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

She breathed a sigh of relief and said without turning her head, "It's so late, it would be too noisy to talk outside."

Kotegawa glanced at his digital watch; it was 1:24 AM, which was indeed very late.

He took off his coat, plopped down on the beanbag chair amidst the crumpled papers, and asked curiously, "How did you know I was back?"

"What else could it be but something I just happened to see?" Takanashi said calmly, hugging a fluffy teddy bear to his chest.

Although I'm quite familiar with this guy, it's the first time I've ever called him into my bedroom in the middle of the night, and my heart is still racing.

Kotegawa agreed with this statement, glanced at the pile of manuscript papers on the table, and asked softly, "Still writing songs?"

"No, I just finished work and took a shower. I'm getting ready for bed." Takanashi stretched out her fingers and twirled a strand of hair behind her ear.

She started growing her hair out, from May of last year until now; her original ear-length bob has grown to shoulder length.

"And you?" she asked.

"Me..." Kotegawa lay down on the sofa, resting his head on his arm, staring at the ceiling: "Well, I finished my work by the evening, right? I chatted with my boss for a while, and then came back."

"Just got back from Kyoto?"

"No, I went to Hokkaido again this evening..." Kotegawa paused, a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry, I didn't bring back any good souvenirs..."

"No need!" Takanashi said irritably, "We're not exactly friendly neighbors! Besides, we're not going there for fun, why are you so hung up on that souvenir!"

Kotegawa couldn't help but smile: "Although I didn't bring any edible souvenirs, I did bring some other things. I'll sort them out when I get home and then share some with you."

"Is it some kind of souvenir?"

"no……"

"Musical instrument?"

"It's not..."

Takanashi opened her eyes wide and glared at him with puffed-out cheeks.

Kotegawa didn't keep her in suspense any longer and carefully said, "I brought back some gold."

"..."

After a moment of silence in the room, Takanashi couldn't help but ask, "Did you strike gold? How come you always bring back gold?"

"I wish I could find a gold mine..." Kotegawa sighed. "I dug it out bit by bit from the monster's den. Lately, the work I've been doing hasn't been very profitable, so this is the only way I can supplement my income."

He was suffering inside too.

Takanashi was stunned, his eyes filled with heartache and tenderness.

This guy has it tough too...

"You've worked hard... You can keep the gold; it can be exchanged for a lot of money... How much did you pay?"

The little bird is so clever and understanding.

Kotegawa looked at her gently: "I didn't count it, but I estimate it's about five tons."

I really couldn't tell before that the Demon King, such a huge evil god, was actually a poor ghost.

Overwhelmed with compassion, Takanashi, who had been feeling melancholy, instantly became expressionless.

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Chapter 130 Spring Festival (Part Two) (Please subscribe and vote with monthly tickets)

Kotegawa was almost kicked out, if he hadn't been worried about making too much noise and waking up Ms. Chiko who was sleeping downstairs.

It took the little bird a long time to calm down after taking deep breaths.

The two of them stared at each other across a small round table.

After quite a while, Takanashi finally spoke up: "What would you like to drink?"

"Just cooled boiled water will do, do you have any?"

Takanashi put down the teddy bear she was hugging, opened the door and went downstairs. Not long after, she came back with a plate on it, with two cups and a glass teapot on it.

She placed the plate on the small round table in the middle of the bedroom, glancing sideways at Kotegawa, who was sitting motionless there: "What, waiting for me to pour it for you? Do you want me to feed you?"

"If possible, I'd like to do it mouth-to-mouth."

"Pfft!" The little bird, who had just put the water cup to his lips, choked and coughed several times.

Kotegawa walked over and sat down, picked up another cup that was smeared with her saliva, and said casually, "Well, just kidding."

He poured himself a glass of water, drank it down in two gulps, and then poured himself another glass.

Takanashi maintained a duck-sitting posture, but because of her height, she could only straighten her back, and her thin pajamas highlighted her exquisite curves.

She is tall, and although she has a small bust, she is not very slender and is not the kind of skinny beauty.

Kotegawa drank three cups of water in a row.

"Are you that thirsty? Haven't you had any water all day?" Takanashi asked, looking at the nearly empty water bottle.

"It's alright, mainly because it tastes good..."

"Delicious?" Takanashi picked up his cup again, took a sip, smacked his lips slightly, and said in surprise, "I didn't put any sugar in it."

"No, you are sweet enough."

"..."

Takanashi took a deep breath and rubbed his arms back and forth: "Wow! What a cheesy pickup line!"

Kotegawa's face flushed slightly... as expected, sweet talk wasn't his forte.

But then he saw that the little bird had turned its head away, but its earlobes under its hair were clearly red.

A sudden, sharp sensation ran through him, like a feather tickling his heart. Without thinking, he reached out and grasped the little bird's hand.

Takanashi tensed up instantly, her heart pounding faster and faster. For no apparent reason, she blurted out, "I...I didn't lock the door."

Kotegawa, who had just regained his lost rationality and was regretting his impulsive actions, was also stunned when he heard this, and gently pulled his hand.

Takanashi leaned sideways into his arms.

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The two hugged tighter and tighter, their emotions surging like a flood that almost overwhelmed everything... If it weren't for the sound of a head hitting the door and an unconscious "Ouch!"

The two people, immersed in the world of kissing, were separated in an instant.

Takanashi knelt to the side, looking like a boiled shrimp, hurriedly bending down to straighten her clothes, including the buttons of her pajamas that Kotegawa had unbuttoned at some point, and her bra that had been lifted up underneath.

The warm touch from before still lingered on her chest. Her eyes were glistening with tears, and she looked towards the door with an expression as if the world was ending.

Kotegawa, who was standing behind the door, had just finished tidying himself up and then slowly opened the door.

With her hands covering her head and her body bent over, Ms. Chiko, who was about to go downstairs, turned around awkwardly. She first gave Kotekawa a meaningful look before looking at her beloved daughter and coughing, "Mom heard the voices just now, so... I'm sorry to have disturbed you."

With a cry of "Woo-ya!", the little bird rushed to its bed and burrowed under the covers.

An embarrassed Kotegawa bowed awkwardly: "Senko-sensei, I'm sorry to have woken you up."

Ms. Senko straightened up, looked at her daughter who was about to faint from shame, and coughed lightly, saying, "Kurugawa-kun, come down, let's talk."

The king, who had just been kissing so passionately that he even put his hand inside the girl's clothes, was caught red-handed at the crucial moment, and obediently followed her downstairs.

Teacher Qianzi, who had one hand in front of her chest, pointed to the sofa in the living room: "Please sit down and wait a moment."

Kotegawa sat down on the sofa with his eyes down, legs together, and hands on top of his head.

Not long after, Ms. Chiko, dressed in a formal suit, came out of the bedroom, perhaps feeling that a formal suit was appropriate for discussing serious matters.

Kotegawa's heart skipped a beat, and he held his breath in anticipation.

Ms. Senko sat down opposite him, looking at him with a half-smile: "I heard from Haruka-chan that Kotegawa-kun went to Kyoto. Is it for work?"

"In a way, it can be considered work," Kotegawa replied carefully.

"Well..." Ms. Senko sat up straight and looked him over: "To ask a rather impolite question, how much work do you have this time, Kotegawa-kun?"

"Seriously speaking, the salary only answers two questions..." he replied earnestly.

Ms. Senko exclaimed in surprise, "That's quite a unique job reward... Mr. Kotegawa, are you working for the Special Department now?"

“No, the Special Department can’t afford me.” Kotegawa shook his head and looked at her, saying, “Are you asking about my current income?”

Ms. Chiko nodded: "This question is indeed very impolite, but it is very important, so we must find out the answer."

“I don’t have a stable income right now,” Kotegawa explained. “I used to do bounty missions for the Special Division, but they rarely hire me for that kind of work anymore.”

"The collaboration wasn't going well?" The gentle Ms. Chiko used very gentle words.

"No, it's just that there's nowhere for me to make a move right now."

Ms. Chiko, seemingly unsure whether she had understood or not, nodded slightly and looked at him: "But Mr. Kotegawa said he has a job, right? He has an income, right? In monetary terms."

"While it's not a stable or guaranteed income, it is," Kotegawa nodded. "It's enough to cover our usual expenses."

Ms. Senko looked at him with a smile: "Kurugawa-kun... this answer doesn't quite satisfy me. Do you have a specific number?"

Kotegawa hesitated for a moment, then got up and went upstairs. He took down his schoolbag, and in front of the somewhat bewildered Ms. Chiko, he unzipped it, took out the large gold nugget, and gently placed it on the table.

Teacher Qianzi's beautiful eyes widened.

“I brought back a lot of this kind of gold on this trip,” Kotegawa explained. “Although it’s not very stable, I can bring back some gold on every trip, so you can rest assured about the income.”

Ms. Qianzi looked away from the dazzling gold object, quickly estimated the price in her mind, and her eyelids twitched involuntarily.

She took a deep breath, calmed herself, and nodded gently: "It's okay... put it away."

Kotegawa put it back into his bag and placed it at his feet.

Ms. Senko coughed lightly and asked, "So, Mr. Kotegawa, although that child has always denied it, could I assume that you and Hanamai are already dating upstairs just now?"

“Hmm…” Kotegawa looked up, leaned forward slightly, and lowered his voice: “I think you are right.”

“Very good…” Ms. Senko nodded gently, looked at him, and asked the last question: “Does Mr. Kotegawa intend to date both my daughter and Haruka at the same time? Or have you chosen Hanamai?”

A dangerous glint flashed in Ms. Chiko's eyes as she said those words.

Kotegawa, having gone all out, shouted, "I'm waiting for Takanashi to nod!"