Gensokyo Detective, but surrounded by Shura Field

Let's rewind a bit.

On the other side, Kyoko, with her sensitivity to sound, perfectly avoided all passersby and sneaked into the reception room.

Looking at the four cushions, two large and two small, she opened the bottle and prepared to pour out some of the powder.

But it seemed she was a bit nervous, and she used too much force, accidentally spilling almost all the powder onto the "top large cushion."

"Ah."

Kyoko frantically held her head.

It's over, I messed up.

The powder, which should have been divided into four portions, was all smeared on the top large cushion!

But thinking about it carefully, she gradually calmed down.

Anyway, it's not a mission from Byakuren, so there are no consequences if it fails.

Even if Seiga Nitori snitches, the worst that could happen is a few days of suspension, and she can always help Mystia when she has the chance later.

Thinking this way, Kyoko felt relieved, put away the bottle, and left the scene.

Only the top large cushion remained, seemingly emitting a somewhat subtle aura...

Under Seiga Nitori's guidance.

Chubai finally arrived at the reception room.

Just at the door, he encountered Saint Byakuren gracefully walking over.

This beautiful monk was wearing a black and white Gothic dress, with purple-gold hair draped behind her head, looking quite gentle and demure.

...It's hard to associate her with the leader of a late-night biker gang.

"Long time no see, Mr. Chubai."

Saint Byakuren greeted with a faint smile.

As time passed, those previous embarrassments had been suppressed deep within her heart.

Chubai also responded politely:

"Long time no see, Master Byakuren."

"This time, I want to ask you for some advice, hoping you can help me solve my problems."

"Oh?"

Saint Byakuren's eyes lit up:

"Could it be that Mr. Chubai finally wants to explore the truth of the world and convert to the supreme Buddhist faith?"

"Seiga, quickly go get a knife, I want to personally shave Chubai's head and tonsure him..."

"I'm not converting to Buddhism! Are you getting confused from preaching?"

Chubai almost couldn't hold back:

"I really just came to ask for some advice, don't prepare to shave everyone's head as soon as you see them!"

Saint Byakuren clicked her tongue softly:

"Tsk..."

"...Um, did you just make a sound that doesn't fit a monk's image?"

"That's not important."

Saint Byakuren quickly changed her expression, returning to her previous demeanor:

"Then please come into the reception room to talk. Seiga, bring some good tea."

"Okay."

After dismissing the other youkai, only the two of them remained in the room.

Because he was seeking help, Chubai was also quite enthusiastic.

He took the initiative to pick up the "top large cushion" and placed it in the direction of the main seat:

"Master Byakuren, please sit?"

"Benefactor Chubai is too kind."

Saint Byakuren didn't stand on ceremony and sat down cross-legged directly.

Because she was wearing a dress, she gently lifted the hem, using the skirt to cover the front. And the inner side of her snow-white thighs was in direct contact with the cushion.

Soon, Seiga Nitori brought hot tea and retreated again.

Saint Byakuren took a sip of tea and spoke proactively:

"So Benefactor Chubai, what doubts do you have that you came to visit about?"

As she spoke, she slightly shifted her thighs.

I don't know why...

But she felt that today's cushion had a subtle strange feeling?

Chapter 138 Saint Byakuren: Can't help it, start rubbing!

"Actually, I have some questions I'd like to ask."

Chubai asked.

He also told the other party about his current situation—

A new store has been established, and the previous external management model is no longer applicable.

And he also made a bet with the Underground Geyser Center, agreeing to compete using turnover.

"So I wanted to ask you about organizational management..."

"...Master Byakuren? What's wrong?"

Chubai suddenly stopped asking.

Because Saint Byakuren on the opposite side seemed to be uncomfortable.

Her hand was on her leg, her body was slightly twisting, and her expression looked a little strange.

"No...nothing..."

Saint Byakuren took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

She didn't know why, but after sitting on this cushion, she felt like the inside of her thighs was itchy, as if ants were teasing her back and forth.

But releasing her senses, she didn't find any living things, nor any suspicious aura.

She only saw some unknown colorless powder of unknown origin on her legs.

...Is it dust?

...Did it accidentally get on a delicate area, so it's a bit itchy?

...But scratching would be too unladylike, and she couldn't do such a thing in front of a man.

So Saint Byakuren slightly immersed herself in her mind, intending to use the power of magic to directly annihilate the dust.

"Hmm?"

However, the fluctuation of magic naturally couldn't escape Chubai's perception.

After all, he was also a top-notch mage, so he must have noticed the magic power surging from Saint Byakuren:

"What happened, Master Byakuren?"

"It's nothing, just cleaning the corner of my clothes, don't worry about it."

Byakuren forcibly operated her magic power, temporarily suppressing the powder on her thighs.

The itchy feeling finally subsided a lot, and she also breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

Phew, finally solved it.

It's good that I didn't embarrass myself, otherwise it would have been too shameful.

Steadying her mind, Saint Byakuren returned to the topic:

In short, you are competing with the Underground Geyser Center's detective agency and using "turnover" to determine victory, right?

"Yes."

Chubai nodded.

Saint Byakuren thought for a moment, then gave a rather wise opinion:

"Actually, I don't have much experience in managing organizations either."

"After all, for the past thousand years, I have been sealed in the Demon World and have hardly been in contact with the outside world."

"Even now, most of the temple's affairs are managed by Unzan, and I am only responsible for preaching and speeding... cough cough, and attracting followers."

After a pause, she continued:

"But Buddha once said that problems should be viewed dialectically."

"Since you are competing in turnover, can't you find a way to include other income within the turnover?"

"...Other income?"

Chubai was also a little hesitant:

"That's not very good, robbing passersby will also cause my detective agency's reputation to drop a lot..."

"Who told you to rob!"

Saint Byakuren was quite speechless:

"When you mention extra income, is your subconscious just robbery?"

Chubai said blankly:

"Yeah, after all, stealing is not as fast as robbing..."

"I'm telling you to expand legitimate extra business!"

Saint Byakuren took out a wooden fish and knocked Chubai on the head with a *thwack*:

"Don't be led astray by certain two guys!"

She tapped Chubai's head lightly.

Chubai didn't react much, but her own face suddenly changed, and she groaned softly.

It turned out that the itchy feeling from just now had reappeared.

And this time, the feeling was many times more stimulating than before!

Saint Byakuren didn't know that this bottle of "Ultimate Itchy Powder" was a prank artifact pieced together by a certain rabbit using Eirin's failed medicines through various techniques.

For ordinary people, as long as they persist for half an hour, they can forcibly endure it.

But if there are people with supernatural powers who want to forcibly dispel it, then the powder will instead absorb energy, and then after a brief silence, it will become even more itchy and stimulating!

The current Saint Byakuren fully experienced this bitter fruit.

The feeling from the inside of her thighs made her unbearably itchy, and her legs, which were originally cross-legged, were now trying their best to close together, rubbing slightly.

Her holy face gradually flushed, and in order not to be noticed by Chubai, she tried hard to overcome the strangeness coming from her body.

But the voice of her explanation already carried a slight tremor: