Hikigaya, the Son-in-law of Three Surnames

Perhaps when you return to Neon, you have unknowingly acquired many strange attributes and then become socially dead.

You sacrificed yourself for the greater good at that time.

Minamoto no Raikou came over quickly and hugged her in his arms: "Ah, look at what sinful good thing I have done to make such a poor girl cry, it's really..."

A faint scent of sandalwood mixed with refreshing natural body fragrance rushed into his nose, and then his vision was covered by darkness.

"Woooooooooooo..."

This time she is not pretending, she is almost suffocating due to lack of oxygen. Damn, this woman is really stupid. But she is also right, what they call brainless.

"Ahhhh, what a shy beauty."

Seeing Shiyu-chan’s flushed face, it seemed that some misunderstanding had occurred.

Minamoto no Raikou saw that "she" was still holding the calligraphy on the rice paper, the poem full of murderous intent, she took it from Hachiman's hand without a trace of worldly concern, lit it on the eternal lamp, and threw it into the brazier. Looking at the ashes in the brazier, it seemed that a lot of it had been burned.

"I think you were scared by my idle doodles. By the way, where is your mother?" Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess changed the subject with a doting look on her face.

This look made Hachiman feel uncomfortable all over. If you didn't know, you are much more like your mother than that dead woman.

Hachiman thought about it, picked up the brush on the table, and wrote the word "Qing" crookedly on the rice paper.

Minamoto no Raikou couldn't help but sigh with a smile: "Your mother is also a childish person, and she is still fighting with that child for this pride."

Shiyu nodded vigorously. If that damn woman hadn't run out and got angry, would they be forced to open for business?

Minamoto no Raikou lifted Shiyu-chan up and stood up: "Ah, I didn't expect that you look skinny but you're actually quite heavy. It's just that your development is a little slow. Don't be picky about your food."

The Crown Princess gently touched his nose with her jade finger... No, I can't bear it any longer, this woman has such a strong maternal instinct... She wants to recognize her mother...

"You haven't eaten yet since we entered the palace at this hour. Come to the next room and I'll cook for you."

She carefully packed up a piece of rice paper and a brush and ink, and with a smile on her face, she took Hachiman to the dining table next door, which was connected to the kitchen.

Hachiman finally understood why Murasaki Shikibu admired the Crown Princess so much. He could feel the warmth and sincerity from her like the sun.

Well, although I like physical contact and the scale is a bit strange, I may feel a little uncomfortable at first sight.

The lights were finally turned on, and what shocked Hachiman the whole year was that the lights here were still those old-fashioned ones with pull-cord switches. Was this an antique that was made during the Showa or Taisho era and has never been replaced?

Although the stove is also an old-fashioned model that uses gas, at least it doesn't burn wood, so that's enough.

Looking at the lovely girl with beaded eyebrows wearing a red apron and cooking for him enthusiastically under the dim light, the young man felt a little sad for some reason. He couldn't imagine how a girl in her prime felt, being imprisoned for more than ten years because of a tragedy that she didn't commit, and it was obvious to him that she would continue to be imprisoned like this.

If it were him, he would definitely not have the smile and compassion for the woman in front of him.

This made his conscience, which had been in a Schrödinger state for a long time, feel guilty.

Then, feeling extremely guilty, he ate three large bowls of rice and two large bowls of pork sauce soup.

What does your guilt, Hikigaya Hachiman, have to do with me, the sickly and beautiful food host Shiha-chan?

Minamoto no Raikou looked at Shiu-chan, who had a big appetite, with a satisfied smile on his face.

OMG I love this mom.

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Chapter 16 Very good and energetic (Second update, please subscribe)

Minamoto no Raikou's slightly narrow eyes curved into a bright moon. Looking at Shiyu-chan who was eating silently but not politely in front of him, he felt a long-lost joy in his heart.

Thinking that this child had been unable to speak since childhood and must have been very lonely, he couldn't help but feel pity for her and couldn't help but hold her in his arms.

Then Hachiman, who was holding the chopsticks, saw the Crown Princess' eyes reddened: "Wow, Xiangzi herself is a careless person. She actually threw you abroad so early. She must not have taken good care of you. You are such a poor child. Mom...ah, I will teach Xiangzi a lesson."

Did you just change your name to something strange?

Shiyu-chan nodded without saying a word with a slightly dull look in her eyes, which caused Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess to hug her and scream. Shiyu-chan was really so adorable.

Humph, stupid woman.

After dinner, Minamoto no Raikou suddenly realized that there was nothing entertaining here, so he felt pity: "I'm sorry, Shiyu-chan, there is no TV here. Oh, by the way, what is the most popular drama playing outside now? Before I entered the palace, I loved watching "Oshin's Story", but it's a pity that I came in before the ending was broadcast."

Mom, come out and see the M78 alien.

Hachiman stood up, stood silently in front of Minamoto no Raikou, and reached out to touch her soft hair.

"Ah, are you trying to comfort me? What a good boy you are, Yasas." Minamoto no Raikou gently touched the tip of his nose with his slender fingers and said with a smile.

How can you curse at me?

Minamoto no Raikou stood up with a smile, and subconsciously wanted to hold the hand of "Shiyu-chan", but Hachiman gently avoided him and only held her wrist. The Crown Princess was a little confused, and saw that Shiyu-chan had written on a piece of paper: Shaking hands is too embarrassing.

Minamoto no Raikou held her and cried again.

If you want to have a daughter, she should be like Shiyu!

Hachiman breathed a sigh of relief, somehow he managed to get away with it.

Minamoto no Raikou took the rice paper and led him out of the dining room and into the bedroom next door. It was large but seemed lonely, with a wild forest outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

However, there were many toys in the bedroom that looked like they were for children. Although they looked new, they were from an unknown era, such as rattles, wooden tops, and cardboard ornaments of ducklings and puppies.

Hachiman pointed at the toys, and Minamoto no Raikou smiled and said, "These are all toys I made by hand in my spare time. It's just right, can you tell me what toys kids like to play with nowadays? I can try to make some."

The young man thought about it and thought, kids nowadays like to eat chicken, glue and paper figures. I can't let you make a smartphone with your hands.

Which decent kid would play with these things nowadays?

But he thought that if he really said that, the person in front of him would really cry in front of him, so he thought about it and used his clumsy painting skills to draw a sword on the rice paper.

"Is this a sword? I have a lot of swords, but how can a sword with such a weird shape be used to repel the enemy? And what do the words 'Hey', 'Hey', 'Hey' written on the side mean?"

Then Hachiman wrote on the paper: This is called Heisei Heihei Sword. Kids nowadays love fencing, and this is their most popular toy.

Toei was so moved that it cried.

"Ah, I didn't expect that the martial virtues among the people are so abundant nowadays. It's great, it's really spirited."

Nothing seems wrong.

Then, at the request of Minamoto no Raikou, Hachiman taught many ways of communication among today's young people.

"'Sleep like hell and get up' means good boy, do you mean you want to get up?" Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess suddenly became elegant and easy-going.

Then, she said to Shiyu-chan next to her: "Are you teaching me how to do things?... Well, this is a little hard to say."

Hachiman almost twisted his mouth, and he managed to hold it back with great difficulty, almost causing internal injuries.

"No way, no way, there really can't be someone who can't even get a girlfriend, right?"

"That's all the dead otaku is? That's all? That's all? That's all? That's all?!"

Minamoto no Raikou was excited about learning the current popular knowledge, while Hachiman was also excited about being able to corrupt the future empress.

"Shiyu-chan, NMSL."

Minamoto no Raikou said with a smile, Shiyu-chan, please give my regards to your mother.

"Ahhhh, Shiyu-chan, why are you crying?"

With trembling hands, Hachiman wrote on the rice paper: These are tears of emotion, Lord Raikou.

The purple old lady sneezed and then gave a thumbs up.

As the night deepened, Murasaki Shikibu still hadn't come back, but the relationship between "Shiyu-chan" and Minamoto no Raikou became closer.

After hesitating for a moment, Hachiman wrote on the remaining rice paper: "Lord Raikou, do you want to have a child?"

Wearing women's clothing means you can do whatever you want.

Minamoto no Raikou's eyes were filled with maternal compassion: "Yes, I have always loved children, and I originally thought that I could have my own children, but now that person has become like that, I think this wish can no longer be realized. It is just an empty fantasy when I am lonely here."

Ah, this......

Then she pulled out many different styles of kimonos from the closet, both for boys and girls.

"Look, these are the furisode and dolls prepared for the Girls' Festival. This is the yukata for boys. Look at this one, it's a replica of the sailor uniform I wore as a discipline committee member in high school. And this one..."

Minamoto no Raikou introduced to Hachiman one by one the costumes she had prepared for her imaginary children over the years, from the kindergarten Hinami Festival to the elementary school entrance ceremony to the high school coming-of-age ceremony.

"By the way, how old is Shiyu-chan this year?"

Hachiman wrote on the rice paper: Shiyu-chan is eighteen years old this year.

"That's perfect. I'll measure your size and prepare a set of twelve pieces for you when you enter college."

Immediately afterwards, Minamoto no Raikou took a tape measure and fiddled with Shiyu-chan's body.

"Your development is really slow. I'll write you a prescription when I go back tomorrow. After you take it, you can be like me."

It's not necessary for your case, but you can take it back and give it to someone to try.

"But you have a nice butt, pretty firm."

Hachiman twitched his lips, feeling as if he was being fooled by a female hooligan.

But can we lump together female gangsters? This female gangster is the crown princess!

However, when Minamoto no Raikou was about to touch a sensitive spot inadvertently, Hachiman stepped back vigilantly.

"Oh, you're so shy." Lord Raikou didn't care. He recorded the measured data on rice paper and then pulled Hachiman's wrist again.

"Okay, let's go clean ourselves up, we can talk later tonight."

Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess took Shiyu-chan's hand and said with a smile.

Chapter 17 You're Already Dead

Minamoto no Raikou took Hachiman's wrist and said he wanted to cleanse him, but he didn't even take him to the bathroom or anything, which made him very nervous for a while.

Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess took Shi Yujiang out of Qiuchan Villa. Not far away, about ten meters away from the corridor, they saw a naturally formed shallow stream with a small reservoir in it and a wooden barrel placed beside it.

Seeing Shiyu-chan's puzzled look, Lord Raikou smiled and explained, "After worshipping Buddha every day, I am used to using this stream water to calm down."

After worshiping Buddha, calm down?

Hachiman thought about it carefully and felt that there was something wrong with these words.

But what made Hachiman feel pity(?) was that Minamoto no Raikou did not take off his clothes for the cleansing. Instead, he half-knelt on the cobblestone ground with his back to the young man and poured cool stream water directly over his head from a wooden bucket.

Under the reflection of the night, the stream water gradually wet the black hair, just like the black feathers of a crow that can reflect luster. Japanese people like to use the word "wet crow" to describe beautiful black hair, and it is indeed reasonable. The water slowly penetrates through the hair and gradually wets His Highness's white robe. Although the robe is not thin enough to reveal the color of the skin, the wet fabric begins to stick tightly to the skin, slowly shaping a beautiful hip curve under the white cloth.

Shiyu tasted it carefully and found that she was quite satisfied to see such a scene. Beauty is pleasing to the eyes, and sometimes just pleasing the eyes is enough. Going further will destroy the beauty of the moment.

He smiled and cursed inwardly, what a damn pretentious thing.

"Um, Shiyu-chan, can you go downstairs and get me a black cloth bag? I can't open my eyes now."

Minamoto no Raikou saw that Shiyu-chan had lost her voice, so he spoke, and soon, she heard the sound of footsteps gradually moving away.

Hachiman did see a long, black bundle hanging on the hook on the wooden pillar in the corridor. He took it down and, without looking into what was inside, he walked over and handed the bundle over. The water flowed down his hair, onto his cheek, and then slowly onto his delicate collarbone.

"Thank you, Shiyu-chan."

Minamoto no Raikou took the black bundle from Hachiman's hand, but at that moment, the Crown Princess's hand touched his palm.

Oops? !

In an instant, the upside-down zipper started like an engine, revealing a black and red scabbard with a mandala pattern from inside the bundle.

A strong gust of wind blew by, and Hachiman was already whizzing backwards in a series of small jumps, and the pebbles on the ground were pressed against the sand and squeezed against each other, making a mournful sound.

The wet Crown Princess stood sternly, holding the red hilt, and slowly pulled out a sharp blade from the scabbard under the moonlight. The exquisite and uncomplicated cloud pattern shone like flowing light, revealing a hint of bloody breath.

"Dojikiri Yasutsuna."

Minamoto no Raikou held the knife and spoke lightly, her eyes gradually becoming indifferent, as if she were two different people compared to the pity she had just shown. She spoke coldly in a charming voice.

"You are not Xiangzi's daughter Shiyu-chan... Who are you?"

The young man couldn't help laughing when he saw that his disguise was exposed: "Sure enough, you shouldn't have touched the calluses on my palms."

Perhaps Minamoto no Raikou had already become suspicious because Hachiman avoided her when she wanted to hold his hand for the first time. It was not until she took the black bag just now that she let her guard down (it was too big, too big) and she felt the calluses on the young man's hands.

Those with such calluses are either craftsmen who have done heavy work for many years and the calluses have been wiped out along with the fingerprints, or they are... people who have been practicing weapon for a long time, because Minamoto no Raikou himself is such a person.

No matter which one it is, she can't be Murasaki Shikibu's daughter.

"Not only that, when I was measuring just now, I found that your bones should not be those of a woman." Minamoto no Raikou shook her head. She was not the kind of person who would doubt others casually.

"Oh, so that's it." I didn't expect the Crown Princess to have such ability. I thought that no matter how good her martial arts were, she was still a secluded person.

"Questions and answers are useless, the thief deserves death!"

Thinking of his affection and physical contact with "Shiyu-chan" just now, Minamoto no Raikou felt a little angry and ashamed.