Tokyo: Starting with the Shrine Maiden

It's obvious that she's the one who manages the household.

I have reservations about Tachibana Yui's statement.

Just then, the door opened.

Tsuchimikado Mari brought back two large bags of seafood.

Tachibana Yui turned around, knelt on the sofa, and said impatiently, "Mari, hurry up."

Haruhiko looked up and could see her delicate back, her drooping ponytail, and her two little feet dangling wildly.

Cough cough, I want to grab it.

"It'll be ready soon."

"That's what Tsuchimikado Mari said casually."

"Mari-neechan, let me help."

Haruhiko stood up, took the seafood from her hand, and said.

Mari Tsuchimikado had intended to refuse, but since he was already in front of her, she didn't say anything more.

Tachibana Yui pursed her delicate lips, paused for a few seconds, and said, "I'll help too."

"No, you can't."

Mari Tsuchimikado refused outright.

"...?"

Tachibana Yui's eyes widened involuntarily, and she showed her two little fangs in anger.

Remember to keep reading these next few days, everyone. This is the last recommendation; it's a crucial moment.

Chapter 69 A Physique That Makes One Easily Cry

"You're doing it wrong; that's not how you handle salmon."

Tsuchimikado Mari glanced at it and said, "I'll teach you."

"I have never handled salmon before."

Haruhiko smiled a little embarrassedly and said, "Thank you for your help, Mari-neechan."

As he spoke, he handed over the kitchen knife.

But Tsuchimikado Mari grabbed his wrist.

She moved behind Haruhiko and said, "Remember the steps."

The two people were pressed close together.

Haruhiko could feel warm breaths brushing against his ear.

At the same time, a soft touch came from my back.

His gaze fell downwards, and he saw Tsuchimikado Mari's hands, as white and lustrous as jade.

At this moment, he was holding the fish with his left hand and slicing it with his right.

Her hands were also warmer than those of an average human.

But not to the point of causing burns.

This gave Haruhiko a unique experience.

He quickly composed himself and began studying seriously.

But it's so damn hard.

As Tsuchimikado Mari chopped vegetables, her body swayed.

Fortunately, the ordeal ended soon.

Haruhiko subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Just then, Tsuchimikado Mari's eyes narrowed into a dangerous arc.

She rested her chin on Haruhiko's shoulder, sniffed, and said, "This scent is really alluring."

This sounds exactly like a big bad wolf seeing a little white rabbit.

Am I going to get eaten?

A dangerous thought flashed through Haruhiko's mind.

Tsuchimikado Mari withdrew her hand and said, "For the rest, just handle it the way I just taught you."

Her expression returned to its usual calm.

It's as if what I just said was just an illusion.

Haruhiko nodded.

After some time, all the seafood had been processed.

"Step back."

Mari Tsuchimikado spoke up.

Haruhiko was confused.

Now only one step remains: to boil the water and cook the seafood.

What does "step back" mean?

But he still managed to create some distance between them.

Tsuchimikado Mari raised her eyebrows slightly, her fair skin seeming to radiate magma.

The scorching heat made her hair dance like flames.

Her eyes turned red, and pale blue butterflies appeared around her and swirled around her.

The suit jacket and pencil skirt she was wearing had turned to ashes.

Bathed in light, she changed into a red kimono.

A pair of long, white legs were exposed.

But she was wearing black stockings on her left leg and white stockings on her right leg.

This is Shiranui's demon form.

Haruhiko's eyes widened.

She and Yukihime are indeed two completely different extremes.

But is it really necessary to make such a fuss over cooking a hot pot?

Haruhiko twitched the corner of his mouth, unable to understand.

But it did recover quite quickly.

In less than a minute, the seafood hot pot was cooked through.

Tsuchimikado Mari tilted her head and said, "Take it out, be careful it's hot."

Haruhiko immediately did as instructed.

After he left, Tsuchimikado Mari's body returned to normal.

But not a single thread.

During battle, she wears special clothes.

But on ordinary days, she dresses like a typical secretary.

Tsuchimikado Mari took out some clothes, changed, and left the kitchen.

Haruhiko glanced at it and was slightly taken aback.

She was wearing a kimono-style nightgown.

In other words, she just... ouch!

Haruhiko suppressed the inappropriate thoughts in his mind and focused on the delicious food in front of him.

Hot pot cooked with Shiranui fire is indeed quite good.

After finishing his meal, Haruhiko wasted no time and began meditating and cultivating.

Tachibana Yui watched him from a short distance away, subconsciously twirling a strand of hair behind her ear with her fingers.

Putting everything else aside, he is quite diligent.

If it were someone else, they might have already fallen into depravity.

In this respect, she is similar to Yoru.

time flies.

Night falls.

Haruhiko opened his eyes.