Type Moon World, this moon is really wild

They can be seen as the same person in essence, yet they are different.

When Yinglin heard her say she was going to demonstrate, she couldn't help but roll her eyes at her.

Seeing his expression, Ibuki-dōji replied seriously.

"Oh dear, it wasn't my sister who did that. It's just that Shuten-dōji likes it. It has nothing to do with me~"

"Yes, I believe it."

"It's so wonderful to be trusted so much by my beloved younger brother. I'm so happy!"

Ibuki-dōji seemed oblivious to Kagerin's teasing and took it seriously. Without hesitation, she flew over, grabbed the stiff-smiling Kagerin, and vigorously rubbed his head.

It’s over.

Is this the legendary natural way to counter a cunning and scheming person?

No, it's just that Ibuki likes to do it!

After hugging Yinglin for quite a while, the blue-haired older sister reluctantly let go of him.

The movements shouldn't be too large, lest they injure his body.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ibaraki decisively looked up, and her blood-red pupils reflected a figure she had never expected.

It looks similar to Shuten-dōji.

No, what do you mean by "almost"?

At 1.8 meters tall, she not only has long legs, but her body proportions are also quite exaggerated, no less than Tamamo-no-Mae.

This is no Shuten-dōji at all.

It's clearly Ibuki.

She actually came.

Ibaraki-dōji recalled Shuten-dōji's many complaints about Ibuki and subconsciously disliked the woman.

Fortunately, Shuten-dōji hasn't arrived yet.

If it's her, then all my efforts will have been in vain.

After a long while, she closed her eyes.

The expected pain did not occur.

On the contrary, a strange magic flowed in her stomach, subconsciously uniting with her.

It feels even more comfortable now...

It was at this moment that Ibaraki-dōji stared in disbelief at the boy in front of him.

I've actually become stronger?

Ibaraki is truly incomprehensible; I can only continue trying.

However, at this point, they were to begin another kind of ritual.

Ibaraki obediently knelt on the other side, gazing towards Shuten's room.

The expression on Shuten's face, as she leaned against the window, could almost be described as ferocious.

These are all mine.

No.

Damn it, Ibuki, what are you doing here!

No, I should be begging her now.

Just like yesterday, control my body!

Unable to break down the wooden door, Shuten-dōji could only look enviously at the modified bed.

Ibaraki's expression was no longer serious; it only showed the joy of gradually getting used to things and the release of his inner emotions.

"Lord...Master."

This is how Ibaraki-dōji addressed Kagerin from the bottom of her heart; her delicate yet feignedly strong voice proved that she had completely submitted.

Shuten-dōji?

I've forgotten so much.

……

Today was arguably the most absurd day ever.

Shuten-dōji could only watch.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu could only practice swordsmanship.

But you, alone, have commanded three spirits and gods, and have never been at a disadvantage.

Enjoying the softness and gentleness covering her face, Yinglin opened her eyes and glanced at the sweet smile on the pink-haired girl's lips.

How can you still feel happy when something is so absurd?

No, Yinglin remembered.

Taking advantage of his inattention, Tamamo-no-Mae casually asked him a few questions.

"How about...give it a try?"

The heat from her breath on his ear eroded Ying Lin's consciousness, and the alluring body pressed against him made him respond subconsciously.

"can."

Her delicate feet were clad in snow-white stockings that were clearly out of step with the times. Her pink soles gently touched the boy's face. Even with support, Tamamo-no-Mae pressed her hands to the ground, seemingly afraid of falling.

Tamamo-no-Mae, who was trying this for the first time, was nervous but also very happy, and the slight depression in her heart disappeared.

It is essential that you do not leave me.

There are so many people, but I don't really like them either.

If you're willing to play games with me, then the helplessness in my heart will turn into happiness.

The pink hair subtly transformed into a noble gold.

Her face, which appears to be developing in the direction of the main god, is so red that it seems to be dripping blood, but it symbolizes that she has never disappeared.

Yinglin felt no shame when she thought about this experience.

I've already done it with Sakura.

It's worth it to make Tamamo-no-Mae, who is so tolerant of me, happy.

Moreover, because of this bold attempt, she fully revealed... an even more charming and beautiful demeanor.

She tried hard to maintain her haughty demeanor, yet had no choice but to reveal her true feelings.

Indeed, very attractive.

Will there be another opportunity like this in the future?

Tamamo-no-Mae asked softly, inexplicably finding herself liking this feeling.

I'm afraid of losing it all.

"Of course, but not too often."

Coming here every now and then is fine.

If there are more... that's not necessarily a bad thing.

But I also need to save face!

"Hmm~"

After getting the answer she wanted, Tamamo-no-Mae hugged Yinglin for a while longer, and only let go after she had absorbed most of it.

"Why don't you go check on Shuten-dōji? I have a feeling she might be malfunctioning?"

"Probably not."

Yinglin thought that Shuten-dōji wouldn't be that fragile. Then he looked at Ibuki and Ibaraki-dōji and saw that they had fallen into a deep sleep because of exhaustion, and were pressing his legs with their jade feet. He gently removed them.

Freed from his restraints, Yinglin headed towards Shuten's room.

Before even entering, you can already smell a pleasant fragrance in the air.

It would be difficult for a normal person to guess what this is.

But Yinglin, a veteran of countless battles, knew very well that this was a fragrance possessed only by life forms that had acquired magical or divine power.

It seems unbelievable, but when a living being possesses a large amount of magic power, its body will automatically transform itself.

Unless, of course, you insist on making it all dirty.

Yinglin hesitated for a moment. He hadn’t expected that just looking at her would put so much pressure on Shuten. He pushed open the wooden door with a worried look and saw a purple-haired female ghost kneeling under the window with a dazed look in her eyes.

"I want it too! You...you can't treat me like this!"

Her voice was filled with pain and despair, her fingertips were stained with sticky water, and she looked helpless and miserable.

Chapter Thirty-Three: Shuten-dōji's Utter Failure ( )

"No, you're that weak?"

At that moment, Ying Lin almost thought he had some kind of cloud-like substance on him that was so attractive.

Upon hearing Ying Lin's voice, Shuten-dōji's beautiful eyes flashed with a man-eating green light as she gazed at the boy in front of her.

"me……"

Shuten-dōji made a difficult sound, raised his arm, and hung stiffly in mid-air.

Seeing how pitiful she was, even Yinglin felt a pang of sympathy for her.

In the end, she's just a strong-willed little brat. If there's anything wrong with her, it's her unrealistic fantasies—always wanting to be the master.

Just as Yinglin reached out, Shuten-dōji rushed over like a ghost, immediately wrapped his arms around his waist, greedily wiped his dirty little hands on his clean white clothes, and choked back a sob.

"Waaah, Dad... Dad... don't leave me! I've realized that once I lose you, I can't go on living. It's as if my life has no hope at all, shrouded in endless darkness, and the biting cold wind makes me so irritated that I can't even think."

The girl pitifully wiped away her tears; her beautiful appearance had lost its previous smugness, leaving only a pitiful look in her eyes.

The thin fabric gently covered the girl's delicate body; with just a little force, it could tear away her fragile protective layer, leaving her no choice but to burrow into a warm embrace.

The fabric was sparse, revealing large areas of snow-white skin while covering the vital parts. The veiled outfit exuded a seductive charm, and the water stains on her body made her look like a pitiful girl who had wandered the streets and been soaked by the rain.

If no one had offered help, she might have died in the cold night.

Ying Lin's lips twitched. If he didn't understand Shuten's personality, he probably would have been fooled by her pitiful appearance long ago.

Since you enjoy playing this game so much, I can't expose you.

"Alright, alright, Shuten-dōji, it's all over now."

His palm gently patted the girl's smooth back, the skillful yet restrained force causing Shuten-dōji, who was enjoying the boyish atmosphere, to let out a soft hum.

She had only ever seen such a gentle demeanor on Tamamo-no-Mae.

Sure enough, I fooled him.

Where no one was watching, Shuten slightly raised his head, looked outside, and gently curled the corners of his mouth, as if he were trying to sow discord among those wretched foxes.

Just wait, my charm is something you can never match!

However, Tamamo-no-Mae completely ignored Shuten-dōji.

This idiot wears his mind on his sleeve; anyone could see it.

"If you keep crying, you won't look good."

"Hmm..." Shuten responded softly, then asked cautiously.

"Master~ I, I am so weak right now, could you please help me... wash my body?"

Shuten looked down and saw that her long, rounded legs, which were completely disproportionate to her size, were covered in water stains.

"That's right, you're crying like this, so let me help you."