My wife is the stand-in.

The sound of water immediately disappeared, and the room became completely quiet.

Only two breaths remained.

One was rough, the other trembled.

"Teacher Tohsaka, you forgot to bring a change of clothes. Let me bring them to you."

Amanosaki, with his hands empty, spoke earnestly.

“…Come in.” Rin Tohsaka’s voice carried a sense of resigned helplessness.

Amanosaki opened the door and stepped into the toilet, where the air was even more humid and misty than a swamp.

Rin Tohsaka sat in a bathtub full of bubbles, holding a glass of red wine that was almost empty. Her face was slightly drunk and dazed, and her persimmon-like red color stretched from her face to her collarbone. Her eyes were crystal clear and stared at him without blinking.

Her arched knees emerged from the water, and the black stockings, soaked in water, had a glossy sheen, which softened the black color while highlighting the girl's flesh tone beneath.

As expected of a petroleum derivative, it naturally possesses a natural moisturizing quality!

"Where are your clothes?" Rin Tohsaka asked angrily, looking at Amanosaki who had nothing in his hands.

Amanosaki stepped into the bathtub, untied his bathrobe, and hung it on the rack: "This is it."

After saying that, he sat down. The narrow bathtub couldn't accommodate two people, so Rin Tohsaka pulled her legs back.

However, Amanosaki held his ankle down, preventing him from moving.

"Teacher, don't be shy. Meow."

Amanosaki scooped up Rin's legs, wrapped them around her knees and neck in a princess carry, and leaned in to bite her lips, gently sucking on them.

Rin placed her hand on Amanosaki's chest, closed her eyes resignedly, and her red-rimmed glasses contrasted sharply with her bright red face.

Amanosaki touched Rin's small feet and slowly sank into the water.

"Aim~"

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A tired body after a good workout always leads to a wonderful, dreamless night.

After falling into a deep sleep, Amanosaki entered a light sleep state. He turned around to hug the person next to him, wanting to hold her delicate body in his arms.

But there was no one beside me.

Are you cooking?

Thinking this, he buried his head in the pillow next to him, wanting to inhale as much 'girlfriend energy' as possible.

The smell enters the nasal cavity and evokes associations.

It is said that a young girl's natural fragrance can evoke images of a summer morning, with the faint scent of flowers in the air, or perhaps the smell of the sea breeze.

But this time, Amanosaki, who was sleeping lightly, frowned.

He smelled something strange.

The smell evokes images of a sunset, withered flowers, a lean horse in the whistling west wind, and crows cawing among bare branches. It also carries the faint musty smell of wood from a dilapidated house.

This flavor is known as "old people's flavor" in Japan.

Amanosaki opened his eyes, jumped up, and looked around.

There's no doubt about it, there's someone else's smell in the room!

My girlfriend is missing!

The magic crest on his right hand immediately activated, and enhancement magic enveloped his limbs. Amanosaki solemnly searched the room but found nothing.

He finally arrived at the door of the toilet where he had enjoyed the erotic scene the previous night, and slowly placed his fingers on the door.

wow-

Amanosaki pushed open the door, raised his fist, and prepared to teach the intruder a lesson.

But then he opened his mouth and stared blankly at the scene before him.

An elderly woman, dressed in fine clothes, with her silver hair styled in a topknot and adorned with a gold and jewel-encrusted bun, sat on the toilet, wiping away tears with a meticulously woven handkerchief.

Her body was hunched over with age, making her head appear unusually large. She had puffy eyes, a narrow, hooked nose like a hanging bag, and a face full of wrinkles that could trap a mosquito. There was a large mole in the center of her forehead.

The luxurious makeup couldn't hide her age; there was no doubt that she exuded an old-fashioned aura.

But Amanosaki was unable to deliver a powerful punch to the old woman.

He recognized the old man.

No, it's more accurate to say that all animation enthusiasts and even film lovers remember this old woman vividly.

This old woman shone brightly in Studio Ghibli's "Spirited Away," directed by Hayao Miyazaki, who received an Oscar Lifetime Achievement Award!

"Yu... Yubaba?!"

Amanosaki murmured the other person's name in an almost muttering tone.

Yubaba heard Amanosaki's murmurs and cried even harder:

She pointed to her face, crying and cursing:

"Look what you've done!"

Amanosaki was shocked.

This, this Yubaba, is actually the [ideal type] she looks like today!

Damn it! Wasn't it supposed to only transform into sweet, soft, beautiful young girls? How come it can even transform into an old woman?!

Chapter 45: Yubaba (Chapter 2)

Yubaba was sobbing on the toilet.

Amanosaki leaned against the toilet door with one hand, looking somewhat lost.

He could understand Yubaba's sadness. Yesterday she was a delicate young woman, wearing a uniform and cosplaying with her boyfriend. But when she woke up, she had skipped the middle age and become an old woman.

If Nozaki were to turn into an old man overnight, he knew he couldn't handle it.

The fact that Yubaba only closed the toilet door and cried secretly shows that she had already accepted the reality due to her identity.

Otherwise, Amanosaki felt that he might not have a better fate than Chihiro's gluttonous parents who had turned into pigs.

In that case, perhaps today's breakfast will be a whole pig feast?

Knowing something is one thing, but being able to accept it is another.

Although his girlfriend had turned into an old woman, this situation only lasted for a day and did not cause him any real inconvenience.

And to be honest, judging from the anime, Yubaba's witchcraft is much more powerful than that of Rin Tohsaka, Saria, and Hinata Hyuga.

A cluster of exquisite, ancient stone carvings along the roadside is like a paradise on earth, possessing the ability to resemble the hidden world or Buddhist kingdom in the palm of one's hand from "Journey to the West."

From an objective standpoint, Granny Yu actually helped him more.

but!

The Stand [Ideal Type] is exactly as the name suggests; the changing women are all the female images that Amanosaki idealizes.

and so……

Amanosaki pounded the doorframe, pressing one hand to his forehead, thinking incredulously:

'When did I ever have any improper thoughts about the old lady?!'

"Indeed, compared to a silly, tactless, and flat-chested girl, I definitely prefer mature and charming women. But no matter what, I can't possibly be attracted to an older woman!"

'Is there some mistake?'

He bit his nails, starting to wonder if he should see a psychiatrist.

This may be a mental illness; early treatment leads to a faster recovery.

"Hmph, as expected, men only care about appearances. Now that I'm old and unattractive, you start banging on the door and giving me the silent treatment."

"Then I'll leave!"

Granny Tang swung her short legs and jumped off the toilet. She stretched out her well-maintained, red-painted nails and flicked them lightly.

Amanosaki immediately felt something grab his clothes, and he was lifted into the air before falling awkwardly to the ground, making way for the toilet door.

Granny Yu walked out slowly, waving her fingers in the air a few times.

The glassware she left on the table yesterday melted automatically, twisting and coming together to form a beautiful and sturdy cane.

Gripping her cane, Yubaba glanced sadly at Amanosaki, who had fallen to the ground, and walked step by step toward the door.

"Wait a moment!"

Amanosaki tried to stand up, but the witchcraft that was pulling at his clothes prevented him from doing so.

So he simply tore open his pajamas, rushed over with hurried steps, and stopped the old woman.

"Yu..." Amanosaki almost called out Yubaba's name, but he bit his tongue, stopping the rest of the words in his throat. He sincerely held Yubaba's hand, "Yu, why do you think of me like that?"

"Are you really that bad at choosing men? Do you lack confidence in yourself?"

As Amanosaki spoke, he hugged Yubaba tightly.

"It wasn't me who chose you, it was you who chose me," Granny Yu said sarcastically, her eyes red.

Beneath that fluffy, floor-length blue dress lay the withered, bony features typical of the elderly.

Thinking about how much his girlfriend had changed and how different she was from yesterday to today, Amanosaki couldn't help but feel guilty.

Because of him, it's all because of him that Tom has suffered like this!

Which woman doesn't want to always look beautiful?

It was all because of my own godlike fantasies that she ended up like this. The guilty party isn't her, it's me!

Thinking of this, Amanosaki was overcome with sorrow and shed bitter tears.

Why, why am I such a wicked man?

These sorrowful emotions, conveyed by Amanosaki's unreserved self-reproach and repentance, were passed on to Yubaba.

She was stunned for a moment, heartbroken by her appearance.