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

"It's time to go," said Natsume Fanyu.

He gave Mayuko Ogata a slight nod at the end, then a thought flickered in his mind.

The Great Luo Cave Observation is operating again.

In his eyes, the concept of space was broken down into the most primitive coordinates.

The "distance" between locations that people take for granted has become a thin membrane.

Natsume Fanyu simply adjusted his coordinates.

Like moving a chess piece from one square to another on a chessboard, without needing to go through the middle squares.

The next second, he, Mrs. Yatachi, and Masako vanished instantly and appeared in the office's living room.

The curtains were still drawn, and the morning light cut through the gaps, drawing a thin golden line on the floor.

There was a faint scent of incense in the air, mixed with the aroma of miso wafting from the clay pot of pork broth that the landlady had been simmering all night.

There was also a faint, sweet scent, the kind that only comes from the body heat of a mature woman.

Ayano Matsushita was still lying on the sofa.

Her light blue loungewear draped lazily over her mature, almost unrestrained, body.

The cotton fabric is as soft as a second skin, faithfully conforming to every curve and contour.

She curled up on her side, a position that caused the neckline of her loungewear to slip slightly open, revealing a patch of dazzling white skin below her collarbone that shimmered with a thin layer of pearlescent light in the dark golden morning glow.

The curve that started from her collarbone was made even fuller by her side-lying position, and the fabric stretched into a slight crease at her chest, rising and falling gently with her steady breathing.

The eight-foot-tall lady stood beside him, the morning light outlining her silhouette under her white shirt in exquisite detail, a few strands of hair falling to her collarbone, just enough to cover her dazzling white skin.

But the deep crease between the strands of hair was faintly visible.

Jianzhi stood half a step behind him, her pale golden eyes staring at his back as if confirming something.

The dark golden spiritual seal between her brows swayed slightly in the morning light, each turn gently tugging at the roots that had just taken root deep within her spirit.

"Jianzhi." Natsume Fanyu looked at her.

"exist."

Jianzhi responded quickly, and the dark gold engraving between her brows lit up slightly with her reply.

Natsume Fanyu took out the broken mirror and said to Maori:

"From today onwards, you will live with Okusang in the spirit realm within the mirror. However, the spirit realm within the mirror is still unstable, and you will be the one to fill the cracks in it."

"Figure it out yourself; you're more capable than anyone else in this area."

Maori nodded, then asked, "Lord Fanyu, will I still be able to see Miss Ogata?"

"able."

Natsume Fanyu did not refuse, but simply said:

"But not now."

Jianzhi nodded, then transformed into a pale golden streak and disappeared into the mirror in his hand.

The mirror trembled slightly, and the finest and most inconspicuous crack among the spiderweb-like fissures slowly healed in the pale golden light.

The living room fell silent.

But Lady Bachi had appeared before him without him even noticing.

Close at hand.

Her chin was slightly tilted back, and her cool eyes looked down at him from close range.

Her three-meter height meant that even when they were "close at hand," she still had to look down to make eye contact with him.

"Okusan?" Natsume Fanyu looked at her.

"Fanyu".

"Um."

"Just now in the bedroom..."

"What is it?"

"You were staring at that female lawyer's waist."

Natsume Fanyu's back stiffened slightly.

"I don't."

"You have."

Madam Bachi narrowed her eyes slightly, her clear, cold pupils reflecting his face.

"You saw it when she bent down to collect the business cards from the dressing table."

Natsume Fanyu remained silent for a moment.

He remembered.

As Mayuko Ogata bent down to take the business card, the belt of her bathrobe tightened at her abdomen, outlining the slender curve of her waist.

His gaze did indeed linger there for a fraction of a second.

It wasn't intentional; it was instinct.

It is an instinctive reaction that any adult male with normal vision would have.

But Madam Bazhi clearly did not intend to accept the explanation of "instinctive reaction".

"Is her waist... prettier than mine?"

Lady Bachi raised her hand and placed it on the back of his neck. Her hand slowly slid down his neck, inch by inch, along the concavity of his spine.

"Oku-san." Natsume Fanyu's voice was steady and sincere.

"Your waist is slimmer and prettier than hers."

This is a fact.

This is not sweet talk or insincere statements made in an emergency; it is an objective statement.

"Then why do you still look at her?"

"I didn't say 'I want more,' my gaze just happened to sweep over it."

"Looking over is also a form of looking."

"So who am I looking at now?"

The eight-foot-tall lady did not answer.

Because his hand had already landed on her waist, his fingers slowly gliding along the curve of her waist.

The waistline narrows abruptly from the lower edge of the ribs, to an unbelievable degree.

Then it expanded outwards at the same incredible speed, connecting with the rounded arc of the hips.

His hand rested on the narrowest part of the eight-foot lady's waist, his thumb gently pressing on the hollow of her lower back, while the other four fingers were tucked behind her waist.

His hand position perfectly wedged her waist between his thumb and forefinger.

Lady Eight Feet's waist is so slender that it makes one wonder if the Creator made the waist first and then pieced together the other parts when creating her.

"What are you doing with your hands?" Madam Hachi's voice was a notch softer than before.

It wasn't a questioning tone, but rather the kind of tone that suggests you know the answer but still want to ask.

"look in."

Natsume Fanyu's thumb slowly drew circles on her waist.

"Didn't you say that, Okusan?"

"If glancing over is considered looking, then is this also considered looking?"

"you..."

The eight-foot-tall lady paused for a moment.

Because he pressed harder when drawing circles with his thumb than before, it landed precisely on the most sensitive hollow of her lower back.

"You... are making excuses."

"I am proving it."

"Prove what?"

"Proves that I've only ever seen one person's waist."

His fingers slid from her waist to her lower back, stopping at the hollow of her spine, a spot he reserved for her.

The eight-foot-tall lady's earlobes turned even redder, creating a striking contrast with her cool and dignified face.

"Okusan," Natsume Fanyu said.

"Um."

The eight-foot-tall lady's voice was even softer than before, and the spirit couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Once the Spirit Realm is built, you can put as many mirrors in it as you want."

The eight-foot-tall lady was stunned for a moment.

"Mirror?"

"Yes, then you'll be able to see your waist from every angle and in every position every day, just how much I love it."

Natsume Fanyu's tone was meaningful.

So profound was the thought that a wave of heat surged through the already trembling depths of Madam Bachi's spirit.