“No.” Kimura Momo shook her head: “You are my subject of observation. How you deal with danger and emergencies is also included in the observation.”

Shirakawa Natsu felt a strange sense of displeasure when she saw the otherworldly expression on her face.

Calculating the duration of the stamina potion, there are still eight hours left. Isn’t that a coincidence?

“Ms. Zaonv, let’s go to a love hotel,” Shirakawa Natsumi said with a smile. “I want to try something new.”

“Okay.” Kimura Momo nodded.

Shirakawa Natsumi pouted. He had already figured out the behavior of the algae woman, which was much more difficult to understand than human women.

This stunning fox spirit is much easier to understand; she doesn’t have the rich emotions of humans, or perhaps the emotions of animals and humans are different.

There’s definitely no element of love involved, just like pets don’t become lovers with their owners.

But her body is human, and her body’s natural reactions are the same as humans’. For example, animals’ reproductive behavior is purely for the purpose of producing offspring.

The human body experiences excitement, happiness, and various positive emotions due to the release of dopamine and other hormones by the brain.

In Zaonv’s mind, there is nothing shameful about adult matters, and they are comfortable, so she never refuses Shirakawa Natsu’s requests.

Shirakawa Natsu stood there, waiting for Kimura Momo to cast a spell and take him away. Then he watched her walk to the car, open the driver’s side door, get in, roll down the window, and ask him, “Mr. Natsu, is there any other problem?”

“Uh, no.” Shirakawa Natsumi sat in the passenger seat: “I thought Ms. Zaono would use a more unusual mode of transportation.”

“It seems Mr. Xia has some misunderstanding about yokai.” Kimura Momo started the car and patiently explained, “Humans want to understand everything in this world, and they will try to explain the unknown things that they cannot understand in their own way. Just like attributing thunder and rain to the control of gods, yokai are also the result of interpreting objective facts that they cannot understand in accordance with their own cognition.”

As the car drove through the city, Kimura Momo explained knowledge about yokai (supernatural beings) while controlling the steering wheel.

“Monsters are just creatures with a different physical structure than humans; they are not the gods of legend, nor do they possess those mysterious and magical abilities.”

Shirakawa Natsu felt she had gained yet another piece of useless knowledge, but couldn’t help asking out of curiosity, “So, yokai only have one ability?”

“I don’t know.” Kimura Momo shook her head: “The wonder of nature is that there will always be discoveries that overturn our understanding. I can influence people’s five senses to a certain extent, and the degree and scope of influence will gradually increase as I get older.”

“But you can tell she’s human no matter how you look at her.” Shirakawa Natsu looked at Kimura Momo’s increasingly stunning face and sighed once again at the idea that beauty can be a curse.

“Mr. Xia, when did you start to feel that what you see is my true appearance?” Kimura Momo suddenly asked.

Shirakawa Natsu’s eyes narrowed, and she suddenly realized that her ability was to interfere with people’s five senses, so perhaps the person in front of her was actually a big fox.

And what he had been holding, rushing, stroking, and gently biting was a fluffy big fox.

“Hmph.” Kimura Momo chuckled softly as she watched his face gradually turn pale. Then, her ears began to turn into inverted triangles, and her tail stretched out: “This is what I originally looked like.”

Shirakawa Natsu let out a long breath and reached out to touch her fluffy, triangular white ears.

The ears twitched twice, and they felt pretty good. I wonder if it would look too perverted if I put them on animal ears later.

One hand stroked the fluffy fox tail, while the other hand took out a phone. It was 8 p.m.

The message I sent to Nao Jingu has gone unanswered.

Shirakawa Natsu hesitated for a few seconds before dialing the number, only to be told that the phone was switched off.

“Sigh, Nao is really angry.” Shirakawa Natsu rubbed his head. Jingu Nao had gone home specifically to change clothes, but then suddenly said she had something to do and couldn’t go. He would be angry too.

But he had no choice at the moment; his phone was switched off and he couldn’t be reached. He could only go to the school to apologize tomorrow.

At the foot of Tokyo Tower, Nao Jingu held two tickets for the special exhibition hall in her hand. She sat in the lobby downstairs, looking towards the entrance, carefully watching the men and women entering one by one. Her long, straight legs in black stockings swayed happily back and forth.

A handsome young man walked by and struck up a conversation, saying, “Beautiful lady, are you alone?”

“I already have an appointment.” Jingu Nao smiled and showed off, waving two exhibition hall tickets in her hand.

The handsome young man shrugged and walked towards the ascending elevator.

Jingu Nao looked at the clock in the hall; it was already 8:30.

There is a public telephone in the corner of the lobby.

Jingu Nao glanced at him briefly before looking away: “Hehe, a good girl shouldn’t cause trouble for the person she likes. He must have been held up by something.”

She started humming a song again with a grin.

In the love hotel, Shirakawa Natsu looked out the window at the gray sky in the night, which seemed to press down even in the darkness.

“It’s going to rain soon.” Shirakawa Natsu drew the curtains. The room was brightly lit, as if it were a different world from the gloomy outside.

Kimura Momo let her long, silver-white hair fall naturally, and her silver-white tail, unrestrained by her trousers, swayed freely in the air.

A scene that looks like a dream.

“Mr. Xia, what do I need to do?” Zaonv unbuttoned her coat and placed it on the bedside, then reached for the buttons on her white shirt.

“Don’t take it off yet.” Shirakawa Natsu reached out to stop him, stepped forward, put his arm around Zaono’s waist, their bellies pressed together, and he lowered his head to kiss her lips.

Kimura Momo tilted her head slightly; she preferred a light nibble on her neck to a light kiss.

Shirakawa Natsu didn’t rush to bite; there were still seven hours left. He turned to look at the room.

There are naturally differences between couples’ hotels and regular hotels.

Besides the ambient lighting that creates a sense of ambiguity, there are various props placed on the bedside table and beside the bed.

The wardrobe also contains various disposable clothes, as well as a series of props such as belts, whips, and animal ears.

“Ms. Zaonv, would you like to try out human inventions in the adult world?” Shirakawa Natsu liked to hug her and call her “Ms.” to satisfy his inner desire to talk back to his teacher.

“Okay.” Kimura Momo nodded gently.

Shirakawa Natsu knew she wouldn’t refuse; the fox girl’s curiosity always led her to try anything new.

The props included a variety of disposable costumes and various animal ears.

With a real fox spirit by his side, he naturally wasn’t interested in these things.

Kimura Momo’s looks and temperament are already outstanding enough, so even ordinary outfit changes become unremarkable.

Shirakawa Natsu was overwhelmed by the choices and didn’t know which prop to pick.

“What is this?” Kimura Momo asked, picking up a thick red hemp rope.

“Binding.” After Shirakawa Natsu finished speaking, knowing that she didn’t understand, she continued to explain: “It’s to tie the other person’s body with ropes to completely restrict their ability to move, or to tie ropes inside their clothes to pursue a feeling of being restrained.”

Momo Kimura shook her head: “I can’t understand it.”

“I can’t understand it either.” Shirakawa Natsu shrugged, even though everyone’s XP system is different.

But he completely missed the point about the fun of tying people up with ropes.

“I want to try.” Kimura Momo handed the rope to Shirakawa Natsu.

“Uh.” Shirakawa Natsumi’s expression was strange. This fox girl’s facial expressions hadn’t changed much before. Could it be that she had misjudged the strategy point?

Momo Kimura gently shook her head: “I can’t imagine it, so I need to try it. It will help me understand human behavior.”

“Actually, this kind of thing might not help you understand humanity.” Shirakawa Natsu understood what Zaono meant.

The desire to try hemp rope was not driven by sexual attraction, but by interest—to understand human interests.

Shirakawa Natsu picked up the hemp rope, feeling its rough texture in her palm, and then looked at the delicate skin on the fox girl’s neck: “Let me search for a tutorial first.”

You only realize how little you know when you need it. What I thought would be a simple matter turned out to be much more difficult than I imagined.

Kimura Momo sat on the bed, and he held one of her bare feet in his hand, tying a rope around her ankle.

Then he pulled on the other end of the rope and swung it around.

The algae girl’s feet swayed like swings, following the movements of his hands.

The two looked at each other and saw doubt in each other’s eyes, let alone opening the door to a new world.

The current situation looks like something a fool would do.

The beautiful fox spirit was not in a hurry, letting him hold her small feet, tilting her head slightly, and looking at him with her eyes.

“Ahem.” Shirakawa Natsu coughed lightly twice, holding the rope in one hand and her phone in the other, continuing to review the tutorial.

The movies that came up in the search results didn’t have any detailed tutorials; they just showed the actors tying pretty rope flowers in a couple of moves.

But if it were him, he could only tie a knot that was impossible to untie.

Humans’ desires are not the same, and at this moment he found no pleasure whatsoever, only thinking that it would be better to just play with feet.

But since the fox spirit didn’t urge him, he couldn’t tell her to stop, so he had to use his phone to find a police tutorial on “How to tie up a criminal’s hands and feet to prevent escape after subduing him”.

With a detailed tutorial this time, it’s much simpler.

Following the instructions, Shirakawa Natsu brought the fox girl’s feet together, then used a hemp rope to rotate five times, tying a slipknot.

“That’s enough.” Shirakawa Natsu wiped the sweat from her forehead. She had been holding and fiddling with those two delicate feet for so long without finding any enjoyment to motivate her. She was quite tired.

The algae girl also looked at her own feet with curiosity, seemingly wondering why humans would be sexually interested in such things.

Her jade-like feet parted slightly, and the hemp rope immediately slid down her skin onto the bed.

“Impressive.” Shirakawa Natsu exclaimed, “Ms. Zaono, besides controlling people’s five senses, do you also have escape techniques?”

Zaonv gently shook her head: “It’s because Mr. Xia didn’t tie it tight enough.”

The already sparse romantic atmosphere in the couple’s room was now replaced by awkwardness.

“I’m sorry.” Shirakawa Natsu bowed deeply. “Teacher, please give me some time. I promise I won’t disappoint you next time.”

“Sure.” Zaonv’s voice was gentle and warm, like a teacher instructing a naughty student in class.

“I’ll find something simpler.” Shirakawa Natsu glanced at the prop box again.