The Outrageously Wealthy Shizuku Kitayama

"Hmm~ It tastes pretty good!"

Mahiro's face lit up with joy after he ate it.

His reaction completely exceeded Mayumi's expectations.

"Huh? Really?!"

She clearly used 95% pure dark chocolate, and after melting it, she added almost half a can of instant coffee powder, without adding a single drop of water or a single grain of sugar.

Unconvinced, Mayumi picked up a piece and, under Mahiro gaze, put it in her mouth.

"Ugh... it's so bitter!"

Mayumi's delicate features suddenly squeezed together.

"How could you do this, Mahiro- kun! You actually lied to me!"

"Haha! This is called reaping what you sow~"

Mahiro funny.

The taste when you first eat it is simply indescribable. The bitterness of the coffee itself, combined with the bitterness of the dark chocolate, almost multiplies the bitterness several times over, not to mention the burnt taste.

The fact that he can still laugh shows that his facial expression management is at a very high level.

However, Mayumi, still unconvinced, picked up another one and popped it into her mouth.

Then she got up from her seat, plopped down on his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, gave him a kiss, and forced the chocolate into his mouth.

As the bitter taste gradually spread in my mouth, a hint of girlish sweetness also emerged.

After a long while, Mayumi released him, her face slightly flushed, and glared at him, saying:

"This is your punishment for being unfaithful!"

"Yes, I accept the punishment."

As he spoke, he put one arm around Mayumi's slender waist, pulled her delicate body completely against his, and kissed her again.

This time, Mayumi gradually became immersed in that slightly bittersweet feeling.

But I felt a slightly cold touch on my neck.

Click.

The sudden sound startled Mayumi awake. After their lips parted, she discovered a necklace around her neck.

It's a pendant.

It is inlaid with emerald green gemstones, and the reflections inside the gemstones seem to flow slowly within them like the breath of life.

"This is...?"

"This is for you, do you like it?"

"Thanks."

Mayumi clutched the pendant on her chest, then took two more chocolates from the box, put them in her mouth, and once again offered them to her cherry lips.

The two kissed again.

Hmm, this taste... it's really bitter.

Chapter 107 The Inhumanity of Kitayama Shizuku

It has become weaker.

It did not originally belong to this world, nor did it come to this world voluntarily.

It is naturally attracted to strong spiritual energy fluctuations.

Ecstasy, sorrow, hatred, and desire. Through the spiritual fluctuations of longing, which can be renamed supplication, it "crosses the "wall" that sways only for a moment, and is dragged from the intangible world into the tangible world.

The impact of passing through the wall caused "it" to split into twelve parts, which then resided in the bodies of the humans who attracted "it".

It must continuously absorb spiritual particles to maintain its existence.

Because it slowly releases spiritual particles when it exists.

However, in this "tangible" world, it cannot absorb spiritual particles on its own; it must merge with a tangible object that can collect spiritual particles in order to replenish them.

By repeatedly using power in a state where it only possesses the subject, "it" loses the large amount of spiritual particles that it has stored up since coming to the "tangible world".

Not only that, it was also subjected to high-pressure Psions flow, and the parts that invaded the material dimension were greatly reduced and lost, and at that time it almost lost all Psions.

Psions are not essential for "its" existence, but without enough Psions, it is impossible to interfere with the material dimension.

It itself lacks advanced thinking ability.

They are called monsters by the world simply because they reflect and amplify the host's deepest thoughts or repressed impulses.

It lacks the ability to think; it merely possesses an instinct to continue existing.

Even so, its limited thinking ability allowed it to understand that now, the other eleven "it"s have died one after another and continue in their current weakened state, and the last "it" may dissipate.

We need to find a place to rest.

Find a place rich in spiritual particles.

For example, in the blood flowing through an unconscious body.

For example, there's the excellent basic magician who's still wandering aimlessly through the streets at this hour.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Call..."

Shizuku exhaled a puff of white mist as she strolled alone through the streets of Berkeley on the West Coast.

The pungent smell of car exhaust mixed with a faint, unpleasant odor of garbage lingered around her nose, causing her delicate brows to furrow slightly.

Although the west coast in February wasn't particularly cold, her figure-hugging long dress was somewhat out of season.

There's nothing we can do about it.

After all, she had escaped from a family banquet held at her boarding school.

As the daughter of the Kitayama Family, she was used to banquets and could handle them with ease, but this time was different.

At every banquet, there would be a guy who was so enthusiastic that he annoyed her, always running up to her side.

She had clearly expressed her refusal.

But every time, he would patiently come over and deliberately strike up a conversation.

For this reason, she secretly ran away from the banquet this time.

But then the question arises: where should we go next to kill some of this boring time?

"If Honoka and Miyuki were here... I'm starting to regret coming here to study abroad."

Shizuku sighed softly.

She would never show such a lonely expression in front of her friends.

But deep down, besides Miyuki and Honoka, she was actually looking forward to another figure.

He's handsome, sometimes acts a bit frivolous, and seems to take everything in stride, yet he's surprisingly reliable.

Like the person who spares no effort to help themselves win in the Nine Schools Competition...

Ever since their last phone call, when he said he wanted to come see her, Mahiro's image had been appearing in her mind more and more often.

I have a little bit of anticipation in my heart.

But I also have some hesitation.

After all, she knew very well that her best friend Honoka also liked Mahiro, and if she expressed her feelings, would it hurt Honoka?

Should...

No, it definitely will.

Thinking of this, the girl couldn't help but sigh softly again, then looked around.

Only now did she realize that the surroundings were somewhat unfamiliar.

Neon signs with English lettering are everywhere, and low-rise apartments built with brown-tiled roofs are scattered along both sides of the road.

These buildings, bearing the marks of time, stand in stark contrast to the rows of newly built high-rises in the distance.

There's something strange about it that I can't quite put my finger on.

It's like a dividing line between the past and the future.

Just then, a white, fluffy substance slowly drifted down in front of her.

Shizuku instinctively reached out her small hand to catch it, and a cool sensation immediately came from her palm, and the fluffy substance melted away.

"... It's snowing."

I looked up at the leaden-gray clouds overhead and saw snowflakes falling gently from the sky, gradually becoming denser.

It shimmered with tiny lights under the neon lights.

Shizuku instinctively hugged her arms tighter.

"What a blunder..."

She murmured to herself, her breath quickly dissipating into the air.

In reality, both her physical constitution and magical abilities made her immune to the cold, and her action was purely instinctive.

But just then, she suddenly sensed an unusual aura.

It wasn't the shivering from the cold, but a more primal, instinctive alertness.

She turned around abruptly, only to find that on the sparsely populated street, only her shadow was stretched long by the streetlights.

[Found it...]

[Finally found a place to stay...]

It was observing from the shadows.

Its weakened instincts made it more cautious.

The spiritual energy emanating from this girl was exceptionally pure, providing exactly the nourishment that "it" desperately needed.

But it also sensed danger—this seemingly frail girl possessed immense power, as terrifying as those undead bodies in Japan!

"Who's there?!"

The sound of the shizuku (a type of bird) was exceptionally clear in the snowy night.

There was no response.

The only sound was the faint rustling of snowflakes falling to the ground.

Shizuku's fingers unconsciously rested on the CAD on her wrist. Ever since the enhancement drug given to her by Mahiro, she found that her intuition seemed to have become more acute.

Just like now.

Although she couldn't see anything, she was certain that something was watching her.

It began to move slowly toward its target.

Although it is an intangible life form and cannot be observed with the naked eye, it remains vigilant.

Not to mention that it is still very weak and cannot act as swiftly as before, but it also knows that its opportunity has come!

"Come out!"

Shizuku's voice took on a stern tone, "I know you're there."

The moment she finished speaking, a chilling sensation suddenly swept over her from behind.

Shizuku almost instinctively activated her vibration magic, causing the air around her to boil and shatter the falling snowflakes.

Passersby on the opposite street were so frightened by this scene that they scattered and fled in panic.

However, Shizuku did not feel that her magic had hit anything, and the subtle chill did not dissipate.