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II: Lily of the Valley
Chapter 78: Uncomparable
The cat I always wanted to play become a creditor.

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Red was a bright and eye-catching color.

When Satoru took her to the faculty and staff dormitory, he had to walk through a staircase with rows of torii gates hidden among the lush vegetation.

The rustling wind and the crisp chirping of birds lingered in the ears, and the simple and vigorous green rushed towards. The higher you went up, the more intense the surrounding green was. The overwhelming green enveloped the two of them, and speckled sunlight fell on stone steps below their feet.

The rich shade of trees cut the area of the sky smaller and smaller. The sun's rays were filtered by the layers of branches and leaves. When they fall into this green, only golden strands were left like delicate silk threads.

Satoru's footsteps could not be far away. Although this man had long legs and long hands, his steps must be long, but now he seemed to have deliberately slowed down his steps.

Yayoi paused for a moment. When she looked up, what she saw was the sunshine above his head. Fine dust danced in the hazy light, and the speed of air flow seemed to have slowed down a lot.

She lowered her head and looked forward, keeping her sight level. In an instant, the vermilion of the torii pierced the simple and gentle green in her sight.

Summer had arrived, and the temperature in June was getting warmer as time went by. By July, the sound of cicadas in midsummer would be as endless as in previous years.

Yayoi thought about winter.

The ancient shrine was built on a mountain facing the sea. On the path leading to the shrine, there were ups and downs of stairs. Vermilion torii gates stand on both sides of the stairs, like a giant beast with its bloody mouth open. The stone lanterns under the torii gates were covered with thick moss.

On a snowy winter day, fine snowflakes rolled in the icy air. The vermilion torii gate was splashed with hot blood, and the dazzling red color spread on the snow on the steps.

The torii was red, the steps were red, the fire was also red, and the fire reflected the same gorgeous sky.

The black clouds were mixed with snow, and the gorgeous clouds were dyed black, making it a dense mass. New snowflakes fell down and melted into the hot blood.

More snowflakes fell, and the falling snow filled the entire sight.

The snowflakes fell into the eyes, melted into cold water drops, and slid into the frame along the ends of the eyes. The cold chill slightly awakened people's consciousness, and the vision was filled with white snow and the dimmed sky.

Some people say that when the pain reached the extreme, it wouldn’t hurt anymore. What would replace the pain would be a bone-chilling cold.

She blinked her eyes, and a hazy mist rippled in the air. Maybe it was snowing too hard, or it was dizziness caused by excessive blood loss. The only white in her vision was gray, and blurry color patches reflected on her on the retina.

She rolled her eyes again, and the broken vermilion torii came into view. It was red and stimulated people's vision.

The viscous liquid flowed on the pure white snow, and the scarlet color was as dazzling as the flower of sin.

There would be no more pain, no more coldness, and the wave of sleepiness brought her vision and consciousness into endless darkness.

So sleepy, so tired.

Ah, that's it.

Her thoughts were wandering in all directions, and walking was entirely based on instinct.

The result of walking without looking at the road and lowering her head was to bump into the person in front of her. The person she bumped into had extremely strong back muscles. The collision made her nose sore and painful.

Yayoi took a step back and touched her nose painfully.

"Hey, what are you thinking about?" Satoru stood on the steps, with his hands in his pockets, bent down, and the mottled light and shadow fell on his hair and clothes, "Do absorbed in your thoughts~"

Yayoi rubbed her sore nose, and the sore and painful feeling flooded into her nasal cavity like a tide.

"I thought of something from the past." Yayoi covered her nose, with a thick nasal sound in her voice.

After putting down the hand covering her nose, Satoru saw Yayoi's red nose, with a thin red tint on her fair skin.

The rustling wind rolled under the torii, and the mottled sunlight looked like gold foil that had been cut into pieces.

Satoru paused, tilted his head and looked at Yayoi in a daze for a while, then stretched out his hand to smooth her hair into a mess, "What are you thinking in your unintelligent head?"

Although this head was not very smart, he really wanted to know what other things were inside besides cats.

But—

He just couldn't figure out what was inside this little head?

So curious.

Yayoi puffed up her cheeks and told Satoru with a fierce face, "You must have been hated by many people."

When she was in junior high school in Saitama Prefecture, there were boys with excessive energy who liked to pull the hair of the girls they liked to attract their attention. Although this stupid method attracted the attention of the girls, but boys didn’t know much about loving beautiful girls for a while.

Girls who like beautiful hair would take care of their hair to make their hair look elegant and smooth. Girls who valued their beautiful hair did not like boys who make their hair messy at all.

Although a boy who pulled a girl’s hair may not necessarily like the girl, he would definitely not be liked by girls.

The clothes were flying in the wind, and the hem of the skirt was rising and falling.

Yayoi suddenly thought of her good friend Misako, who was wearing a ponytail and a school uniform and jumping around like a deer.

"This kind of young man is super naive." Misako stood on tiptoes and spun around in a circle, her black ponytail swinging out in a beautiful arc, "Yayoi, don't be fooled by naive men."

White birds fluttered across the school sky. The girl below had a smile as bright as a flower, and the delicate hairpin in her hair reflected the clear sunlight.

Satoru was no longer a boy. The tall 28-year-old teacher was an adult man who still retained the childish nature of a boy.

Satoru stopped playing with Yayoi's hair, pouted, stood up straight, and said confidently, "I'm not disliked."

"Who hates me?" Satoru raised his head slightly, like a proud big cat, "How can I be hated when I am the strongest?"

Stand up and tell him, and promise not to beat him to death.

Yayoi: "..."

Did being the strongest have anything to do with being hated? These were two different things.

Yayoi's red hair was messed up by Satoru, and she simply pulled off the hair tie that bound her hair. The unbound hair seemed to spill down, and it fell down along her shoulders to his waist.

Satoru paused, turned around, and smoothed Yayoi's hair into a mess.

Yayoi stood on the steps holding herself against the mess, with a confused look on her face. Fragments of light and shadow flowed on the delicate veins of the green leaves, reflecting a thin layer of gold. Her amber eyes reflected the thin sunlight, as dumb as a cat.

The red hair stuck neatly to the fair skin on the face, complementing each other, making Yayoi's skin whiter and softer, and the color of her hair more gorgeous.

Yayoi held the hair tie in one hand and pulled up the hair that fell on the back of the neck with the other hand. The skin at the nape of the neck looked very white and soft, with tiny pores that were invisible. The hand holding the hair tie opened the five fingers and stretched the elastic hair tie.

Her hair was red, and so were her lips. The red hair fell close to her cheeks, her white jaws had a graceful arc, and the tail of her hair was swaying gently.

Satoru paused, feeling bad.

He raised his hand, rubbed the skin of his fingertips against the smooth red hair, hooked his fingers, and pulled the hair tie in Yayoi's hand.

Yayoi, who was robbed of her hair tie, looked up and blinked, "What did you do with my hair tie?"

Satoru raised his hand and gave her a gentle blow, "You really have no sense of crisis at all."

Obviously her five senses were so well developed and her intuition for predicting danger was comparable to that of a wild beast, but she was unexpectedly slow in some aspects.

"Why don't I have a sense of crisis?" Yayoi put down the hand holding her hair and let her red hair fall to her waist. "Give me the hair tie quickly."

The delicate hair tie was twirled on his fingertips several times. Satoru waved to Yayoi and motioned for her to come closer. Yayoi looked suspicious, but after thinking about it, she still raised her steps and walked over.

Satoru was already taller than Yayoi, and now he was standing on the stone steps, one step higher. Looking down, he could see the hair whorl on Yayoi's head.

"Turn around." Satoru said again.

Yayoi: ???

Yayoi tilted her head, and a strand of red hair fell against her cheek and fell to her shoulder, "What on earth do you want to do?"

"Turn around~" Satoru said in a long voice, as if he was coquettishly speaking.

Yayoi turned around obediently.

Satoru stretched out his hand and ran his fingers through the beautiful hair. The red hair fell from between his fingers. After all the hair was pulled up, the exposed neck had a graceful arc and fair skin.

Satoru paused, feeling even worse.

His fingers flexibly moved through the hair, and he used the hair tie in his hand to wrap it around her hair a few times. After tying her hair into a low ponytail to cover her white nape, Satoru held onto Yayoi's shoulders to turn her back.

"I'm hungry." Satoru suddenly stretched out his hands, held her cheeks, and rubbed the skin on her face a few times, "Hurry up and go back to eat."

"The dining hall is in that direction." Yayoi said, "You're going the wrong way."

"It doesn't matter." Satoru rubbed her face again, "You cook it for me."

Yayoi: ???
I have never seen a cat that ordered people to work so confidently.

After the big white cat had finished purring on her face, he finally let go of her face and ran across the steps in two or three steps. The distance was suddenly widened.

"Hurry up, I'm very hungry~ I'm super hungry~"

*whoosh—*

The layers of leaves were tumbling in the wind, and the sun was pouring from the top of the head, filling the vermilion torii. Satoru, standing on the steps, waved to her from a distance, and his shouts were picked up by the wind and sent to her ears.

Yayoi blinked, picked up her steps, stepped on the steps, and ran towards Satoru standing on the steps.

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Yayoi's interview was successful.

But good news was always followed by bad news. On the first day she officially became Satoru's assistant teacher, Yayoi owed a huge debt.

Except for the student dormitories that have been renovated in recent years, the other buildings in the high school were ancient buildings with a long history. If placed anywhere, they could be classified as historical buildings. The materials used and construction methods were all traditional craft, and it did not make much difference to say it was a historical protected cultural relic.

Usually things like cultural relics were older and more valuable, and the repair costs were also astonishingly expensive. When Yayoi saw a bunch of zeros on the bill, her whole red hair was dumbfounded, and she stood there blankly like weathered and cracked plaster.

"Oh~" Satoru, the cat, looked over and sighed softly when he saw the large string of zeros.

Sorcerers were a high-risk profession, and they were also high-paying professions. Most sorcerers were not short of money. Because it was a high-risk profession, there was a risk of death anytime and anywhere during the work, so the salary for exorcising cursed spirits was also very high. It's impressive that this long string of zeros was really nothing to him, but it's a different story to Yayoi, who hadn't officially accepted the mission yet.

The salary of a high school teacher was no better than that of a sorcerer, and even selling three Yayois couldn't make up the money.

"What a big string of zeros, Yayoi." Gojo the Cat blinked, leaned over, and drawled a long tail.

The redhead's hand holding the bill trembled slightly. It was a big bunch of zeros. She couldn't afford to pay for it even if she sold herself QAQ

Satoru stretched out his hand with a smile and took the bill from her hand, "So you have to slowly work for others to pay off the debt~"

"The kind that's always available~" Satoru gave Yayoi a wink.

Yayoi: QAQ

"Why do I work for you to pay off my debt?"

After reacting, Yayoi felt that these words were inappropriate. What she destroyed was Yaga-san’s house where he kept his wool felt dolls, not Satoru's house where he kept his wool felt dolls.

Was the debt owed to the wrong person? Yayoi thought.

Could it be—

You actually opened the Jujutsu High?!

"Is the house yours?" redhead was shocked.jpg

It turned out that you were a very rich cat.

Yayoi looked at Satoru in shock.

"What are you thinking about?" Satoru put the bill in his pocket and flicked Yayoi's forehead. He also stroked Yayoi's red hair twice, making her hair a mess and sticking up everywhere. "I am the guarantor of you and Yuji. Of course, I will be responsible for the aftermath of the trouble you caused~"

The corner of Satoru's mouth raised in a very happy arc, and the big white cat bent down, his eyes were level with Yayoi's, and the distance was shortened to the point where each other's breath fell on each other's skin.

"So, Yayoi, you owe me money~ There are a lot of zeros on the bill~" Satoru said cheerfully, "From now on, you have to work for me."

Yayoi: "..."
The cat I always wanted to pet had become a creditor OO

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The overall layout of the teachers' dormitory was similar to that of the student dormitory, with smooth wooden floors, clean interior, beds, tables, floors, wardrobes, air conditioners, all the necessary things, as well as independent bathrooms and kitchens, and the door faces the floor-to-ceiling window.

The pale golden sunlight flowed on the smooth floor. Outside the window was the lush vegetation. Looking into the distance, the ancient eight-story pagoda and the black roof hidden in the lush green could be seen.

Satoru lived next door to Yayoi's dormitory, and they could get together by opening the floor-to-ceiling windows of their rooms.

Furniture was available, but daily necessities still need to be purchased, and kitchen utensils were naturally not available.

"It doesn't matter, I have everything I should have in my room, and I have everything I shouldn't have in my room~" Satoru said with a soft ending, "You can use mine, like shampoo and shower gel~ I'm afraid of the dark at night, we can sleep together~"

Yayoi: "..."

Was she being tricked?

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· Genuine translation can be found only in OchatimesBlogspotCom, FanFictionNet, and Wattpad

• Omake •

#Gojo Meow feeding daily routine:

Gojo the Cat: Yayoi, I’m hungry~

Redhead: Okay, I’m going to make cat food.

Gojo the Cat: Yayoi, I’m so tired~

Redhead: Okay, lie down and let me pet you off.

Gojo the Cat: Yayoi, I’m so sleepy, come and sleep~

Redhead: Okay... you are a mature cat. You have to learn to sleep as a cat by yourself.

Gojo the Cat: I don’t want it, I’m afraid of the dark, I don’t want to sleep alone~ *sob* *sob* *sob*


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