Don't force me to use my right fist.

"Actually, Saya-kun, I have a great suggestion."

Seeing Saya's relaxed demeanor, Amakawa Tsubasa's lips curled into a smile. Cooking for someone, filled with such happiness and anticipation, was something she had never dared to imagine before. But now that she was actually doing it, she could only feel waves of shyness.

"What suggestion is that?"

Upon discovering the cat lying lazily beside him, waiting for its meal, Saya picked it up, rubbed it casually, and then asked Amakawa Tsubasa a question.

"You see, I might only be able to bother you here until I graduate, right? But I don't have a job or money to pay the rent. Even I can't keep taking advantage of you like this for long." Amakawa Tsubasa brought out the breakfast she had prepared and placed it in front of Saya.

"So, Saya-kun, would you be interested in recruiting a personal maid, like Reisen-kun, someone who's only responsible for taking care of you?"

Leaning forward as if resting on the table in front of Saya, Saya could see the girl's mature breasts, which seemed out of place for her age, through the apron at her chest, if he just raised his eyes slightly.

But Amakawa Tsubasa seemed completely unconcerned, simply staring into Saya's eyes with his jewel-like gaze, awaiting his answer.

"Of course, Li. If you prefer a more erotic maid look, I'm not against it. For example..." Seeing Saya's stunned expression, Amakawa Tsubasa's eyes flashed with a mischievous glint as she lightly stroked the back of Saya's hand.

"Master, in the morning, shall we eat breakfast first, or take a bath first?" As the fingers that had brushed against Saya's hand touched her lips, Amakawa Tsubasa's expression became incredibly alluring.

"You want to eat me first?"

Saku took a deep breath, lowered his head, covered his face with his hands, and gave a "don't say anymore" look.

"That's enough, class monitor, stop teasing me. I'm still young and can't handle this kind of stimulation. Please spare me the idea of ​​a personal maid; I don't think I need that. We can just stroll around like this." Feeling restless, Sawa didn't even have time to eat breakfast. He stood up as if fleeing and rushed out of the kitchen.

"I'll go call the others over for dinner. If you really feel the need to repay me, you can do this kind of thing from now on. No, don't joke like that anymore." A blushing Sōyu quickly fled the scene, leaving Yūki watching his disheveled figure. She chuckled softly, then covered her mouth and untied the apron she was wearing. Seeing him like this made her morning's fatigue worthwhile. Not only did her slight exhaustion vanish, but Yūki also felt that if she could continue like this with Sōyu every day, it would be incredibly blissful. Humming an unknown tune, Yūki began serving the others' breakfast. Knowing how to fully utilize her advantages, she understood that the best way to win over Sōyu was to gradually approach him through everyday life. With a straight man like this, only persistent, gradual progress would work.

What just happened is a good start.

Chapter 316 Nothing Has Changed in Essence

Inside the dining room of the mansion formerly known as the Scarlet Devil Mansion, three men and three women were quietly eating breakfast, appearing to be quite harmonious. This was actually the first time Sawa had ever eaten with so many girls like this.

However, the experience itself wasn't particularly interesting.

Zuo Mo is alright; she's just a little clingy, only occasionally wanting Zuo You to feed her.

What truly made Sawa feel a strange sense of oppression was the interaction between Amakawa Tsubasa and Kaguya.

Even though they hadn't said a word, and their eyes hadn't even met, Saya, sitting between them, still felt like she was sitting in the middle of two nuclear reactors, as if the slightest movement could cause an explosion. However, Saya's fears didn't materialize. Even after they finished eating and the two robot maids cleared away their plates and utensils, they didn't seem inclined to fight. Even knowing that breakfast was prepared by Amakawa Tsubasa, Kaguya, accustomed to the chef's culinary skills, didn't try to find fault; in fact, she felt a sense of lingering satisfaction after finishing.

Of course, she didn't think that Amakawa Tsubasa's breakfast was particularly delicious, nor was she the kind of person who, after eating so much gourmet food from a famous chef, was suddenly amazed by a simple meal. She simply wanted to understand the level of Amakawa Tsubasa's culinary skills, and in her mind, she was only thinking about when she could probably surpass her.

It's common knowledge that Saya is a lazy bum, so if you can win him over through his stomach, there's no need to worry about him being lured away by this bespectacled girl with ulterior motives. As for Amakawa Tsubasa, she doesn't bother arguing with her unless Kaguya provokes her; overly spoiled girls aren't exactly likable. So, with Saya feeling somewhat worried, a relatively peaceful morning passed by. Saya had just finished eating and was about to go to the backyard to plant carrots and beans when Kaguya called him to stop.

"Saya-kun, you haven't forgotten what you promised me yesterday, have you? How come you still have the mood to tend your farmland?"

Seeing his fully armed appearance, Kaguya understood his thoughts and stopped talking. His peasant-like thinking had always puzzled her. Was farming really that fun? Had he forgotten all he could think about now, his carrots and potatoes, and completely forgotten what he promised her yesterday?

"Oh? No, we just finished eating. You need to rest for a while and change your clothes before going out, right? I'll just take this opportunity to weed and hoe the ground, so as not to waste time, okay?"

Sawa scratched his head. He certainly wouldn't forget what he'd promised. It was just spending half a day with Kaguya. Girls need at least half an hour to change clothes and go out; he could easily finish that in that time.

"You're planning to finish planting and head straight out the door with me? Dressed like that?" Kaguya was speechless with anger. Although there seemed to be nothing wrong with what he was doing, why was it so infuriating?

"Huh? I won't get my clothes dirty or anything. Besides, even if I need to change, it'll only take half a minute. You can go first, and call me when you're done." Sōyu smiled somewhat sheepishly and headed towards the backyard.

While helping the maid tidy the table and watching the show, Amakawa Tsubasa stopped laughing. Saya's infuriatingly predictable thought process was still so trustworthy. It had to be said, if he weren't the one in the situation, it would indeed be quite hilarious. How incredibly tactless must his emotional intelligence be to act like that? Kaguya, watching Saya's departing figure, clenched her fist and stomped her foot before turning back to exchange a suppressed laugh with Amakawa Tsubasa, then walked towards her room, brimming with resentment.

Arguing with Saya about this is just asking for trouble. He probably doesn't even understand why he's angry. Rather than letting that bespectacled girl laugh at her, it's more important to dress up nicely and prepare for the upcoming date. Even if she's smiling happily, it's still her going out with Saya, not the other way around.

Having figured this out, Kaguya felt much better. She even planned where she would go that evening, and all that was left was to pack her clothes and prepare for the trip.

After seeing that Kaguya had also left, Amakawa Kiri looked at Samo, who had been deliberately left behind by Saya to learn some common sense from him.

"Little Mo, there's something I've been wanting to ask you. You've lived with your brother for many years, right?"

Thinking that Saya probably wouldn't need her help this time, Amakawa Tsubasa simply stopped thinking about Kaguya going out with Saya that morning. Wanting to know more about Saya's past, she naturally turned to her stepsister. Having changed her mask for lunch, Saya Mo immediately perked up at the mention of Saya.

If you ask her anything else, she might selectively pretend to be mute for reasons like being autistic or socially anxious, but as long as it involves Saga, she won't be sleepy at all.

"Yes, Ayou has taken care of me for many years."

He nodded honestly. After all, Amakawa Tsubasa was a trusted friend in Saya's eyes, so Saya could still say something about this kind of thing.

"So he was like this before... um... addicted to doing this?" Amakawa Tsubasa asked her, making a farming gesture, feeling that Saya's behavior was more like some kind of mental addiction.

"I think so. I met Ayou in the vegetable garden. You haven't seen Ayou's vegetable garden in that world. It's huge and magnificent!" Zuo Mo said with a serious expression, gesturing with both hands. Thinking of Zuoyou's farm, which covered an area of ​​more than two hundred squares in both directions, Zuo Mo said with a serious expression.

Every day, her favorite thing to do is sit at the door of her house and watch Wakasayu take potatoes from one end of the vegetable garden to the other, and then take carrots and repeat the same action.

Often, one round like this can kill about half a day.

Although it was somewhat mechanical and repetitive, it was also exceptionally fulfilling and reassuring.

"However, Ayou's hobby isn't limited to just that. He spends the rest of his time traveling the world fighting all sorts of monsters, grinding here and there, or burrowing underground and digging up entire caves." Zuo Mo summarized, but the more she talked about it, the more Yu Chuan Yi felt. It seemed that even after coming here, the things he did every day hadn't changed much.

Chapter 317 What did you call that?

Ignoring the whispers between the two girls about Saya, Kaguya quickly got dressed and went straight to the backyard. Just as Saya had predicted, even with her haste, it still took Kaguya about half an hour to get ready. It was only a matter of putting together a T-shirt and skirt in her room, applying light makeup, and fixing her hair—and time had inexplicably passed. Even so, Kaguya didn't think she'd done anything wrong. Dressing nicely and formally was a sign of respect for the other person. Besides, someone unfamiliar with Saya's personality might misunderstand and think he didn't really want to go. In the backyard, Kaguya watched Saya tending to weeds and tilling the land in the sunlight. The smile on his lips was something Kaguya had rarely seen before. What was so joyful about farming that made him so fascinated? Kaguya didn't quite understand. But watching him farm like this wasn't unpleasant.

Kaguya, noticing that Sawa was so engrossed in his conversation that he hadn't even noticed her arrival, coughed lightly and greeted the boy who was currently debating whether to order more sweet beans or carrots.

"Here it comes." Sawa snapped out of his rut. After tending to the garden for a while, feeling refreshed and relaxed, he stretched comfortably and then packed all the gardening tools into his backpack. Nothing is more pleasant than getting up in the morning to tend to the vegetable garden. Having your own garden just feels different.

"Have you been waiting long? I'll go take a shower and change my clothes, I'll be done in ten minutes." Wiping non-existent sweat from his forehead, Saya understood Kaguya's meaning when he saw the T-shirt she was wearing. He didn't know why this girl liked this shirt so much, and even if she liked it herself, why did she have to wear it too? Puzzled as he was, Saya didn't feel particularly offended. Since he had already promised her, there was no harm in cooperating.

"Okay, I'll drive over from Reisen and wait for you at the door."

Seeing Saya's actions, Kaguya subconsciously took out a handkerchief she had specially made from her pocket and handed it to him. She smiled and then slowly said.

Hmm, are we going to the mall to see a movie today?

Sōyū didn't think much of it. He just wondered when Kaguya had become so considerate. He took the handkerchief Kaguya handed him, wiped his forehead, and then returned it to her.

No, I have a better place today, just come with me.

Kaguya put away the handkerchief that Saya had used to wipe, and explained to him with a mysterious smile.

"Huh? A better place? Let me make this clear first, I don't want to go to places that are too high-end or upscale. I'm just an ordinary person, and I'd only make a fool of myself if I went there."

Sawa subconsciously assumed that Kaguya was going to take him to experience the luxurious life of the wealthy or some kind of party, so he frowned, waved his hand, and refused her.

That kind of place where everyone walks around with a glass of red wine, chatting and catching up—wouldn't he feel utterly miserable if he went there?

"Don't you even know if I would wear this kind of clothes if I were taking you to a place like that?" Kaguya rolled her eyes at him, wondering how he came up with that kind of idea. She herself didn't want to go to that kind of party, so how could she possibly take him to a place like that?

"Just hurry up and change your clothes, you'll see when we get there." Kaguya gave Saya a gentle nudge to the back and urged him with a smile.

"Okay, as long as it's not a place like that, I really can't stand that kind of atmosphere."

Sōyū stopped pressing Kaguya about where she was going. Even if she wanted to sell him out, he had plenty of ways to get back. Besides, no matter how bizarre the place she took him to, could it be as bizarre as hell?

After a quick shower in his room, and changing into matching couple T-shirts with Kaguya, Saya left the house and went to Reisen's car, which was already waiting at the door.

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"Now you can tell me where we went, right?" After sending a message to Amakawa Tsubasa instructing her to take care of Zizamo and be careful, Saya sat down next to Kaguya, put away her phone, and asked her.

"As for where we're going this time, I think you'll like it, Yu-kun." Kaguya, tilting her chin with a smug look, sniffed and moved a little closer to Saga.

"If you're so fixated on the supernatural, do you believe in the existence of gods?" Kaguya, still wanting to keep things a secret, tapped Saya's hand with her finger and asked this question.

"To be honest, I don't really believe in them, but that doesn't stop me from seeing these guys. Of course, they are definitely not the kind of gods that ordinary people think of who can do everything."

Sōyū answered honestly. He himself was not religious, but as for legitimate gods, he had seen at least three in this world alone.

Whether it's the Grim Reaper and Yama from hell, the pillar gods of the Cthulhu universe, or even the goddesses in traditional games who are responsible for time travel, they can all be considered legitimate deities.

"You've really seen him before? Then maybe you really will see him again at the place we're going to this time, Yu-kun." Kaguya was surprised by Saya's rich experiences and curiously leaned closer to him, blinking and looking him in the eye.

Why has he never mentioned these things before?

"So? What does this have to do with where we're going? I remember you're not religious?"

Sawa still didn't understand what she was trying to say. He was looking at Kaguya, who had leaned in and almost fallen into his arms, and he could smell the alluring fragrance emanating from her.

"Yes, there are some, after all, we're going to a temple."

Kaguya also noticed that the two seemed to be getting too close, but instead of being disgusted, she moved even closer to Saya, to the point that if Saya moved forward a little more, they could kiss.

"temple?"

Sawa straightened up, leaned back, and deliberately turned his head away, his breathing slightly rapid as he changed the subject. "What's wrong with this young lady lately? Why is she starting to imitate Amakawa Tsubasa's mannerisms?"

"Yes, it's a temple that enshrines Inari. It's not particularly famous in Tokyo, but it's definitely very effective. I remember its name is Ryudouji Raiwa."

Kaguya felt a surge of pleasure at the sight of Saya's flustered expression. She pursed her lips, sat up straight, and said...

"Huh? What did you call that again?"

Sawa, who almost couldn't hold back his spitting out his drink, looked at her in shock and asked again to confirm.

Chapter 318 If you don't dislike it, does that mean...?

Saya, upon first hearing the name, didn't immediately recall what it meant, but after a quick realization, he still found it somewhat hard to accept. "Kawakazuki, Tokyo's nickname, right? How come even this standard building has it?"

Saya, who thought he could accept anything even if Kaguya said the place they were going to was called Rei or Moriya, never imagined it would be like this. He wonders if there will be an invincible old gatekeeper, or a blue-haired mage obsessed with some King Arthur figurine. wih

"It's Ryudouji Temple, you've heard of this place?" Kaguya was a little confused as to why Saya had such a strong reaction. After repeating her answer, she continued.

"I've heard of He Shang. If I have time, I'd even like to steal a few floorboards from this place. Floorboards that can withstand EA are a godsend for builders, right?" Zuo Yu muttered a complaint in a voice only he could hear, before adjusting his mindset. Asawa Kaguya smiled slightly.

"It's alright, I have heard of it, but it's probably not the same as what I know. After all, the Ryudou Temple I know doesn't worship Inari." Saya answered Kaguya's question seriously. Just as he said, the original Ryudou Temple didn't worship Inari. And if Saya remembered correctly, the so-called Inari in Japan usually refers to a god who is a fox that has cultivated himself. It can't possibly be some kind of rice jar, right? But even so, Saya's interest was definitely piqued. He couldn't wait to see what kind of place this was.

"Hmm, I don't quite understand you. We're going to pray for blessings this time. Even if you don't have any faith, you should at least show some reverence." Kaguya reminded Saya, even though she herself didn't believe in any gods, she still had the most basic respect for places like this.

Moreover, this temple was indeed very effective for her; it could even be considered Kaguya's last refuge on many occasions. In countless reincarnations, Kaguya noticed something: except for her birthday, whenever she entered this temple, her pursuers would stop their attacks, as if letting her go. If it weren't for the fact that she would inexplicably faint in the temple every night and be brought out, she might have considered hiding there for a while. Even so, this only proved the temple's power, or rather, that the gods within possessed considerable ability.

Thanks to Sōyū, she doesn't have to worry about her safety for the time being, so she might as well come and pray—it's a way of fulfilling her vow. Besides, the gods here are renowned for their efficacy, especially in matters of love; they're practically guaranteed to answer any prayer. However, Kaguya would never admit that she came to pray for a good marriage; in fact, she only thought she was here to pray for a safe passage through this period.

"Of course I understand. Curiosity aside, I know the rules I should follow."

Sōyū waved his hand. He naturally knew what Kaguya had reminded him of. Since they were going to the temple where the worshippers were being worshipped, they should still show basic respect.

"Yu-kun, since we're going to pray for blessings, what would your wish be?" Kaguya asked curiously. She had only suggested the prayers to Yu-kun on a whim. But what someone like Yu-kun would want was something she truly couldn't understand. First of all, it couldn't be something like money or power. As for relationships, Kaguya didn't think he had the inclination for those things. But otherwise, he seemed to lack nothing.