I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Fujiwara Izaya stood up and followed behind her.

Hoshimi Rinko glanced at the two figures from behind with a strange look, but didn't think much of it.

It's impossible for two people to use the same restroom, really, the men's and women's restrooms are separate... She laughed at herself for being petty, while leaning back in her chair, thinking about how to maximize her charm and scare away the annoying junior.

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Fujiwara Izaya never expected this.

He said in the morning that a rosy high school life was not for him, but reality slapped him in the face in the afternoon.

After entering the bathroom corridor, Asuka Kasahara grabbed his tie with one hand, dragged him into any random bathroom, and slammed the door shut.

"Uh, Asuka, this isn't right..."

Before she could finish speaking, Asuka Kasahara pushed her senior onto the toilet.

Then, she stood in front

She gently lifted her skirt to let her senior admire the works he had left behind.

The black pen writing on her fair, rosy skin was particularly striking.

Is my handwriting really that bad...? Fujiwara Izaya felt his face starting to burn.

He is not a shy person.

If this were Kawashima Miki, he would have pounced on her long ago.

"Do you think it looks good, senpai?" Kasahara Asuka asked, blushing as she looked at him.

"Um..." Fujiwara Izaya asked cautiously, "Isn't the skirt a bit too short? What if I make a big movement and someone sees me?"

"What do you say?"

Kasahara Asuka smiled angrily.

Then, she straddled Fujiwara Izaya's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.

All the colors and sounds of the world seemed to disappear, and all Fujiwara Izaya could hear was her soft breathing and her clear brown eyes.

"Senior, hehe~~"

Kasahara Asuka was a little hesitant, but her expression was still somewhat excited.

"Are you going to your senior's house this weekend?" Her large, misty eyes gazed at Fujiwara Izaya.

“Uh, yes,” Fujiwara Izaya replied, “after all…”

"Hold Asuka while you talk." The little devil opened his arms, posing as if asking for a hug.

"..."

Fujiwara Izaya carefully reached out and put his arm around her small waist.

"After all, I haven't been to her house for two months, and I'll get scolded if I don't go soon..."

Kasahara Asuka remained silent.

Leaning against her senior's chest, she breathed heavily, one hand gently clutching his collar. Seemingly feeling shy, she had already closed her eyes, or perhaps she was mentally assessing the feeling of being held by her senior, deciding how to treat him next.

Fujiwara Rin was unaware of her feelings.

He felt so comfortable, his arms wrapped around his junior's slender waist, the scent of citrus emanating from her body filling his nostrils. He felt like he could stay there for an entire afternoon without getting tired of it.

Not long after.

Kasahara Asuka suddenly realized something and lifted her buttocks up slightly.

“…Ha, haha.” Fujiwara Izaya looked at her delicate little face and clear eyes, and felt that this was not quite right, so he quickly said, “Let’s go out, afternoon classes are about to start.”

"Wait a moment."

Kasahara Asuka sat down heavily.

"Ouch~" Fujiwara Izaya cried out in pain.

Kasahara Asuka put a hand to her lips: "Shh~"

"Don't be so loud," the little devil winked and stared at him with a smile, "unless you want others to know that you took someone into the toilet."

"What do you want to do?" Fujiwara Izaya asked helplessly as he hugged her tightly.

"Hehe, of course I'll turn you into Asuka's puppy," Kasahara Asuka's delicate and cute face was full of innocence and charm. "You're going to your senior's house tomorrow, what if she seduces you?"

"You think my senior is as bitchy as you?!" Fujiwara Izaya rubbed her head, both amused and annoyed.

"I don't care, I just can't let things happen like this." Kasahara Asuka bit her lower lip and muttered, "Senpai never tells the truth. We agreed to go get our ears pierced together, but every time I ask you to, you're either studying or reading, and you never go shopping with me."

"Okay, okay, I was wrong, alright?" Fujiwara Izaya knew he was in the wrong.

"Go to your senior's house on Sunday, and on Saturday, go with Asuka to get your ears pierced first," Kasahara Asuka commanded, lifting her small, cute white-stockinged feet from below. Then, she knelt in front of Fujiwara Izaya, supporting herself on her knees: "You can only go if you wear a token of your love for Asuka!"

"love?"

"Yes, it's love."

Where is the love now?

"Hehe, that's how it is." Kasahara Asuka tugged at his tie, pressed her forehead against his, and shook her head. "I feel so happy, so very happy, when I hug my senior so intimately. Isn't this love?"

The spot where our foreheads met felt warm.

With each shake of her head, her orange hair would playfully bounce around, like a mischievous kitten.

“It’s not that simple…” Fujiwara Izaya sighed, putting his hand on her shoulder. “You’re just young and curious about relationships between men and women, so you’re easily moved. Once you calm down and think it over, it won’t be like that anymore.”

"Hmm, that makes sense." Kasahara Asuka looked into his eyes, which were so close to hers, pondered for a moment, and then suddenly said, "Every time I get close to you, senpai, and smell your scent, I feel comfortable and want to be with you. But after a few days apart, I don't feel that way anymore. Why is that?"

Fujiwara Izaya certainly knew why.

He is the mountain god representing the land and nature, possessing a charm that makes living beings naturally close to him.

Anyone who spends enough time with him will inevitably be drawn to him, or rather, to nature itself. This is divinity, and the admiration that ordinary people feel for him is unrelated to love. He understands this clearly, so he has never felt proud because of his popularity.

Fujiwara Izaya was organizing the words in his mind, intending to explain these words.

However, Kasahara Asuka chuckled and snuggled up to him, resting her head on his shoulder and saying in a coquettish voice, "But after all, I do have feelings for you, senpai. I've never felt anything for anyone else. Anyway, Asuka is at the age where she can date, so it's fine to date. If I don't like you anymore, I can just dump you, senpai."

"Uh……"

Faced with this new-era view of love, Fujiwara Izaya could not refute it.

After all, there's no law that says you have to be in a relationship forever, and breaking up won't get you executed.

"Hehe, are you tempted, senpai?" Kasahara Asuka knelt on his lap and whispered in his ear, "Aren't Asuka's legs beautiful? Hurry up and touch them, you blockhead, if you don't touch them now, you won't have another chance."

Fujiwara Izaya lowered his eyes, gazing at the white stockings beneath her pleated skirt.

He unconsciously reached out and placed his hand on the girl's slender legs, gently stroking them. A soft rustling sound echoed in the quiet toilet stall.

"That's awesome!"

Kasahara Asuka, her face flushed, exclaimed breathlessly.

"That's the feeling, Asuka likes it." Her voice, full of charm, murmured softly as she leaned against Fujiwara Izaya, her eyes tightly closed, her eyelashes fluttering. She looked both surprised and shy, completely devoid of her usual liveliness and boldness.

Then, her warm, soft little hands began to explore Fujiwara Izaya's body for the first time.

The cheeks were pressed tightly together.

They were burning up, almost like they had a high fever; both of them were like that.

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It took them a long time to return to the restaurant.

Rinko Hoshimi's pretty face showed some impatience.

After seeing Fujiwara Izaya come out, she muttered, "I was thinking of calling the police to find someone." After saying this, she raised her head and straightened her chest, her cool and beautiful face gazing ahead. With each step she took, her long, shiny black hair swayed.

After watching his senior's figure disappear, Fujiwara Izaya finally breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had collapsed.

Feeling a bit weak in the knees, he turned around and looked at the junior student hiding behind him, whose legs were also weak. Looking at her small red ears in her hair, he thought for a moment and had nothing to say, so he could only pat her head and say, "Go get your ears pierced tomorrow."

"Hehe~"

Kasahara Asuka raised her face.

His face, still flushed with pleasure, was full of a sly smile.

For a moment, Fujiwara Izaya couldn't tell which of the woman in front of him was the real her, or the shy and soft-spoken woman from before... but neither was bad.

On her way back to the classroom, Asuka Kasahara swayed her arms back and forth comfortably.

Its movements were fluid and smooth, as if it had just been oiled.

Beneath the almost transparent stockings, her knees were still slightly red, sparking the imagination.

Chapter 107. We must have both Eri and Asuka.

Before going on a date with his younger sister, Fujiwara Izaya first made an appointment with his older sister.

At nine o'clock in the morning, he arrived at the restaurant where they had first met. Although it was still more than ten minutes before the appointed time, his sister was already there waiting for him.

It was Saturday, breakfast time, and the restaurant was quite crowded, but Fujiwara Izaya still spotted Kasahara Fukari at a glance.

On a hot summer day, there aren't many people wearing a long-sleeved light jacket.

Her outfit was just as stylish and tasteful as last time.

No jewelry, no makeup.

Beneath a light green light jacket was a white linen shirt with a flawless, snow-white collar, slim blue jeans, and delicate, pointed high heels. Her orange hair was straight and long, and her skin was smooth and radiant. The men around her frequently stole glances at her.

However, she was wearing sunglasses, so no one could see her expression.

After Fujiwara Izaya sat down, she tilted her head slightly and looked at him through her glasses. Beside his slender, delicate white wrist was a white handbag and a glass of untouched sparkling water, the drink bubbling in the tall, thin glass.

"Aren't you hot?" Fujiwara Izaya asked curiously.

Kasahara Fukari made a "hmm" sound, and tapped the rim of the cup a few times with her fingernails as if she were bored.

Then, as if only then realizing how conspicuous her long-sleeved coat was, she slowly unbuttoned it, took it off, and placed it on her handbag. The white shirt underneath was brand new, as if it had just come from the factory.

“Every time I meet Ms. Fuka Eri, I am always genuinely happy,” Fujiwara Izaya said with a smile.