How can one destroy a person's notion?
The most direct method, of course, is to let him recognize your feminine charm. And also let him understand clearly that you are not some immature child who needs care, but a mentally and physically sound adult who's already prepared to make babies.
'Speaking of which, as a spirit, it seems like I don't have the function to get pregnant?'
'Forget it, these little details are not important.'
'What's important is'
Kumiko slightly lowered her head and easily saw her own toes.
"Mm"
'Although very unwilling, my figure might, perhaps, probably, maybe indeed be a tiny bit on the flat side?'
Even though she'd already been enhanced once, it only changed from a flat plain to a slightly undulating hillock, the difference wasn't very big.
"Sigh"
'It's hard to survive,' thought the loli with a sigh.
The spirit girl couldn't help but think, 'If I just go at it directly'
'No, no, not only will I lose the fight, I'll definitely get spanked hard on the butt by Master in the end!'
'As expected, I still need help from others.'
Although Master Alto was like a guiding light on her path forward, they were ultimately separated by a screen, and distant water can't quench a nearby thirst.
So, besides Master, the person Kumiko relied on the most became very obvious.
'Nijika Mama!'
'Hmph hmph, so what if we're both flat-chested? If we loli girls unite our hearts, we'll definitely make Master kneel and drag him off to become our Star Fury power!'
'Absolutely can! Easily can, kouya!'
Kaito didn't know that a mere loli actually dared to scheme such bold thoughts in her mind, plotting to overthrow her superior.
Seeing that it was getting late, he routinely urged Kumiko to rest, then brought the bath-craving catgirl to the guest room, and by the way, satisfied the latter's needs.
'Don't misunderstand, I mean her curiosity.'
He didn't intentionally hide anything from the catgirl. Since Raana had indeed obediently taken her bath, he kept his word and briefly explained the principle of the 'One-Click Dressing' spell.
Of course, whether the catgirl could understand or not was another matter altogether.
A silent night passed. The next morning.
Although she verbally acknowledged her granddaughter's taste, the catgirl's grandma still rushed back overnight from out of town to personally pick her up.
Kaito also met this elderly woman named Tsuzuki Shifune. Though she was already up in age with a head of silver hair, her body was still sturdy, her voice full of energy, and her fashion sense wasn't the plain and unnoticeable kind you'd expect from an old lady. On the contrary, she looked quite trendy. All in all, she was a strong-spirited old woman.
Tsuzuki Shifune was initially curious, 'What is so special about the boy my granddaughter has fallen for at first sight? Surely he isn't a refined catnip spirit?'
But such joking thoughts vanished completely the moment she laid eyes on Kaito.
After living for decades, it was her first time seeing such a high-level face.
Back when she was young, Tsuzuki Shifune had been a touring guitarist nationwide, and definitely considered well-traveled, she had met many handsome men. But to be handsome to this degree, as if the very act of standing there embodied the concept of "beauty" itself
In front of that face, anyone who could resist zoning out for three seconds was a god.
'No wonder my granddaughter, who usually isn't close to outsiders, will throw away her sense of shame and even ask to go home with the guy.'
Even someone like her, an older lady, couldn't help spacing out. For those young girls who haven't seen the world, wouldn't they all get confused just seeing him?
However, after discarding these trivial thoughts, Tsuzuki Shifune sincerely expressed her thanks to Kaito. Even her normally stern expression softened.
She even specially handed him a business card, saying that if he ever needed help with anything, he could contact her anytime. Only then did she leave with the reluctant and constantly looking-back catgirl.
Although Kaito didn't feel like she could help him with anything, this Ms. Tsuzuki seemed to have considerable influence in Tokyo's Livehouse Association.
Thinking about the many girls around him who were into band activities, and the fact that Nijika's family even ran a Livehouse, he decided to keep the business card. Maybe one day it'd come in handy.
In a blink, it was afternoon, school dismissal time.
Since he'd promised to visit Yumiko's home tomorrow, and it involved meeting the parents, of course he couldn't go empty-handed.
Kaito decided to buy some gifts in advance.
But even gift-buying had its intricacies, knowing the recipient's preferences was crucial.
"Dad doesn't like smoking, only drinks occasionally, and not much. If you have to say, his biggest hobby is probably fishing?"
"Mom doesn't seem to have any particular hobbies but she really wants me to find a boyfriend soon, so you coming over is the best gift, hehe~"
Leaving school together with Yumiko, they arrived at a nearby shopping street. The blonde girl generously shared all the info she knew.
Actually, Yumiko hadn't intended for Kaito to go to such lengths.
Though her dad had some opinions about her secretly getting a boyfriend without saying anything, he always worried she'd get tricked by some bad guy her mom was quite happy, even touched to tears like, ("My tsundere daughter can finally get married.")
'So in my mom's eyes, just how hopeless am I? To the point she's worried I'll never get married?'
No matter what, she's still the queen of the popular clique in class, nicknamed "Flame Princess," a top-tier beautiful girl gorgeous enough to debut. How is she that hopeless?
'Forget it', sneaking a glance at the Kaito beside her, Yumiko suddenly felt a little guilty.
'Maybe probably indeed perhaps'
'In front of the President, my beautiful girl value didn't hold up so well?'
Aside from being handsome enough to make people scream, he was physically strong enough to make your legs go weak.
Her eyes unintentionally glanced at a love hotel on the street corner. The girl's pretty face turned red.
'N-No more thinking!'
'Ugh if I keep thinking like this, I might not go home tonight again'
The kidney suffering was one thing, but since her parents were staying in her apartment these days to wait for the visit tomorrow.
If she really didn't go back tonight, wouldn't that be a confession without words?
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Chapter 122: Kita's Predicament
Giving a gift to a fishing guy is relatively simple, floats, fishing rods, fish finders, sun-protection clothing... just pick one.
Kaito didn't lack money, so he simply bought a full set of fishing gear gift pack, including fishing rods, floats, sun hats, folding chairs, and many other things. And he picked all big-name brands. For example, the fishing rod was from the famous Japanese brand "Daiwa." The price wasn't cheap, he ended up spending nearly 700,000 yen.
That was over two months of salary for secretary Sakiko, just spent like that.
However, Kaito didn't feel the least bit of heartache. The several million yen demon-exorcising fee he earned from Yumiko back then, he hadn't even spent half of it yet, not to mention the rewards from commissions completed afterward.
But... thinking carefully, wasn't he basically spending his daughter's money to buy a gift for her father?
He felt like he had somehow picked up a weird soft rice script.
Kaito shook his head and tossed these trivial thoughts aside, then turned to consider another matter.
He had bought a gift for Miura-sensei, but there was still one more: Mrs. Miura.
Although Yumiko had repeatedly said that for her mother, having a boyfriend was already great news and that there was no need to specifically bring a gift, it would still be a bit rude to show up empty-handed.
However, before he had time to think about what gift to bring, his eyes happened to glance at a nearby street corner, there was a familiar figure.
Flame-like, dazzling, scarlet-red long hair draped over her shoulders, the ends slightly curled. A coffee-colored short shirt paired with a dark gray uniform skirt, brown leather shoes on her feet, matched with cute white slouch socks, radiating youthful girlish energy.
"Kita?"
Probably because of the impulsive kiss she gave him before, secretly, and the fact that it was witnessed by Nijika and Ryou who were hiding in the closet, ever since returning from Hoori Town, this sunny-spirited girl always seemed a little guilty when facing him.
Though not to the point of deliberately avoiding him, there was always a sense of awkward reservation when talking to him.
"Uh... Kaito-kun?"
Maybe she was thinking about him too, because Kita happened to turn her head at that moment and locked eyes with him.
The girl looked pleasantly surprised at first, but then a hint of shyness flashed across her face. When she saw Miura Yumiko beside him, she looked a little puzzled.
She recognized Yumiko. The first time she went to the Paranormal Research Club, she had met her. They even got along fairly well in private. After all, both were normies and very outgoing, it was only natural for them to become friends.
But, the current situation...
'Miura-san, is she shopping privately with Kaito-kun?'
'Is this a club activity?'
Kita quickly had this thought in her mind but then denied it.
'If it is a club activity, Bocchi should be here too.'
'Normally, when a boy and a girl go out shopping alone together, that kind of situation should be called a "date," right?'
In Kita's mind, her cheating-cat radar began flashing rapidly, sounding the "tick-tock tick-tock" alarm.
No wonder she had this reaction.
Yumiko had done a good job keeping things secret. At school, she never got too close to Kaito. Although there was some contact, everyone knew they were in the same club, so their interactions seemed normal and didn't raise suspicion.
'Could it be... all of that was just a disguise?'
Seeing Kita's shocked expression, as if she had uncovered the truth, Yumiko panicked.
The reason she had tried to hide her relationship with the club president in the first place was to avoid hurting Bocchi if she found out.
But since Kita was Bocchi's friend, if she discovered the truth, it wouldn't take long for Bocchi to find out too.
Yumiko couldn't just sit back and let that happen. Her clever mind quickly came up with a suitable excuse.
"Kita-san, what a coincidence! I didn't expect to run into you here."
"Mm... because I live nearby," Kita hesitated for a moment before she couldn't help but ask, "Are you two... on a d-d-date or something?"
"That's right!"
Yumiko nodded boldly and smiled, "The club president is going to visit an elder tomorrow but doesn't know what gift to bring, so he dragged me along to help... I even turned down Yuki and the others' afternoon tea invitation for this!"
"Is that... so?", Kita half-believed, half-doubted. It didn't sound like there was anything suspicious, and Miura-san's demeanor seemed normal too.
'But for some reason, something just feels... off.'
"Of course," Miura Yumiko looked calm. What she said wasn't a lie, buying a gift was true, visiting an elder was also true. She just... omitted a few key details.
"Since we bumped into each other, how about you come along too, Kita-san?", After a brief pause, the blonde girl proactively suggested.
"Uhh...", Kita was a bit tempted, but after hesitating for a while, she sighed.
"Better not... I have to head home early, I really don't have time," Thinking about her strict and serious mom, the girl felt distressed.
Both of her parents were civil servants. Their family was actually quite well-off, but her mom had a meticulous personality, very traditional, believing that studying was the most important thing for students and had always opposed her being in a band.
In her mother's eyes, music was just an idle pastime, something to do occasionally to relax. If she wasted too much time on it, it was clearly a path of self-destruction.
That was completely opposite to Kita's dream. Her goal was to become a band member in the future, and she had always worked toward that.
Because of her mom's strong opposition, she never talked about band matters at home. Even when secretly practicing singing, she would hide inside cardboard boxes, trying not to make any noise.
It had been peaceful until recently, when her mom somehow found out about her involvement in the band and exploded. Fiercely scolding her, and forcing her to come straight home after school, not allowed to loiter outside.
Because of this, Kita didn't even have time to work part-time at the STARRY Studio. She was also forced to skip the band's regular practice sessions.
If it was just for a day or two, it might've been fine, but if she kept missing sessions for too long, even someone as gentle and understanding as Nijika-senpai would eventually have no choice but to find a new guitarist and vocalist to fill the void in the band.
"Ah... I can't delay anymore. If I'm late, Mom will definitely scold me again! Miura-san, Kaito-kun, goodbye! I'm heading home now~", Seeing that the curfew time was drawing near, Kita couldn't stay any longer. After hastily saying goodbye, she hurriedly left.
Watching the girl's figure fade into the distance, Kaito frowned slightly.
'No wonder Bocchi's been a little down lately... I thought it is just her usual social anxiety. Turns out the band's in trouble?'
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Chapter 123: Mrs. Miura: Am I Coming at a Bad Time?
"Isn't little Kita just adorable?"
A slightly teasing voice beside his ear interrupted Kaito's thoughts.
"She's already walked so far away, yet you still can't bear to look away By the way, I wouldn't mind if you ran after her right now, you know?"
'Then why are you still standing here?'
Snapping back to his senses, Kaito looked at the smirking Yumiko beside him and sighed, then unceremoniously flicked her forehead.
His control over strength was incredibly delicate, just enough to not really hurt but still make sure Yumiko remembered it.
