I have an unlimited number of shikigami

"Junk food."

Kasahara Asuka stopped and looked at him suspiciously: "...Are you deliberately trying to go against me, senpai?"

"It's my first date, how would I know where to go?" Fujiwara Izaya used this as a get-out-of-jail-free card, and then said with premeditation, "How about the library? We're tired from walking, and it's so hot. It'll be nice to go somewhere with air conditioning."

"Humph!"

Kasahara Asuka expressed her dissatisfaction by snorting heavily.

"Hmph, hmph, hmph all day long, are you a little pig...?" Fujiwara Izaya muttered to himself, suddenly remembering how he had compared her to a pink guinea pig when they first met. Now it seemed that was a Haruki Murakami-esque metaphor, as perfect as a tornado.

Kasahara Asuka wished she could bite this senior a few times in public.

Going to the library is impossible, there's no way she'll ever go to the library in her life... After searching around with her eyes, she pointed to a tennis court advertisement poster on the side of the road: "Asuka is going to play tennis. If you say no again, senpai, I'll throw a tantrum right now!"

Going to the gym would be good... Fujiwara Izaya glanced at the poster, then looked down at her shoes: "Are your shoes okay?"

Kasahara Asuka was taken aback.

After first looking down to check her high-heeled boots, she looked up at Fujiwara Izaya with a touched expression: "It's surprising that you would notice such a small detail, senpai. Asuka thought you were really hopeless blockhead..."

I'm just afraid of getting entangled with you and not being able to get away... Fujiwara Izaya shook his head helplessly.

"The shoes are fine, we can just go buy a pair of tennis shoes now." Kasahara Asuka chuckled, grabbed his hand, and dragged him into the tennis court without further ado.

Not long after the two entered the entrance, Fukahara Eri also passed by the entrance of the tennis hall.

The stylish short-haired woman next to her, dressed in a black sleeveless dress, looked at the poster, smiled, and said to her, "Go play some tennis. You haven't exercised in a long time, and you're starting to get a bit chubby."

"Ah."

Kasahara Fukaeri responded simply.

Do you think we might run into Linlin here?

"Tokyo isn't a village."

"Oh, we're destined to be together."

What will you do if you run into him?

"Castrate that little bastard!"

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Chapter 108. Playing tennis, washing hands, and then... Fujiwara Izaya is in a desperate situation.

The locker room at the tennis court.

Fujiwara Izaya had no idea why he had ended up here so unexpectedly.

It's possible that the girl pulled him in, or it's possible that he wanted to come in on his own. In any case, watching the female student change clothes isn't a bad thing, and he doesn't mind.

"senior!"

Kasahara Asuka, dressed in a pristine white dress, lay on a chair watching him, kicking her calves as she did so.

"What's wrong?" Fujiwara Izaya looked at her.

"Come over here to Asuka." Asuka Kasahara patted the empty space next to her, then lifted her high heels up.

The lines of her calves, encased in white pantyhose, were clearly visible to Fujiwara Izaya.

Through the lifted skirt, the T-shaped crotch of the pantyhose was faintly visible, along with the black lace leg rings on her thighs—super sexy.

Fujiwara Izaya glanced at her a few times, then looked away, just as he met the eyes of his junior.

Kasahara Asuka tilted her head, as if asking, "What's wrong?" Fujiwara Izaya, of course, wouldn't admit that he was captivated by the contrast between her alluring charm and innocent naivety, and silently shook his head.

"Come help Asuka change her shoes," she called out in a coquettish tone.

Fujiwara Izaya glanced around to make sure no one was in the changing room before walking over to her. As soon as he sat down, the girl's perfect legs, encased in white stockings, stretched out and rested tightly together on his lap.

"..."

Fujiwara Izaya looked down.

The way she looked at that moment was that of a petite, delicate, and sweet little girl.

Her cheeks were delicate and slightly fleshy, and her rosy lips were slightly pursed due to nervousness, presenting an adorable and alluring color under the light.

“I don’t understand…” Fujiwara Izaya dug his fingers into her high heels and slowly pulled them off. “You’re clearly nervous and shy too, so why am I doing all this?”

Asuka Kasahara answered matter-of-factly, "To get used to close interactions with my seniors."

"Quite a sacrifice," Fujiwara Izaya commented, taking off her high heels and holding her ankles. The warmth and elasticity of her legs, combined with the smoothness of the stockings, felt exceptionally comfortable to the touch.

"Hey~"

Kasahara Asuka suddenly called out.

Leaning against the bench with her face turned to the side, her alluring, crystal-like lips parted slightly, whispering suggestively, "No..."

Fujiwara Izaya obediently let go of her hand, and she immediately kicked her legs, turning her head and glaring at him with a flushed face: "Hurry up!"

"Change it yourself!"

Fujiwara Rin reluctantly released her leg and resolutely walked out of the dressing room.

"Hehehe~" Kasahara Asuka made a face at his back, then smiled slyly... There are plenty of opportunities to tease this blockhead when playing tennis, I don't believe he won't be tempted!

After sneaking to the locker room, Fujiwara Izaya arrived at the reserved court and sat cross-legged on the ground, swinging his tennis racket.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

From the tennis courts next door, the sounds of balls being hit and shouts from the crowd could be heard continuously.

There are eight tennis courts in the venue, arranged in two rows. Each tennis court is separated from the other side by a two-meter-high partition, 20 centimeters off the ground, to prevent tennis balls from flying out of the court.

After waiting for a while, Asuka Kasahara, wearing a brand-new tennis outfit and with bare legs, walked onto the court—her leg and ankle bracelets were still on, and the black lace was visible on her smooth and delicate thighs, creating a strong visual distraction.

Fujiwara Izaya suspected that this was a treacherous scheme by his junior to distract him.

"What do you think, senpai?" Kasahara Asuka gently lifted her right leg, resting it on her left knee, deliberately showing him the circumference of her right thigh.

Looking at those soft thighs and suggestive leg rings, Fujiwara Izaya got up.

"Junior, you're amazing!"

"Senior, you must stay calm."

"Yes, I will." Fujiwara Izaya nodded with satisfaction.

"Don't get distracted!" Asuka Kasahara chuckled, raising her racket and pointing it at his face. "The loser has to accept the punishment!"

Fujiwara Izaya walked to the other side of the net: "How about we bet?"

"If you lose, kiss me!"

"...Can't you come up with a reasonable idea!"

"If you win, you can kiss me."

Is there a difference?

"One is punishment, and the other is reward!"

"Both of them are rewards!"

"That's decided!"

"I'll talk about this after I win." Fujiwara Rinya slammed the tennis ball to the ground, then tossed it over his head, and swung his racket hard, sending the ball flying towards the other side.

"Hey!"

Kasahara Asuka shouted sweetly as she easily hit the ball back to the left side of the opposite side.

On the far right of the tennis court, Fujiwara Rinya precisely caught the ball with a tricky angle, and with a backhand swing, the tennis ball cleverly flew towards Kasahara Asuka's backhand.

The next second, the junior student hit the ball back with a "hey!" It seems she has practiced.

The friction between the tennis shoes and her feet produced a "sizzling" sound, and the skirt, which was only mid-thigh, was constantly being blown up and down by the airflow, revealing her pink skin underneath without any concealment to Fujiwara Izaya's eyes.

Not wearing safety shorts!

Fujiwara Izaya tried his best to control his gaze.

When watching tennis, you can't look up skirts, or you'll be a perverted gentleman!

Just as he was thinking this, a strange light flashed in Kasahara Asuka's eyes. She stared intently at the small tennis ball flying through the air, took a step forward, jumped high into the air, and smashed the ball down with her racket.

"go to hell!"

The green rubber floor, the yellow tennis ball, the junior's orange tennis skirt, and the sky blue under the skirt when she landed... Grandpa Newton can lie down peacefully now.

The tennis ball flew straight down and went directly out of bounds.

After landing, Asuka Kasahara put one hand on her hip and swung her tennis racket in the other, striking a smug pose as if to say, "Now you know how good I am."

The ball was clearly out of bounds!

Why is she still so complacent?

Could it be that she doesn't understand the rules of tennis...? Fujiwara Rinya tried to forget what he had just seen, took out another tennis ball from his pocket, and continued to play against her.

"Senpai," Asuka Kasahara reminded her, "it's my turn to serve!"

“Uh, no, I’ll serve again…” Fujiwara Izaya explained to her earnestly, “This is my service game. No matter who scores in a single rally, you have to wait until the end of this game to serve.”

"Humph!"

"Okay, you send it."

"Ah, senior, pause, pause—"

One second she was calling a timeout, the next second Asuka Kasahara tossed the ball over with all her might.

"You're still too green." Fujiwara Izaya was agile and easily caught the ball, casually lobbing it back across the net.

"Eh eh eh~"

Kasahara Asuka rushed over in a flurry and managed to hit the ball back to the other half of the court.

"You're done for!" Fujiwara Izaya, who had been waiting at the net, leaped high and smashed the tennis ball down hard. The ball shot towards the back of the court like a yellow bullet and slammed heavily against the partition with a "bang".

"Damn it!" Asuka Kasahara bit her lower lip in frustration.