Becoming a god in a low-key way in the supernatural world

It seems like nothing in the outside world matters anymore.

If we could stay like this until we grow old... wouldn't that be wonderful?

"Fute River..."

"what?"

"I like you."

"I...I...I'm happy too..."

Before he could finish speaking, her fair, delicate hands cupped his cheeks, her eyes closed, and her head tilted slightly upwards.

Without a word, the honest and unassuming man instinctively lowered his head.

Their four lips met.

It's soft, with the aroma and sweetness of floral tea.

(Many words omitted here...)

Like a newly ripened green orange, or a cup of fragrant tea, it has a bittersweet aftertaste that you can savor for a lifetime.

After a long while, when their lips parted, the girl, her cheeks flushed and seemingly drunk, weakly pushed away the large, mischievous hand in front of her, her voice urgent: "No, no!"

Kamiko Kotekawa took a deep breath, gripped the soles of his shoes with his toes, and braked just in time.

"I...I'm a little tipsy."

Mikazuki Seisakusaku's breathing calmed down, and she slumped in his arms, her eyebrows furrowing slightly as she shifted uncomfortably.

Kami Kotekawa pressed her down and asked cautiously, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"Something is pressing against me."

"Oh? Let me see... Oh, yes, yes..."

"What?" Mikazuki Haruka raised her right hand and reached behind her back.

Kotekawa Kami pressed her down again, turned slightly to the side, breathed softly, leaned close to her ear, and whispered a few words.

"It's the hilt of a sword."

"Sword hilt?" The girl glanced subconsciously at the entrance door, where a black sword sheath leaned quietly against the wall.

She remained silent, her cheeks flushing rapidly. She struggled to her feet, ignoring the pain in her ankle, and said with a hint of nervousness and fear, "Don't do anything rash."

"Mikazuki, no, Seizora! Let's date! I'll take care of you from now on! And to be honest, I've already made enough money for a fourth child!"

Mikazuki Seiso's breathing, which had just calmed down, became rapid again. Her cheeks were flushed, her mind was blank, and she couldn't even think of where to begin her rant.

Four children? That's a lot!

"Mikayue..."

Like a fish out of breath, Mikazuki Seishuu took a deep breath and said hastily, "Let's not talk about the fourth child yet! Two or two years from now! If we still like each other, then we can start dating!"

"Huh? Two years?"

"It will all pass soon! Won't it?"

"It's fast, but why? We're already..."

"It's too fast! I feel a little uneasy... We've only known each other for two weeks."

"...There's a proverb I don't know if you've heard it before."

"what?"

"Telling someone to take off their pants to fart is pointless."

"..."

Chapter 121 Those Beautiful Things (Abridged Version)

In the North Ward, at Mikazuki's house, Kotegawa Kami blew on his ankle, which had just been secured with an elastic bandage.

Mikazuki Haruka pulled her legs back onto the bed, propped herself up with her hands, curled her legs to the side, and frowned in pain.

Kami Kotekawa placed the ice pack on the side and glanced at the time: "Apply it for twenty minutes first, then continue after half an hour. The pain will be much less tomorrow."

"Will it be better in three days?" Mikazuki Haruka asked uncertainly.

Kami Kotekawa shook his head and said seriously, "You can't take an ankle injury lightly. It has to be completely healed before you can get it treated. Otherwise, it could leave a lasting problem. Don't let a small injury cause a big problem."

The girl bit her lip and remained silent.

Kami Kotekawa moved the small round table to the bed, took a box of udon noodles, and placed it in front of her: "Come on, let's eat first? You'll recover faster if you eat your fill."

"Thank you." Mikazuki Haruka took the chopsticks, picked up a noodle, and ate it in small bites.

Kotekawa Kami sat cross-legged on the blanket, picked up a box of udon noodles, and began to eat it with large mouthfuls of red ginger and minced meat.

He hasn't eaten yet either.

Mikazuki Seisakusho glanced sideways at the udon noodles and bento boxes that took up a considerable amount of space in the room. She regretted not waiting for Kotegawa Kamimi to finish his meal at the shop before returning.

This much udon noodle soup is much more expensive than eating at a restaurant.

Kotekawa Kami was hungry and quickly finished a box of udon noodles.

He glanced back and saw that Mikazuki Seisakusou was still picking at the shrimp one by one. He then picked up another bento box, peeled the two large shrimp inside, removed the shrimp veins, and when he had processed them down to just the shrimp meat, he stood up and held it to her mouth.

"Ah~"

Mikazuki Seisakusaku's lively eyes flickered slightly as she met his gaze. She opened her mouth slightly, took a piece of shrimp meat into her mouth, and even touched her finger.

It's soft and itchy.

Kami Kotegawa sat down again and began rummaging through the remaining rice in the box.

In the room, empty udon noodle and bento boxes gradually accumulated.

However, Mikazuki Haruka was already quite full after eating only one box of udon noodles, because she was fed other dishes from time to time.

After dinner.

After cleaning up the trash, Kamiko Kote went to the kitchen to wash the chopsticks. Following the girl's instructions, she brewed some flower tea, and they each took a cup and sipped it slowly.

Mikazuki Seisaku glanced at the time and whispered, "Furugawa, could you please bring me my schoolbag? I have homework."

What books do you need?

"We'll probably need to use them all."

Kotekawa Kamimi handed her the schoolbag, thought for a moment, found a cushion in the room, and placed it behind her so she could lean against it and feel a little more comfortable.

"Just call me if you need anything."

Mikazuki Seisakusho thought for a moment, picked up the blanket behind her, and gently moved forward: "Then, then you can sit here."

Just as she was thinking of meditating to calm her mind, Furutekawa Kami was startled. He quickly realized what was happening, took a few steps, and sat down on the bed behind her.

The warmth and touch of the girl's back were truly felt; that simple happiness seemed within reach, as if you could touch it with just a simple reach.

Kotekawa Kami adjusted his breathing, silently recited the Pure Land Sutra, leaned against the wall, and stood motionless as a cushion with his hands neatly arranged.

No matter how much you like someone, or how much of a SP they are, there are still boundaries you can't cross. No matter what, he is still that handsome, kind, dashing, reliable, universally loved, and honest, upright spiritual practitioner.

So a little contact is nothing to someone with his strong willpower!

He then recited the Pure and Tranquil Sutra.

Mikazuki Seisaku leaned forward slightly, opened his schoolbag, flipped through his textbooks, and began to study and do his homework.

The room fell silent again, with only steady breathing and the soft rustling of pen tips across paper.

Kotekawa Kami leaned against the bedside table, his right arm propping up his head, his gaze gently falling on the small round table and the girl's profile.

Mikazuki was very focused when studying; focused people are indeed the most attractive.

Time passed slowly, and Mikazuki Seisakusho, having closed the book, came back to her senses. Finally feeling the gaze on her back, she turned her head slightly.

Kami Kotegawa quickly looked away and gazed out the window.

Mikazuki Haruka smiled slightly, lowered her head to think for a moment, then leaned back against Kotegawa Kami's chest.

Almost instantly, she heard her heart pounding and a long gasp.

Kotegawa Kami swallowed hard.

Gentle and warm, filling my arms.

Which single person could withstand such a test?

Kotegawa Kami recited the Pure and Tranquil Sutra backwards.

Mikazuki Haruka's heart was pounding, and her breathing was a little labored. She tightened her arms, took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and gradually felt at ease.

It seems like nothing in the outside world matters anymore.

If we could stay like this until we grow old... wouldn't that be wonderful?

"Fute River..."

"what?"

"I like you."

"I...I...I'm happy too..."

Before he could finish speaking, her fair, delicate hands cupped his cheeks, her eyes closed, and her head tilted slightly upwards.

Without a word, the honest and unassuming man instinctively lowered his head.

Their four lips met.

It's soft, with the aroma and sweetness of floral tea.

(Many words omitted here...)

Like a newly ripened green orange, or a cup of fragrant tea, it has a bittersweet aftertaste that you can savor for a lifetime.

After a long while, when their lips parted, the girl, her cheeks flushed and seemingly drunk, weakly pushed away the large, mischievous hand in front of her, her voice urgent: "No, no!"