Shirou, who returned from the Fairy Kingdom

Ye Sizhen felt uneasy.

My chest felt tight, and breathing became increasingly difficult.

This feeling is like the wound that Shirou had recently healed has reopened.

She took out a red ornament shaped like a crescent moon.

This is Ye Sizhen's non-combat magical artifact, called "Cup Jade".

The so-called "珓" refers to two clam shells, representing yin and yang respectively.

Its shell is shaped like a cup, hence the name "cup jujube".

In ancient China, people would throw two clam shells into the air during sacrificial ceremonies and observe their orientation to determine good or bad fortune.

One side facing up and the other side facing down is considered auspicious; this ancient divination method is also known as "cup divination".

However, Ye Sizhen's "cup" is not a divination tool, but a magical artifact incorporating thought magic, which can be used to communicate with distant places.

"Sizhen, if anything happens at home, please try to contact me."

After Shirou said that, Ye Sizhen handed him one of the two halves of the "Cup Jade" she carried with her.

At the time, Ye Sizhen was still thinking that "it sounds like a token of affection between me and this child, that we each own half of him." Her heart was fluttering a little.

I just didn't expect it to actually come in handy so soon.

She stopped just as she was about to touch the dress.

Ye Sizhen remembered that the "Cup of Jade" had a video function, so she walked to the nearby mirror.

Adjust the bodice of the cheongsam and tidy up the messy hair.

Her adorable, anxious look was just like that of a high school girl going on a date.

Afterwards, Ye Sizhen lightly bit her red lips and opened the magical costume for communication.

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Volume 4, Chapter 185: The Other End of the Telephone...

The first battle in the love hotel was a resounding victory for Shirou after a hard-fought struggle.

“……………………?”

Her hoarse voice had lost its former stern tone, and Aozaki Aoko lay limp with her limbs outstretched, a dazed and confused expression on her face.

In the current situation, this is basically the same pattern every time.

Every time, Aozaki Aoko always manages to overpower Shirou at the beginning and briefly gain the upper hand.

Just like Miss Blue's magical battle style, Aozaki Aoko is also passionate and fast in this regard, giving people a fierce feeling.

For the first ten minutes, Shirou could only defend himself.

Several times, she almost surrendered and admitted defeat under Aozaki Aoko's fierce attacks.

however--

Shirou's true strength is only just beginning.

Whether it's fighting or anything else, Shirou has never been a man known for his strength or speed.

Shirou Amamiya's greatest strength has always been his skill honed over many years, and—

The endurance that stems from his innate and powerful spirit.

Around the 20-minute mark, the situation on the field began to reverse.

Although Aozaki Aoko still exuded a strong aura, anyone could see that she was just putting on a brave face.

After about 30 minutes, Aoko's last bit of composure completely vanished...

She became completely at the mercy of a boy younger than herself, losing her former composure and confidence, and even her rationality completely dissolved.

Of course, Shirou is not a demon.

If Aozaki Aoko is willing to put aside her proud pride and take the initiative to beg for mercy and admit defeat to Shirou, he will switch to gentle mode.

He preferred a loving approach to treating women with cruelty and indifference.

Well, it seems that Aoko likes it no matter how Shirou treats her...

Afterwards, Shirou gently stroked the head of the red-haired beauty he had been tormenting for a whole hour.

Aoko, feeling her beloved boy pat her head, wore an expression of immense happiness.

"Come on, lift it up a little bit."

Shirou pulled out a tissue, carefully placed it on the sheet, and then—

"Pop?"

……

……

"Ugh~ Shirou's arm is too hard, it's so uncomfortable to use as a pillow."

Aoko, resting her head on Shirou's arm, protested with a dissatisfied expression.

"I'm sorry to say that I'm a man whose attribute is sword."

"It has nothing to do with magic attributes."

Aoko muttered, "Although Shirou's body is very strong and he does look very pleasing to the eye, it's not comfortable to hug him at all."

But the reverse is also true.

Any woman would feel incredibly happy to be held tightly by Shirou's increasingly masculine body...

Aoko didn't say those embarrassing words aloud.

She raised her neck, and Shirou immediately withdrew his arm.

"I'm going to take a shower... My neck is covered in Aoko's saliva, it's sticky... Uh, I think I left a hickey."

"Hehehe, I'll join too."

"Are we allowed to move around now?"

"Ah."

Aozaki Aoko rolled over in bed with a "whoosh" and then jumped off.

Shirou stared intently at her graceful, snow-white figure, his heart filled with emotion.

Aoko went into the bathroom first and turned on the bathtub faucet, while Shirou picked up the clothes scattered on the floor and took them into the bathroom.

When Shirou entered the bathroom, he saw Aoko standing in front of the bathroom mirror, holding a hair tie in her mouth, with her long red hair pinned up at the back of her head.

This pose is so tempting... Shirou thought to himself.

"What are you looking at?" Aoko blinked.

“…No.” Shirou turned his face away.

"I'm definitely watching!"

"I said no."

Seeing Shirou's stubborn denial, Aoko grabbed the showerhead and sprayed it at him.

"Wait...stop fooling around!"

Shirou glared at her, while Aoko covered her mouth and chuckled.

While the two were playfully fighting, the bathtub quickly filled with hot water.

Shirou rinsed himself off with the showerhead a few times, then soaked in the bathtub.

Unlike Shirou, Aoko spends more time bathing; she's always been the type to enjoy taking a bath.

Shirou sat in Amamiya, silently watching Aoko take a shower.

After putting her long, red hair up to her ankles, she revealed her flawless, curvaceous back.

It doesn't have the slightest hint of vulgarity; instead, it exudes a natural feminine beauty.

"Well."

After washing up, Aoko walked to the bathtub.

"Make room for me."

Upon hearing this, Shirou tried to get up, but his shoulder was pressed down.

Qingzi said, "I didn't ask you to stand up, so please give me some space."

Shirou finally realized what she meant, and then he spread his knees apart.

Aoko stepped into the bathtub and turned around—

Then she sat in the bathtub, in the spot where Shirou was sitting.

"Wow--"

Hot water overflowed from the edge of the bathtub, splashing onto the bathroom tiles.

Shirou stared at Aoko's profile and asked, puzzled, "Why are you sitting like that?"

before.

After each time, when Shirou goes to take a bath with Aoko or Arisu, he is always asked to sit in their laps.

"Hmm? There's no reason why. I just... wanted to try it out."

As she spoke, Aoko brushed aside the strands of hair that fell to her shoulder: "Shirou has been becoming more and more manly lately, so..."

Upon hearing this, Shirou sighed with emotion: it seems he has grown quite a bit recently.

I'll measure my height again when I get back.

Thinking this, he wrapped his arms around Aoko's waist, which was soaking in the water.

"……call."

Aoko rested her head comfortably on Shirou's shoulder, a relaxed expression on her face.

As Shirou looked down at the two floating on the water, he chatted idly with Aoko.

The bathtub was so comfortable, and Shirou and Aoko, who had just finished exercising, were both a little drowsy after soaking for a while.

"Hmm, I'm a little sleepy..."

Aoko spoke in a much softer, more girlish voice than usual, revealing that she had been completely overcome by sleep.

"Wait, Aoko, don't fall asleep here."

Shirou felt her waist sinking, so he used his arms to support her body.

"Hoo hoo... Let's sleep together later."

"Let's talk about it in bed."

"Shirou, carry me out."

"Do not make jokes."

Just as Shirou and Aoko were entangled in the bathtub—

A vibration came from a basket containing clothes not far from the bathtub.

"what sound?"

Aoko was startled and turned to ask.

Shirou frowned, lifted his upper body out of the bathtub, stretched out his arm, and reached into the changing basket.

After some exploration, the boy produced a crescent-shaped ornament in his hand, which was constantly emitting magical energy.

"Oh, 'Cup of Jewels'...!"

"You know this?" Shirou asked in surprise.