After taking a bath, Rita felt utterly miserable... She simply could not believe that this was something her little pet, Mashiro Shiina, would do.
Yet as she watched Mashiro blankly follow beside her again, Rita could not make sense of her at all.
After drying Mashiro Shiina's body, Rita handed her all the clothes she needed to wear, then quickly changed into her own clothes as well.
Once they had finished breakfast, Rita found an umbrella in the room and handed it to Mashiro, then got on her bicycle and had Mashiro sit properly behind her... one hand gripping Rita's clothes, the other holding the umbrella.
With Rita's strength, they would not have gotten wet even without an umbrella. Besides, the rain was not particularly heavy right now. Still, they had to keep up appearances.
Raindrops pattered down. Mashiro Shiina sat on the bicycle's rear seat, one hand holding Rita's clothes and the other holding the umbrella, her beautiful eyes watching the pedestrians in the rain around them.
As Rita pedaled, even the roughest roads did not take much effort. Her long, beautiful legs, clad in white thigh-high stockings, pressed the pedals. To avoid exposing herself, the short skirt of her sailor uniform was tucked between her legs.
As Rita rode at an unhurried pace and had just crossed an intersection, a white figure suddenly flashed past her eyes.
It was roughly the size of an ordinary cat, but it moved at an inhuman speed and carried the demonic aura unique to yokai.
"A yokai?"
Rita had traveled this road back and forth dozens, perhaps hundreds of times. This was the first time she had encountered a yokai—and on a rainy day, no less.
Rita squeezed the brakes, and the bicycle came to a stop by the roadside.
"Rita?"
Clearly,