Chapter 468: Jashin-chan Wants to Stick a Green Onion up Yurine's Butt!
On the day Yurine started school, the infrastructure work on the island officially began.
The demons who came were not the same batch that built the ranch last time; they were replaced by a new construction team.
The original construction team was said to have already taken on other jobs and couldn't squeeze out any schedule time.
In addition—
Some demons from the "Matsuya" group were quite curious about the current human world and wanted to come see it for themselves.
Incidentally, they wanted to see if they could mooch a meal off Ryohei.
After all, the previous batch of colleagues had praised Ryohei's all-beef feast to the heavens!
Plus, during the previous Demon World festival, Ryohei had helped their "Matsuya Group" improve their recipes, snatching customers back from "Yoshinoya"—
They were extremely curious and full of anticipation for Ryohei's culinary skills!
"Then just like last time, when the project is finished, I'll personally cook to entertain this construction team of yours?"
Ryohei rested one hand on his waist, looking at Minos who was discussing it with him, and spoke readily.
"Mn." Minos nodded lightly, keeping her hands behind her back, a smile in her eyes: "I won't charge you for their meals."
"How could I charge you for meals?"
Ryohei wore an expression of 'you must be joking', pinched his chin, thought for a moment, and said: "Let's do the all-beef feast this time too."
"Really!"
Hearing this, Minos's beautiful eyes lit up, instantly becoming excited; this perfectly hit her preferences!
"Mn, really."
Ryohei answered affirmatively.
"Then it's settled!" Minos excitedly clenched her fist, gesturing to Ryohei.
Ryohei smiled, raised his hand, and bumped fists with her.
...
An afternoon a few days later.
Inside the Tokyo restaurant—
"Cough, cough."
Yurine made a fist, brought it to her mouth, lowered her head slightly, and coughed twice.
"You've been coughing ever since you got back from school. Did you catch a cold?"
Lucoa sat on a chair in the counter area, holding a newly bought fashion magazine, her beautiful legs wrapped in black tights crossed.
Hearing Yurine's cough, she turned her head and looked over with concern.
"Mn, seems a little bit."
Yurine frowned slightly, her voice carrying a bit of a nasal tone: "It might be because of the sudden cold snap these past two days; I accidentally caught a chill and got a cold."
"I boiled some brown sugar ginger tea for you."
At this time—
Ryohei walked out of the kitchen carrying a steaming bowl of brown sugar ginger tea.
When Yurine arrived at the restaurant, he noticed her coughing from time to time—so while preparing for business, he boiled a pot of brown sugar ginger tea.
"Arigato!"
Yurine stood up from behind the cash register in pleasant surprise, her heart warmed by Ryohei's action.
Ryohei smiled, turned to Lucoa, Pekola, Poporon, and the others, and said: "You guys can have some too; I boiled quite a bit."
"Those who haven't caught a cold can drink some to prevent it, warm your stomachs, and boost your immunity a bit."
"Okay—!"
Lucoa, Pekola, Poporon, and the others responded cheerfully.
While they were talking, Jashin-chan had already nimbly taken bowls to scoop out the brown sugar ginger tea from the clay pot, placing them one by one on the counter.
Lucoa and the others each took a bowl.
Ryohei also walked over, took a bowl, and started drinking.
"Speaking of colds..."
Jashin-chan took a sip of the brown sugar ginger tea. As if thinking of something, a mischievous, wicked smile curled up on her face: "I saw a very interesting method online before..."
She put down her bowl, turned around, fetched a vibrant green onion from the kitchen, and walked out gleefully, her face full of the excitement of a troublemaker.
The moment she picked up the green onion, Ryohei's expression couldn't help but turn strange.
...A green onion? Jashin-chan, are you courting death again? He twitched his eyelids, hesitated for a moment, but didn't call out to stop Jashin-chan.
He watched as Jashin-chan grinned and arrived in front of Yurine, her eyes curving into crescents, the corners of her mouth curling up exaggeratedly. She waved the green onion in her hand at Yurine and chuckled wickedly:
"Yurine, I heard that if you stick a green onion up your butt, your cold will get better very quickly. Let's give it a try!"
"Do you want to die?"
Yurine's small face turned dark, her icy gaze piercing toward Jashin-chan.
Pitch-black spiritual light exploded with a bang, emitting an astonishing oppressive feeling, making her look just like a Demon God.
"Uh..."
Jashin-chan instantly lost her grin, her eyes turning into dot eyes.
She shrank her neck, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and muttered: "I'm doing this all for your own good; don't fail to appreciate a kind person!"
"Alright, alright, alright—!"
Yurine laughed out of anger, supporting herself on the cash register and standing up.
"For my own good, huh? Failing to appreciate a kind person!"
The next second—
The scumbag snake was beaten until she was howling in pain.
It was utterly tragic!
...
"If you don't court death, you won't die!"
Ryohei looked at Jashin-chan, whose face was bruised and swollen with one black eye, a mischievous smile appearing on his face.
"You have the nerve to say that, not even knowing to step in and stop her!"
Jashin-chan blabbered on, complaining.
Once she started complaining, she took on an endless posture—
"Yurine really can't take a joke at all! I was just playing a prank on her, and look how she beat me up! I even lost a tooth!"
Speaking to the end, she even lifted her face and pointed at her missing front tooth, feeling quite wronged!
"Pfft—!"
Poporon, who was drinking brown sugar ginger tea nearby, couldn't help but spit it out. Holding her stomach, she slumped in her chair and started laughing out loud.
"Hahaha—!"
Ryohei and the others also laughed out loud.
It even made Yurine at the cash register laugh, finding it a bit hard to suppress the corners of her mouth.
—A world where only Jashin-chan had a dark face was achieved!
"Laugh, laugh, laugh! Laugh to death, why don't you!"
Jashin-chan cursed, somewhat flying into a rage out of humiliation. Her gaze wandered over Ryohei and the others, finally locking onto Pekola and Poporon. Pointing at their noses, she said:
"Laugh again and I'll beat you up!"
She truly knew how to pick the softest persimmons to squeeze!
"Like I'm afraid of you! Bring it on if you've got the guts!" Poporon lifted her face, not backing down in the slightest.
"Alright, alright, stop fighting you guys. Jashin-chan, we won't laugh at you anymore." Ryohei downed the brown sugar ginger tea in his bowl in one gulp and spoke up to smooth things over.
"Tch—!"
Jashin-chan pursed her lips in displeasure.