My daily life of exorcising demons and falling in love with a witch.

"Phew...this curry is so delicious!"

Erina patted her bulging belly and breathed a satisfied sigh of relief.

"Yixing, you've worked hard! As a reward, you can help me grind some Tuanzi World."

"Yes, yes." Yixing said, both amused and exasperated, "But this hardly counts as a reward. It's more like a grind."

"Playing with such a cute little dumpling is definitely a reward, right?" Erina left her phone on the dining table. "Is the bathwater ready?"

"Of course, Miss."

"Okay, I'm going to take a shower!" Erina got off the chair and stretched. "I worked so hard today! I ran more than I did during my entire vacation."

"You didn't even run four hundred meters! Not even a lap!"

After taking a bath, the young lady watched some cartoons and then played games.

After finishing the event, Yoshiyuki played with her and reminded Erina at 11:30 p.m. to cast a spell and pray to solidify the seal of the Gate of the Underworld before going to bed.

"Huh? It's only this early, there's no need for that." Erina was very reluctant: "I'll stabilize the seal, but I shouldn't go to sleep until after 2:30, right? I don't want to go to sleep so early."

"Young lady, we still have to deal with Shuten-dōji tomorrow." Yoshiyuki tried to use this excuse to persuade her to go to bed early.

However, Erina wasn't fooled. She complained that by the time the shops opened and Shuten-dōji heard the news and went to buy sake before drinking it, the sun would be high in the sky. There was absolutely no need to get up so early.

That's true, so Yixing really couldn't persuade him anymore.

He could only play games with Erina—he could participate in games that could be played locally, but he could only watch from the sidelines in single-player games.

Yixing didn't even buy his own game console.

Because of games that don't support local multiplayer, the two players often take turns controlling the game.

Or, he could just watch the young lady play and constantly discuss the game with her—Erina really enjoyed having Yoshiyuki watch, saying that it made her feel more interesting and accomplished.

Whether you play terribly and get criticized, or you make amazing plays and get praised, it all becomes very fun because you have friends around.

Of course, Yixing also thinks so.

Now, he sits on the sofa, watching Sekiro on TV as he clashes with his adoptive father.

Erina, who was orchestrating all of this, leaned against him, pressing her entire weight onto Yoshiyuki.

Holding Erina like that, it's hard for him not to react at all.

Even if he temporarily suppressed that impulse, he would still easily become flustered again by the smooth touch of the young lady's body and that pleasant fragrance.

His mind told him, "No. I have to hold on."

But even the most determined person cannot control every part of their body with their mind. He could only try to shift his thoughts, forcibly focusing his attention on the game as much as possible, hoping to alleviate the natural reaction somewhat.

The young lady must have sensed something was wrong, but she remained as gentle as ever, not exposing Yixing's actions and hurting his pride. She continued to excitedly play the game while shouting like that.

"Yixing, that was close! I almost didn't manage to dodge it!"

"Young Miss, don't dodge that move just now! Blocking it would have caused a huge stun."

"I'm down to my last sliver of health! If I can't hold on, I'm dead—Aaaaaah! I got distracted!"

Seeing the word "death" on the screen, the young lady let out a mournful cry.

Yoshiyuki had to remind her that although they were the only ones living in the house and there was no need to worry about being discovered by the Yoda clan, making noise like that in the middle of the night would disturb the neighbors.

Erina realized she had made a mistake, so she said "Oh," and promised to be more careful next time.

"I just couldn't resist," Erina chuckled. "It's so nice to be alone with just the two of us, it's so easy to relax."

Yi Xing deeply understands this.

Since arriving in this city full of desires with the young lady, he has found it particularly difficult to control his desires.

However, he ultimately held back.

He was very grateful for the young lady's gentleness and kindness.

If she hadn't pretended not to notice, he would have found it difficult to face her.

This is what is meant by a white lie.

After the ceremony, the young lady played until 4 a.m. before finally going to sleep at Yixing's urging.

Before going to bed, she was still reluctant to part with Yixing, saying that she wanted to hear Yixing tell a story.

"Young lady, how old are you that you still need to listen to bedtime stories?" Yixing patted her little head and asked with a smile.

"Anyway, you have to listen." Erina put her arm around his waist and chuckled, "If you don't tell me, I won't let you leave, okay? If you don't want to share a bed with me, tell me a story! Well, this bed is pretty big, though."

Huh? What? It's that fun?

Should I firmly refuse to tell stories?

Yi Xing suddenly had a bold idea.

But in the end, he decided to put away that bold idea and tell her a wonderful story instead.

"Alright, young lady, then I'll tell you a story about the flower of despair. It's perfect for children."

"Oh, that sounds interesting! Tell us, tell us!"

"Yes. Once upon a time, there was a man who liked to wear maroon—no, dark blue suits—and led a resistance against the empire's atrocities. One day, when he came out of his hideout, he found the atmosphere on the street to be strange."

"I get it! There's a monster, right?"

"No, Miss. Actually, it's because the entire street was turned into a trap by the enemy. This man hadn't gone far from his hiding place when a black—no, white luxury sedan suddenly pulled up on the side of the street. The assassin inside suddenly opened the door and started shooting at him."

"And then what?"

"Then, to protect his men behind him, the man shielded him with his body, taking several bullets himself. On the way, he turned around and shot two people dead with his pistol, scaring away the assassins. Then, the man got up and walked forward, saying as he went, 'Well, my marksmanship is pretty good, isn't it?'"

"Wait a minute. This plot sounds familiar...?" Erina said, puzzled. "Have you told a similar story before?"

"No way, Miss." Yixing realized she was about to give herself away if she kept talking, so she quickly changed the subject: "Alright, Miss, the story's over, go to sleep now. Remember to replenish the talismans tomorrow morning."

"This is such a hassle," Erina sighed and complained when he brought it up. "If only I could create a clone and have her do it for me!"

"Young Miss, you might as well just be lazy to death." Yi Xing turned off the light and said with a wry smile, "Then I'll be going now. Good night."

"Ah, wait a minute!"

Erina hurriedly grabbed Yoshiyuki's clothes.

A sliver of light filtering from the living room into the bedroom illuminated her large, hesitant eyes.