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

It wasn't because the buttons were of poor quality; it was because the area needed to accommodate far more than the shirt was designed to support.

The fabric was stretched into two breathtaking curves at the chest, vaguely revealing large areas of snow-white skin and that familiar deep cleavage.

When Madam Bachi heard that he had woken up, she turned her head.

The morning light shone through from behind her, making her white shirt semi-transparent and outlining the complete silhouette of the body beneath the fabric.

From the broad shoulder line to the suddenly narrow waist, and from the waist to the wide-open hips, the entire curve flows as smoothly as a single stroke of ink painting.

And that face still had that aloof and dignified air, untouched by worldly affairs, with a sense of detachment and compassion in its brows and eyes, the kind only found in the statues of Guanyin in temples.

A dignified face paired with a voluptuous body wrapped in an ill-fitting men's shirt.

This contradictory combination is more deadly than any deliberate temptation.

Because temptation itself is unintentional.

It appears to have been unintentional, at least in theory.

"Someone is knocking on the door," she said.

Natsume Fanyu sat up from the sofa and rubbed his temples.

He looked down at his collarbone; the teeth marks were still there, now faded to a pale red.

"Okusan, my shirt..."

"My mourning clothes are on you," Madam Bachi interrupted him.

Natsume Fanyu looked down at the white mourning clothes covering him, then looked up at the eight-foot-tall lady wearing his shirt.

"Fair trade," she said.

The knocking started again, this time more urgent than before.

Natsume Fanyu sighed, folded the eight-foot lady's mourning clothes, placed them on the sofa, and got up to walk towards the door.

He paused as he passed by Madam Bachi.

"Aren't you going back into the shadows?"

"I won't reply."

Why?

The eight-foot-tall lady glanced at him.

"Let the outside world know that there are people here."

Natsume Fanyu opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

He walked to the door and opened it.

I thought it would be the landlady, Ayano Matsushita, who arrived so early.

Unexpectedly, standing at the door was Rin Jinguji, the daughter of a yakuza.

She wasn't wearing the kimono embroidered with spider lilies today, but instead wore a simple visiting outfit, with only a few white bellflowers embroidered on the cuffs of the light blue fabric.

The belt was blue and cinched extremely tightly, making her already slender waist appear even narrower, prompting one to think...

What would it be like if something so tightly bound day after day were loosened?

The kimono's collar overlapped neatly, covering everything completely, but it was precisely this completeness that made people pay more attention to the curves beneath the fabric.

Because her figure is so slender, so slender that people almost forget she has curves.

Until yesterday, inside the mansion's protective barrier, the moment she bumped into his back, what touched him before any other part of her body was two soft, warm masses.

That touch was different from that of the eight-foot lady.

The eight-foot-tall lady is overwhelming, she is everywhere, she leaves you nowhere to escape.

Jinguji Rin, on the other hand, is hidden away, bound by layers of fabric, and is something that exists but is never shown to others.

At this moment, she stood alone at the door, her back ramrod straight, her chin slightly raised, still maintaining the aloof demeanor unique to a yakuza heiress.

"Mr. Natsume..."

Rin Jinguji spoke first, her voice still carrying that cool, aloof tone.

"I apologize for the intrusion and for disturbing you."

Natsume Fanyu leaned against the door frame, his hands in his pockets, his posture still casual.

"Ms. Jinguji, is there something you need to visit so early in the morning?"

"My mother has woken up..." Jinguji Rin said.

"She asked me to come in person to express my heartfelt gratitude to Mr. Natsume."

She said the words "heartfelt thanks" somewhat awkwardly.

It wasn't because she wasn't sincere, but rather because this yakuza heiress was clearly not good at expressing these kinds of emotions.

Her preferred method is probably to simply hand over a check and then turn around and leave.

But her mother made her come "in person"...

Even though Jinguji Rin was not used to it, she had to come in person.

Natsume Fanyu naturally noticed the slight unease she couldn't hide, and then nodded slightly, saying:

"It's too kind of you, Miss Jinguji, to make such a special trip."

After saying that, he asked casually out of politeness:

"Would you like to come in and have a seat?"

Natsume Fanyu was only being polite, assuming that Jinguji Rin would simply turn around and leave.

Unexpectedly, she nodded and, without any hesitation, stepped across the threshold.

Natsume Fanyu was slightly taken aback upon seeing this.

This also shows that Rin Jinguji's visit this time was definitely not just a simple expression of gratitude.

He then stepped aside to make room for her to enter.

However, Rin Jinguji stopped in her tracks at that moment.

Because she saw the eight-foot-tall lady standing by the window.

In the morning light, the three-meter-tall white figure was facing her sideways.

White shirt, long legs, black hair falling to her ankles.

Her face still possessed that cool and dignified quality that made one's heart skip a beat.

But the body, wrapped in an obviously ill-fitting men's shirt, was conveying a message to everyone who saw it in a completely improper way.

This man is mine!

Rin Jinguji's gaze lingered on Lady Yasha for a full three breaths before shifting to Natsume Bon'u.

She hadn't looked closely before, but now she noticed the teeth mark on his collarbone that Madam Bachi had bitten him the night before.

Rin Jinguji stared at the tooth mark for a long time.

Natsume Fanyu noticed her gaze and subconsciously raised his hand to cover it, but stopped halfway through.

What are you covering up?

It can't be hidden.

Moreover, covering it up only makes it more suspicious.

Besides, what difference would it make if Jinguji Rin actually saw it?

Anyway, the two of them don't have any shady relationship.

He then put his hand down, pointed to the sofa, and said:

"Miss Jinguji, please have a seat."

Rin Jinguji withdrew her gaze and walked to the sofa to sit down.

Her posture was extremely upright; she sat there like a carefully pruned bellflower.

It must be said that it is indeed very pleasing to the eye.

Natsume Fanyu sat down opposite her.

At this moment, Madam Bachi walked over from the window and stood behind him.

Her three-meter-tall figure, like a white monument, cast their shadows over both of them.

Rin Jinguji raised her head and met Lady Yasha's gaze.

One was sitting, and the other was standing.

One was dressed in a neat kimono, and the other was dressed in an ill-fitting men's shirt.

One had a restrained and calm expression, while the other had a cold face and burning eyes.

The eye contact lasted for about five seconds.

Then the eight-foot-tall lady did something that neither of them expected.