Tokyo: Starting with the Shrine Maiden

Tsuchimikado Mari stared at her for a few seconds, but ultimately didn't get anything of value.

She thought to herself that she should start with Haruhiko.

"Ah."

Tsuchimikado Mari responded and turned to leave.

Tachibana Yui breathed a sigh of relief.

She thought for a moment, picked up her phone, and sent a message.

"Your song was really good. How about we come over and record it together sometime?"

Logically, she should have asked Haruhiko to directly submit the lyrics and music.

But for some reason, she wanted to finish the song with him.

In her eyes, this song was like a gift that Haruhiko had specially given her.

The phone vibrates.

Haruhiko regained a little consciousness.

He looked at Yukihime, unable to speak because his mouth was gagged.

The two people hugged each other tightly.

Yukihime, wearing black stockings, had firm and smooth thighs that she was slowly caressing Haruhiko.

a long time.

She licked her rosy, glistening lips and said, "I'll go cook. We'll talk about the rest tonight."

As Xueji spoke, she released her grip.

She laughed and tugged at her stockings.

Haruhiko followed her movements and noticed that the stockings had left marks on her thighs.

Yukihime immediately revealed a captivating charm.

She asked softly, "Haven't you seen enough yet?"

Haruhiko immediately replied, "I can never get enough of it."

Yuki nodded in satisfaction, then leaned forward again, twisted her body, and then left.

"This is unbearable."

Haruhiko sat on the sofa, took out his phone, and saw a message from Tachibana Yui.

Want to record a song together?

Yeah.

He wanted to avoid having to find someone to rewrite the music.

Whether Tachibana Yui will have any doubts or not is actually irrelevant.

After all, this song is an original work in the world.

Aside from himself, there is no other source.

"When?"

Haruhiko typed and asked.

"I've been quite busy lately, and I'm not sure exactly when it will end."

Tachibana Yui rested her head on her stand-in's lap and typed a reply, "I will let you know in advance."

"Well."

Haruhiko had just heard her say that she was quite busy that afternoon, so there was no rush.

For him, it was just about earning some extra money.

Or rather, it would be more meaningful to win Tachibana Yui's favor.

Judging from her reaction, she must really like this song.

Haruhiko felt he had secured Tachibana Yui's long-term meal ticket.

Even if something goes wrong in the future, there will be a way out.

"Anything else?"

Haruhiko typed another question.

"No."

Tachibana Yui bit her lip.

I want to chat, but I don't know what to talk about.

She put away her phone, feeling a strange mix of emotions.

Seeing this, Haruhiko ended the brief chat.

He was unaware of Tachibana Yui's complicated feelings.

I played all day today, and I'm a little tired.

Instead of meditating and cultivating, Haruhiko started watching TV.

He suddenly realized a problem.

What about Izumi?

I feel a little unaccustomed to not having her massage my face.

Haruhiko went to her room after thinking about it.

The door is not closed.

He glanced inside and saw that Izumi was actually cultivating.

She was wearing a loose, dress-like nightgown, her fair, jade-like legs crossed in meditation.

Psionic energy constantly materialized into wind, fluttering the hem of her skirt.

Haruhiko withdrew his gaze and closed the door.

Fortunately, there were no outsiders at home.

However, wearing only pajamas is perhaps too casual.

Haruhiko shook his head.

He returned to the sofa and, seeing that Bai Shuang had woken up, asked, "Is there any TV program you'd like to watch?"

Bai Shuang was speechless and too lazy to speak. She flicked her fluffy tail to indicate her refusal.

Haruhiko thought to himself, "This tail is really interesting."

Want to touch.

But unfortunately, I can't touch it.

Bai Shuang noticed Qingyan's regretful gaze.

It glanced at its own tail, remembered the feeling from before, and quickly turned its head away.

Haruhiko could only continue watching TV.

Not long after, Yukihime came out of the kitchen carrying the food.

"Come over for dinner."

As she shouted, she untied her apron, revealing a white knitted sweater and long, beautiful legs encased in black stockings.

Haruhiko's appetite suddenly increased, and he ate two more bowls of rice.

late at night.

After they finished showering, the two went into the room together.

Haruhiko crawled into bed.

But Yukihime did not.

She walked to the wardrobe and took out a rather gorgeous long dress.

Haruhiko was stunned; the long dress looked very familiar.

It was the Lolita-style long dress that appeared in the magical girl anime he often watched with Izumi.

"When did you buy it?"

Haruhiko remembered the surprise she had mentioned before. Could this be it?

However, magical girls don't seem to offer any major surprises.

After all, he felt that Yukihime had many clothes that were prettier and sexier than this.

I bought it the day before yesterday.

Yukihime shook her clothes, revealing its full appearance.