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“Miss Yukino looks like a young lady,” Fujiwara Izaya joked.

"Why are you suddenly bringing this up?" Yukino Riho gently ran her fingers through the strands of hair by her ear. Her soft, flowing black hair clung tightly to her fair and delicate face, making her features appear even smaller and more beautiful.

"You know, I'm moving back to the shrine soon."

Yukino Riho pursed her lips and smoothed a strand of hair behind her ear: "I know."

Her initial excitement vanished instantly.

"Do you like living with someone?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.

"I don't know, I don't have much experience yet." Yukino Riho took out a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped the water stains on her shoes with a look of disappointment. "Do I look like the kind of monster who would like to live with someone?" she asked rhetorically.

“Many things are more complicated than you imagine,” Fujiwara Izaya said with a smile.

“Hmm…” Yukino Riho raised her head slightly, gazing at him as if she were thinking about something. Her eyes were unusually clear, with an incredible transparency, like she was looking up at the sky.

“But I’m fine, that is…” she said, glancing at Fujiwara Izaya, biting her lip, and lowering her eyelids, “I don’t know, whatever.”

The conversation ended, and she stood up to go back inside.

"Wait a minute," Fujiwara Izaya called out, "I haven't finished speaking yet."

Yukino Riho stopped and sat down again.

"You share the same feelings as the Snow Woman, right?" Fujiwara Izaya followed the pre-set routine step by step.

"Uh, yes, yes..." Yukino Riho's face flushed red, and her body swayed slightly. "So, uh, please, please don't touch me..."

"So, you're saying I've been touching your feet from afar for over a year?"

"..."

Yukino Riho felt so embarrassed she wanted to melt into a puddle of ice water.

"So what are you going to do?" she asked in a voice barely audible to herself.

"We can't just stay suspended in mid-air like dragonflies falling in love, can we?" Fujiwara Izaya's voice grew increasingly cunning.

"Well……"

fall in love?

What is dating?

When did I start dating?

Yukino Riho's mind was completely unable to process what she was going through.

Her ears were ringing, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Fujiwara Izaya's face. His thick, dark eyebrows, with their smooth lines and handsome shape, seemed like a dashing attendant, always guarding her eyes.

Fujiwara Izaya suddenly changed the subject: "I'm making a pair of shoes."

"?" Yukino Riho was startled.

This is completely irrelevant; she couldn't keep up with the conversation at all.

“They are women’s shoes,” Fujiwara Izaya continued.

“Oh…” Yukino Riho replied blankly.

That puzzled expression, tinged with a hint of timid anticipation, was absolutely adorable.

"Uh, um... are they shoes? Uh, no, you said they were women's shoes, uh, oh... what am I asking? I'm sorry..."

Because of her nervousness, she was already rambling incoherently.

"But no matter what I do, it just doesn't feel right..." Fujiwara Izaya held his sketchbook, scratching his head. "I wish I had a pair of feet to reference, but I'm a guy, so..."

Riho Yukino was stunned.

Fujiwara-kun today was a little different from the one she knew before; his words were too ambiguous. And she herself was a bit hot-headed, actually tacitly approving and expecting his transgressions... She couldn't understand what was going on at all, and could only glance at Yuki-onna, who seemed to be blaming her appearance for throwing her off balance.

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Olaf's head was full of question marks.

"I touched Yukihime's feet just now to get a feel for it," Fujiwara Izaya explained.

"Oh, I see, I understand..." Yukino Riho smiled faintly, a truly faint smile.

Even if she's stupid, she knows it's just an excuse.

What do you mean by touching your feet to find inspiration for shoemaking? Did you start making shoes a year ago?

“But Yukihime’s feet aren’t enough; I need more data.” Fujiwara Izaya smiled slightly, then pretended to consider it for a moment. “So, could I use your feet as a reference?”

"..."

Water stains had already seeped through Yukino Riho's skin.

“It’s alright if it doesn’t work, you can continue using Yukihime’s feet as a reference,” Fujiwara Izaya said considerately. “But these are shoes for you, and I’m afraid… they might not fit.”

Yukino Riho is completely incapable of thinking.

Her fair neck was flushed, and even her wrists peeking out from her sleeves were pinkish-white, as if she had been attacked by an ambiguous feeling that she had never experienced before.

“And also, Yukino-san.” Fujiwara Izaya reached out and took her left hand. “After the shrine is built, you should move in too. You’re so beautiful, I’m afraid countless Takenaka Akiras will appear.”

"..." Yukino Riho's fingers were stiff.

But when you touch it, it feels soft and weak.

In the rain-soaked pavilion, she leaned against Fujiwara Izaya's shoulder, trembling slightly with a hint of helplessness.

Fujiwara Izaya gently held her hand, and after she calmed down, he asked, "If we only use Yukihime's feet, then the shoes we make can only be worn by you when you become a Yuki-onna."

Yukino Riho subconsciously turned around and glanced at Yuki-onna again.

Against the backdrop of a dark, rainy sky, the figure of the Snow Woman floats in the air, her silvery-white hair drifting like snowflakes.

"No, I'm melting..." Yukino Riho's body felt very hot. After struggling for a long time, she finally bent down with difficulty and took off her high heels decorated with ribbons with her slender fingers. Her right foot slid out of the shoe effortlessly without making a sound.

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Her body trembled slightly as she slowly extended her slender right foot, clad in stockings, and gently placed it on the slightly damp bench.

Fujiwara Izaya gently touched it with his fingers.

It was neither hot nor cold, and the stockings had a smooth, slippery texture.

When he touched the soles of her feet, a slight tremor ran through his fingertips; her feet were so small. Fujiwara Izaya even worried about how those small, narrow feet could support her weight.

Rain fell on the floor tiles inside the pavilion, and the bouncing water droplets reflected the light.

Yukino Riho's heart pounded, and her breathing became very rapid. Even through her stockings, she could feel the burning heat from his fingertips on her cold soles. She even began to worry that her body would melt because of this temperature.

Just then, Fujiwara Izaya made an even more outrageous demand.

“Please take off your stockings,” he said. “I want to touch Miss Yukino’s bare feet.”

“…Ugh.”

Yukino Riho was so embarrassed she almost cried.

Under Fujiwara Izaya's persistent and unwavering gaze, she endured extreme shame, turned her back, and slowly took off her stockings, draping them over her shoulders. The sound of the stockings rubbing against her skin amidst the pouring rain was particularly jarring to her.

What Fujiwara Izaya saw were five neatly trimmed toenails, as round as peas.

It's beautiful, pink, and irresistible.

Things are progressing very quickly.

Everything went smoothly and without any obstacles, just like a snowball rolling down a hillside.

"When making shoes, how can you not touch feet?" Fujiwara Izaya reached out with a clear conscience, his fingertips touching her toenails. After pausing slightly, he simply covered her with his entire palm.

Yukino Riho let out a soft moan.

Her body trembled, and she instinctively wanted to pull back, but Fujiwara Izaya grasped her ankle, gently lifted her foot, and slowly confirmed the feel of her skin.

Without stockings to cover it, the feel is even better.

Soft and smooth.

I can't feel the muscles.

Like a carefully crafted pastry.

Fujiwara Izaya's wish to hold on forever was so simple and pure.

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The small blue measuring tape made a slight rustling sound, and then pulled out a measuring ruler made of PVC plastic.

The measuring tape gently wrapped around her foot, measuring the length from toe to heel and from heel to ankle, which Fujiwara Rinya recorded in his notebook. Yukino Riho seemed a little restless, and her plump, pleasant soles began to twist. Fujiwara Rinya restrained her with his right hand.

He spread his notebook out on the bench and placed her feet on it.

Next, Fujiwara Izaya tore off a few more pages of paper and shredded them into thin strips. He wrapped these strips around the soles of his feet and crossed them over the insteps to measure the thickness, making it look like he was tying shoelaces around his feet. At that moment, her toes twitched slightly.

“Stand up,” he said.

Yukino Riho wanted to answer, but no sound came out.

She took off the high heel of her other foot, grabbed the pillar of the pavilion, and slowly stood barefoot on the bench, using both hands to hold onto the pillar for balance.

At this moment, Fujiwara Izaya had no other thoughts.

He bent slightly, his left hand gently pressing on the instep of her foot, while his right hand traced the outline of her foot with a pencil. Yukino Riho lowered her head, her eyes fixed intently on his every move. The wind rustled the leaves, the sound growing closer, and raindrops, maple leaves, and her hair swayed gently together. A few small raindrops fell onto her burning neck.

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In the afternoon, Fujiwara Rinya went out and bought some leather for shoemaking. Then he went to the headquarters of the Kanto Onmyōryō (Kanto Yin-Yang Bureau) to complete the registration procedures for Kawashima Miki as a shrine maiden. He was returning to Nagano Prefecture tomorrow, and if he wanted to "eat" his wife, this matter couldn't be delayed any longer.

After leaving the Kanto Yin-Yang Bureau, he received a call from Mrs. Kasahara, asking him to come over and dress formally.

Fujiwara Izaya had no choice but to go home and change his clothes.

Behind the bakery counter, Yukino Riho was reading a book as usual.

Bathed in the warm yellow light of the chandelier, she was clearly a little sleepy, half-lying on the table with her hair slightly disheveled.

Fujiwara Rin didn't disturb her, but instead strode up to the second floor.

Only then did Yukino Riho notice the commotion and let out a soft "Ugh".