My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten

The mist clung to the pier, thick and all encompassing.

It also felt heavy, making the air cold and damp against everyone's skin. Their clothes grew moist, sticking slightly from the mist.

Fortunately, both his and Lucy's robes were made from high-quality material, enchanted to maintain a steady temperature, so they barely noticed it.

Still, there were things the mist made difficult.

No matter how hard her tried to see through it, the mist wouldn't budge, twisting and curling like it had a mind of its own.

He even looked up, only to be met with more mist.

They were definitely still in the river, which left him wondering—how were they supposed to get out of this place?

This made him instinctively look to Hisame for answers , but her new demeanor sent his thoughts astray for a moment.

She no longer carried herself like a noble maiden but like someone who grew up on the streets

The way she could switch personas so easily was both impressive and unsettling. It made him wonder—which one was the real her?

Sensing his gaze, Hisame looked up, her new, shorter height making the motion more noticeable.

"Don't tell me you like this younger version of me? Are you that kind of man? The type that likes cute little girls? You want to pet me ?"

Asher was caught off guard, his brows twitching slightly.

Before he could clear his name, he noticed Lucy eyeing him too, her gaze scrutinizing—like she was actually considering the possibility.

He exhaled through his nose and moved to pinch the bridge of his nose, only to remember he was wearing a mask. So, he simply cracked his fingers.

'Of all the things to joke about…' He controlled his breathing—if he showed any reaction, Hisame would only be encouraged to keep playing her pranks.

"Quit messing around," he scolded.

She just giggled, but there was a glint of satisfaction in her eyes.

Asher chose not to speak anymore, letting the conversation die on it's own.

The awkward silence stretched between them, filled only by the distant murmur of the other people.

Then, as if marking the end of their path, a towering red torii gate emerged from the fog ahead.

There was nothing particularly eye-catching about the gate, aside from it being taller than the other buildings on the pier.

Just another torii marking a threshold.

But the moment they stepped through, the world shifted.

It was like stepping through a cascading veil of water—but not a single drop touched their clothes.

And what greeted them was the true capital.

Wooden cobalt pathways stretched before them, bathed in the warm glow of lanterns that floated freely, bobbing like fireflies in the night air.

On both sides of the street stood wooden structures, reminiscent of ancient Eastern empires from thousands of years ago.

Their sloping roofs and intricate designs made one think that it was perfect for a dramatic shinobi rooftop chase.

As if the buildings were just waiting for someone to start leaping across them.

Asher took in the architecture of the place.

But aside from looking newer and having more floors, the theme was almost identical to Hisame's territory.

They really loved their eastern heritage, and it showed.

Even in the smallest details—painted shoji screens depicting mist-covered mountains, stone lanterns lining the path, and the subtle way the streets curved instead of running straight.

It was as if the city had grown organically, shaped by time and the will of those who lived here.

Fortunately, despite the maze-like streets, they had no trouble knowing where they were headed

Why?

Because if they couldn't spot the tallest structure—a massive 30-floor pagoda—they might as well be walking around with their eyes closed.

It was so huge, it made the one in Hisame territory look like a practice model.

He felt the urge to fly straight there, to cut through the air and the winding streets, but now wasn't the time to be impulsive.

Revenge was best served cold, after all, so keeping his true power and identity under wraps was in his best interest.

On the other hand, Lucy barely spared a glance at the buildings.

She was more focused on the beings that moved through the streets.

Unlike demons, who at least stuck to a theme based on their bloodline, yokai seemed to follow the logic of a self proclaimed artist with too much time to kill.

They didn't conform to a single form—if anything, they were too random.

She watched as a carriage rolled past, its semi organic surface stretching into the shape of a human face, its mouth moving in silent conversation with the driver who has a lantern for a head .

And that wasn't all.

A giant teapot lumbered down the street, steam rising from its spout as its lid lifted like a yawning mouth.

Nearby, a long strip of silk drifted through the air as if carried by an invisible breeze, and every time it passed, a soft giggle echoed—light, playful, and unsettling.

If she was being completely honest, most of them didn't even look like monsters.

They looked like everyday objects that simply decided to come to life—some out of curiosity, others out of mischief.

There were plenty of humans too—and they looked much better here

Some even chatted and joked with the yokai like it was the most normal thing in the world, which was kind of weird considering the setting.

She took a step forward, still taking in the bizzare beings around her, when a shadow loomed ahead.

A group of rough-looking yokai moved as one, stepping forward to block their path.

At the center stood a massive figure—red-skinned, barrel-chested, and glaring down at them with beady, arrogant eyes.

His oversized arms were bound by thick ropes, as if he'd been tied at some point.

Beside him, yokai of all shapes and sizes lingered.

Some were small, hunched creatures with twisted faces and elongated fingers.

Others were bizarre hybrids of objects and animals.

The red-skinned brute cracked his knuckles, and the sound was like boulders grinding together.

"This is the first time I've seen your faces here," it rumbled, its voice deep enough to shake the air.

Hisame stepped forward "What do you want?"

The red-skinned brute scoffed, crossing his thick arms over his chest.

"I'm not talking to you, little girl," he sneered, his deep voice dripping with condescension. "Shut your mouth and let the adults do the talking."

A few of his lackeys chuckled, unaware they were practically digging their own graves.

But who could blame them?

No one would expect one of the generals to be strolling around in the body of a young girl.

Hisame tilted her head, a slow smile curling on her lips.

She didn't look angry. If anything, she looked amused—like a cat watching a mouse that had no idea it was already caught. Read latest stories on My Virtual Library Empire

Asher noticed the slight twitch in her fingers but refused to say anything.

Then, just as he expected her to lash out—she did the opposite.

She darted behind him, clutching his sleeve like a frightened child.

"Big brother, they're bullying me," she whined, her voice soft and trembling.

Silence.

Asher had no idea what to do. Hisame was supposed to be their guide—so what the hell was happening?

He gave his arm a small tug, trying to shake her off, but she clung tighter, her grip like iron.

Then, to his absolute surprised, she started crying.

"Big bro, help me!" she wailed, her voice quivering. "They're gonna do lewd things to me!. They're going to violate me!"

The entire street went silent. Yokai passing by slowed to a stop, their attention snapping toward the commotion.

Hisame jabbed a finger at the red-skinned brute, eyes wide with exaggerated fear. "Look at his face! That's the face of a pervert!"

The thug's expression twisted. "The hell did you just say? Do you really want me to discipline you ?""

Whispers spread through the watching crowd. Some onlookers muttered disapprovingly, others snickered behind their sleeves.

A few even took a cautious step back, not wanting to get involved.

Asher sighed, pressing his fingers against the top area of his golden mask.

Her pranks were getting annoying, but he didn't want to escalate the issue, so he just waved the group off.

"Get lost now while I'm still asking nicely,"

The thugs didn't move. Instead, the red-skinned brute let out a scoff, cracking his knuckles.

"Tch. Acting tough in front of a crowd, huh? Listen, I don't know who you think you are, but this is my territory. If you want to pass, you need to pay."

Asher met the red-skinned angry glare head-on. .

"How much is it? I'll pay—just take the money and go away."

The red Yokai's lips curled into a smile—though, with a face like his, "smile" was being generous.

Scratch that. It wasn't a grin, either. If anything, it looked like his face was trying to escape his skull but got stuck halfway.

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Authors Note.

I'm in the hospital since yesterday, so I'll be uploading one chapter at a time until I'm back home.

Don't worry, I'm not sick. I just had to take care of my newborn.