I have an unlimited number of shikigami

"Your skin feels so cool, senior." Fujiwara Ryūya wiped the raindrops with his handkerchief.

Hoshimi Rinko looked up at him, and their eyes met.

Something was hidden deep within her eyes, and her bright gaze gave off an elegant feeling.

After exchanging glances for a few seconds, Hoshimi Rinko sighed helplessly: "Next time I'll tell the maids to put animal traps under the wall."

“From now on, I’ll use the front door!” Fujiwara Rinya smiled smugly and hid her handkerchief in his pocket.

Hoshimi Rinko rolled her eyes at him and strode forward.

In the rain-soaked courtyard, the graceful figure and elegant demeanor of the girl in the kimono were exceptionally beautiful. Her sash, adorned with iris blossoms, exuded the essence of summer.

What method can I use to get my senior to agree to join my harem...? On his way to the tea room, Fujiwara Izaya was lost in daydreams.

The two walked to the entrance of the tea room.

"Rinzi."

With her captivating beauty, cool and serene demeanor, and striking resemblance to her senior, Mrs. Hoshimi stood in the candlelit corridor, welcoming the two.

"Mom." Hoshimi Rinko responded, carrying a small cloth bag in both hands, and walked forward with cute little steps.

Mrs. Hoshimi ignored her daughter and instead looked at Fujiwara Izaya, whose socks were covered in mud and whose clothes were slightly wet: "What happened?"

"I just made my senior angry again," Fujiwara Izaya said apologetically.

again?

Mrs. Hoshimi paused for a moment, then, as if she had thought of something, she grinned and gave him a thumbs-up.

As for what she was implying, Fujiwara Rin didn't intend to think about it.

It's impossible that it's encouraging him to build a harem and include his daughter in it, and it's even less likely that it's encouraging him to conquer her as well.

"Mom!" Hoshimi Rinko glared angrily at her mother.

Mrs. Hoshimi then noticed that her daughter was a little shy, so she casually said, "Rinko is so pretty!" After saying that, she naturally reached out and took Fujiwara Izaya's arm, and walked into the tea room in a cheerful mood.

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Rinko Hoshimi was dumbfounded.

Chapter 116. My junior is the most hated man in the world...

In the entryway of the tea room, I changed into new cloth socks.

Fujiwara Izaya looked up and looked inside. The room was about eight tatami mats in size. The candlelight was not very bright, but rather dim. The guests were sitting side by side, and they all seemed to be women dressed in gorgeous kimonos.

A female customer near the door spotted Fujiwara Izaya at a glance, and suddenly stood up and walked over.

“Oh, it’s the young chairman! What a rare guest!” she said, standing warmly next to Fujiwara Izaya. “Would you like to sit next to me tonight? My daughter has been wanting to meet the young chairman.”

"No way!" Mrs. Hoshimi said sternly, looking at the woman who was trying to steal her son-in-law. "Fujiwara-kun is my family's designated son-in-law. Don't get any funny ideas, or I'll withhold your family's Hie Shrine's share of profits next year!"

Fujiwara Izaya smiled apologetically at the lady.

"Using your power to bully others!" The lady covered her lips and smiled elegantly, the atmosphere unaffected.

"Fujiwara-kun, please come with me to the head of the table." Mrs. Hoshimi released her hand and walked towards the head of the tea table.

Fujiwara Izaya straightened his collar slightly and, meeting the gazes of the female guests present, walked straight to the head of the table.

Wearing a dark gray patterned haori hakama, he stood tall and straight, with an elegant and extraordinary appearance. He ignored the eager gazes of the crowd, his expression revealing a subtle determination, and his eyes and brows were full of confidence.

The antique-colored walls and space accentuated his figure, making his clothes appear as if they were part of his body, and the light seemed to shimmer in the dim depths of the spacious tea room.

From being ignored at the last regular meeting to becoming the focus of attention at this one.

Fujiwara Izaya only took a short month.

He did not appear arrogant.

But deep down, he felt proud of himself.

Fujiwara Rinya sat down next to Hoshimi Rinko, who changed out of the cloth socks she had been wearing the whole way and put them in her small handbag. Then she politely entered the tea room and sat down next to Fujiwara Rinya.

“Senior…” Fujiwara Izaya tugged at her sleeve.

Rinko Hoshimi was still angry and completely ignored Izaya Fujiwara's little antics. Mrs. Hoshimi found her daughter's behavior amusing, turned and glared at Izaya Fujiwara, signaling him that he had to appease his daughter.

Fujiwara Izaya gave an OK sign.

Mrs. Hoshimi then bypassed him and turned to chat with several other ladies admiring the Kasen painting hanging in the alcove.

"Do you know who the drawing is about?" Hoshimi Rinko asked her junior.

Fujiwara Izaya looked at the painting but couldn't answer.

Judging from the signature, it is a work by Hōhashi Sōtatsu, a painter from the early Edo period, a watercolor painting with light colors added to light ink lines.

"Well, there's no title song for this one, so I don't know either. These kinds of 'song immortal' paintings all look the same, making them hard to distinguish."

“It’s a painting of Ono no Komachi,” said Hoshimi Rinko. “The waka poem says, ‘The Tokiwa pine is green, and its color is even more vibrant in spring.’ My mother felt that this season was perfect for the mood of the painting, so she hung it up.”

Fujiwara Izaya carefully examined it.

The painting, outlined with light ink wash, seems to exude a delicate fragrance.

Just as I was about to ask how much it was worth, the paper sliding door at the entrance suddenly opened, and someone walked in.

Fujiwara Izaya's gaze was immediately drawn to it.

Wearing a bright red kimono with a black sash at the waist and gold vines embroidered on the cuffs, Kasahara Fukareri walked into the room with dignified steps and a noble demeanor, like an empress attending court.

Her hair was piled up at the back of her head and tied with a hairpin. With a cold and noble face, she walked directly toward the head of the table.

The ladies on both sides couldn't help but exclaim, "Eri Fuka is so beautiful!"

I agree… Fujiwara Izaya’s gaze fell on Kasahara Fukaeri. The shadow of the indoor ornamental bamboo fell on her snow-white neck, making it seem as if the shoulders of her gorgeous long-sleeved kimono reflected a soft light. Her orange-red hair became even more vibrant, swaying gracefully like a burning flame.

He asked in surprise, "What brings you here, Ms. Fuka Eri?"

“My mother finds rainy days troublesome and doesn’t want to go out.” Kasahara Fukari’s voice remained flat and monotone. “My sister was planning to come, but when she heard you were here, she decided not to go out either, so I will represent Tokyo Daijingu Shrine.”

“Eri Fuka, come sit here,” Mrs. Hoshimi greeted her warmly.

Kasahara Fukari, who had originally intended to walk to Fujiwara Izaya's side, paused and turned to walk to the other side, sitting to the left of Hoshimi-sama, more than two meters away from Fujiwara Izaya, who was sitting to the right of Hoshimi-sama.

After she sat down, most people in the room still focused their attention on her.

Miss Kasahara has always been aloof and rarely appears in public, so she easily became the center of attention.

Surrounded by everyone's gaze, Kasahara Fukie knelt upright, expressionless, motionless like a statue. Her gaze didn't even fall on anyone present, but calmly looked at the tea table, her fiery red skirt alluring.

How strange... Fujiwara Rin also had a feeling that even though her temperament was cold, bright and passionate red seemed to be the most suitable color for her.

The dimly lit tea room originally contained many colors. But after she appeared, the world seemed to be filled only with red, and even the dimly lit tea room became bright.

She was sometimes oblivious to everything, and her delicate features gave people the initial impression not of beauty, but of a sharp, imposing aura, as suffocating as a heatwave. Her long orange hair flowed like silk, and a black hairpin was inserted horizontally in the middle of her simple bun. Two thin red ribbons were wrapped around the hairpin and hung down to her waist.

If there truly is a beauty that could topple kingdoms, she would probably look just like this.

Just as he was thinking this, Fujiwara Izaya felt a pain in his waist. He turned his head to look at Hoshimi Rinko, who was looking ahead with an elegant expression, as if the hands pinching his waist were not hers.

Ok!

Fujiwara Izaya quickly corrected himself in his mind.

Besides Ms. Fukae, Ms. Rinko is also stunningly beautiful.

As it grew a little late, a servant brought in the tea-making utensils and placed them on the tea table. The table was filled with snack boxes, tea sets, and guests' belongings.

Charcoal and a kettle were also brought up. Hoshimi Rinko casually added some charcoal and placed the kettle on the stove.

Fujiwara Izaya was familiar with the rules of tea ceremony from a young age, but he had no interest in preparing tea himself. His parents also did not encourage him to learn tea ceremony, probably knowing that he would definitely find a wife who understood tea ceremony in the future.

"Hello, Chairman Hoshimi!"

A woman walked in hurriedly, not wearing a kimono, but a Western-style skirt suit. After greeting her, Hoshino went straight to the head of the table and knelt down. She then bowed slightly and greeted Fujiwara Izaya and Kasahara Fukari.

"Hello, Acting Director Fujiwara, hello, Ms. Kasahara."

"You're welcome," Mrs. Hoshimi said casually, then explained to Fujiwara Izaya, "This is Director Ota of the Dispatch Department."

"Hello, Director Ota," Fujiwara Izaya replied politely.

Kasahara Fukari didn't react much, only glancing lightly at Fujiwara Izaya's face.

But she didn't say anything, leaving Fujiwara Izaya full of questions. Now that the important business was about to begin, he couldn't very well go over and ask her, so he could only sit there and wait for time to pass.

Seated in the central seat at the head of the table, Mrs. Hoshimi's gaze swept leisurely across the room. Her eyes, devoid of emotion, were incredibly clear, and her beautiful face showed no trace of time.

"Gentlemen, before we begin the tea party, let's discuss some miscellaneous matters."

Her voice was clear and cool, flowing gently through the hearts of everyone present.

As expected of a high-ranking person who has held a high position for many years, her voice, full of feminine charm, seemed to calm and soothe even the loudest noise in the world in the instant of the collision.

Looking at the now quiet crowd, Mrs. Hoshimi smiled coolly and spoke slowly: "Over the past year and a half, there has been a shortage of Huangsong jade raw materials, and there is currently no stock available in the Tokyo market. Please tell us what exactly happened."

Director Da Tian stood up and gave a brief overview of the shortage and the estimated time required for restocking. Only at the very end did he reveal the key point: "According to the Enforcement Division's investigation, an unidentified group is buying up yellow jade from all over the place. They buy it regardless of price or quality."

"Where did this power come from?" Mrs. Hoshimi asked.

“We can’t find out,” Director Da Tian said in a low voice, clearly somewhat reserved. “The other party is very cautious. The way they traded was just like a drug deal, leaving absolutely no clues. The Enforcement Division pretended to spread the word to lure them to come and make the purchase, but either they were exposed, or the other party escaped during the arrest. We currently have no leads.”

"Okay, find a seat." Mrs. Hoshimi said calmly.

After Director Ota took his seat, she looked around the room and spoke in a kind tone: "The main reason for having Director Ota speak is to remind everyone: if you have any clues, please report them immediately. At the same time, hold onto your Huang Songyu tightly and don't be greedy for short-term gains, lest you suffer devastating losses in the future!"

As he finished speaking, a loud bang rang out, creating a shockwave.

The air currents lifted her skirt, causing Mrs. Hoshimi's jet-black hair to flutter, her expression dignified and imposing.

"Please rest assured, Chairman Hoshimi!" the people at the table assured in unison.

“Good!” Mrs. Hoshimi lowered her gaze. The next second, she suddenly smiled, as if she had forgotten how terrible she had been just now, and greeted everyone with a pleasant expression: “Everyone, have some tea, have some snacks, and chat about something pleasant.”

The atmosphere in the tea room relaxed a little, and everyone talked about interesting things, discussed flower arranging and tea ceremony, and joked about what interesting things had happened in which family.

Everyone present was a person of status, and they could talk eloquently about flower arrangement, tea ceremony, and incense ceremony. Mrs. Hoshimi greeted everyone as the hostess.

The tea room was filled with a peaceful atmosphere.

Only three people felt bored.