Shota is surrounded by monsters!

The two bodyguards, Aotabo and Yuki-onna, persuaded all the yokai with a coordinated effort.

"Hey……"

So, halfway through the banquet, all the monsters began packing up their things, sighing with dejection.

"I'm sorry, everyone... but I still don't want to be discovered."

Nura Rikuo whispered an apology, and Kubinashi waved his hand to indicate that he shouldn't mind, saying, "We can have a banquet next time..."

"Nura-kun~ We've come to play with you~"

The voice of Nura Rikuo's friend came from the doorway.

"Quick, hide!"

Yes, yes~

All the monsters hid, but the headless creature muttered to itself with some confusion, "It seems like I've forgotten something."

"Yo yo, Nura-kun, thank you for inviting us."

Kiyotsugu Kiyojuchi—a fervent yokai enthusiast, Nura's classmate, and the founder of the Kiyojuchi Detective Club. A slightly eccentric individual.

"Speaking of which, this is my first time visiting Nura-kun's house."

Kana, the parent, can be said to be Nura Rikuo's childhood friend in human form. A cute girl who is terrified of yokai, she glanced around and sighed, "I used to only peek at them from the outside."

“These old houses are indeed the most suitable for monsters to live in.”

The one who uttered these words in a flat voice and without expression was the enigmatic transfer student, the Onmyoji girl, Hanakain Yura.

"Hehe, hehe, how could there be monsters?"

Upon hearing this, Nura Rikuo awkwardly offered a few words of explanation, then began entertaining his classmates. After a brief chat, an accident occurred that caused Nura Rikuo to wander off to another location. His classmates then began exploring the massive mansion in search of the presence of yokai.

"There can't be any monsters..."

"Well, let's just treat it as an adventure."

"Heave-ho, let me see what's in this room!"

Qing Shizi opened a door, glanced inside, shook his head, and said, "There's nothing there."

"There seems to be a demonic aura ahead..."

After Yura Hanakain looked at another room and said something, Kiyoshi rushed over, pulled open the door, and then froze on the spot.

"what happened?"

Yura realized that the faint demonic aura she had sensed earlier seemed to be an illusion and had now disappeared. She stepped forward, looked into the room, and then froze in place.

Could something bad have happened?

A bad feeling flashed through Nura Rikuo's mind. He went upstairs, and after seeing the situation in the room, his face turned red and he awkwardly closed the door. He said, "Um, these are my cousins ​​from afar. They are the Kousaka siblings, second-year high school students from the same school... They seem to be very busy right now, so... we shouldn't disturb them."

"hehe."

"hehe."

"Phew, that scared me to death. I didn't expect a few humans to break into the yokai's lairs." Shota pulled the tail he had been pressing down on him out, then pushed away Mashiro's face, which was pressed against his. Watching her collapse to the ground like a dead pig, Shota muttered to himself while gnawing on a chicken leg, "Luckily, I reacted quickly and drained Mashiro's yokai energy. But what happened to her? Why did she suddenly faint? And she smells of alcohol on her..."

"elder brother……"

"It didn't spill." Hearing Mashiro mutter a sentence and get up, Shota turned back to focus his attention on the food.

"You were drinking just now, weren't you? Underage demons aren't allowed to drink, I understand... um—"

Before she could finish speaking, Mashiro stuck her finger directly into Shota's mouth, and a stream of sweet water flowed down her finger into Shota's throat.

wine……

After making a judgment, Shota immediately pulled Mashiro's hand out of his mouth. He turned around, intending to scold her, but found that Mashiro's face was flushed and her eyes were glazed as she looked at him.

Could it be... that he's drunk?

"Hot...drooling...I want it..."

While complaining about the heat, Mashiro wrapped her arms around Shota's body, rubbing her face against his still relatively cool chest a few times, and then slowly wrapped all four limbs around him...

"Come down quickly, come down quickly!"

Shota tried to push Mashiro away, but found that she pushed him to the ground, straddled his waist, cupped his face in her hands, and slowly brought her mouth... to his lips. She seemed to want to taste Shota's long-awaited bodily fluids.

However, before Shota could stop her, she stopped on her own.

"belch--"

She let out a burp at Shota, and then a look of panic appeared on her face. She began to tremble as she straddled Shota, and her body involuntarily rubbed against his body slightly...

"Okay, stop playing..."

"I...I can't take it anymore..."

The moment Shota's hand touched Mashiro's body, her body trembled violently as if she had been electrocuted.

then……

"Wow—"

Mashiro, who was sitting on Shota, was suddenly left with only a few pieces of clothing, and her body turned into a puddle of water.

"........."

Shota sat up, wrung out his pants that were soaked with Mashiro's bodily fluids, and wrung out Mashiro's school uniform underwear that had fallen into the water, waiting for the liquid on the ground to slowly gather and turn into a puddle again.

And from that puddle of water, you could faintly hear very cute snoring sounds.

"Looks like Mashiro will only be able to drink juice from now on. Her drinking manners are really terrible." Shota moved the remaining two jars of wine a little further away, then shook his head while gnawing on a pig's foot and looking at Mashiro snoring on the ground. He said, "Also, the setting that she turns into liquid when she gets excited... is really awful. And Mashiro seems to get excited particularly easily... What a hassle. Looks like I'll have to borrow a jar to put her back in later."

"Shh-"

"Kousaka-senpai, what brings you to my house... eh..."

Rikuo Nura, who had sneaked back, exclaimed in disbelief when he saw the pair of underwear in Shota's hand.

The crucial point is that the panties were still dripping wet.

Chapter Twenty. The Date

For Shota, washing Mashiro's underwear was a very ordinary thing, although there wasn't much to wash, since Mashiro didn't sweat or get her body dirty. So Shota just rinsed them, wrung them out, and hung them up to dry.

Expecting Mashiro to do her own laundry... is really unrealistic. Every time she pours laundry detergent, she accidentally spills it on herself, turning into a bubble slime. As for an automatic washing machine... sorry, the Kousaka family is too poor to afford one.

So, Shota didn't see anything wrong with holding the wet, white underwear in his hand. Don't worry about it being wet; if it weren't wet, Shota wouldn't have picked it up to wring it out...

"Senior Kosaka...you, what's in your hand..."

Although Nura Rikuo is the grandson of Nurarihyon and the future Supreme Commander of Yokai, he is still a normal adolescent boy in both body and mind. When he first sees something that is obviously a girl's underwear, he can't help but blush and his heart races.

"Oh, it's nothing."

Shota discreetly stuffed the panties into his pocket; after all, they were his "little sister's" clothes, and it wouldn't be good for other men to see them. However, before considering that, he should first think about how to get Mashiro home. Judging from her condition, she probably wouldn't recover for several hours without taking a bath to calm down.

"Um, Nura-kun, do you have a larger container?"

Shota pointed to a large puddle of water between the two of them and said, "My little sister is drunk... I'm going to take her home."

"Huh? Is that Kousaka-senpai?"

Even though he had been around yokai since childhood, Rikuo Nura was still quite surprised by this yokai who was now just a puddle of water. After seeing the ground covered with girls' clothes, he seemed to understand something.

"Please wait a moment, Kousaka-senpai. Next time you come to my house, please let me know first. I will definitely treat you well."

"You're too kind, Nura-kun. I'm so happy to have had today's banquet. I'll definitely come again if I have the chance."

Soon, Riku found an empty water bucket for Shota.

"Lu Sheng, hurry back and greet your classmate."

"Huh? Grandpa?"

Rikuo Nura was startled to see the Nurarihyon General standing with his classmates. Without even saying goodbye to Shota, he ran over to see what had happened.

"Mashiro, Mashiro?"

"Whoosh..."

Shota looked at the puddle on the ground with some difficulty. It seemed that she really couldn't get up. But how could he get her back?

He originally wanted to use his hands to gather Mashiro into a ball, just like when he was a child, but he found that Mashiro had been drinking too much juice lately, and the water content was several times higher than before, so it was impossible to roll her into a small ball like before.

However, although Nura Rikuo gave him a bucket, the key problem was how to put Mashiro inside.

"Whoosh..."

Shota stuck a finger into the liquid, shook it a couple of times, and found that apart from feeling thick, it didn't elicit any reaction from Mashiro. Judging from her appearance, she was indeed drunk and completely passed out.

"What a hassle."

Shota muttered something, looked around, and saw that there was nothing he could use. So he grabbed a handful of water and poured it into the bucket.

Mashiro's body has a very interesting characteristic: it automatically gathers together. However, it usually gathers in small, scattered groups towards larger ones. So, for Shota, he only needs to pour a portion of Mashiro into the bucket to easily collect all of her.

"Sister. Juice."

After giving Mashiro a strange nickname, Shota shook his head and picked up a plate, then began pouring "Mashiro" into a bucket of water.

Of course, he was also using his tail to dangle a roast chicken and stuff it into his mouth.

To be honest, the strange things Mashiro did to him every day sometimes made him feel really awkward. Although they were different species, once he was assimilated into a human, he could accept most of the things psychologically. However, for a slime, thirty years would be enough to reach maturity, but for a glutton, Shota's fur... no, his horns hadn't even grown in yet, so his only desire right now was the appetite of a child.

As for what happens after adulthood...

Thinking about his father's various extramarital affairs, Shota covered his face in embarrassment.

"That's it for today, that's it."

Shota put Mashiro in a bucket, carried it on his shoulder, took one last look at the room where he had enjoyed a delicious meal, and then pushed open the door and left.

"Oh, this is that cake-cutting monster?"

"...Commander-in-Chief?"

As soon as he stepped outside, he ran into the elusive Yokai General. Shota greeted the Yokai General, who had been staring at him, with some confusion.

"Kousaka Shota?"

"Ah, yes."