Shota is surrounded by monsters!

Shota slammed on the ground with all four limbs to bring the car to a screeching halt... He wasn't a cat, he was a gluttonous beast, so why did he turn around and run away as soon as he saw a spirit beast?

That's so spineless!

Thinking of this, Shota turned around and looked at the spirit beast rushing towards him, revealing a human-like smile.

Then he jumped down into the woods below.

"Damn it, it escaped again?"

Huang Quan jumped down from the crimson lotus, frowned as he looked at the Taotie that had sunk into the sea, and said, "I can't sense any demonic energy at all anymore. This monster..."

Chapter 8. Nura Clan

Completely naked, Shota climbed into his room through the window.

As if sensing something, Mashiro suddenly poked her head out and looked at him.

"I didn't bring any money, and I'm not dressed, so I can't buy you juice. I'll buy it for you on my way to school tomorrow morning." Shota patted the slime girl's head with his tail, grabbed a pair of underwear, pulled them on, and lay down on the bed, saying to Mashiro, "Go back to sleep."

"Ugh—" Mashiro was very unhappy with Shota's deception. She stretched out her sticky hand and pulled Shota's tail in front of her, and had no choice but to hug the tail and continue sleeping.

"Don't do anything weird to my tail. Don't lick it, don't put it in your mouth, don't rub it. Remember, your tail won't produce any bodily fluids." After giving Mashiro these instructions, Shota closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.

Mashiro hesitated for a moment, then held Shota's tail in her hand and went back to sleep.

Ring ring ring ring ring—

Snapped.

Hearing the annoying alarm clock, Shota instinctively swung his tail to knock the alarm clock off his pillow, but ended up splashing liquid all over his face...

"Waaah..."

Upon hearing the sound, Shota quickly opened his sleepy eyes, turned his head, and saw that Mashiro's "arm" had been torn apart by his own tail.

"Sorry sorry."

Shota quickly sat up and apologized to Mashiro, "Are you alright?"

Mashiro looked at her mangled arm, then forced the bodily fluids to condense back into liquid. She turned to look at the liquid on Shota's face, pouting, and said, "Give it back to me..."

"Okay." Shota wiped the liquid off his face with his fingers, and before he could hand it over, Mashiro pounced on him like a kitten and put Shota's finger in what should have been her mouth.

"Um……"

Mashiro happily sucked on Shota's finger, then instinctively gathered a portion of her body's density and warmth, transforming it into a soft little tongue in her mouth, licking Shota's finger in circles...

Shota was momentarily stunned, instinctively touching Mashiro's small tongue with his finger. He discovered that although it felt like a jelly that would burst at the slightest touch, it was surprisingly resilient. Overall, his finger sank deep into the soft, warm jelly, where there were fruit-like particles inside…

"Ah~ let go, you're so white!"

Shota suddenly raised his hand, and Mashiro actually bit Shota's finger and hung him up.

"Come down quickly."

Shota waved Mashiro off his hand and said seriously, "Because it's important, I have to repeat it twice—get down now!"

"No~ It's delicious~ Brother, it's delicious~"

"Ah!" Unable to handle Mashiro, Shota dragged her along the floor, leaving a trail of water, to the bathroom. He then picked up the showerhead, adjusted it to the highest setting, aimed it at Mashiro's head, and asked again, "Are you coming down or not?"

Mashiro looked at the showerhead with fear, but she still didn't let go of Shota's finger and continued to suck on it...

"Hmph. Sixty-degree hot water torture!"

Shota turned the tap to hot water and said with a sneer, "Aren't you going to let go?"

Seemingly knowing what was about to happen, Mashiro immediately clung to Shota—might as well go all the way...

"Ah~ Ah, quick, stop... Brother..."

"Ha ha ha ha."

The strong current of water pounded against Mashiro's body, leaving her disheveled...

After half an hour.

Mashiro soaked in the bathtub again, while Shota revealed his true form and used his tail to hold the showerhead and brush his teeth.

"Having a good set of teeth really makes life more comfortable."

Shota looked at his reflective teeth in the mirror, grinned with satisfaction, and then picked up the hairdryer to continue drying his fur.

"Ah, a shower every morning really makes me feel so good. Today I'm feeling lazy again..."

Halfway through his sentence, Shota suddenly realized something was wrong. Today, today, today…

Looks like they're going to school?!

"Mashiro! Change your clothes for school!"

"Hmm?~"

Shota hurriedly pulled Mashiro out of the bath, dried himself off, and changed his clothes. After Mashiro was dressed, he tucked her under his arm and rushed out.

"We're going to be late! We have to catch the tram!"

"...juice...100% pure juice..."

"SAFE!"

Shota, who had successfully caught the train, put Mashiro down on the ground amidst the astonished gazes of the passengers. He then took a couple of deep breaths, patted Mashiro's head, and said, "At least we won't be late."

Mashiro stood on tiptoe and patted Shota's head: "At least we won't be late."

"Yes, because it's very important, I have to repeat it twice."

Shota, holding Mashiro's hand, found a less crowded spot and stood against the side, and then...

"Senjougahara-kun?"

Upon seeing the person in front of him—no, the purple-haired girl from his class who smelled like crab—Shota greeted her somewhat awkwardly, "Good morning."

She glanced at Shota, said nothing, and then focused her attention back out the window.

As expected, she's not an easy person to get along with. Shota isn't one to fawn over someone who doesn't appreciate being ignored, so seeing that she had no intention of engaging with him, he simply kept quiet.

However… Shota suddenly patted himself as if he had thought of something, only to discover a sad truth.

Not only did he forget to eat breakfast, but he also forgot to bring his wallet, in addition to his tram pass.

So hungry...

Shota swallowed hard as he looked at the girl in front of him.

The other person seemed to realize something and a look of disgust appeared on their face.

"Hmph~ Hmph~"

Unaware of anything amiss, Mashiro continued shuffling her little leather shoes, making a crisp sound, then turned to Shota and said, "Juice. Hungry."

noon.

"Kousaka-kun, how about we go to the cafeteria for lunch together?"

"Ah, no, no need, I'll go with Mashiro."

"They really are a brother and sister with a very good relationship."

Shota awkwardly watched his enthusiastic classmate, who had invited him to eat with them, leave. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but that he simply couldn't.

Mashiro tilted her head and looked at Shota with innocent eyes. She seemed to be waiting for food as well; she hadn't eaten anything since morning—although she had drunk water, she couldn't maintain her sugar levels without juice.

"Just bear with it."

Shota patted Mashiro's head, then pulled her out of the classroom and found a secluded spot to sit.

"Goo-"

I didn't eat breakfast or lunch. Although I ate a psionic energy potion yesterday to sustain me for a while, my stomach still started to protest when I didn't eat on time.

"Ah, if we're really starving, we'll just pull up a tree and eat it."

Shota said with a hint of helplessness, while Mashiro, sitting in her seat, tilted her head back and blew bubbles with her saliva, looking quite listless. But her eyes kept glancing intentionally or unintentionally at the vending machine not far away.

Then Shota set his sights on the vending machine, which had juice and other drinks, as well as a lot of snacks.

Should we go eat? Should we go eat?

Let's forget about it... If we were to be discovered using brute force to hack into the vending machine, it would definitely cause some negative consequences.

Shota shook his head to suppress the urge to commit a crime, then continued to look up at the sky. The soft clouds looked as delicious as cotton candy, and he wanted to open his mouth and inhale them all.

Feeling his clothes being tugged, Shota turned his head weakly, looked at Mashiro's face full of longing and expectation, and said, "Today, let's just bear with it for now."

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Mashiro remained unmoved, still looking at Shota with her tearful eyes.

“…Sigh.” Shota scratched his head and sighed. He felt a little bad being stared at like that by Mashiro, so he could only say, “Come with me, I’ll try to borrow a coin to buy you some juice.”

As he spoke, he sniffed the air and then walked toward his destination.

It was a bit embarrassing for Shota to ask his classmates for money on his first day at school, so he had no choice but to go and borrow money from his fellow monsters.

Besides the crab girl in the class, there's also a third-generation demon in the junior high section of this school. With the Nura family's wealth, lending me a coin shouldn't be a big problem, right?

So, Shota headed towards the junior high school section.

Before he could even make contact with the other person, someone else approached him first.

"Stop. If you come any closer to the young master, I will threaten to deal with you."

Just as he caught a glimpse of the third-generation demon named Nura Rikuo from afar, two figures, one large and one small, suddenly jumped out of the bushes and blocked his path.

Mashiro was startled when she saw two guys suddenly jump out of the bushes and quickly hid behind Shota.

The one speaking was a yokai (supernatural being) in the form of a human girl, dressed in a heavy kimono—the Yuki-onna (snow woman). Legend says she lives deep in the mountains, is almost human-like, and possesses stunning beauty. She often lures men who venture into the snowy mountains to secluded places, kisses them, and while kissing, completely freezes them, stealing their souls to devour.

Standing behind her is a tall yokai with a skull necklace around his neck—Aotabo. Legend has it that he was originally a lazy monk in a temple who later became a yokai. Even after death, he is required to continue his spiritual practice by striking a wooden fish. If any children linger in the mountains after sunset, he will catch them and take them to a cave or a deserted temple to discipline them.

In short, they are all terrifying monsters to Mashiro.

Ah, this snow woman looks delicious. It would be especially tasty to eat in the summer. As for that Qingtianfang, it looks tough and thick-skinned; it probably won't taste very good, but at least it'll fill you up.

In short, for Shota, any monsters he can defeat are just food. These two monsters are strong, but not so strong that he can't beat them.

"What's matter?"