Shota is surrounded by monsters!

"Um, Shota-kun, is this suitable?"

Rei asked shyly, after all, the skirt was so short that her panties would be exposed if she didn't wear safety shorts and moved even slightly.

Ah, so cute...

"It's quite suitable."

Shota turned his head away and scratched his face with his fingers, muttering to himself: "If only there were no one around."

"stare--"

Mashiro's gaze was fixed on Shota's face. He could also sense that the creature possessing him was now sneering.

“However, my son.” Kiss-Shot walked to Shota’s side. She was almost the same height as Shota, but she seemed a little dissatisfied and gestured, saying, “You’re a bit too big, aren’t you? If you could keep your height to my level, that would be great.”

Kiss-Show gestured to her chest.

"...Mother, I am already thirty years old. Please don't think of me as a child who still needs to be breastfed."

Shota straightened his body, making him about 0.5 centimeters taller than his mother. For a child, being taller than both parents is undoubtedly a very fulfilling...feeling...feeling...

"Don't just grow taller anytime soon!"

Kiss-Shot, who had suddenly grown to two meters tall, said, "That's good. Hmm, it's definitely better to look down on your son."

As she spoke, she reached out and ruffled Shota's hair.

The key issue is that in a situation like this, there's absolutely no way to slap your mother's hand away. That would be extremely impolite.

"very good."

Anyway, Shota isn't a vampire, so touching his head isn't exactly a ceremony of allegiance. Therefore, Kiss-Shot enjoyed touching him very much; his soft hair felt like a puppy's fur, the texture was fantastic.

"Oh, right."

Kiss-Shot said to Shota, "I'm hungry."

Speaking of which, Kiss-Shot was in meditation for the past few days and didn't seem to eat anything at all. On the other hand, Shota has been going out to eat and drink all the time lately and has finally replenished his nutrition.

"What does Mother eat?"

"Human beings."

After Kiss-Shot said that, Shota and Rea were stunned.

"What's so surprising? Isn't it normal for monsters to eat other monsters and humans? But generally speaking, I eat at most one human a month. If you calculate it that way, in nearly 600 years... that's less than 10,000 people."

Kiss-Shot seemed to notice the surprise on Shota's face, and said something that seemed to be both an explanation and a hint.

His own mother... unlike his father, was a monster, a demon, who fed on humans.

Shota only realized this problem at this moment, but... she was his mother, and he wasn't some kind of hero. The principles he adhered to were merely constraints on himself. Even the Nura Clan's yokai had eaten some people in the past.

"Can we use something else instead?"

Shota asked his mother a question.

So it was just as I thought, my son.

Kiss-Shot didn't know whether to be happy or unhappy. She casually found a place to sit down and said, "Then any human food will do."

"Then I'll go to the supermarket for a stroll."

Shota smiled again and said, "It's been a long time since I went out in human form. Well, let's go for a walk. I'll leave the house to you, Rea."

"Ah, hi!"

Rei nodded in agreement.

Shota grabbed a black umbrella and started walking outside. Once he was in the sunlight and opened the umbrella, another black figure quickly emerged from his body.

"What a troublesome mother she is. Under normal circumstances, she would definitely be someone I have to get rid of."

Standing under the black umbrella, walking side by side with Shota, Yomi tilted her head and asked, "How is it?"

"What do you mean, how about it?" Shota smirked and said, "It'll be like this. If my mom really can't live without eating people, then I'll get a few death row inmates from the Nura Clan... If all else fails, I'll have her become a righteous hero and go out in the dark to eat those scumbags who haven't been caught by the law."

"...Never mind, there's nothing I can say right now anyway."

Huang Quan paused for a moment, realizing he had no suggestions to offer, so he changed the subject, saying, "This kind of life is really good."

"Peaceful, no need for cultivation, no work, living in laughter every day, and Rea and Mashiro are very easy to get along with. Indeed, this world is more beautiful?"

"Don't be so self-righteous about eating for free, Huang Quan-san!"

"Hahaha. It's not like I'm freeloading; it's just that someone is willing to carry my burden for the rest of their life."

"...I admit defeat, I admit defeat."

Shota quickly raised his hand to signal Yomi to stop talking and said, "Let's go. It's rare for us to get out and about. Do you need me to go anywhere with you?"

"Hmm... Shall we dig up my body and move it to another place? It feels so lonely being in the middle of nowhere."

"Hey, don't say things like that."

"Oh, what if I rot? By the way, how long have I been dead? About a month? Being a monster is really troublesome. Not only do I have to remember my birthday, but I also have to remember my death anniversary."

"Huang Quan-san! What's wrong with you? Give me back the gentle yet strong Huang Quan I know!"

"Seriously."

Huang Quan's playful expression vanished, and she said to Shota, "If possible, bury me next to my father."

"After all, no matter what, I have always been a member of the Isayama family, whether in life or in death. Although I have done many things... I am still proud of my surname."

"..." Seeing Huang Quan's serious eyes, Xiang Tai couldn't bear to refuse her any longer and said, "Okay. Let's take care of your business first and then go buy some food."

"Thank you."

In the woods over there, the wine bottle that Shota left behind still remains.

"Could it be that you were here weeping over my grave?"

Huang Quan picked up the empty wine bottle from the ground with a teasing tone and said, "Unexpectedly sentimental, Kousaka-kun."

"This is so annoying... Just call me Shota."

After determining the location of Huang Quan's burial, Shota immediately rolled up his sleeves and began digging.

"come on."

The ghost Yomi didn't care at all about Shota digging up his own corpse. She sat down against a tree and leisurely watched Shota's digging work.

"Dig it."

In less than a minute, Shota had created a huge hole.

Lying inside, Huang Quan had a peaceful smile on his face, and for some inexplicable reason, his body had not decomposed. Apart from his clothes being tattered from the last battle and the passage of time, they had basically lost their most basic function of covering him up.

"Don't look at me!"

Upon seeing the state of her own corpse, Huang Quan said something to Xiang Tai with a hint of annoyance.

"What does it matter... But it turns out you weren't wearing a bra."

Shota turned his head away and gave a nonchalant comment.

"Back then...back then, there was no time to think about all that. I already told you not to look anymore!"

As a girl, it's still hard to accept that her body is exposed to others—even though she had already been exposed to Shota once before.

"So you can be shy too."

After muttering something, Shota said, "Okay, now how do we move? I don't want to get caught by the police halfway there and be mistaken for a necrophiliac or a murderer."

"...That is indeed a problem."

Huang Quan tried to enter her own body—but she quickly discovered that the lifeless corpse was completely stiff and unable to move. Helpless, she had no choice but to step out of her body and ask Shota, "Do you have any good ideas?"

"Keep it in your stomach."

Shota patted his stomach, thinking that storing something the size of a person inside for the time being shouldn't be a big problem.

"……don't want."

The thought of her body being treated this way made Huang Quan inexplicably unhappy. After thinking for a moment, she still said, "Princess carry."

"what?"

"Pick me up in a princess carry and then, avoiding the gaze of ordinary people, rush to the Isayama family's cemetery in one go!"

Seeing Huang Quan muster the courage to speak such a long string of words in one breath, Shota could only nod helplessly.

"By the way."

Huang Quan held a black paper fan in his right hand, partially obscuring his face, and said, "If you do anything strange to my corpse, I'll go back and tell everyone."

"..."

Heave-ho.

Shota lifted Yomi's body out of the pit.

"Don't touch my thigh."

"Move your hand down a little, it's brushing against my chest!"

"Don't rest my head on your chest, it's embarrassing."

"Don't stare at her chest, oh no, it's all exposed, I need to find something to cover myself up."

"..."

Shota's face was filled with helplessness.

Even if I had bad thoughts, I'd definitely do them directly to the ghost! It can materialize anyway, which is much better than this cold corpse in my hands.

"Hey, Shota."

Seemingly sensing Shota's thoughts, Yomi suddenly looked at him and said, "You wouldn't... be planning to do something weird to me, would you?"

"...Absolutely not."

"Oh, really? I was just about to say, 'If it were you, I wouldn't mind doing anything.'"

"Really?"

"Hahaha, of course it's fake! Don't put my arm around your neck. Let's go."