In the afternoon, in Kamishiro Yu's bedroom.
A battle has come to an end.
At this moment, Yurikawa Hana was like a tired kitten.
She pulled at the wrinkled bed sheet, pillowed on the pillow filled with Kamishiro Yu's scent, and had already fallen asleep.
The girl let out a kitten-like whine in her dream, and vivid strawberries planted by Kamishiro Yu were imprinted on her fair neck and delicate collarbone.
Kamishiro Yu gently put the quilt on her, then gently walked out of the room, and then summoned the women.
It had been four days since he came to this world. For him, most of the harvest had been completed.
There were still two buds waiting to be plucked... Kamishiro Yu quietly looked at the women, and then slowly announced his itinerary: "I plan to return to the original world first."
As soon as these words came out, the women were all shocked.
"Are you really leaving? It hasn't been a week yet."
Yotsuya Touko recalled the sweetness and thrills of the past few days, and her heart was full of reluctance.
She originally thought that Yu-kun would stay for a few more days, after all, she could see that he also had ideas about Miko and Yuria.
After all, she could see that he also had ideas about Miko and Yuria.
Kamishiro Yu shook his head firmly, then turned his gaze to Lady Eight Feet, and said slowly:
"I originally wanted to take you to my world, but I will still leave you here to help Touko and the others improve the Deity Channel."
When Lady Eight Feet heard this, she nodded gently. As long as it was Kamishiro Yu's order, she would naturally put it first.
For evil spirits, her lifespan was long. As long as Kamishiro Yu didn't come once every ten or twenty years, she would find it acceptable.
It was just that she really enjoyed the feeling of tasting the marrow and knowing the taste.
Kamishiro Yu turned his gaze to Yuria and solemnly began to explain to her:
"Yuria too, please learn more from Miko and the others here."
Yuria nodded a little sadly.
She had just tasted the sweetness of spiritual ability, but on the second day of contacting the Divine Lord, he was going to another world, which made her a little frustrated.
In Yuria's heart, as a devout believer, she must work hard to make enough contributions.
Only in this way would the Divine Lord be willing to stay in this world for a longer period of time.
Yotsuya Miko was also like this. She regretted not noticing Yu-kun's movements in time.
Her best friend Yurikawa Hana was usually silly, but she didn't expect that she would be the first to take the lead.
She was probably still in Yu-kun's room now!
As soon as she thought of this, a burst of courage suddenly arose in her heart.
She rushed directly towards Kamishiro Yu, her arms tightly wrapped around his strong waist.
As she smelled the scent of pine from Kamishiro Yu, mixed with a hint of Yurikawa Hana's milky fragrance, her eyes couldn't help but gradually redden.
She secretly vowed in her heart that next time, she would be the one to act first.
Yotsuya Touko's expression at this moment was extremely complex.
Her gaze shifted back and forth between Kamishiro Yu and Yotsuya Miko, her mind filled with countless thoughts.
Ultimately, she chose to leave this space to her daughter, because she understood that her daughter might need such a moment more than she did right now.
Kamishiro Yu, on the other hand, gently reached out and softly stroked Miko's smooth, black hair.
Then, he slowly lowered his head and left a deep, affectionate kiss on Miko's pristine forehead.
In everyone's sight, Kamishiro Yu gradually transformed into a phantom, as if he was slowly merging into another dimension.
At this moment, all the women could clearly feel that their connection with the Deity still existed.
However, they could clearly perceive that Kamishiro Yu was already in a very distant place.
Yotsuya Touko gazed at the spot where Kamishiro Yu had disappeared, muttering to herself:
"Another world? When will I get to see it too?"
Her eyes were filled with longing and anticipation.
After Kamishiro Yu left, Miko silently returned to her mother's side and gently hugged her.
At this moment, she deeply empathized with her mother; they must manage the Deity Channel in this world well to increase Senpai Yu's power.
At the same time, they needed to improve their own strength.
Only then could they be of assistance to Senpai Yu when traveling to other worlds.
The Yin-Yang Eyes girl, Yotsuya Miko, now had a burning fighting spirit in her eyes; she would not admit defeat!
...In the Main World, the sun had already set.
Unlike the Evil Spirit World, today was a good day here.
Kamishiro Yu's figure appeared directly in his living room at home.
He had left three teleportation anchor points in the Evil Spirit World.
One was at Miko's house, one at Miko's school, and the last was Sanko Valley Shrine.
In the real world, he currently only had two anchor points: one was his familiar living room, and the other was Takayanagi Sumie's tranquil garden.
He slightly raised his eyes and looked at the ticking clock on the wall.
He mused to himself, judging by the time, Takagi Saya and Busujima Saeko should still be at Teitan High School and not yet returned.
In his keen perception, currently, only Takayanagi Sumie was at his home, and she was in the laundry room.
He quickly walked towards Takayanagi Sumie's location... In the laundry room, the hum of the washing machine vibrated in the humid air.
Takayanagi Sumie was bending over to retrieve a lace bra stuck on the edge of the drum.
Her posture made her cinched red dress stretch over her rounded curves, her peach-like buttocks taut, highlighting their perfect shape.
"Be careful not to expose yourself."
The teasing trailing note made her fingertips tremble.
When she turned, the wet lace clung to her chest, creating dark watermarks on her pink loungewear.
However, what came into view was Kamishiro Yu, whom she had been waiting for.
Kamishiro Yu leaned against the storage cabinet, his dark blue shirt buttons slightly undone, his gaze tracing her taut waistline.
She couldn't help but quickly put down the alluring lace bra in her hand, covering her chest with one hand, her pearl necklace swaying with her rapidly rising and falling chest.
Kamishiro Yu scrutinized Takayanagi Sumie, who exuded a full 'wife' aura.
Today, Takayanagi Sumie's silky black hair was draped behind her neck, and her smooth pink loungewear completely failed to conceal her voluptuous figure.
Especially the cinched red dress, which perfectly accentuated her slender waist, adorned with a few well-placed flowers.
She looked incredibly charming.
A mischievous smile involuntarily appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Am I a bad person?"
Takayanagi Sumie, however, clutched her red long dress and gently shook her head.
His fingers suddenly lifted her smooth chin, his thumb brushing over her moisture-laden lips, his gaze following the plunging neckline downwards.
"It seems you've been maintaining yourself quite well recently!"
Feeling Kamishiro Yu's scorching gaze, Takayanagi Sumie's earlobes instantly flushed.
She suddenly recalled the scenes from the previous night.
She felt her body tremble uncontrollably.
"Yu-kun, not here, I still need to do laundry."
Takayanagi Sumie pleaded.
No sooner had she spoken than she was engulfed by the suddenly activated spin-dry mode.
The entire machine vibrated violently, causing her to stumble into the man's arms.
Kamishiro Yu took the opportunity to cup the back of her neck, his thumb caressing the sensitive soft skin behind her ear:
"Sumie, the floral scent on you is very similar to Rin's."
He smelled the fragrance on Takayanagi Sumie, which was exactly like Kamishiro Rin's.
Upon hearing this, Takayanagi Sumie felt a wave of shame wash over her body even faster than the moisture; this was a little trick of hers.
After Kamishiro Rin passed away, she had imitated Kamishiro Rin's preferences at the time, whether it was decorations, personal items, especially bath fragrances and perfumes.
All of this was to make Yu-kun feel more immersed.
But now, it seemed she had made a mistake?
Kamishiro Yu gently stroked Takayanagi Sumie's fair arm, feeling its extreme smoothness.
He whispered softly in her ear, "I quite like it."
Hearing these five short words, Takayanagi Sumie felt that all her efforts had paid off.
She suddenly thought of the washing machine's operating logic, like the feeling of spiral agitation.
Could she also be like that?
Like a washing machine swallowing and spitting out clothes?
She looked at Kamishiro Yu's profile, and her face couldn't help but turn crimson like a ripe apple.
PS: The image is Takayanagi Sumie!