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

"Dog Xiujin... Sama..."

Hearing the cold yet resentful "master" from Madam Bachi.

Natsume Fanyu's back stiffened for a moment.

He slowly turned his gaze toward the window.

The eight-foot-tall lady was standing there, wearing his white shirt.

The morning light poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making the shirt almost transparent.

The outline of the three-meter-tall body inside was faintly visible when illuminated by the light.

The hem of the shirt barely covered the top of the thighs.

Below that were two dazzlingly white legs that seemed to have no end.

At that moment, Madam Bachi was looking at him, her cold eyes fixed on the spot where the teeth marks had just disappeared.

But there was no anger, no questioning, and no resentment in his eyes, like "How dare you erase my mark?"

There was only a calm that said, "I know what you did, and I know why you did it, but that doesn't mean I agree with it."

And beneath the calm surface, there are undercurrents that can only be understood after three years of getting to know each other...

You've erased my teeth marks.

You erased my teeth marks so that other women wouldn't see them.

Do you not want others to know that you are mine?

Are you...?

Natsume Fanyu screamed wildly in his heart.

not like this.

That's not how it works.

I did it to keep my landlady in line.

Okusan, think about it. If the landlady sees that tooth mark, given her personality, she'll definitely keep asking questions until she gets to the bottom of it. How will you explain that then?

They said I accidentally bit myself last night?

Does she believe it?

Did you say it was an accidental bump?

Could it leave a tooth-like pattern of marks?

If she can't explain it, the landlady will become even more proactive, and might even confront the landlord on the spot...

But if the landlady actually does that, Okusan, you'll only be more unhappy.

So I did all of this for the greater good.

Do you understand the bigger picture?

It wasn't that I wanted to erase your mark, Okusan; it was just the situation at the time...

However, he couldn't bring himself to say any of this.

Because in the eyes of the Eight-Foot Lady, all these explanations would be nothing more than sophistry.

But she wouldn't listen to his excuses.

She only cares about the results.

The result is...

He personally removed the teeth marks she left on his collarbone.

Just as Natsume Fanyu's mind was racing with conflicting thoughts.

The Eight-Foot Lady's clear, cold voice, tinged with undisguised resentment, rang out once more.

But it only contains eight characters:

"tonight."

"us."

"well."

Let's chat.

Upon hearing these eight words, Natsume Fanyu stood still, his expression calm and unchanged.

But inside, a storm was raging.

No.

he thought.

Wait a moment.

This script is wrong.

His life story should be about traveling to Tokyo, a city where ghost stories and supernatural tales are revived, and using the Eight Extraordinary Techniques to fight evil spirits and kick demons, thus earning a formidable reputation in Tokyo's exorcism world.

It has everything that Shonen Jump should have: battles, passion, brotherhood, bonds, and more.

Even if it's a daily struggle between life and death, surrounded by evil spirits, and on the verge of collapse, then at the last moment, it ignites the entire scene and reverses the situation.

The right way. Serious. Exhilarating battles.

But what is the reality?

The reality is that his original life script seemed to have been stuffed into a paper shredder, shredded into strips of waste paper, and then haphazardly glued back together with cheap glue.

Not only are the page numbers completely messed up, but the plot is also riddled with countless knots.

This results in the character relationship diagram not looking like a tree structure, but rather like a ball of yarn that has been scratched by a cat.

So much so that what should have been a thrilling battle scene turned into an absurdly chaotic mess!

But he clearly didn't do anything right.

The teeth marks were made by Madam Bachi herself; he was even forced to do it.

Rin Jinguji came to him to express her gratitude and to inquire about Lady Saya. Throughout the entire process, he did not overstep any boundaries.

Matsushita Ayano carried the casserole upstairs herself; he hadn't sent her a message inviting her.

Every event that plunged him into his current chaotic situation was not initiated by him.

He was just standing there, in his office, trying to have a peaceful morning.

And what was the result?

The eight-foot-tall lady wanted to have a "good talk" with him.

The weight of those four words coming from her mouth is roughly equivalent to the combined weight of other women saying "Let's break up," "I'm pregnant," or "Where did you go last night?"

If we take into account the Eight-Foot Lady's fighting prowess in tearing apart evil spirits with her bare hands and her possessiveness towards them.

The terrifying magnitude of this weight is multiplied by a factor of three meters in height.

Natsume Fanyu felt he had to say something.

An explanation is necessary.

This matter must be clarified before tonight, or the consequences will be unimaginable.

He opened his mouth as if to say something.

But then a soft voice came from the doorway.

"Fan Yu Jun?"

Ayano Matsushita was still standing there.

Holding the clay pot, she tilted her head and looked at him with an expression that said, "What are you daydreaming about?"

Her expression had returned to normal.

But my heart wasn't completely at peace yet; it was just temporarily suppressed.

And what you press down often bounces back at an even more unexpected moment and in an even more unexpected way.

"Breakfast is getting cold."

Matsushita Ayano said that her voice was as gentle as usual, with the familiarity and warmth that a landlady has.

However, Natsume Fanyu couldn't help but sigh inwardly, having completely resigned himself to his fate.

He stood in the center of his office.

To my left was Madam Ba Chi, the morning light outlining her silhouette beneath her white shirt in a way that made my throat dry, and her silence was more chilling than any threat.

To his right was the landlady, her light blue pajamas covering her plump, almost unrestrained body, and the smile on her lips reminded him that what had just happened was far from over.

At the corner of the stairs outside the entrance hall, Jinguji Rin hadn't gone far.

The three women's chaotic situation is already so difficult to handle even before it has fully taken shape.

Not to mention Saya Jinguji, her widowed adoptive mother, who could also join the battle at any time.

Perhaps Rin Jinguji's mother might also unexpectedly join the group.

And this is just the beginning!

Thinking of this, Natsume Fanyu felt as if his whole body was about to split apart.

But now is clearly not the time for such thoughts to wander.

Natsume Fanyu took a deep breath, trying to clear his mind of all those unsettling thoughts.

Then he walked over and took the casserole from the landlady, saying gently:

"Thank you, landlady."

"This must have been simmering all night, right?"

"At this heat, the fat from the pork belly should have completely melted into the broth."

Ayano Matsushita's eyes lit up.

"You could tell just by smelling it, Mr. Fanyu?"

"I've smelled the landlady's cooking for three years, it would be absurd if I still couldn't recognize it."

He said it very naturally.

Matsushita Ayano's ears turned a shade redder, and the figure of Lady Yasha, with her back to him, grew even colder.