"Wait a minute!" Tamamo-no-Mae flapped her wings and followed, "What exactly are you going to do? Quickly take back to my original world..."
"Miss Tamamo-no-Mae, let take you to see my school."
"I am not going!"
"Then go find a trash can to rummage through by yourself."
"...Bastard, argh!"
The two crows flew one after the other, swiftly crossing the bustling Shinjuku Avenue.
Several streams of lemon-yellow sunlight spilled through the gaps in the cumulonimbus, illuminating buildings, roads, and trees, making them gleam brightly.
Fujiwara Reya flew to Shibuya, imdiately spotting the tall tree at the school entrance.
The nostalgic breath of youth wafts over, Tokyo’s wind blows as it always did, rushing through the skyscrapers. If you lift your face and listen closely, you could even catch the sound of trains coming in and out of Shibuya Station.
Fujiwara Reya landed on the tree.
"ow~"
A chubby orange tabby cat napping on the tree trunk was startled awake.
"Good day, sardine." Fujiwara Reya greeted with a smile.
The chubby orange tabby glared disdainfully at the crow, lazily yawning.
Tamamo-no-Mae landed and glanced at the orange tabby: "So fat!"
"ow!"
The chubby orange tabby angrily lunged forward.
The two crows took off, leaving it to miss and land with a sharp ow on the lawn.
"Sardine, what are you doing?"
A female student in black knee-high socks hurried over.
She is as beautiful as a fairy, with a long ponytail and clear, bright eyes, like a trainee sprite. But those eyes seem to carry sothing long accumulated, easily tired.
It was a kind of semi-conscious struggle, akin to a long-ill patient’s elusive yearning for the outside world.
Tamamo-no-Mae regarded her complexion, lanting: "Beauty has a short life."
"In our world, this would an being haunted by a ghost." Fujiwara Reya’s gaze landed on her straight, slender legs, feeling equally regretful, "Here, it’s probably long-term shadows in the heart, leading to ntal disturbance. I guess she’ll live until twenty-five, then commit suicide."
"Why twenty-five?"
"Look at her eyes, they clearly show a glimr of hope amidst despair, indicating she yearns for soone. This person’s existence will support her for a while, but in the end, it’s no match for heartache. At twenty-five, after she’s experienced so of life, she’ll have no more attachnt to this world..."
As the two crows conversed, the female teacher who had been confessed to earlier appeared gracefully among the students. Her upright posture, composed deanor, and radiant face made her instantly recognizable in a mixed crowd.
The teacher chatted with the unlucky beauty for a while, and their relationship seed very close. After the teacher left, soon, the boy who confessed also entered the school. It’s clear he’s familiar with the girl, shalessly calling her "Minister" with every breath.
"Scumbag!" Tamamo-no-Mae was utterly contemptuous.
"It’s fate to et; let’s help them a little before we leave." Fujiwara Reya laughed, looking at Tamamo-no-Mae, "Let take you to see the of this world."
"I’m not interested." Tamamo-no-Mae twisted her head and flew away.
"Hey, don’t wander around, don’t bla if you can’t go back..." Fujiwara Reya helplessly followed.
In the following period, they temporarily resided in this world in crow form. Most of their daily ti was spent perching on the wire sh of the school tennis court, watching the various activities of the students below. The most amusing thing was flying to the courtyard to eavesdrop on young couples chit-chatting.
Tamamo-no-Mae deed this life quite boring.
But Fujiwara Reya enjoyed it imnsely and often held her back from leaving. Whenever she was about to lose patience, Natsuki Kuri would appear, huddling with Fujiwara Reya in such a way that she increasingly adapted to Fujiwara Reya’s form.
There was also a Fujiwara Reya in this world, living in Asakusa Shrine.
Of course, he was just an ordinary person.
Academically successful, slightly mischievous in personality, and had a sowhat ambiguous relationship with the gentle and beautiful student council president. Tamamo-no-Mae saw more than once that after school, the president would pull him into the student council office and forcefully kiss him on the desk.
"How annoying!"
Fujiwara Reya was very upset.
Why, in his world, is there no gentle and kind on the surface but secretly a domineering black-haired, straight-haired student council president who rules him?
Ti quickly advanced to midsumr.
Tokyo continued with clear skies, dayti temperatures reaching thirty-five degrees, and nightti did not fall below twenty-five.
On a sunny weekend.
In a hotel suite, sounds invoking endless reverie ca through.
Natsuki Kuri lay on the bedsheet, Fujiwara Reya combed through her sweaty short hair with his fingers.
"Koriya~"
Her rosy face turned towards him.
Fujiwara Reya kissed her lips.
Natsuki Kuri was already exhausted, closing her eyes to let him continue kissing.
Her whole body, snow-white and delicate, beca pinkish and alluring, blooming like a flower before people.
After a while, Natsuki Kuri raised her hand to slap his back.
Fujiwara Reya’s fingertips gently parted the hair on her cheek, her smooth face, and her eyes seed to reflect the autumn water.
"I really wish to stay in this world forever." Natsuki Kuri smiled and said, "Then I can have Koriya all to myself."
Fujiwara Reya didn’t say anything, just kissing her forehead.
Looking at her again, those eyes once again turned golden...
Not just the change in her eyes.
Her short black hair beca long red hair, her ears turned into upturned fox ears, and under her buttocks, there was also a fluffy big tail.
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