I’m the cow, you’re the milkman [Bonus]

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Despite his doubts, Yuto pocketed the quirky card. After two 10-pulls, his status panel updated:

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[Host: Yuto Arai]

Current Craft Essences: [Mana Meter], [Motorcycle: BMW M1000RR], [Volumen Hydrargyrum], [Book of the False Attendant], [Clock Tower], [Extra Spicy Mapo Tofu], [Soft Compassion]

[Physique: Red Dragon Heart, Dual Heroic Spirit Physique Correction]

[Inherent Skills: [Blue, Red, Green: Anti-Evil Runes], [Trial Cut B+], [Eye of Karma A], [Flame EX], [Baptism Rite C], [Intuition A], [Mana Burst A], [Giant Beast Hunter A], [Protection from Arrows B], [Disengage C], [Projection Magic S], [Territory Creation A], [Ill Omen of the Modern Age], [Appreciation of Swords]

[Noble Phantasms: Sheath of the Mage: Invisible Air, Starlight Holy Sword: Excalibur, Tsumukari Muramasa]

[Stamina Fruits: Several]

[1 Saint Quartz, 4 Amulets, 2 Saint Quartz Fragment]

Special Craft Essences: [A Maiden's True Love], [Assimilation], [Power of Food], [Godslayer]

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A faint azure glow flickered at Yuto's fingertips. Spiritual energy felt akin to curse energy but leaned toward mental manipulation—perhaps linked to how onmyoji commands shikigami. Curse energy, by contrast, was raw and brutal, amplifying his physical strength and obliterating cursed spirits.

He'd been so absorbed in his gacha pulls that class ended without him noticing. Yuto stretched lazily, then slumped over his desk for a nap not from exhaustion, but sheer disinterest in the lesson. He slept until noon, only stirring when Utaha descended from upstairs to wake him.

It was Friday, and he had no plans with the girls. As students flocked to the cafeteria for lunch, Utaha seized the moment. She boldly pressed herself into his embrace, playfully tickling his chest with her silky hair.

"I brought two sets of those nurse uniforms you wanted to see," she whispered, her soft voice teasing his ear.

Yuto's drowsiness evaporated. His gaze locked onto her wine-red eyes, blazing with anticipation. "I want to see them now."

"Hehe," Utaha giggled, her tone dripping with charm. "During lunch break, the sports warehouse is deserted. Follow me."

With her invitation so blatant, how could Yuto resist?

They hurried to the quiet sports warehouse.

Projection: Begin.

His projection magic made it effortless. A perfectly fitted key materialized in the lock, and with a click, the door swung open.

The school's sports warehouse was massive, stuffed with equipment. But the trampoline mat in the center, stole the spotlight. Holding Utaha's warm, delicate hand, Yuto led her to it.

With a faint smile, she pulled out a pale pink and a pure white nurse uniform from her bag. Who'd have thought the prim, quiet third-year senpai carried not textbooks but tantalizing costumes?

Utaha gathered her black hair with her left hand, revealing her slender neck. Then, with a slight tremble, she unbuttoned her shirt, letting it slip off to expose her smooth, snow-white shoulders.

In the next instant, the quiet afternoon in the deserted warehouse echoed with sounds that would make anyone blush.

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The 'battle' concluded.

Utaha redressed, pulling on her pantyhose and clothes, her delicate hands fumbling shyly with the buttons of her white shirt. She bowed her head, bashful as a water lily at night. Recalling their closeness, her cheeks burned and her body felt hot.

"Yuto-kun, sometimes you're like a child."

"Oh? How so?"

He bent to tie his shoelaces, loosened from their exertion, but Utaha knelt halfway, casting him a flirtatious glance.

"Because only kids love drinking milk."

"Calling yourself a cow isn't very nice, is it?"

"Hmph, if I'm the cow, you're the milkman."

She rolled her eyes, grabbing a towel to wipe the damp spots on the trampoline.

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Time slipped away like flowing water. School ended, and the setting sun cast mottled shadows through the cherry blossom trees at the gate. Utaha, with her small backpack, bid Yuto farewell. Tomorrow was the weekend, but she had to meet her editor about book illustrations, reluctantly sacrificing time with her boyfriend.

Yuto watched her graceful and curvaceous figure vanish around the corner, then turned and headed the opposite way.

He took the subway to bustling Shibuya, a hub of fashion teeming with trendy youth. The streets were packed, waiting at a crosswalk meant standing shoulder-to-shoulder with crowds. In his school uniform, with his striking looks and Knight King's aura, Yuto drew admiring glances from women, including bold Shibuya gals tossing him flirty offers and mature onee-sans.

Before he could take another step, an energetic voice rang out behind him.

"Yuto-kun, I'm over here!!"

Marin Kitagawa waved enthusiastically, bounding toward him like an eager golden retriever. Her waist-length blonde hair, tipped with coral pink, was styled in an ear-exposing side part, a black choker circling her fair, slender neck.

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