I have an unlimited number of shikigami

The water on the kettle had boiled. Fujiwara Izaya removed the lid and sat there listlessly, feeling bored. He turned to look at Kasahara Fukare, who was equally bored. The indoor lights had suddenly become brighter, illuminating her fair and slender neck beneath her kimono, making her waist appear so delicate and shapely that one wanted to reach out and pull her into their arms.

As he looked at her, Kasahara Fukari gave him a subtle glare, so he had no choice but to turn his head to look at his senior's waist, which was also cinched by a belt.

As a tea room, the lighting perfectly complemented the senior student's youthful radiance. Her delicate nose and charming little lips were captivating, giving her a fresh and lively appearance. Her hands, resting peacefully on her knees, seemed to have gardenias gracefully blooming at her fingertips.

"Stepping on Stars"

“Fujiwara-san,” Hoshimi Rinko warned in a low voice, “please take that lewd look out of your eyes.”

"How boring..." Fujiwara Izaya sighed.

“Why would you come here if you’re bored!” Hoshimi Rinko glanced at him sideways. “Besides, it’s probably not that your life is boring, but that you’re pursuing a boring life.”

As he pondered this question, Fujiwara Izaya entered a state of enlightenment.

"Perhaps, as you say, it's not that my life is boring, but that I'm pursuing a boring life. People want to escape from boredom, but I want to delve deeper into it, like driving a train backwards on the tracks. So, I deserve to complain when life gets boring, like complaining about my wife leaving me."

"...?"

It took Hoshimi Rinko a long time to understand what he meant. She tilted her head slightly and looked at him with an expression that seemed to say, "Did your brain grow out of thin air to gain weight?"

"And another thing, I'm reminded of a saying!" Fujiwara Izaya continued, "Even a god would flee in the face of boredom!"

Rinko Hoshimi thought for a moment, then asked uncertainly, "Nietzsche?"

"Senior is so smart!" Fujiwara Rinya gave a thumbs up.

“Of course.” Hoshimi Rinko looked very proud, her cheeks flushed with a beautiful color, and cute dimples appeared.

There were some pastries on the table. She picked one up and gave it to Fujiwara Izaya, then took one for herself. As she ate, she asked, "Is the construction of Asakusa Shrine finished yet?"

"The main hall is almost finished, but the other supporting facilities are not yet available."

"When will you take me to visit?"

"After summer vacation." Fujiwara Izaya took a bite of the pastry in his hand, then choked. Wiping away his tears, he picked up the pastry to examine it; it was green and smelled of wasabi.

“It’s wasabi crackers!” Rinko Hoshimi covered her lips with the back of her hand and let out a smug laugh.

"Next time I'll let you try wasabi ice cream!" Fujiwara Izaya glared at her.

Hoshimi Rinko pouted, her eyes curving into crescents: "When you're threatening someone, you need to act more assertive!"

How would you say it in a more assertive way?

"Uh, for example... don't look so sad, it's just wasabi ice cream, it's not like you'll die..."

"Senior, you're so cute, you don't sound domineering at all when you say things."

"That's right, what should we do?" Hoshimi Rinko asked, her eyebrows dancing with excitement, seemingly without any shame.

"Let me do it."

Fujiwara Izaya cleared his throat, leaned close to her ear, but remained silent for a long time.

Hoshimi Rinko ate her wasabi cracker in small bites, waiting intently.

Watching her chew the biscuit, her throat slowly moving, just as she was about to swallow, Fujiwara Izaya seized the opportunity and maliciously whispered in her ear, "Asuka NTR'd you!"

“…Ahem.” Hoshimi Rinko coughed a few times, her delicate face instantly turning red.

Seeing that this tactic worked, Fujiwara Izaya remained calm and continued, "Eri Fuka is going to NTR you too!"

"..."

The muscles in the senior student's face began to twitch.

"Actually, Kawashima Miki was the first person to NTR you."

"..." Hoshimi Rinko lowered her head, covered her mouth with her small hands, and trembled.

"Oh, and also, actually my aunt is older than my senior..."

"Ugh...cough cough...uh..."

"What's wrong with the senior?"

“Uh…” Hoshimi Rinko covered her throat with both hands.

"Be careful not to choke to death..." Fujiwara Izaya gently patted her back.

"You, I, I'll kill you..." Hoshimi Rinko felt like she was about to die, desperately banging her head against his chest, her small hands reaching out to grab his collar and shaking him violently. In this completely unladylike behavior that she had never shown before, the senior thought to herself: Junior is the most annoying man in the whole world...

The couple's strange behavior caught the attention of Mrs. Hoshimi.

She turned her head and saw her daughter shyly curled up in Fujiwara Izaya's arms, her clear eyes glistening with tears, as if she had feelings that words could not express.

And the daughter was indeed too shy to speak, her face flushed red, and she was panting with "haha" sounds.

Mrs. Hoshimi's heart stirred slightly, and she frowned slightly, thinking that this would not do. As her mother, she had to help her daughter... If the chairman knew why her daughter was like this, it would probably be a different story.

"Rinko~" her mother said slowly, "Please get Fujiwara-kun a cup of tea."

"Mom, I, waah..." Hoshimi Rinko blushed, wanting to accuse her junior, but her throat was choked by wasabi and she couldn't speak. Her posture was comical like never before, but Fujiwara Izaya thought it was cute.

"Don't be shy." Mrs. Hoshimi looked at her daughter with an all-knowing gaze. "Tonight you are the host, and it is only right that you personally entertain Fujiwara-kun."

"I, cough cough, no, oh, Mom, you..."

"If you don't entertain Fujiwara-kun, Mom will do it herself."

"?"

Chapter 117. After the tea party, I had McDonald's with my sister, Eri Fukamoto.

The tea room was brightly lit, and people were moving around.

Hoshimi Rinko nodded slightly to Fujiwara Izaya, her movements appearing elegant and dignified, but in her heart she was already cursing him to death.

“Rinko,” Mrs. Hoshimi glanced at the tea set on the tea table, her gaze falling on a pair of teacups, “use these Karatsu ceramic bowls to serve tea to Fujiwara-kun.”

Fujiwara Izaya looked at the pair of Karatsu ceramic bowls.

The black Oribe tea bowl features a design of tender thorn buds painted in black glaze on the white glaze of the front, evoking a sense of rustic charm.

"Eh~"

Rinko Hoshimi responded.

A small, fair hand reached out and used a bamboo brush to stir the contents of a small, cylindrical teacup, seemingly cleaning it.

“It’s a fine teacup.” Fujiwara Izaya sat down next to her, looking at her small hands. “Sturdy and elegant, it must be the work of a master craftsman.”

"Does Fujiwara-kun also know about the tea ceremony?" Mrs. Hoshimi asked with a hint of curiosity.

"I've been exposed to it since I was little," Fujiwara Izaya replied obediently.

Mrs. Hoshimi smiled and said, "Then please give your opinion on Rinko's tea-making skills."

"I'm watching it now!" As Fujiwara Izaya spoke, his gaze was fixed on Hoshimi Rinko from the side. He saw his senior kneeling down, her rounded shoulders hunched forward, making her fair neck appear even longer and more striking.

The leaves of the bamboo, which are displayed indoors, cast shadows on her collar, illuminating the part of her slender neck above the collar.

Stared at by her junior, Hoshimi Rinko used all her skills, moving with light and elegant movements, to clean the matching water jug, teaspoon, and handle spoon with a round bamboo brush.

Beside her, Kasahara Fukaeri simply brewed herself a cup of tea, drank it, and then put the cup back on the table.

She was using a Shino ware teacup with a faint red hue peeking through its white glaze. When you looked closely, the red seemed to emerge beautifully from the white glaze.

and.

There's a touch of light pink on the rim of the teacup, which makes it appear even darker.

That's probably where the lips touch... Fujiwara Izaya stared at it for a few moments, and as he observed it, the light pink color vividly turned red, presumably because the lipstick had deepened in color after the teacup cooled down.

"Eh……"

Hoshimi Rinko groaned in dissatisfaction, stretching her long, slender neck to look up at Fujiwara Izaya.

"Oh, I was thinking about something." Fujiwara Izaya quickly looked back and met her eyes.

Her dark eyes, almost filling their entire sockets, were bright and sparkling, incredibly beautiful. The light was the flickering candlelight; the tea room had an open window, and whenever a breeze blew in, the candlelight would flash across her face, vaguely illuminating the area around her eyes. And the moment her eyes overlapped with the candlelight, she looked like a bewitching and beautiful firefly dancing in the night.

This breathtaking sight made Fujiwara Izaya subconsciously say, "How wonderful it would be if I could see those eyes of yours every morning when I wake up."

How good can it be to be sleepy-eyed?

Hoshimi Rinko's fingertips trembled slightly as she added tea leaves to the teapot, her dark eyes making her eyebrows and lips even more beautiful.

The tea leaves absorbed the hot water, releasing polyphenols and a delicate aroma. Hoshimi Rinko rinsed away the tea foam, slowly poured the filtered tea into a Karatsu ceramic cup, and gracefully presented it to Fujiwara Izaya.

"Fujiwara-kun, please."

The candlelight flickered as Fujiwara Izaya gazed at her now obedient appearance.

Bathed in the light of the sliding door projecting the tender leaves, the gold paper crane magazine on the collar and shoulders of her long-sleeved kimono shimmered, as if it were about to come alive and dance. Her elegant, ethereal face radiated a beauty that seemed almost translucent.

Mrs. Hoshimi looked at her daughter's unprecedentedly gentle demeanor, her lips twitched slightly, she wanted to laugh but held it back.

“Fujiwara-kun,” she said in a kind voice, “why don’t you take Rinko’s tea?”

Fujiwara Izaya took the teacup with both hands and took a small sip.

"How is it?" Mrs. Hoshimi asked.

“Hmm, Rinko’s tea-making technique is simple and elegant,” Fujiwara Rinya said, holding up his teacup and gazing at his senior. “The fragrant tea, brewed by her, has a pure and genuine aroma. Taking a small sip and savoring it, it’s as if I’m standing on the edge of a valley in the early morning, watching a hundred cranes fluttering in the morning mist.”

All the female guests in the room turned their attention to Hoshimi Rinko, revealing expressions of realization.

Fujiwara Rin didn't know what they had learned either.

Anyway, he just said it offhand and didn't take responsibility for it or offer any explanation.

“Rinko,” Mrs. Hoshimi said to her daughter with a smile, “you can also use the other Karatsu ceramic bowl to make yourself a cup of tea.”

Hoshimi Rinko had no idea what her mother was planning, so she picked up another black teacup and prepared the tea with perfect technique. Her posture from chest to knees was flawless, which revealed her elegant demeanor.

She finished her tea and placed the teacup on the table.

It happened to be next to Fujiwara Izaya's teacup, round like two people standing side by side.

"Sit down next to Fujiwara-kun," Mrs. Hoshimi instructed again.

Hoshimi Rinko had no choice but to shift her knees and kneel side by side with Fujiwara Izaya, with two fists' width between their shoulders.

"Closer."