Ding dong!
[Higashiya Masaru: Are you awake, Yukinoshita?]
[Higashiya Masaru: I'm downstairs at your place, could you please open the door?]
……
Inside the apartment.
Yukino had just woken up and looked at the messages on LINE, her head filled with question marks.
Didn’t I tell you not to come?
Why are you still here!
Thinking about the massage from yesterday, Yukino couldn't help but blush.
She quickly typed a reply.
[Yukinoshita Yukino: There's no need to trouble you, Higashiya-kun.]
[Yukinoshita Yukino: I can manage on my own.]
Downstairs.
Higashiya Masaru looked at the message and smiled slightly.
[Higashiya Masaru: Without my massage, it would take at least three to five days for you to recover from a single training session.]
[Higashiya Masaru: Your talent isn't that great, considering recovery time, it would take at least three years for you to even get started.]
[Higashiya Masaru: What will you do during these three years?]
[Higashiya Masaru: You wouldn't want to find yourself powerless during another supernatural event, only able to seek help from others, would you?]
……
In the apartment.
Yukino looked at the messages, her fists clenched tightly.
Higashiya Masaru had hit a sore spot.
She absolutely did not want to be helpless during the next supernatural event, only able to anxiously seek help from others.
Ding dong!
Another message came through on LINE.
[Higashiya Masaru: You woke up so early, you must have a strong desire to become stronger.]
[Higashiya Masaru: Accept my help.]
[Higashiya Masaru: With my massage, you can train intensively every day and get started within a year!]
Seeing this, Yukino finally made up her mind.
She took a deep breath and typed a reply.
[Yukinoshita Yukino: You’ve convinced me, Higashiya-kun...]
[Yukinoshita Yukino: Please come up.]
Click.
The electronic lock on the door in front of Higashiya Masaru opened.
The residents upstairs could remotely control the door for those below.
Seeing this, Higashiya Masaru smiled and pushed the door open.
Taking the elevator...
Before long, he arrived at the apartment where Yukino lived.
Yukino was already waiting at the door.
She wore a thin outer jacket that accentuated her graceful and slender figure. On her lower half, she only wore breathable shorts, revealing a pair of long, straight legs.
“Good morning, Yukino.” Higashiya Masaru admired her.
“……”
Yukino's face turned slightly red, regretting that she had rushed out in her home clothes.
But thinking about what happened yesterday,
she suddenly raised her gaze and scrutinized Higashiya Masaru deeply.
“What’s wrong?” Higashiya Masaru asked curiously.
“Nothing.” Yukino's eyes took on a meaningful look as she softly said, “Please come in, Higashiya-kun... I’ll be relying on you for the massage today.”
She turned and entered, leaving a graceful silhouette for Higashiya Masaru.
Higashiya Masaru followed her inside.
He closed the door.
After a round of guidance on training, Yukino continued to lie on the sofa.
This time, however, she seemed to be more relaxed.
Yukino was only wearing a tank top, and on her lower half, she wore yoga shorts.
The youthful curves were fully outlined.
Higashiya Masaru felt a surge of heat in his heart.
He reached out his hand and once again touched Yukino's fair, delicate, smooth, and moist skin.
“Yes.”
Higashiya Masaru was taken aback for a moment and said, “But I was worried you might not be used to it, so I didn’t mention it. If you think it’s necessary, I can bring essential oils next time.”
“Okay, please use essential oils next time.” Yukino said softly.
Higashiya Masaru couldn’t help but be surprised.
Is Yukino serious?
Using essential oils for massage involves a lot of contact.
The person receiving the massage needs to remove all their clothes, covering only the private parts with a towel, leaving everything else exposed.
‘Does Yukino know about this?’
Higashiya Masaru glanced at Yukino curiously but saw no signs of discomfort.
‘Forget it, I’ll pretend I don’t know and talk about it during the massage tomorrow.’
After a round of massage to invigorate the blood flow,
Yukino's soft, plump toes curled tightly.
She once again lost control and let out an alluring moan.
At the same time, the sofa needed to be covered again.
“You should rest well.” After finishing the massage, Higashiya Masaru casually patted Yukino's private area and left.
On the sofa.
Yukino drowsily slept for half an hour before being awakened by the alarm clock.
She opened her eyes, touched the soft flesh on her backside, her face flushed, biting her silver teeth tightly, “Higashiya, you jerk, was it not enough to touch me during the massage? You still had to take advantage of me before leaving!”
“Pervert!”
“Bastard!”
Yukino angrily cursed for a while before getting up to wash herself in the bathroom.
……
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
After leaving Yukino's house, Higashiya Masaru strolled along the nearby streets, swinging his arms casually.
Shadows and cursed spirits were shattered by him, turning into experience points.
[Level Up!]
Before long, Higashiya Masaru received a system notification.
His expression brightened as he summoned the panel.
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Template: Seti
Level: 4
Skills: Battlefield Heroism (Passive), Diminishing Opponent's Might (Level 1), Skull Splitter (Level 1)
Skill Points: 2
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He had leveled up from 3 to 4.
Higashiya Masaru's strength, speed, endurance, defense, and health recovery, among other attributes, had all received a slight boost.
Taking Hiratsuka Shizuka as an example,
he could now fight one more Hiratsuka Shizuka at night.
……
……
At the construction site in the suburbs.
Yayoi frowned as she returned to the car, her expression irritated.
This was the third time she had negotiated with the construction team, and they insisted that they would only continue working after performing a ritual.
And it couldn’t be an ordinary ritual.
It had to be from a large shrine in Tokyo or Kyoto, or a master from the Onmyoji, otherwise, they wouldn’t believe it.
“Could it really be a supernatural event?”
Yayoi muttered, recalling the fearful expression of the construction manager during the negotiation, which didn’t seem fake.
But... how could there be supernatural events in this world?
Yayoi shook her head with a smile.
She started the vehicle, planning to go back and prepare a new negotiation plan.
If they really needed to perform a ritual, it would take at least a month to delay, and this project couldn’t wait that long.
“If it really comes to that, I might as well ask Shizuka's friend to just bluff it.” Yayoi focused on driving, leaving the construction site.
She didn’t notice a thin thread shot out from the construction site.
It pierced through the outer layer of the vehicle and stuck to the back of her neck.
Inside the construction site.
A pair of cold eyes appeared from the shadows, watching the vehicle that Yayoi was driving away in.
The owner of the eyes grasped the thread and gently tugged on it.
Yayoi's eyes flashed with confusion, as if she had turned into a soulless puppet, manipulated by the thread.
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Seeking flowers, seeking evaluation tickets!