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

As for Glasses Guy, he might be an expert in black-themed things, but he's a little lacking in other areas.

This has nothing to do with anything else; it's purely because age limits experience, perspective, and understanding of society.

As for Ishikawa Yasuhiro, who is relatively more reliable, the person who answered the phone said he is currently fast asleep.

That's true. This newly appointed section chief hasn't even started making his mark yet, and he's already gone on a three-day, two-night all-nighter schedule. He's probably only one step away from becoming a Buddha.

This is one of the reasons why Kotegawa didn't immediately go to find his neighbor.

At eight o'clock in the morning, he finished his morning lessons and went back to his room to wash up.

Mikazuki, wearing an apron around her waist, was cooking porridge in the kitchen, while Yuka was probably still sleeping.

A dozen minutes later, he finished showering and changing his clothes and came out to find porridge and steaming hot meat buns already on the table.

He pushed open the bedroom door and went inside.

Mikazuki was tidying up the blankets on his bed.

His breathing became light, and his heart began to pound. He gently closed the door behind him, walked to her side, and wrapped his arms around her soft waist. It was so soft and slender; even through her clothes, he could still feel the smoothness of her skin.

He subconsciously squeezed her, and the young woman in his arms smiled, almost bursting out laughing. She quickly glared at him and slapped her hand aside.

Kami Kotekawa sat down on the edge of the bed and said about his previous plans: "I want to buy a house."

The girl sitting in his lap tidied her messy hair and shifted uncomfortably to get off, but was held tightly by his arms.

Having spent so much time together, how could she not know why Kotekawa wouldn't let her get up? She could only pat his head and say, "I heard your conversation with Kurumi this morning, but I don't know much about this stuff. I only know that it seems like you have to pay a lot of taxes... So I think you should go and find a real estate professional to get more information before making a decision."

“That’s exactly what I was thinking too…” Kotekawa Kami said shamelessly, “Isn’t this what they call the unspoken understanding between husband and wife?”

The young woman glanced at him and calmly said, "No, this is just a method that any normal human being capable of thinking would come up with."

"Uh..." He choked for a moment.

A hint of a smile played in Mikazuki Haruka's eyes as she wrapped her arms around his neck and breathed softly into his ear: "But surely there must be some unspoken understanding between us, right? Like right now..."

After saying that, she opened her pearly teeth and gently bit his earlobe, then kissed his neck.

Kotekawa Kami felt an electric shock-like sensation throughout his body.

It felt both itchy and tingly.

The young man collapsed onto the bed, letting her kiss him all over, as if a whole new world had opened before his eyes...

No, this isn't right... but it feels so subtle.

Mikazuki stopped in the clear sky, their foreheads touching, their dark eyes meeting.

The breath on my cheeks carried a sweet and pleasant scent.

"Does this make you feel any better?" she asked.

Kotegawa Kami pondered for a moment, then said with a serious expression, "Please continue... don't stop."

The young woman rolled her eyes, got out of bed, straightened her clothes, and said calmly, "Youjia is getting up, so there's nothing left."

Kami Kotekawa clenched his fist, wanting to rush out the door immediately, tie the person up, pack them up, and send them straight to Takanashi's house next door.

Mikazuki pushed open the door and left.

He lay there for a while, heard two people talking outside, then let out a long sigh and changed into clean, loose-fitting casual clothes.

There's still more than a week of holiday left, so what should I do today?

If Yoshi wasn't around, he could wash vegetables with Mikazuki, prepare lunch together, snuggle on the sofa watching TV, and in the afternoon they could sunbathe in the yard, clean each other's ears, then cook dinner together, wash dishes together, take a bath together... Yes, there will definitely be such a day!

He clenched his fists, trying to encourage himself.

But now, he can only watch them eat, chat, study, and play games...

He scratched his head, got up, and went out.

Just then, there was a knock on the front door.

The two girls sitting at the table turned their heads to look at each other at the same time.

"I'll take care of it..." He walked over and opened the door.

Standing outside the door was the pretty Shirakawa Kurumi.

The girl had changed her clothes and was holding a box wrapped in cloth. When he opened the door, she raised her hand and waved it, saying, "I brought a gift!"

"Why are you being so polite? It's not like we just met..." Kotegawa Kami helped her with her shoes.

Shirakawa Kurumi looked at him, then suddenly blinked, her eyes filled with doubt: "Furutegawa, are you having an allergic reaction?"

"Allergies? No, right?" Kamiko Kote looked at her, completely bewildered. "Why did you think of that?"

"If you don't have an allergy, why is your neck red?" Shirakawa Kurumi approached, her eyes widening slightly.

Kami Kotekawa immediately understood, instinctively took a step back, scratched his neck, and chuckled, "It's hot, there are probably mosquitoes. Just stay home, I'll go find some medicine."

He turned and slipped away, heading to the restroom to see the strawberries planted by Mikazuki.

While sitting at the dining table eating steamed buns, Youjia mumbled, "Are there already mosquitoes? That's so early! But it's okay, they didn't bite me last night."

Mikazuki Seisakusho, who was next to her, hummed in agreement and took a bite of the meat bun in her hand.

Shirakawa Kurumi walked over, sat down opposite them, and unwrapped the box wrapped in cloth, revealing its contents—four seemingly ordinary seaweed rice balls.

Yujia swallowed the food in her mouth with a gulp, her eyes widening slightly in surprise. "Huh? Why did Kurumi bring rice balls?"

"Hehe, these aren't ordinary rice balls! They're my secret recipe!" Shirakawa Kurumi patted her chest proudly, pointed at the rice balls, and looked on expectantly. "The chili oil marinated beef I made a while ago is almost done, so I made a few to bring over. How about it, want to try some?"

"Huh? Is that okay?" Yu Jia was pleasantly surprised. She swallowed the half-eaten bun in her hand in a few bites, then pounded her chest a few times before letting out a sigh of relief and reaching for a rice ball: "I... I won't be polite..."

"Mikazuki, why don't you try some too?" Shirakawa Kurumi pushed Mikazuki Haruka forward again.

"I'll eat later." Mikazuki Haruka had only eaten a little bit of the steamed bun in her hand.

In order to get a bite of the beef, Yujia opened her mouth wide and took a big bite.

In an instant, the aroma of chili oil filled the air.

Mikazuki Seisakusho twitched her nose, turned her head in surprise, and looked at the source of the smell—the bitten rice ball.

Bright red chili oil was bubbling out, and the owner holding it had a flushed face and tears streaming down his face.

"How does it taste?" Shirakawa Kurumi looked at her expectantly.

"It's so spicy!"

Chapter Nine: Begging and Pleading to Move In (Part Three)

The golden week of the first year of high school is coming to an end.

For Kotegawa, these past few days have left a deep impression on him, one he can't forget even if he wanted to.

During this period, he would go house hunting with the experienced driver during the day, and when he returned in the afternoon, he would always see Shirakawa Kurumi with a gentle smile and the seaweed chili sauce beef rice balls she brought.

Ever since Jia took a bite of this thing, it has been classified as a "dangerous item" by the family.

From then on, all the rice balls belonged to him, including the one that Yuka had bitten.

Although it's a "dangerous item," to be fair, Hu Tao is very talented in cooking. The rice balls she cobbled together were actually quite delicious, except for being a bit spicy, a bit sour, and a bit unhealthy.

The ratio of chili to vinegar is almost perfect, and the marinated beef is also marinated to perfection. You could easily eat at least ten bowls of dumplings with this chili vinegar...

So, if you can tolerate the spiciness, these rice balls will make you want to take a second bite after the first, and a third after the first. But when you reach for the third, a strong burning signal will come from somewhere in your body, telling you, "No, you can't eat anymore."

That's right, one or two is fine, but four is really too many.

His refrigerator was already filled with rice balls, wrapped tightly in layers of cling film and placed in boxes.

Kotegawa Kamimi also formally told her: You are not allowed to bring spicy rice balls anymore!

Hu Tao was very obedient and immediately promised not to cook anymore. Actually, she was a little annoyed by cooking for several days in a row, but she had a small request that she hoped Kotegawa would agree to.

She wants to move here, to the third bedroom on the first floor.

It was the night before the end of the Golden Week holiday and the start of the new school term.

In the storage room on the third floor, she told Kotegawa about her plans for the past few days.

"No way!" Kote Kami looked sternly at the girl whose cheeks were puffed out like a pufferfish and said, "Your house is closer to the school, right? And there doesn't seem to be any reason why you have to move in, does there?"

"What do you mean, 'no'?" Shirakawa Kurumi, with her hands behind her back and acting all girlish, turned her head and snorted, "If you insist on not doing it, I'll compromise and pay your rent!"

"Do I need your few crooked fruits?" Kotekawa Kami, who already owned his own property, spoke with great confidence. He reached out and pulled over two cushions, tossed one to her, and sat down cross-legged, saying, "Let's have a good chat."

"Oh!"

Kotekawa Kami looked at her as she sat down in his lap, his face darkening slightly. He pointed to the cushion opposite him and said, "Sit over there!"

"Oh? Are you shy?"

"..." Kotegawa Kami really wanted to say a classic line: "You're playing with fire."

But these lines didn't suit his mood; instead, they made things worse.

Any hot-blooded young man with such a shameless girl in his arms would probably find it hard to resist the urge to have sex with her.

He reached out and pinched her armpit, scratching it. The girl's eyes crinkled into a smile, and she jumped up.

She's ticklish.

Kami Kotekawa asked leisurely, "Tell me, why do you want to move in?"

"Well..." Shirakawa Kurumi looked at him seriously: "Furutegawa, I want to move in, it's all for your own good!"

The young man stared at her unmoved.

Keep fooling me, let's see if you can fool me into being crippled today!

"Actually, you're in a very dangerous situation right now!" Shirakawa Kurumi squatted down in front of him in a very unladylike manner. Her squatting posture was like that of a delinquent girl on the street, which was very inconsistent with her stunningly beautiful image. Fortunately, she was wearing pants.

"Oh?"

“Let’s start with Mikazuki.” Shirakawa Kurumi continued her analysis: “Look at Mikazuki, although she has a large chest, she is very petite, especially in appearance. She looks so young that people would believe she is a middle school student if she walked down the street.”

“She was indeed a middle school student a few months ago,” Kotegawa Kami interjected.

"Don't interrupt!" Shirakawa Kurumi ignored her and continued, "That's true, but do you admit that Mikazuki does look very young? Big eyes, a childlike face... When you walk with her on the street, has no one stared at you with those kinds of strange looks?"