I have an unlimited number of shikigami

"They're not young anymore."

"Um……"

“Fujiwara-kun,” Mrs. Kasahara said to Fujiwara Izaya, “please double the training and don’t neglect ideological education either. Please make sure that Xiangxiang realizes her mistakes.”

"Mom!" Kasahara Asuka looked up abruptly, as if a child sleeping soundly on his mother's lap had been startled by a train collision. She couldn't help but protest, "What, you can't..." However, she was stopped by Fujiwara Izaya and swallowed the words back down.

"I will." Fujiwara Izaya withdrew his hand from the back of Kasahara Asuka's head.

Not to be outdone, Mrs. Hoshimi said, "Rinko, please ask Fujiwara-kun to pay more attention as well."

"...?" Hoshimi Rinko was a little confused.

She's so smart, undoubtedly the number one genius, why would she need this scumbag to care?

Looking at the mother and daughter who were completely on different wavelengths, Mrs. Kasahara's smile suddenly took on a different meaning. She whispered a few words in her daughter's ear, and then her daughter's lips curled into a lewd and mischievous smile.

"Miko."

"Ok?"

"Let's go and take a look at the repairs on the ancient temple."

"What?" Mrs. Hoshimi looked puzzled. "Didn't you say we were on vacation and wouldn't get involved in these things?"

"As the chairperson, how can you only think about your own happiness!" Mrs. Kasahara said with a serious expression as she stood up. "Hurry up and pack your clothes, we need to stay at the temple for the night."

"Why do you always have to do things your way out of control..." Mrs. Hoshimi was both amused and exasperated, but she didn't disagree with the idea.

After the two ladies left, the moonlight became even dimmer.

The sky was filled with churning dark clouds, like rain clouds for a thunderstorm, and the sea breeze blowing in became much more humid.

After taking a shower, Hoshimi Rinko emerged from the hallway wearing a light blue nightgown, her slender, bare feet gliding across the floor. Fujiwara Izaya leaned against a pillar, gazing at the crescent moon that was faintly visible overhead.

"Aren't you going to sleep yet?" Hoshimi Rinko sat down next to him.

She had a slender waist, and when she sat down and stretched out her legs, her fair and delicate calves were incredibly smooth.

"Ah, I'm thinking about some things."

"That woman in the latex suit?"

“Hmm…right, I don’t know if you noticed,” Fujiwara Izaya smiled, tilting his head back, the moonlit sky above neatly cut off by the eaves, “I have a feeling that two women are plotting something, probably targeting me…”

Hoshimi Rinko remained silent for a moment, placing her hands on the wooden floor of the corridor before finally speaking: "Actually, you're just too much of a jerk, otherwise you wouldn't have so many worries." Her voice was calm and open, as ethereal and pure as the crescent moon she was gazing at.

“I know.” Fujiwara Izaya gazed at the night sky, where the moon was hazy and hidden behind a patch of dark clouds. “It’s the same for you, Senpai. I often think how wonderful it would be if I could see you every day.”

The tranquil night, the calm sounds—it wasn't as dramatic as I'd imagined, but there was a sense of mutual understanding between us.

Is this a confession...? Hoshimi Rinko laughed.

She rarely smiled so beautifully, like a graceful daffodil.

"The choice is now mine," Hoshimi Rinko said, her expression seemingly filled with some secret joy.

“You’re so smart, you must have guessed it. My situation is quite complicated…” Fujiwara Izaya smiled and tilted his head to look at her. “Emotional matters are minor. The main thing is that I’m not sure how much longer I can stay.”

"That's sophistry."

"Haha, yes, yes, it's just sophistry."

“It’s a pity we couldn’t see the fireworks,” Hoshimi Rinko said with a smile, looking down. “Otherwise, we could have relived last year’s scene.”

“Last year?” Fujiwara Izaya thought for a moment and said, “Last year’s senior was just a flat-chested, sharp-tongued rich girl, with nothing attractive about her.”

"now what?"

"It's still the same now, they haven't grown up at all."

Hoshimi Rinko raised her foot and angrily kicked him down.

"We were talking properly, why did you kick me!" Fujiwara Izaya complained, getting up and brushing the dirt off his body.

"Boom—"

A thunderclap exploded overhead, and the electric lights on the eaves flickered.

"Why didn't it strike you dead?" Hoshimi Rinko said regretfully, her long, slender fingers outstretched as if shielding her from lightning. Fujiwara Izaya saw the shadow of her fingers reflected on her face in the instant the lightning struck, and a smile spread across her lips.

"Lightning won't kill me," Fujiwara Izaya said, strolling around the courtyard with his hands behind his back.

Hoshimi Rinko jumped down and followed behind him.

It's going to rain soon, and the rich aroma of earth and the fragrance of grass and trees fill the air.

"What are you doing wandering around so late at night?" she asked.

"Can't I like beautiful pine trees?" Fujiwara Izaya said, looking around. The pine trees in the garden were neatly trimmed, their trunks almost uniform in thickness, sturdy and straight.

“These pine trees were all pruned by hand,” said Rinko Hoshimi.

"Oh?"

"Compared to that, I still prefer the primeval forest. This dojo, well, it's like they're making paper cutouts..."

"Senior," Fujiwara Izaya asked with amusement, "do you like mountains and forests?"

"Yes." Hoshimi Rinko nodded. "I like it."

Fujiwara Izaya laughed and said, "Then you've already fallen for half of me."

"?" Hoshimi Rinko tilted her head slightly to look at him.

This puzzled look was the second most beautiful expression Fujiwara Izaya had ever seen; the first was Olaf's.

“You’ll find out later,” Fujiwara Izaya said. “When I leave, I won’t hide anything from you then.”

"That's really heartbreaking to hear." Hoshimi Rinko's expression was calm, showing no sign of anything amiss.

Thunder rumbled again from afar, and the courtyard suddenly darkened under the damp, black moonlight.

"It's going to rain suddenly," Fujiwara Izaya said.

The moment the words were spoken, rainwater seeped through the needles at the tips of the pine trees, and large droplets of water fell down.

"It's all your fault, I just finished showering..." Hoshimi Rinko said with a smile in her bright, clear eyes, "But then again, on this summer night with a thunderstorm, walking together in the pine forest is quite pleasant!"

"Senior, could you please hide here?" Fujiwara Izaya said, spreading his arms wide and arching his back slightly.

Hoshimi Rinko crawled under his chest.

Fujiwara Izaya's broad chest almost completely covered her body.

"Please curl up, senior."

"Isn't that enough?"

"They haven't even been put up yet."

"You're trying to take advantage of me."

"correct."

"...You scoundrel!"

Rinko Hoshimi, still wearing her pajamas and barefoot, bit her lower lip angrily.

The rain intensified, accompanied by terrifying thunder and lightning, accompanied by deafening roars that seemed to shake the very heavens and earth.

“Fujiwara,” Hoshimi Rinko said anxiously, curling up into a ball, “It looks like lightning is about to strike.”

"It might come flying at us. But it won't hit our heads," Fujiwara Izaya said, covering her body even more tightly.

In the falling rain, Hoshimi Rinko felt the lingering warmth on her skin, and her childlike, pure heart surged with emotion. For some reason, she felt so ashamed that she couldn't even straighten her knees.

Raindrops pattered on the tips of the pine trees, making a soft rustling sound. Each flash of lightning illuminated the pine trees around them, and at those moments, Fujiwara Izaya, with his head bowed, would catch a glimpse of his senior's delicate collarbone peeking out from under her collar.

and also.

She had just taken a shower, and it seemed like she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

Although small, it has a beautiful shape and looks very elegant as it hangs quietly on the heart.

"Anyway, I've seen through you. You never tell the truth. I'll never believe you again. By the way, you said you like watching Yukio Mishima. That can't be fake too, can it? It must be fake. Someone as lewd as you should be watching Junichi Watanabe..." Hoshimi Rinko mumbled a lot of things. She wanted to say something to comfort herself... but instead, she couldn't suppress her shyness, and her voice grew softer and softer.

“I have read Junichi Watanabe.” Fujiwara Izaya resisted the urge to pull her into his arms, letting the rain patter against his back. “Oh, by the way, the heroine in *Paradise Lost* is also named Rinko. It’s a pity, senpai, you’re just a young girl. If you were a young woman having an affair like Rinko in Junichi Watanabe’s stories… oh dear—”

Hoshimi Rinko stomped hard on the back of his foot.

"You're so annoying," she said, pursing her soft, cherry-colored lips, revealing two dimples on her cheeks. After sulking for a moment, she looked up and her bright face broke into a smile. "Go back, take a shower, change your clothes, and we'll have a good talk tonight!"

“Okay.” Fujiwara Izaya protected her and walked into the courtyard.

Thunder rumbled overhead.

Despite it being summer, the sudden rain brought a chill, but Fujiwara Izaya's body heat still spread from their backs, which occasionally brushed against each other, and penetrated deeply into Hoshimi Rinko's heart.

It was an indescribable warmth that made Hoshimi Rinko feel very comfortable, so she decided to go to her junior's room tonight, have a heart-to-heart talk with him, and make him completely infatuated with her, to the point where he couldn't control himself.

Back inside the house, the two parted ways in the hallway.

Fujiwara Izaya arrived at the door, intending to grab his clothes to take a bath.

Open the door.

blinked.

He slammed the door shut.

"Am I missing my aunt too much...?"

He touched his head, rubbed his eyes, and then pushed open the door to take a look.

The white round table reflected the light from the ceiling. A slender woman's cigarette burned in the glass ashtray on the table, the filter stained with lipstick. Xia Xili stretched out her long legs and took off her black stockings.

Beside her was Kasahara Fukari, who was tall and had long legs.

The black suit paired with a tight mini skirt and high heels accentuated her fuller bust and hips compared to the average standard.

Burning Words

“You guys…” Fujiwara Izaya opened his mouth, feeling a little thirsty.

"Come in." Xia Xili beckoned to him with her finger.

"Why are you here..." Fujiwara Izaya stepped into the house and closed the sliding door behind him.