Shota is surrounded by monsters!

"Team leader, are we really going to fight?"

Of this group, only Hebi and Shota are somewhat familiar with each other.

"...Never mind, you may all leave."

Looking at the numerous monsters rushing in from all directions, Shota felt that his subordinates were probably only good for feeding.

"All monsters below the rank of cadre, please step back."

Looking at his own Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, Rikuo first made all the guys who might be accidentally injured and killed by Shota step back, then stood at the front of them and said, "If you lose, you have to drink a cup of wine with me."

"If you lose, my salary will triple."

Shota and Rikuo looked at each other, and then...

They got to work.

"He really is always full of energy, Rikuo."

Hagoromo Gitsune, half-naked, sat on the bed by the window, watching the commotion outside. She said, "I wonder if my other child will be like Rikuo. No, she'll definitely be even more energetic than him, hehe..."

"Shota-kun is an idiot."

Rei continued to grumble while holding her hair.

"It's definitely better not to stay inside his body to avoid getting accidentally injured."

Huang Quan stood on the side of the street and shouted helplessly, "Hey, if you're going to fight, don't disturb the general public."

"...They really are restless."

Senjougahara leaned against the wall, listening to the sounds outside the window, constantly flipping through the magazine in her hand, searching for something suitable...

Winning in Underwear?

"Snoring..."

Mashiro lay in the bathtub, snoring adorably, and even blew out a small, pale blue bubble. But the vibration from outside caused the bubble, which had lasted for so long, to explode.

"puff--"

Mashiro instinctively stood up from the bathtub.

"Ah, I forgot I can't sleep."

After muttering something, Mashiro suddenly shuddered involuntarily...

"Oops……"

"Hmph hmph hmph hmph hmph."

Shinobu, chin in hand, squatted in the corner, watching Shota battle Rikuo for three hundred rounds, and said with satisfaction, "Just as I expected, this is a 'battleground' caught between me and my best friend and my best friend and my best friend and my best friend and my best friend."

With her fingers forming the shape of a donut, Shinobu, having no other food to eat but this mental nourishment, bit her finger.

Chapter 172. The Majestic Senjougahara Hitagi

"By the way, Kousaka-kun, would you like to come over to my house tonight?"

Shota, holding Mashiro's hand, looked at Senjougahara's slightly unfocused gaze and asked, "What's wrong?"

"This is an order."

Senjougahara glanced at Shota before looking away. Although her expression seemed a little shy, her tone was that of a complete queen.

"Yes Yes."

There was no need for Shota to refuse, so he nodded in agreement and said, "Then I'll head back now."

"I remember someone coming here."

After giving a final word of advice, Senjougahara continued up the stairs, while Shota glanced at Mashiro, who was equally clueless, and went into his room.

"I'm back~"

There was no one else at home. Today was Wednesday, and Rea would go straight home after school to have a small gathering with her parents. As for the rest of the people, they were all hidden inside Shota's body.

"so tired."

As Shinobu and Yomi walked out of his body, Shota said in a strange tone, "Why is it that even though I'm a glutton who only takes in and doesn't give out, I have to feed myself with the blood of two people and the power of a transvestite every day? I feel like this setting is a bit strange."

"You'll get used to it, you'll get used to it."

Huang Quan sat on the sofa nonchalantly, while Zhen Bai muttered "Me too" under her breath before sitting down on the sofa to watch TV.

Have these guys all been captured by the TV now?

Shota scratched his head and turned to look at his mother, the only one who wasn't watching TV.

"Donut."

"..."

Shota tossed the bag full of donuts into the corner. Shinobu, seeing his teasing behavior, kicked him in the shin, but then couldn't help but pounce on the bag of donuts.

"Tsk."

Shota yawned and decided to take a nap too.

into the night.

"Sorry to bother you."

Although it wasn't his first time visiting Senjougahara's house, Shota always came with immense curiosity, since girls' rooms are always shrouded in mystery. He could accept his own room; Mashiro had chosen all her own clothes, including her underwear. But Rea…

A maid comes to collect and wash her clothes every day, so Shota rarely goes through her things.

Please sit wherever you like.

Senjougahara was still wearing her school uniform. She straightened her skirt and sat down with Shota on the tatami mat, resting her chin on her hand and watching him without moving.

"..."

Shota felt a little awkward being stared at by Senjougahara. He avoided her gaze and asked uncertainly, "Did you call me here for something?"

"Yes, something's up."

Senjougahara tapped the table with her leek finger, seemingly indicating her somewhat restless mood, but after saying she had something to do, she fell silent again, just looking at Shota.

"Ha ha……"

Shota chuckled twice, glanced around, and changed the subject, asking, "Do you have anything to drink?"

"Even if there's water at home, it's not enough for just you," Senjougahara said, attacking Shota with both her gaze and words. "So there's no need to bring it out at all, to avoid wasting the country's precious food. You know, every year people die from water shortages..."

Shota was prepared to mute himself and endure this round of sharp words, but then Senjougahara's tone suddenly softened, and she said:

"That's true. After all, preparing tea is a way to treat guests. Please wait a moment."

"Senjouhara is acting strange today," Shota thought, looking at Senjouhara who had gotten up and was heading to the kitchen. "Could it be that she wants to ask me for a favor but is too embarrassed to ask?"

Please enjoy your meal.

Senjougahara poured two cups of tea and placed them on the coffee table. She then sat back down on the tatami mat, glanced at Shota, and suddenly frowned.

"Kousaka-kun, don't you feel a little hot?"

It's winter now. Although the heating seems to be on inside, it's far from warm for Shota. In a way, he's oblivious to the cold.

"I think so?"

Since the other party has already said so, Shota will just go along with it.

"I'm sweating a little."

Senjougahara suddenly tugged at his collar and said, "Don't you think so?"

"...I think so?"

"It's really hot."

"Um... Senjougahara, what exactly did you call me here for?"

Sensing that the atmosphere was getting a little strange, Shota had no choice but to steer the conversation back to the main topic.

"Um……"

Senjougahara tilted her head and thought for a moment before saying, "I'll go take a shower first, and we'll talk when I get back."

"..."

Drizzle—

The sounds from the bathroom echoed clearly in his mind, and Shota couldn't help but start imagining Senjougahara taking a bath...

No no no.

Shota quickly banished that damned fantasy from his mind, focusing his attention on his nose and his mind, entering a meditative state.

Soon, the sound of water stopped.

Soaked to the bone, Senjougahara walked out of the bathroom naked. She didn't care whether Shota was looking at her or not, and simply walked to the cabinet while drying herself with a towel.

"...Hey, at least put your clothes on!"

Although he was no longer a novice, Shota still lacked the ability to calmly comment on his classmate's naked body, and he turned away from Senjougahara somewhat awkwardly.

"What? Surprisingly innocent."

A strange smile appeared on Senjougahara's lips. She took out a pair of panties and a bra from the cabinet, put them on, and said, "All done."

Shota turned his head and glanced at it...

Senjougahara, like a model, placed one hand on her hip, highlighting her slender yet slightly curvy figure. However, the key element wasn't that, but rather her purple lace...

"At least put on a coat!"

"No need, I'm feeling a bit hot anyway."

Senjougahara sat down directly in front of Shota and continued to look at him.

"Um, what exactly happened?"

Feeling a bit agitated by the slightly ambiguous atmosphere, Shota quickly changed the subject.

"Hmm... what is it?"

Senjougahara tapped the table with her fingers, then touched the rim of Shota's teacup.