and hugged him.

Haruhiko suddenly felt his face resting on something soft.

He managed to lift his head, and could see those deep blue eyes.

Yukihime's right hand moved upwards, finally gently stroking his head, and she said, "Welcome back."

Haruhiko felt as if he were enveloped in a warm, fleshy sensation, and could only look up at her.

Her expression was gentle, and her red lips shimmered with a faint luster.

Seeing his absent-minded look, Xue Ji couldn't help but smile faintly.

After a long while, the two parted ways.

Yukihime breathed heavily, her chest heaving with each gasp.

"To take a bath."

Her pretty face flushed as she said, "I don't like the scent of other women on you."

Haruhiko stiffened.

He felt like a cat caught stealing fish.