The Venerable One, Reincarnator Extraordinaire, has lived through all. Nine lives showed him many shades of life; he was a Hero once and Demon Lord in another; again a Heavenly Beast and a Time Manipulating Vampire in another. Finally, a Cultivator...
The day's filming ended smoothly. I hung around Mem-Cho during that time, which was sure to arouse questions from the fans. Why did we not interact at all, and actively avoided each other, and now everything seemed to be fine?
I didn't really care about what they would think. Sometimes vague storylines are more popular; the viewers can have their fun making theories.
To begin with, I told Mem to stay away so that I could approach the other girls without them being defensive that I was with Mem-Cho already. However, now that I had approached Mai-senpai anyway, and had no plan to intervene in Akane's canon event, I didn't have to force myself to not be around my favorite half-devil girl.
Soon, the shooting ended, and we were allowed permission to roam anywhere. My first thought was to fly back to Mt. Fuji, but I was distracted.
There's a town down the hill, it's a ten-minute walk, and the kids wanted to go there to eat yakiniku. I wanted to make a dip for it anyway — I had work to do and hanging out with kids wasn't fun — but I couldn't when Mem-Cho yanked me away.
Why must I, the venerable one, be burdened by the little hurdles of life?
"How did things turn out like this?" I reminisced as I was pulled up to sit on the bed by two soft arms.
"Don't be dramatic, kiddo. You should learn to interact with people more." Mem was in this room to drag me out, enjoying the fun of the moment as I eyed her.
'Kid', she said. How funny. I spent a moment checking her out. Pretty girls have it easy because I'd have shown anyone else who's the "kid".
Mem-Cho had replaced her previous outfit with a kimono now; colored blue with white flowers printed on it, it was a unique style thanks to its missing shoulders, and also bold since it only went down until her upper thighs. She looked lovely; hard to resist.
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Why does she look cuter these days?
"Listen," she suddenly put a hand under my ear, leaning over and whispering. "You better not run away again; come eat with me, and then teach me a spell you promised to teach me!"
When she whispered into my ears in a threatening tone, I suddenly knew why.
It's a thirst trap.
Unreal.
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We reached the town in no time, finding a restaurant for us to eat in. It was kind of late, but as a tourist spot, most shops were open even now.
Our group sat around at a table together to eat yakiniku, everyone's appetites whet and mouths watering at the sight of the delicious food before them. Even I felt attracted.
