Kasumi Miwa, on the other hand, did not think there was anything improper about n and won being together.
After all, an open-air hot spring was, to put it bluntly, a natural bathhouse.
It was not as if everyone was actually stripping completely naked to bathe. At the very least, the parts that needed covering were covered, and for the parts that were not, an uninvited holy light would appear on its own. They would not even need to add mosaic censorship.
Yes.
This was a very healthy, very wholeso bathing facility.
Things like walking in while covering your chest with your hands, coyly calling out "Senpai, I'm on my period," and then starting a bubbly scrub-down were paid content you would find in adult entertainnt shops.
The current event felt more like the common route in an all-ages visual novel—the kind that unlocks a special CG of Liu Bei and Cao Cao sharing warm wine and laughing together as they talk about what makes a true hero.
In ancient tis, people admired cherry blossoms beneath the moon. Today, they admired snow from a hot spring.
Kasumi Miwa felt that this bathhouse back-scrubbing session with Naoya Zenin could also count as a beautiful tale of teacher-student affection.
She genuinely did not think there was any need to be shy.
Of course, this was not because she did not see Naoya Zenin as a man.
After all, who was Naoya Zenin?
He was a terrifying sister-obsessed pervert who could be so twisted that he would even strike ruthlessly at his own family.
It was like going to the cafeteria with Hannibal. You would not worry about him stealing your food. After all, when he looked at the three dishes and soup on your tray, Uncle Hannibal would only smile subtly and tell you to relax and eat more, since you were still growing and needed to nourish yourself. Then he would prop his chin on one hand from the other side of the table and gaze at you with doting eyes.
As the ultimate little kitchen girl, did Kasumi Miwa really need to worry that a tall, rich, handso man like Naoya Zenin would have designs on her?
Don't make the Zenin Clan laugh.
Kasumi Miwa was just a worm wriggling on the ground. On a blind date, all she had to do was scratch her head and awkwardly say that she had two younger brothers at ho who still needed to be fed, and the other person would imdiately be terrified out of his wits. His legs would start shaking, and he would instantly say sothing had co up at ho and they should talk next ti. Then he would block her texts and calls. One top-tier brother-supporting demon, and the match was over.
So this blue-haired girl was not only an ultimate little kitchen girl who had never even held hands with anyone, she was also a top-tier sexually repressed woman who loved but could not be loved.
There was no helping it.
The eldest sister was like a mother.
If even Kasumi Miwa lost herself in romance, thinking every day about makeup and dressing up instead of earning money and working, then her two younger brothers' future careers might as well announce early retirent.
However, this situation had improved quite a bit recently.
After all, a mysterious Sponsor-sama had given her fifty million yen.
That money had truly been a lifesaver.
Because her grandmother's health had been getting worse and worse.
After all, Kasumi Miwa had joined the mysterious New Shadow Style and was even going to beco so kind of Jujutsu Sorcerer. It was impossible to tell ordinary people about such classified matters, so her constantly worried grandmother assud her granddaughter had been brainwashed into joining so pyramid sche. She was so anxious that her vision went black and she fainted on the spot. She had already been sent to the ICU, with ergency treatnt and funeral arrangents nearly underway, but the mont she saw the fifty million yen deposited into the bank account, the old woman's condition improved at once. Her back stopped hurting, her legs stopped aching, and she even had ti to sneak a pinch of the male doctor's butt while chatting and laughing.
Her two younger brothers were even more ecstatic. The brothers hugged each other and spun around laughing. Their family had money now. They could finally go all out and spend on mobile gas, and they could start getting girlfriends at school.
So how could such an ordinary country student be noticed by Naoya Zenin?
Was it because the rich young master's cuckold tendencies had exploded, and he had never had a single female simp around him since childhood? Or had he beco so twisted that he specifically liked being a teacher and teaming up with students?
...Uh, judging from Mai's situation, the latter possibility was not exactly zero.
In any case.
Kasumi Miwa was not a beauty in the making like Momo Nishimiya, the type a creep with a thing for young girls would like. Nor was she a cool younger sister type like Mai, with curves in all the right places, a sharp tongue, and a masochistic streak.
She was just an extrely ordinary country girl.
If not for her silly, optimistic personality that amused everyone, she would never have had the chance to appear in Naoya Zenin's eyes in this lifeti.
So no matter how one looked at it, Kasumi Miwa did not think there was anything improper about spending ti privately with Naoya Zenin.
The difference in status was just too great.
In this noble young master's life, she was only a passing face. He had helped her before, and he had once saved her life, but that did not an Kasumi Miwa was so special existence to Naoya Zenin. It was only that he, as an honored guest, was warm and generous. He liked the funny, obedient clown on the stage, laughed aloud at so of her naturally ridiculous jokes, then covered his aching abs and casually tossed her a few rewards.
That was all. That was the whole story.
He had never loved this girl.
Kasumi Miwa's admiration and gratitude toward Naoya Zenin were all built on her own fantasy. Like white foam left behind on the beach when the tide receded, the only end waiting for it was to slowly fade with ti.
The prince on a white horse in her life could only be the financial backer who had sponsored her with fifty million yen. Perhaps after she graduated, that potbellied, balding sponsor would light a comfortable cigarette in a hotel room afterward, then praise Kasumi Miwa, who lay dazed and limp on the floor, saying that she had satisfied him this ti, that the old hag at ho did not have her skills, and that he would find a chance to have finance transfer her so more money.
Then Kasumi Miwa could only lie weakly on the floor, wondering whether Naoya-sensei had already married Mai, whether she had already put on a white wedding dress and started traveling the world.
As she thought about it, she would slowly wriggle across the floor, pretending she was a slug secreting mucus.
There was no helping it.
To put it bluntly, Kasumi Miwa was not even an important passerby in Naoya Zenin's life.
When they first t, she had only been a poor student who spoke rudely to him. Her words had been childish and laughable, like those of a foolish girl who knew nothing of the world.
If she had not stubbornly clung to him without sha, then maybe the instant she stepped into the open-air hot spring, Naoya Zenin would have kicked her away with full force like a stray dog on the roadside.
There was no helping it.
Having no sha was Kasumi Miwa's only strength.
Her parents had died early, she had grown up with her grandmother, and her family was poor. When sothing happened, the only help she could call from ho was her two younger brothers, who were still sucking pacifiers and drinking milk. If she had not learned to grin, flatter, and laugh things off, her fate would have been just like Nishimiya-senpai's. Isolated and bullied by most of the students, becoming the most miserable kind of girl.
Sigh.
That was why Kasumi Miwa truly envied Mai.
Being bullied by one person was still better than being bullied by a crowd.
Naoya Zenin might bully her, but if Mai was beaten at school or sothing really happened to her, just watch whether he would co over and kill whoever did it.
What gave Kasumi Miwa the greatest sense of security was Naoya Zenin's pride.
That kind of pride ordinary people would never have in their lives, the pride of an emperor, the domineering certainty that he himself was the truth.
Originally, for Kasumi Miwa, the position of dream lover should have belonged to Satoru Gojo.
But for so reason, she had recently discovered that Satoru Gojo was only so-so. She was getting a little tired of him.
Sotis, her head was honestly filled with thoughts of Naoya Zenin.
Especially after learning about that matter between him and Mai.
Because Satoru Gojo was simply too perfect.
He had always been a god of the Jujutsu World, an important figure whom Kasumi Miwa respected greatly.
By comparison, Naoya Zenin was different.
He had done too many bad things, and that was precisely what made him different from Satoru Gojo. It gave him a twisted touch of humanity.
After all, if one day Kasumi Miwa really did sothing wrong, like betraying the Jujutsu World, then Satoru Gojo would definitely be the first to change his face and rush over to kill her. After all, Suguru Geto had been his close friend, and even he had still been killed by the impartial Satoru Gojo.
But with Naoya Zenin, that was not certain.
Instead, he might calmly nod and say that he had already handled the paperwork for her to leave the country, and that she should hurry up and find sowhere to hide. If they really could not keep it from Satoru, then for her sake, he would have no choice but to blow up the entire Jujutsu World.
Hiss. A man like that was every girl's true dream lover!
As Kasumi Miwa thought about it, she unconsciously wiped away her drool.
As a lackey, she definitely had to suck up to a boss like that!!!
I'm really sorry, Mai.
Your girl really needed this teaching assistant position.
If not for the fact that he was your man, then by ancient rules, a life-saving debt had to be repaid with one's body!
Now she was only here asking for a teaching assistant position. That already counted as treasonous enough, didn't it?! If Confucius saw this, his coffin lid would not be able to hold him down!!!
"Sensei, Sensei, how's the pressure?"
With that thought, Kasumi Miwa scrubbed even faster.
Lift with height, strike with speed, massage with strength, serve with attitude!
After all, this was her best chance to break out of poverty with her own two hands!
This blue-haired girl absolutely could not let such a perfect opportunity slip away!!!
"...Didn't I already tell you I don't need my back scrubbed?"
Naoya Zenin's unfriendly voice sounded again.
But Kasumi Miwa simply ignored him.
After all, while the other students were still trapped in the shadow of their fear of Naoya Zenin, she had already relied on sheer shalessness to figure out this young Zenin master's temper.
He just liked running his mouth.
As long as you did not talk back to him, and then gave him a reasonable explanation, Naoya Zenin would not actually make trouble for you!
As long as she did not cross any red lines, no matter how outrageous Kasumi Miwa's behavior was, Naoya Zenin would close his eyes and let this idiot do as she pleased.
After all, when people were truly angry, they really could be left speechless.
"Sensei worked so hard going out earlier! Setting up such a large [Curtain] couldn't have been easy! As your student, I have to make sure you stay healthy! After all, you still have to deal with a Grade 3 Cursed Spirit! We absolutely can't let anything go wrong from here on!"
When Naoya Zenin heard that, his opinion of this foolish student changed quite a bit.
Holy crap?
Who would have thought there was actually soone in this world who understood him?
Soone really cared this much about a Grade 3 Cursed Spirit?! Soone could actually say sothing that matched his thoughts exactly!
Oh, right.
Kasumi Miwa was currently a Grade 4 Sorcerer.
In that case, it did make sense for her to be this wary of a Grade 3 Cursed Spirit.
"Speaking of which..."
Kasumi Miwa took the chance to open the conversation and pretended to ask casually, "Sensei, have you seen Nishimiya-senpai? I heard from soone that she seed to be heading toward the hot spring."
"Pfft!!!"
The little witch had already been holding her breath underwater. When she heard that, she panicked on the spot and choked on a mouthful of hot spring water, letting out a muffled sound from her throat.
An even denser string of bubbles burst across the surface again.
"...Huh?"
Kasumi Miwa blinked several tis and asked carefully, "What's going on?"
"The water boiled."
Naoya Zenin answered calmly.
"That scared ."
Kasumi Miwa let out a long breath.
"I thought a volcano erupted. Uh, now that I think about it, is this really not hot?"
"It's training."
"Great! Then I'll train with you too, Sensei!"
Seeing that, Kasumi Miwa put away the towel and decided to enter the hot spring for a soak as well.
Under the water, Momo Nishimiya instantly panicked. She desperately shrank deeper into the pool, trying her best to hide her body beside Naoya Zenin, only daring to secretly peek upward with her eyes, not even daring to breathe.
"Phew. Good thing I'm a dead pig that isn't afraid of boiling water. If it were Nishimiya-senpai, she definitely wouldn't be able to stop herself from screaming, right?"
Kasumi Miwa wiped the sweat from her forehead and joked with Naoya Zenin beside her.
"Her skin was so delicate. At first, she even had trouble getting used to bathing in a wooden tub. People from overseas really weren't used to this kind of rustic setup!"
"Is that so?"
Hearing this, Naoya Zenin lowered his head to observe Momo Nishimiya and found that it really was just as Kasumi Miwa said. Momo Nishimiya's whole body had started turning red, and she looked like a boiled duck.
If Kasumi Miwa did not leave soon, then in less than a minute, she might really die here...
The corner of Naoya Zenin's mouth twitched.
He had not even fought the Cursed Spirit yet, and one student had already fallen first. This was really too much.
"...Enough. I've rested long enough. It's ti to go."
Although Naoya Zenin had originally wanted to rest a little longer, considering how complicated the situation had beco, he decided to endure the pain and get up.
"Eh, eh, eh! Wait! Naoya-sensei!"
Who would have thought that Kasumi Miwa, who had just entered the hot spring, would grab his arm?
"I-I have sothing I want to discuss with you."
"We'll discuss it outside."
"N-No! It has to be right now!!!"
Kasumi Miwa looked up at Naoya Zenin pitifully, like a little puppy.
"Can you give just a little more ti?"
"...Thirty seconds at most."
Naoya Zenin truly had no words left.
In the past, even spies t on rooftops to exchange intelligence.
Now look at this.
His student insisted on grabbing him in the hot spring to discuss things!
What on earth could be so important that every single one of you had to co over while I was soaking in the hot spring?!
"U-Um... It's about..."
Kasumi Miwa spent ages building up her courage and was finally about to say it.
The next mont, to his surprise, there ca a knock at the door.
"Naoya-sensei, it's Mai. Forgive my foolishness, but I would like to ask you again about the details of handling the Cursed Spirit next."
"May I co in?"
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