I have an unlimited number of shikigami

A moment later, footsteps sounded behind her. Turning around, she saw Hoshimi Rinko walking towards her, wearing a crisp white shirt and a light blue long skirt, accompanied by her stylishly dressed young mother.

The mother and daughter had very little exposed skin, but they looked very refreshing and exuded a cool feeling.

Against the summer breeze, Mrs. Hoshimi came to his side and followed his gaze: "Looking at daffodils?"

“Beautiful daffodils,” Fujiwara Izaya said to his wife who had come to his side, “remind me of my sister’s younger sister, a girl named Rinko.”

Why can't I think of my sister?

"Because my sister is here."

“Rinko,” Mrs. Hoshimi turned to look at her daughter and warned, “This child is too dishonest; be careful she doesn’t get fooled.”

Hoshimi Rinko followed their gaze and looked over, where pure white daffodils swayed in the wind.

"Why did you think of me?" she asked.

“This flower looks elegant and has an ethereal quality. It’s just like my senior.” After saying that, Fujiwara Izaya looked at Mrs. Hoshimi and complained, “But she’s very elegant in front of others, but she’s always angry, fierce and unreasonable in front of me.”

Hoshimi Rinko tilted her head slightly: "Whose fault is it?"

Under the bright sunshine, with a gentle breeze rustling the shadows of the trees, the two smiled at each other by the shimmering Sumida River.

"Excuse me, could you please not treat Mom as an outsider?" Mrs. Hoshimi asked, feigning anger.

Rinko Hoshimi gave her mother a cold look.

“Fujiwara-kun,” Mrs. Hoshimi turned and shook Fujiwara Izaya’s shoulder, “how did you become friends with Rinko? Tell me quickly, I’m curious.”

mom!

The generations are all messed up!

Hoshimi Rinko didn't say anything or make a scene; she simply shifted her cold gaze to Fujiwara Izaya.

"What else can we do? If we're friends, then we're friends..." Fujiwara Rinya shook his head back and forth.

As the three were talking, a black Maybach pulled up beside them.

Mrs. Kasahara leaned against the driver's side window, smiling and waving: "Get in!"

Mrs. Hoshimi jumped into the passenger seat first.

Fujiwara Izaya glanced at the back row. Kasahara Asuka's charming yet innocent face had her eyes darting around slyly. She was definitely thinking of ways to torment Hoshimi, the loser, again.

"Isn't Fuka Eri here?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.

“Section Nine has official business to attend to; she’ll meet us in a few days.” Mrs. Kasahara tapped the steering wheel, her pretty face turned to the side. “Hurry up and get in the car; my sister can’t wait to go surfing!”

"Can I sit in the front...?"

The two ladies looked at him at the same time, their lips curling into kind smiles.

"Alright, all the oppression I've suffered will be taken out on your daughter..." Fujiwara Izaya obediently sat in the back seat, and the two ladies nodded in satisfaction.

After Hoshimi Rinko got into the car, Mrs. Kasahara started the engine and stepped on the gas.

The moment the car started, Fujiwara Rinya saw a figure in the rearview mirror—the curvaceous figure made it easy to tell it was a woman. She had short, neat hair and wore a khaki hat; a black T-shirt with the hem rolled up and tied in a knot, paired with denim shorts. Her full face wasn't visible through her sunglasses, but the rearview mirror revealed a malicious smirk on her face.

It's my aunt—

Fujiwara Rinya had a bad feeling.

My aunt might cause some big news during this trip to Nanyindou.

"senior--"

Kasahara Asuka moved closer to him.

The T-shirt she was wearing had a very short hem, so her belly button would be exposed if she moved a little. She was wearing hot pants, and her thighs were bare.

"Hmm?" Fujiwara Izaya turned his head.

"Asuka gets carsick." Kasahara Asuka reached out and gently brushed aside his bangs.

"Then close your eyes and take a nap." Fujiwara Izaya held her hand; it was warm and petite, and it felt very comfortable to hold.

"I want you to hold Asuka while I sleep, senpai." Asuka Kasahara winked at him.

With each blink, her soft, long eyelashes trembled, making her look very lively.

Fujiwara Izaya glanced at Hoshimi Rinko out of the corner of his eye.

The senior student leaned against the car window with one hand and opened "Yin Dou's Dancing Girl" on her lap with the other. She was so engrossed in reading that she seemed unaware of the commotion around her.

"Go to sleep." Fujiwara Izaya quietly put his arm around his junior's waist.

"Hehe~"

Kasahara Asuka gave a quirky smile.

Whether she was genuinely carsick or faking it was unclear, but she leaned her entire weight on Fujiwara Izaya's shoulder, breathing quietly through her nose. Her warm breath landed evenly and subtly on his shoulder blade. Looking down, one could see the cream-colored straps peeking out from the loose neckline of her T-shirt, and her delicate bra covering her burgeoning breasts.

As a mountain god, Fujiwara Izaya loves mountains the most.

The Maybach moved forward smoothly and quickly, gradually moving away from Tokyo.

The buildings on both sides of the highway became increasingly low and small, and after entering Yokohama, pastoral scenery began to appear outside the car window.

The two ladies in the front row were looking at the back seat through the rearview mirror and exchanging glances.

'Isn't Asuka immune to motion sickness?'

'Today's limited edition motion sickness treatment!'

'Too cunning!'

Hehe~

'You and your daughter are alike!'

'Aren't you and your daughter exactly the same?'

“Rinko…” Mrs. Hoshimi turned around and glanced at her daughter, who was engrossed in her book.

"Hmm?" Hoshimi Rinko looked up.

“Look at the mountains outside,” Mrs. Hoshimi said, exchanging glances with her daughter.

Hoshimi Rinko glanced out the window: "Oh, it's a mountain."

After saying that, she lowered her head again, letting her thoughts continue to wander through the Nanyin beans in the warm spring season, following Kawabata Yasunari's words.

Silence returned to the car.

Fujiwara Izaya also glanced out the window.

We're almost out of Yokohama now. Outside the window, the endless, lush mountains and forests stretch out, towering peaks pressing against the guardrails on both sides of the highway, and the dark tunnels are filled with bright orange lights.

"..." Mrs. Hoshimi rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on.

"Haha..." Mrs. Kasahara laughed very happily.

"Hmm—" Mrs. Hoshimi made a meaningful sound, then said to Fujiwara Izaya in the back row, "Can't you have some self-control? Don't let the little fox seduce you and make you forget everything!"

"Don't talk and it will affect my driving." Mrs. Kasahara pretended to be focused on driving, cutting off their conversation.

"Traffic safety is the most important thing." Fujiwara Izaya could only smile apologetically.

"You two are in cahoots!" Mrs. Hoshimi muttered in dissatisfaction, then looked at her daughter, "Rinko, if you keep embarrassing your mother like this, I'll have to earn my own respect."

"Ha ha……"

Mrs. Kasahara burst into laughter again.

I almost accidentally crashed the car into the highway guardrail.

Fujiwara Izaya tilted his head slightly, intending to see his senior's expression.

But then the Maybach entered the tunnel, and the brightness inside the car suddenly decreased. In the fleeting light outside the window, the senior's beauty was truly otherworldly and independent.

Emerging from the tunnel, the train carriage was once again illuminated.

The shimmering sea was already visible outside the car window.

"Senior~"

"Ok?"

"Hmm, ya..."

A string of incomprehensible murmurs.

He was talking in his sleep.

Fujiwara Izaya took her small hand and gently rubbed it.

The sixteen-year-old girl's slender hands were so soft they seemed boneless. Her fingers were white and delicate, clearly untouched by rough work, and her nails were meticulously manicured and painted with pale pink nail polish. Her small hand rested gently on his large one, a heartwarming and touching scene. In her sleep, she seemed less lively and mischievous, appearing quite childlike, her rounded earlobes peeking out like tiny mushrooms from between her orange hair.

Fujiwara Izaya suddenly felt very happy.

He has two beautiful girls.

One has orange hair, and the other has black hair.

Both of them are potential partners for him.

But he also had the troubles of youth.

He is destined to leave someday in the near future.

Are they willing to go together?

That's uncertain.

Therefore, he needs to be more cautious.

This isn't about being indecisive; it's about taking responsibility before revealing one's identity to them.

After the Maybach entered the Ata region, the highway continued to wind and twist between the cliffs, with the azure sea below.

Besides Mrs. Kasahara who was driving, Hoshimi and her daughter also fell asleep. Fujiwara Izaya looked out the window for a while and then fell asleep without realizing it.

But he hadn't slept for long when he suddenly felt a snake crawling on his body.

The moment I opened my eyes, I met Kasahara Asuka's clear eyes, which were full of puppy-like mischievous malice, showing no sign of motion sickness whatsoever.

Her slender, delicate hands were sliding between Fujiwara Izaya's thighs.