Curse Return: Demon Void Girl Doesn't Want to Be a Weakling

When I got back to the apartment, the sun had just fully risen.

Mashiro took out her key and opened the door; the sound of the lock turning was particularly clear in the quiet corridor.

After bringing Tiger Stick into the room, Mashiro bent down to take off her shoes, and her two little wings fluttered slightly.

"Mashiro-nee, is there anything left in the fridge?" Itari changed into slippers and headed straight for the kitchen, taking her apron off the hook.

"Also," Mashiro nodded and said, "I haven't touched the things you bought last time."

Huzhang opened the refrigerator door, and a cold white light shone on his face.

It was the same groceries he used to buy from time to time.

Chicken, green vegetables, tofu, and eggs.

"Okay then." He sighed and took the ingredients out. "Make some chicken noodles and stir-fry some vegetables."

"what ever."

Mashiro walked into the bedroom and took out clean loungewear from the closet.

White T-shirt and dark gray shorts, with light-colored underwear.

She held the clothes in her arms and passed by the kitchen. Huzhang was washing cabbage, and the tap was running. He didn't turn around.

The bathroom door was closed.

The light above the sink was a pale white. As she straightened up, she saw herself in the mirror after putting her clothes on the dry rack.

It sounds strange, but it really doesn't affect my vision. I can see things just as clearly as usual. It's just that there's a very faint silvery veil in front of my eyes.

Seeing that her silver hair had grown even shorter, Mashiro sighed softly, "I'll have to grow my hair back again."

Two pairs of wings emerged from behind her ears. Mashiro reached out and touched them, and as soon as her fingertips touched the edge of the feathers, the wings trembled slightly.

The silvery-white feathers are fine and soft, with very faint gray edges.

The pair on the sides of the face are smaller, curled inwards and pressed against the cheeks. The base of the wings is connected to nerves, so touching them will produce sensation.

There are two thin red marks behind its ears, left from when its wings grew out, and they have stopped bleeding.

She looked for a moment, then took off her clothes to prepare for the bath.

Turn on the shower and adjust the water temperature to slightly hot.

Hot water poured down from the top of his head, flowing down his silver hair over his shoulders and back.

Water flowed onto the wings, causing the pair of wings covering the eyes to tremble slightly. Water droplets rolled down the outer edge of the feathers, while the inner down remained dry.

She lowered her head and let the hot water flow directly onto the back of her neck, the wound behind her ear feeling slightly itchy as it was washed.

The remaining bloodstains were washed away, flowing onto the white tiles where their color faded and eventually disappeared.

She braced her hands against the wall, closed her eyes, and stood there for a moment, enjoying the feeling of the water washing over her body; the sound of water filled the entire bathroom.

After acquiring the water control technique, she grew to love it more and more.

Then she squeezed out some shower gel, lathered it in her palms, and started applying it to her arms.

The foam slid down her fair arm and dripped onto the ground.

She rinsed off the foam. Washing her hair was a bit of a hassle, so she carefully combed it with her fingers in the direction of the feathers.

The texture is similar to touching hair, but more sensitive; a slight tingling sensation is felt when the fingertips touch the base of the feathers.

She took the showerhead off to rinse the foam off her hair. After the hot water rinsed over her body, the white foam slid off, revealing her skin underneath, which was slightly pink from the hot water.

A few water droplets still clung to her collarbone, trembling gently with her breath.

After taking a shower, she turned off the water and stood in the dissipating steam, shaking her head.

The water in her hair and body was drawn out by a water control technique, gathering into a fist-sized water ball in her palm, which she casually tossed into the sink, restoring her fluffy and dry silver hair.

Then she put on her underwear and dark gray shorts, the edges of which just covered half of her thighs.

Then she put on a loose white T-shirt, which she slipped on.

It covered her fair waist and half of her legs, revealing straight and slender calves.

She threw her dirty clothes into the laundry basket, hung the towels on the rack, and then opened the bathroom door.

Cold air crept in through the crack in the door, and the feathers contracted slightly in response to the cold air.

With her fluffy silver hair cascading over her shoulders, Mashiro quietly walked into the kitchen and peered inside.

The sizzling sound of chicken hitting the pan in the kitchen mingled with the savory aroma of seasonings.

Huzhang stood with his back to her in front of the stove, the straps of his apron tied in a bow at his waist.

He was using long chopsticks to stir the shredded chicken in the pan, while the pan for stir-frying vegetables was also steaming.

Are you using two pots at the same time?

Yujin, I underestimated you. You actually have such advanced skills!

She's getting a little too excited right now.

"Mashiro-nee, the noodles are almost ready." He didn't turn around, but he still knew she was there.

"oh."

Not having scared him, Mashiro left the kitchen somewhat dejectedly, sat cross-legged on the sofa, and hugged a cushion to her chest.

Two sets of bowls and chopsticks were already set on the coffee table, and soon two large bowls of shredded chicken noodles, a plate of stir-fried vegetables, and a small dish of strawberries were brought out.

The chicken noodle soup base is very flavorful, and the chicken is cut into very thin pieces, but you can taste the aroma of stir-frying it.

Huzhang took off his apron and sat down opposite her, smiling gently as he watched her eagerly eating.

Instead of saying "I'm going to eat" as is customary in Japan, the two quickly began eating their breakfast.

Unlike last time when she ate dessert slowly, Mashiro was genuinely hungry after a whole night of fussing.

Since things have come to this, let's eat first.

She quickly devoured her food, which surprised Huzhang slightly.

He had already figured out that Zhenbai ate a lot, so he filled her bowl to the brim!

Mashiro finished all the noodles and drank the last sip of soup before putting down her chopsticks.

Coming to his senses, Huzhang quickly finished eating, put the bowls and chopsticks in the kitchen to wash them, and then sat back down on the sofa.

He's going back to the underground training room this afternoon to continue training, but he has one more question before he leaves.

"Mashiro-nee," he said.

"Hmm?" Mashiro leaned back on the sofa, slowly rubbing her smooth belly to help her digest.

"Will it hurt if I touch those wings?"

"It doesn't hurt, but you can feel a little bit, like touching your hair."

"Can I touch it?" Itadori hesitated for a few seconds before finally asking.

Mashiro remained silent for a moment, then sighed as she looked at Itajimaru's curious expression.

"...Whatever you want."

Huzhang stood up and walked around to sit on the sofa next to her.

He reached out and lightly touched the edge of the wings covering his eyes with his index finger.

"It's a little itchy," Mashiro said, suppressing the urge to move away.

The feather trembled slightly under his fingertips, feeling similar to the wings of a real bird, but finer and softer.

He touched the pair on the side of his face again; those were smaller, and the downy feathers at the tips of the feathers were so soft they were almost imperceptible as they brushed against his fingertips.

"It's very soft, and the color is the same as your hair." He withdrew his hand. "So you can't take it back, right?"

"Another inch."

Itadori stood up and picked up his tracksuit jacket from the sofa armrest. "I'll head back to the basement training room now. The exchange match is in a couple of days, so I'll train for a few more days."

"Yeah, make sure Kugizaki and Fushiguro don't see us."

"Okay, I'm looking forward to seeing how surprised they are."

Huzhang nodded, walked to the entrance to change his shoes, and glanced back at her as he opened the door.

The silver-haired girl nestled on the sofa, her eye-covering wings drooping down to obscure her eyes, making it impossible to see her expression.

"Mashiro-nee, get some rest."

The door closed gently.

Mashiro sat on the sofa for a while, then lay down and curled up into a ball.

She buried her face in the cushion, her silver hair spread out, her wings sticking out and trembling slightly.

Mashiro fell asleep quickly.