The storeroom.
Under the bamboo curtain of the book cart, a delicate feminine hand stretched out, nimbly flipping through a book placed on the axle.
The fingers were as tender as young shoots, the skin as white as curdled milk.
The youkai queen, not yet fully born, was browsing through a high school senior's national literature textbook. Other textbooks lay beside the axle—mathematics, physics, chemistry, all present; there were even specially ordered youths' reading materials aimed at fostering proper moral and value orientations.
The subjects were diverse, the range of knowledge broad.
"Oh, reading a book, are we?"
Kamiya pushed the door and entered.
Felling the presence of Kamiyagawa, the queen's hand visibly trembled and drew back.
Even if the Bunshu Yohime enjoyed reading, the sensation of being forced to study from the "placental" form was still not too pleasant.
