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Getting this affirmative answer made Yotsuya Miko breathe a sigh of relief.

She really couldn't imagine what she would do if she confessed and was rejected, and how she could continue to stay in the Occult Research Club afterwards.

How she could get along with the other members and Yosho.

Because she had considered this, Yotsuya Miko had used the skills she had cultivated when facing evil spirits to forcibly suppress her feelings.

But today, she finally couldn't hold back because of Hyakume's independent appearance.

Fortunately.

The result was satisfactory.

"Then I want a kiss."

Yotsuya Miko said in a spoiled tone, making sure she was in the right position before kissing him.

Success and perfection.

Different from her emotionless, almost expressionless appearance.

Yotsuya Miko's kiss was very passionate.

Yosho kept Hyakume's reminder in mind and wrapped his arms around Yotsuya Miko's waist.

Yotsuya Miko was wearing a loose hoodie, but underneath was a pair of sporty hot pants.

Sometimes, Yosho even suspected that the personification of his soul was two hands because his hands were too nimble.

Unbeknownst to Yotsuya Miko, his hands had already changed position.

His left hand quietly slipped into the loose hoodie, while his right hand touched her snow-white, smooth, slender but fleshy leg.

Touching, touching hard.

Yotsuya Miko's skin was so smooth.

Her black-blue long hair, with the scent of shampoo, coupled with the fragrance of a girl, was indeed very pleasant.

"Umm, Yosho, you..."

Yotsuya Miko parted her lips, a flush appeared on her pretty face, a hazy mist appeared in her golden eyes, and her eyes were almost glazed over.

She took a deep breath, raised her hand to tidy up her messy hair, and said with a blushing face.

"You... you can hug, but what do you mean by reaching in?"

At this time, Yosho changed his usual frivolous and easy-going appearance and directly asked.

"Can't I touch?"

Yotsuya Miko was stunned for a moment, gently biting her lower lip, like a wronged little rabbit, obedient with a hint of discomfort, and nodded.

"If... if you want to touch, then touch."

"Can I touch anywhere?"

"Any... anywhere you like."

...

At the same time, in Futaba Rio's home.

"Hmm... it's really a bit complicated."

Futaba Rio crossed her legs, holding a cup of coffee in her left hand and a book on quantum mechanics in her right hand, with various intelligence she had collected in the reverse world during this period placed on the table, a ballpoint pen in her mouth, and a thoughtful look in her eyes.

The more she came into contact with the reverse world, the more she felt that it was a magical place.

The evil spirits and black mist that permeated the entire city, corresponding to the real Kyoto City, with various buildings restored one-to-one.

After comparison, Futaba Rio found that, except for humans and the items they carried, all the details in the reverse world and the surface world were absolutely the same.

The vehicles in the reverse world could also be started as long as there were keys.

Moreover, Futaba Rio hadn't told anyone, including Yosho.

She had conducted an experiment in private.

The first time, she first moved the position of an item in her home in the reverse world.

After returning to the surface world, she found that the position of the item had not moved.

The second time, she reversed the order and first moved the items in her home in the surface world.

And this time, after she entered the reverse world and confirmed, she found that the corresponding item in the reverse world had also shifted its position.

From this, she concluded.

It was the reverse world that corresponded to the real world, not the other way around.

Confirming this was very important.

In this way, the Occult Research Club could take whatever they wanted when entering the reverse world, and drive whatever car they wanted.

There wouldn't be the kind of thing where the position of an item in the real world suddenly changed.

And Futaba Rio was also very interested in the reverse world itself.

She had once asked Tamamo-no-Mae, who lived in the reverse world, whether the legendary stories about Sakura Province were true.

The other party's answer was beyond Futaba Rio's expectations.

According to Tamamo-no-Mae, she had been living in the reverse world since her birth and had never been to the real world.

It wasn't until the appearance of the "Gate" that the reverse world and the real world first came into contact.

In the legendary stories recorded in Sakura Province, Futaba Rio couldn't find any place that matched the characteristics of the reverse world.

The only thing that could be related...

Was only hell.

And what really shocked Futaba Rio was a sentence Tamamo-no-Mae said.

"The first time the 'Gate' appeared? Let me think..."

"It was probably more than a month ago..."

"March 20th."

At that time, when she heard this date, the shock in Futaba Rio's heart was indescribable.

She tried her best not to show any abnormality in front of Yosho and Yotsuya Miko.

Futaba Rio's memory was very good, almost to the point of photographic memory.

She had seen something.

The diary that Yosho used to record the daily changes after awakening his ability.

Of course, he stopped recording after entering Sobu High School and meeting Yotsuya Miko.

Futaba Rio still remembered the first diary and the first sentence at the beginning.

【March 20th, Weather: Cloudy.】

【Today, I awakened the ability to see evil spirits and ghosts.】

...

At this time, Sakurajima Mai was sitting on the sofa in her luxurious apartment.

Logically speaking, she wanted to go to Yosho's house to live.

It was just that tonight, on the one hand, he had made an appointment with Yotsuya Miko.

No.

If you put it that way, then she should go even more.

It was just a pity that Sakurajima Mai had a very important call to take tonight.

The moment the pointer pointed to eight o'clock, the phone rang on time.

Sakurajima Mai looked at the familiar number and the familiar note name below, and after a few seconds of silence, she finally answered it.

"Hello."

A cold, mature woman's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"You've decided to make a comeback?"

"No."

"Then what was that blimp promotion a while ago?"

Before Sakurajima Mai could answer, the woman on the other side was aggressive, not giving her any time to breathe, and immediately continued.

"I said long ago that you should have struck while the iron was hot during that career upswing. Choosing to retire was a stupid decision."

"Do you even understand how rare it is to have another chance to炒高话题度 after being a child star and briefly fading from popularity?"

Facing the woman's questioning, Sakurajima Mai only replied coldly.

"Taking bikini photos for magazines? You call that an opportunity? I'm an actress, not a model. I don't need such so-called opportunities to attract attention by selling my body."

This strong reply made the woman on the other side seem caught off guard, and she was stunned for a moment.

"You... you never used to talk to me like this before."

Sakurajima Mai was still so calm, but with a sharp tone.

"Since you treat me as a tool, I don't need to treat you as a mother either. This is my attitude towards my manager... no, towards my former manager."

Sakurajima Mai's mother was silent for a while, then suddenly said.

"Could it be that you're in love?"

Her daughter's personality had suddenly changed so much. Besides being in love, Sakurajima Mai's mother couldn't think of any other reason.

She had guessed right.

Sakurajima Mai hesitated, but thinking that she had decided not to make a comeback, she replied in a strong tone.

"I'm about to become an adult soon, and I hope you won't ask about these personal matters in the future."

"You also know that you're about to become an adult, but you're not an adult yet. Right now, I'm still your guardian!"

"I don't need you to care!"

...

Sakurajima Mai hung up the phone directly, buried her head between her knees, and only the cold floor was in front of her.

She sat on the ground like that, her eyes full of complex emotions, and muttered to herself.

"What... what should I do..."

...

On the other side, in Kirisu Mafuyu's home.

"Hey, hey, hey, your house is too messy, isn't it?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka, with a slender woman's cigarette in her mouth, looked at the living room in front of her that could be called messy, and her whole person became bad.