Tokyo: Starting from the Miko Sister

"Mari...Sensei."

Haruhiko paused and almost called out the wrong name again.

"Come and sit."

Tsuchimikado Mari stood up.

Only then did Haruhiko notice that she had taken off her high heels.

A pair of feet wrapped in black stockings stepped on the clean floor.

You can vaguely see some whiteness on the ten toes.

Her feet look fleshy and have a certain elasticity.

As if she sensed Haruhiko's gaze, she raised her foot and stepped on his leg twice as he passed by.

"You like this?"

Tsuchimikado Mari asked with a cold expression.

"No."

Haruhiko answered subconsciously.

He sat in her seat and could vaguely sense a burning sensation and a faint fragrance.

"It's wrong to say one thing and mean another in front of the teacher."

Tsuchimikado Mari walked behind him, reached out and gently stroked his head, her tone calm but with a hint of instruction.

"Let's start learning."

Haruhiko changed the subject, picked up the book on the table, and turned to the part he had studied yesterday.

Tsuchimikado Mari chuckled, didn't insist anymore, and officially started the class.

Just like yesterday, he spoke quite seriously.

Haruhiko was also very satisfied when he saw his experience points increasing.

It won’t take too long to reach the first level.

By then, it should not be a problem to restore the lyrics and music that existed in the previous life.

However, he didn't have many songs in stock.

Save what you can.

He mostly sings Chinese songs.

But you can’t just sit there doing nothing and go to the next door to promote your music, right?

No need.

He is not particularly short of money now, and several wealthy women have expressed their willingness to support him.

This man really needs to have a skill.

Otherwise, you won’t be liked by rich women.

Haruhiko tilted his head slightly and looked at the rich woman in front of him.

Her profile is delicate and cool, her red lips slightly parted, exhaling knowledge with warmth and fragrance.

"What are you looking at?"

Tsuchimikado Mari paused, then turned her head to meet his gaze.

She is a fifth-level demon, and she can sense Haruhiko's movements at such a close distance.

"No."

Haruhiko immediately shifted his gaze to the book on the table.

"If you daydream in class, you will be punished."

Tsuchimikado Mari reached out her hand, lifted the hair that fell from her ears, and said, "Take a rest for a while."

Eh, is this a punishment?

Haruhiko began to feel doubtful.

Mariya Tsuchimikado sat on the chair next to him, with her small feet in black stockings put together and placed on his thighs.

“Give me a massage.”

She leaned slightly against the desk, her chin supported by one hand, and her top showed an exaggerated outline.

Haruhiko felt that she was like a beautiful snake, hissing and sticking out her tongue.

His hands fell on the black stockings.

Quite smooth.

It is also thin and light, and you can feel the jade feet under the black stockings.

Haruhiko started the massage.

Tsuchimikado Mari's eyes looked back and forth at him. Although there was no emotion in her eyes, one could still feel a silent pressure.

Like a queen.

Speaking of which, the fifth level does have the status of king among monsters.

This is true whether they are of the same race or not.

After all, the levels of monsters are roughly and clearly defined, and strength is the most important.

As for human beings, there is a classic saying.

Psychics are not about fighting and killing, but about human relationships and worldly wisdom.

There are naturally more thoughts and ideas.

"Mr. Maris, did you and Aunt Mashiro meet at a ruin of the Age of Gods?"

Haruhiko couldn't stand her staring gaze anymore, so he started to divert his attention.

"Yes."

Tsuchimikado Mari leaned forward slightly, her lower body volume highlighting a flat arc.

"So where were you before?"

Haruhiko glanced at it and then looked away.

It’s still safer to wear jade feet.

It would not be good if they started waving flags and shouting.

He felt that given Tsuchimikado Mari's personality, she might launch a personal attack.

Although he was a little bit looking forward to it, a man cannot be controlled so easily.

He has great dignity.

"Before?"

Tsuchimikado Mari adjusted her glasses and said, "She had been sleeping in the ruins before."

"You mean Aunt Mashiro woke you up?"

Haruhiko asked curiously, "How long have you been asleep?"

"Maybe a few hundred years."

Tsuchimikado Mari said uncertainly, "I remember that in my previous era, there was no such mess as there is now."

Haruhiko seemed to be thinking about something.

If it was thousands of years ago, he should have known more or less about Shiranui by the time of the first round.

After all, this monster itself is quite famous.

I didn't hear it at that time, so it appeared later.

"Come to think of it, you are a fifth-level great demon, why do you want to be Aunt Mashiro's shikigami?"

Haruhiko remembered that among all the Onmyoji, only Tachibana Yui's Shikigami was of the fifth rank, while the rest were of the fourth rank.

One reason is that it may take hundreds of years for a monster to reach the fourth level to the fifth level.

After the first owner dies, the creature will break free from the constraints of the contract and regain its freedom.

Most shikigami will choose to leave and no longer protect their heirs.

The second reason is that at the fifth level, the contract is no longer binding, or there is a possibility of being dissolved.

Over a long period of time, they may become enemies because of a rift.

Besides, the fifth level is the pinnacle of this world, and few strong people would live under someone else's roof.

Of course, Haruhiko remembered that it was an Onmyoji in public, and it was hard to say whether there was a fifth-level Shikigami in secret.

"Repay the favor."

Tsuchimikado Mari uttered two words lightly.

Repay a favor?

Haruhiko secretly thought that Tachibana Yui must have paid a heavy price to awaken Shiranui.

Or maybe her sleeping state was an abnormal state, such as being sealed by someone.

The story of Abe Haruaki sealing a great demon was mentioned in historical records.

Many demons have extremely tenacious vitality and cannot be killed.

Sealing is undoubtedly one way.

“Keep studying.”

Tsuchimikado Mari withdrew her feet and stood up again.

She is a little taller than Haruhiko and looks quite intimidating.

It's even more intense if you wear high heels.

Tsuchimikado Mari stopped studying at noon.

"Any questions?"

She sat on the seat next to her, crossed her long black legs, and asked.

"No."

Haruhiko said, shaking his head.

"Is it true?"

Tsuchimikado Mari raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "Don't miss out on the knowledge points because of shyness."

"Really do not have."

Haruhiko smiled and said, "I studied very hard."

"What are your plans next?"

Tsuchimikado Mari nodded and didn't dwell on the issue any further.

"Let's go have a meal, do a commission in the afternoon, and then practice."

Haruhiko didn't hesitate and told the schedule that he had planned long ago.

"Do you need Mr. Marie to accompany you on a commission?"

Tsuchimikado Mari crossed her arms and said, "I can also guide you in terms of strength."

"Need not."

Haruhiko waved his hand and said, "It's just a simple request, there's no need to have a fifth-level psychic accompany you."

This is called wasting talent.

However, he himself did not feel involved in taking on high-level commissions.

And the spiritual energy obtained is not much, after all, it is just auxiliary.