The story begins with an eight-foot-tall lady surrounded by ghost story ladies.

While saying these words...

Jinguji Saya's gaze remained fixed on him.

That gaze was too direct, so direct that it didn't seem like the look a dignified widow's adoptive mother should have.

But her expression remained dignified.

So dignified it was almost provocative.

Natsume Fanyu finally turned his head and looked at her.

Their eyes met in the twilight.

He saw in her eyes the last rays of the setting sun outside the window, and also his face.

Those eyes were so clear, so clear, that they didn't seem like those of someone in charge of one of the three major forces in Tokyo's underworld.

But it was precisely this clarity that made him realize something...

The widow's adoptive mother was not lying.

She really did want to.

She was willing to hand over everything in the Jinguji family to him.

including herself.

"interesting."

Natsume Fanyu withdrew his gaze and looked out the window again.

As dusk deepened, the city lights began to illuminate the night.

Night is falling in Tokyo.

And in his office stood a woman who was willing to offer up the entire Yakuza Empire.

Behind him stood an eight-foot-tall woman who wished she could lock him in her shadow so no one could see him.

Natsume Fanyu suddenly felt...

It seems I haven't picked up the wrong script for my own life.

It's just a little bit more complicated than the kind of "exhilarating combat".

"Mrs. Saya."

He turned his head, looked into Saya Jinguji's eyes, and finally spoke:

"You just said..."

"To accompany Rin and her mother?"

"This 'together'..."

"What exactly does it mean?"

"It means exactly what it says." Saya Jinguji's lips curved into a smile.

That curve made her lips appear fuller, more...suitable to be bitten.

"Mrs. Saya."

Natsume Fanyu's lips also curved into a smile, but it was a smile that held a deeper meaning.

"You're a really interesting person."

"Thank you for the compliment." Jinguji Saya bowed slightly.

She bent over slightly, just enough to open a small gap in the neckline of her kimono.

The shadow of the collarbone was faintly visible through that gap.

Further down, there are undulating curves that even the fabric cannot conceal.

She didn't rush to straighten up, but lingered at that angle for half a second.

Half a second is enough for the man on the other side to see the depth of the gap.

Then she straightened up, her gaze passing over Natsume Fanyu's shoulder and landing on the eight-foot-tall lady behind him.

Then he did something that surprised everyone present.

She actually bowed slightly to the eight-foot-tall lady.

"This...madam."

"Please take care of me in the future."

The eight-foot-tall lady looked at her.

The murderous intent in those cold eyes was fading, replaced by something more complex.

It's like vigilance, like scrutiny, and like...

A sense of helplessness, as if "another competitor has emerged."

She did not respond, her figure gradually fading into the air and merging back into Natsume Fanyu's shadow.

This time, there was no snort, no warning.

There was only a barely audible sigh.

It's like saying...

Another one.

Natsume Fanyu sensed the sigh, and the corners of his mouth curved up even more.

"Mrs. Saya."

I will consider your suggestion.

"But now..."

He turned and walked to the door, then opened it.

It's getting late.

"You should go back now."

Jinguji Saya looked at him for two seconds.

Then she nodded, lifted the hem of her kimono, and walked past him.

She paused as she passed by him.

This time, the faint fragrance of white plum blossoms clearly wafted into his nostrils.

"Mr. Natsume."

She turned her head to the side, her voice so low that only the two of them could hear it.

"The doors of the Jinguji family are always open to you."

"My door..."

She paused.

"Too."

Then she left.

With the three exorcists, the two auras hidden in the shadows, and the hundreds of men in black suits downstairs, they disappeared into the twilight of Tokyo streets.

The silhouette of the woman in the kimono swayed in the twilight.

The belt buckle was tied behind her back, swaying gently with her steps.

Every sway emphasizes the slenderness of her waist.

Each sway hints at the suppleness of that waist at a certain moment.

A short while later.

The room finally became quiet.

Natsume Fanyu closed the door, leaned against it, and looked up at the ceiling.

"Okusan".

He spoke in his mind.

no respond.

"Okusan?"

Still no response.

But the next second, a huge white figure emerged from the shadows, completely enveloping him.

The eight-foot-tall lady lowered her head, her cold eyes looking down at him from above.

The white mourning clothes clung to her body, the neckline wide open, revealing a startling undulation from her collarbone down to her waist, almost bursting the thin fabric, trembling slightly with her breath.

"you..."

She spoke, her voice low and hoarse, carrying an emotion that was suppressed to the extreme.

"Are you really considering it?"

Natsume Fanyu looked at her.

Looking into those eyes, I saw the possessiveness, unease, resentment, and a barely perceptible hint of...

fear.

He nodded in fear.

He agreed out of fear.

She feared that he would become someone else's husband, even if only in name.

He feared that one night, the woman in the kimono would actually push open "her door" and pull him inside.

Natsume Fanyu did not answer.

Instead, he raised his hand, his fingers running through the eight-foot-tall lady's flowing black hair, and resting on the back of her neck.

The eight-foot-tall lady's body trembled slightly.

The curve swayed because of the tremor, almost falling out of the open neckline.

"Okusan, I am not considering becoming someone's husband."

"What I'm considering is..."

"How can I use the power of the Jinguji family to build you the largest spiritual realm in all of Tokyo?"

The eight-foot-tall lady was stunned.

She never imagined that while he was being so seduced by Saya Jinguji, he was still thinking about how to fulfill his promise to her.

Thinking of this, Madam Bachi couldn't help but lean down and bury her face in his neck.

At that moment, her three-meter-tall body softened like a pool of water, nestling completely and unreservedly into his embrace.

Beneath the white mourning clothes, a body so full it bordered on sinful clung tightly to him through the thin fabric.

Every curve and every undulation seems to have been tailor-made for him.

Natsume Fanyu did not push away the eight-foot lady.

He could feel the arc pressing down on his chest, almost deforming it.

The texture felt like two freshly baked rice cakes, soft and hot.

He immediately reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist.

Feel the soft, elastic skin beneath that thin fabric, and the rounded curve that suddenly widens from the waistline downwards.

"Okusan, don't worry."

"No matter when or what the circumstances, you will always be with me."

"forever!"

The eight-foot-tall lady gave a muffled "hmm" in the crook of his neck.

Then she tightened her arms, pulling him even closer into her embrace, the curve of her embrace almost engulfing him entirely.

The twilight outside the window finally sank completely below the horizon.

Night has fallen in Tokyo.

And in this office, which is less than twenty tatami mats in size.

A man and a three-meter-tall female ghost in white are entangled in an extremely indecent posture.

If someone were to push the door open at this moment, they would probably think they had stumbled into some strange filming location.

But no one pushed the door open.

Because at some point, a thick layer of frost had formed on the door.

The eight-foot-tall lady is telling everyone in this way...

We are not accepting guests here tonight.

Meanwhile, in Natsume Fanyu's mind, Jinguji Saya's last words still echoed.

"My door, too."