Inuyasha: A Different Kind of Dog General

A naughty strand of hair fell right on the tip of her small nose, causing her to wrinkle her nose unconsciously.

(The sun is out... Time to inspect the White Jade Tower and practice swordplay... No, I'm not in the White Jade Tower...)

(Last night, I played too late with Youyouko-sama... I'll sleep for five more minutes)

Turning over, Youmu buried her face in the fluffy quilt and curled up like a sleepy little animal.

Just then, her right hand suddenly touched something cold.

"Ok?"

Half asleep and half awake, she subconsciously poked the object with her finger, and there was a red mark on her soft cheek from the pillow.

When the fingertips felt the familiar texture, it was the muscle memory formed from years of holding the sword.

She couldn't help but blink her sleepy eyes in confusion.

"Why is the hilt here?"

Youmu slowly raised her right hand and stared at the Hakulou sword that suddenly appeared in her hand in a silly way. The tuft of adobo hair on her head swayed slightly with her movement.

The sunlight danced on the snow-white sword, illuminating her dazed expression.

"Eh?!"

Suddenly realizing something, she sat up with a start, looking left and right in her arms in a panic, not even noticing that the shoulder strap of her pajamas had slipped off.

Her wide eyes were filled with confusion, and her cheeks were still a cute blush from just waking up.

"Why, why do you sleep with a sword in your arms..."

She tilted her head and muttered quietly, then suddenly seemed to remember something important and exclaimed, "This is the Bailou Sword, isn't it in Grandpa's hands?!"

The soft exclamation echoed softly in the morning light. Youmeng sat in the quilt holding Bailou Sword, and the ahoge on her head curled up into a question mark in confusion.

"Grandpa is dead?"

(Great Devil)

Chapter 166 Carpe Diem

"Grandpa is an extremely powerful swordsman, how could he die?"

Youmu shook her head violently, and her silver hair swayed fluffy like the fur of a small animal.

She tightly grasped the Bailou Sword with both hands, closed her eyes and concentrated on sensing the breath of the soul demon.

Suddenly, the sword body trembled slightly, and a familiar spiritual power fluctuation entered the heart.

(Is this a message from grandpa?)

When she "heard" the content clearly, her eyes lit up first, and her face unconsciously broke into a happy smile. Her emerald eyes widened and her little mouth opened into a cute circle.

The Bailou Sword in his hand suddenly became heavy. This surprise came too suddenly.

Becoming the head of the Soul Family has always been her pursuit.

"It seems that Grandpa also thinks that I can take charge of the family on my own."

But the next second she suddenly froze.

"Wait, wait, Grandpa!"

Youmeng, who had come to her senses, frantically ruffled her silver hair, and the ahoge on top of her head trembled with her movements.

"You still haven't taught me any of the secret family techniques! You haven't even demonstrated the secrets of the Soul-Severing Sword you mentioned last time! And, and you haven't given me all the account books for the White Jade Tower!"

She was running around the room anxiously with the sword in her arms, her pajamas sleeves swaying with her movements, making her look like a little white rabbit with its fur standing on end.

She wanted to contact the soul demon Ji through the Bailou Sword, but she felt that there was a sword intent hindering her - this was obviously the method left by her grandfather!

"How could a head of household retire so suddenly? How irresponsible!"

The crying voice of protest floated out of the window, startling a few sparrows nesting in the courtyard.

In the morning light, the tassel of the Bailou Sword swayed gently, as if smiling silently.

"Ta-ta-ta-ta!"

A burst of hurried footsteps hit the corridor floor like falling rain, mixed with the cute "pat pat" sound - it was obvious that they didn't even have time to put on their slippers.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Accompanied by a deafening knock on the door, Youmu's aggrieved voice penetrated the paper door, "Youyouko-sama! Something terrible has happened! Grandpa, he, he——"

She suddenly got stuck, her face flushed red, and finally she shouted out the "cruel" fact with great grievance.

"Grandpa wants to slack off! He's trying to copy everyone else's 'retirement on a whim'! He didn't even say goodbye properly!"

When she got excited, she stomped her feet at the door while holding Bai Loujian, and the hem of her pajamas fluttered with her movements.

(He clearly promised to teach me the ultimate secret! We clearly agreed to mow the yard together next week, but now it’s all my responsibility. Grandpa is so mean!)

Youmu was getting angrier and angrier as she was about to continue complaining when she suddenly heard a 'grunt' from inside the room.

It is the classic sound effect when Youyouko-sama is hungry.

"Hmm..."

With a soft moan, Youyouzi slowly stood up from the brocade quilt.

The morning light filtered through the gauze curtain, giving her cherry blossom pink shoulder-length curly hair a dreamy sheen.

A few naughty strands of hair stuck to her cheeks, which still had traces of sleep, and the cute natural curls at the ends of her hair bounced gently with her movements.

The loose nightgown slipped off as she stood up, revealing her round and plump shoulders and the faintly visible proud curves, and the fabric on her chest was propped up into an alluring arc.

She raised her hand dazedly to wipe the corner of her mouth, and a trace of crystal stained her fingertips.

The rose crystal-like pupils glowed with a dreamy brilliance in the morning light, like blooming double cherry blossoms reflected in spring water.

The slender waist stretched out as she stretched, outlining the curve of her hips, which were tightened by her nightgown, more clearly.

"Youmu, I didn't teach you to do anything rude like yelling so early in the morning."

The nasal, sweet voice, like freshly brewed strawberry jam, immediately made Youmu at the door stand up straight.

The cute face imitated the seriousness of adults.

Youyouzi in the room turned half sideways, the heavy weight on her chest pushed open the collar of her nightgown, revealing a piece of snow-white skin.

She lazily supported her cheeks with her hands, and this posture made the lines of her perky buttocks more eye-catching under the thin nightgown.

"But now that we're awake..."

As soon as Youyouzi thought about it, the door opened. Youmu, who was standing at the door, screamed "Ah" and was brought to Youyouzi by an invisible big hand.

She held Youmu's serious face with both hands, and this action made her plump breasts almost stick to Youmu.

Her pink eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, casting a faint shadow under her eyes.

"Why don't we buy them breakfast from the next street? It's the same kind we had yesterday. It was really delicious."

As she spoke, she leaned forward slightly, and the round curve of her buttocks made an alluring depression on the bed sheets.

A strand of pink curly hair casually fell on the tip of Youmu's nose, carrying with it the faint fragrance unique to Youyuko - like the sweet scent of cherry blossoms and honey.

When Youyouko tilted her head, the softness of her chest swayed gently with the movement, outlining an outline in the morning light that made her heart beat faster.

"Master Youyouzi, now is not the time to eat!"

"Grandpa, he..."

Youmu, who was controlled by the weapon, had her hand holding the Bailou sword trembling slightly, and her eyes were unconsciously attracted by the plump curves of her master that were about to burst out.

He was clearly trying to get down to business, but once again succumbed to his master's foul and coquettish offensive.

She blushed and noticed that the deep cleavage revealed by the collar of Youyouko's pajamas looked particularly sexy against her pink curly hair.

(Ugh... Yuyuko-sama is so... cunning!)

Youmu's cheeks flushed instantly, and the fingers holding the Bailou sword unconsciously twisted the corners of her clothes.

She secretly glanced at Lady Youyouzi's proud curves that were about to burst out.

He looked down at his flat chest again and suddenly felt a little sour in his nose.

(Wait, wait until I grow up...)

She quietly straightened her frail body and pictured her future self in her mind.

She must have such a graceful figure... such an elegant temperament...

Maybe her breasts will be bigger than Yuyuko-sama's...

"Youmu? Why are you in a daze?"

Youyouzi tilted her head and moved closer, the majestic chest swaying slightly with the movement.

"Are you thinking about something weird?"

"No, no, no!"

Youmu jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and the fur on top of her head stood straight up. "I'll go get breakfast!"

She turned and ran in a panic, but she didn't notice that she tripped over her own sword tassel.

The Bailou Sword drew a silver light in the air, and finally with a "dong" sound, it pierced into the floor of the corridor.

(Damn... Is this the luxury a mature woman can have...)

Youmu's whole face turned red and she hurriedly got up from the floor.

She grabbed the floating white ball ghost, as if to hide her embarrassment, and ran out of the house while holding the ghost tightly in her arms.

The little ghost was strangled by her and cried out "Puyo Puyo", and its round body was squeezed and deformed.

"This stupid girl."

Youyouzi folded her hands to support her chest, this posture made the fullness of her chest more prominent, and there was a light of insight in her eyes.

Youmeng's hurried words were still echoing in her ears, but at this moment she was thinking about something more profound.

(Mr. Yaoji has finally taken this step...)

She stretched her body lazily, and the graceful curves under her nightgown rose and fell gently with her breathing.