I have an unlimited number of shikigami

"Ah, the room is a mess, why don't we go to the restaurant instead!..." Fujiwara Izaya's smile was rather awkward.

However, the moment she stepped in, Hoshimi Rinko frowned deeply.

“Fujiwara-san,” she turned around, looking at Fujiwara Izaya with a stern gaze, “another woman just came in here, didn’t she?”

"Ah, what are you saying?" Fujiwara Izaya quickly shook his head. "Both chairpersons have gone out, so it's just you and Asuka here... Asuka couldn't possibly have sneaked in behind your back!"

Hoshimi Rinko stared at him for a long time as if he were an idiot, then pointed under the bed: "What's that?"

“Oh, that’s mine…” Fujiwara Izaya’s expression froze the moment he turned his head away.

In his line of sight, a pair of thin black stockings were draped over his shirt, exuding an air of mockery.

It's a dark room.

Ok……

Let's see tomorrow.

Chapter 128. A tense night, the junior student sneaks into the house!

"You're saying those black stockings are yours?"

"..."

"You have this kind of fetish?"

"..." Fujiwara Izaya's face flushed a little.

"I don't really care, but if strangers see you like this, they might think you're a pervert. Be careful!" Hoshimi Rinko smiled elegantly, walked to the bedside, bent down to pick up the pair of black stockings, and turned back to ask, "You're not a pervert, are you?"

“I don’t think so…” Fujiwara Izaya scratched his head.

Hoshimi Rinko, hands in her short skirt pockets, looked around amusedly: "Hey, you woman, listen to me, your stockings are still warm, so you definitely haven't gone far. Why are you staring at this place like that? Come out, let's have a proper chat?"

"There's no one here..." Fujiwara Izaya was a little uneasy, so he quickly took out some black tea from the cardboard box she had brought and brewed it in a cup on the table.

Hoshimi Rinko sat down at the small table, biting her lip and staring at the surface: "Are those stockings Eri Fukamoto's?"

At that moment, Fujiwara Izaya also noticed the cigarette butt left on the table. It was a slender women's cigarette with lipstick marks on the filter. After a moment's thought, he nodded and replied, "Yes, it belongs to Ms. Fuka Eri."

Inside the wardrobe, Kasahara Fukaeri's brows furrowed suddenly.

"Hey, that's great news..." Xia Xili said softly, "I've always thought Fuka Eri was a good match, why don't you go out and acknowledge her?"

A hint of excitement could be faintly heard in her voice. Kasahara Fukaeri turned her head and looked at her with a cold gaze that seemed to say, "I have no interest in this kind of thing."

Xia Xili smiled slightly and said nothing more.

Inside the wardrobe, all was silent. Outside, Hoshimi Rinko put down her black stockings, boldly crossed her legs, sat down, and took a delightful sip of the freshly brewed black tea.

Her legs are beautiful.

Also, she was wearing a loose-fitting, open-front black short-sleeved shirt.

With just a slight shift of Fujiwara Izaya's gaze, one could catch a glimpse of that small, rounded, girlish figure.

“Oh, right,” Hoshimi Rinko suddenly spoke up, “that person in the latex suit is Fuka Eri, isn’t she?”

"Yes, it's her!" Fujiwara Izaya followed up on her words. "She came here just now to talk to me about tonight. She took off her stockings casually. I'm definitely not a pervert!"

"Come on, I know what kind of person you are." Hoshimi Rinko said in a tone that sounded like she knew him very well. "Given your obsession with smells, if I hadn't come, you would definitely have grabbed someone's socks and started sniffing them."

"..." Fujiwara Izaya was speechless.

Honestly, being sensitive to smells is innate. He really just wanted to remember the smells, he's not a pervert! Why don't people believe him?

It was raining outside the window as the two of them drank red tea.

“Eh, Fujiwara,” after a moment of silence, Hoshimi Rinko suddenly said, as if she had just remembered something, “Why did you join Section 9?”

"It's a job," Fujiwara Izaya said. "The work is easy, and the pay is decent, so I joined."

"Not for Eri Fuka?"

"Why bother for her?"

"Her legs are beautiful."

"..." Fujiwara Rin didn't quite understand why she suddenly brought this up. Holding the cup in both hands, she shifted her position and stared into her eyes. "There are plenty of women with beautiful legs in this world. I can't possibly get close to every single one of them, can I?"

“Hmm, that makes sense.” Hoshimi Rinko pondered for a moment, then suddenly smiled elegantly. “However, when dealing with you, we might as well assume the worst.”

"At your age, why do you have such 'pessimistic' thoughts!" Fujiwara Izaya finished his black tea and placed the empty cup on the coffee table. "You should look at me with an eye for beauty. At least I have many good points, the greatest of which is honesty..."

Hoshimi Rinko didn't listen to him. Instead, she murmured, "pessimistic, pessimistic, only looking at the dark side of the world..." She repeated this several times, then raised her face and stared intently at Fujiwara Izaya. "I'm eighteen, so I might not be considered mature yet. But if I'm a pessimistic person, then all the non-pessimistic adults in the world are monsters!"

“Hmm, that makes sense.” Fujiwara Izaya nodded silently.

Despite being so badly persecuted by Asuka, the senior still maintained strong confidence and an elegant demeanor. In this respect, she is indeed not a pessimist; on the contrary, she is very positive and optimistic, which is commendable.

“Hey, Fujiwara…” Hoshimi Rinko cleared her throat.

Fujiwara Izaya looked over.

She bit her lower lip slightly, seemingly organizing her thoughts. Looking closer, the senior student possessed a dignified and beautiful appearance, attractive enough to win everyone's favor. Especially her eyes, always so clear and sparkling.

"How far have things progressed between you and Asuka?" Hoshimi Rinko asked.

"Uh, it's not at the point of kissing yet..." Fujiwara Izaya answered cautiously.

"Besides Asuka, who else are there?"

"It's a long story, a very long one. Anyway, if anything happens, I'll definitely tell you as soon as possible."

“There’s no need to argue with me,” Hoshimi Rinko said in a cold voice. “I’m just your senior, not your wife. But there’s something I need to tell you: there’s something wrong with you.”

“Maybe.” Fujiwara Izaya looked at her.

Beneath the faint smile, as if enveloped by an aurora borealis, lay the clear, polar-ice-like eyes of two children. Outside, the rain continued to fall, and thunder rumbled intermittently, its sounds seeming to emanate from a distant world.

"If things continue like this, even if you encounter serious misfortune in the future, it will probably be your own fault. I think you have always had a fundamental problem that attracts all sorts of troubles like a magnet. Therefore, shrewd women all want to run away from you as soon as possible."

"Didn't you not run away, senior?" Fujiwara Izaya asked, amused.

"I'm an idiot, okay!" Hoshimi Rinko couldn't help but smile.

Fujiwara Izaya clapped his hands lightly: "Clear self-awareness!"

Rinko Hoshimi smiled faintly and said, "But I'm smart most of the time."

“Actually, apart from when she’s in front of me, all my seniors are very smart.” Fujiwara Izaya said, admiring her elegant face with relish. “The first time I saw my senior, I made up my mind to find a woman who was just as beautiful and go back to the mountains to grow vegetables with me.”

What vegetables should we plant?

"Anything is fine, eggplant, cabbage, tomatoes, and maybe raise some ducks too."

"Why not raise chickens?"

"Ducks can lead us to find loaches, shrimp, and crabs in the paddy fields, but chickens can't, because chickens are afraid of water."

The two drifted further and further into conversation, eventually culminating in discussions about how to grow potatoes and make natto.

Inside the closet, Kasahara Fukari felt increasingly uneasy listening to what was going on, and quietly asked Natsuki Ruri beside her, "I don't understand, but is it really okay for two teenagers of the opposite sex to meet up in the middle of the night and talk about this kind of thing?"

Xia Xili peeked at them through the gap in the wardrobe, then glanced at Kasahara Fukae a few times, seemingly lost in thought.

"This is what liking someone is," she murmured.

Kasahara Fukari stared straight at her, her eyes filled with incomprehension.

"It's like a tree, where the buds only grow at night..." Xia Xili said with an air of experience, "By the time you realize it, the buds have already covered the branches, and that's how you fall in love with it."

"How can I tell if I like someone..." Kasahara Fukari fell into deep thought again.

“It’s very simple, just some physical contact.” Xia Xili blinked her delicate eyelashes and smiled confidently. “For example, you can hold his hand and then ask yourself: Does it feel good? If it does, then he likes you. If not, then it’s hopeless.”

Kasahara Fukaeri withdrew her gaze.

Just then, the conversation outside the wardrobe was interrupted by what sounded like someone knocking on the door.

"Senior, senior, senior—"

Asuka Kasahara's voice is as lively as a little parrot's.

"This is going to be good." Xia Xili looked on excitedly, as if she didn't want anything to go wrong. "My older sister is here, my aunt is here, and my senior is here. Now, let's see how this flirtatious brat deals with his little devil junior."

"..." Kasahara Fukari felt that things were starting to get complicated.

Outside the wardrobe, Hoshimi Rinko's expression turned cold.

After giving Fujiwara Izaya a warning look, she looked left and right before finally walking towards the wardrobe.

"...Don't go to the closet!" Fujiwara Izaya tried to save himself.

however.

The senior student ignored him.

I walked up to the wardrobe and swung it open.

Four eyes versus two eyes.

Hoshimi Rinko remained silent for a long time.

Before crawling into the cabinet, she glanced back at Fujiwara Izaya, her eyes flashing with terrifying murderous intent.

Haha, today is really interesting. I hope nothing bad happens... Fujiwara Izaya dragged his stiff steps over and opened the door.

"Senior is so slow."

The moment he finished speaking, the girl wrapped her small hands around his neck.

"Wait, wait..." Fujiwara Rin didn't dare to move, nor could he.

He felt a little nervous, but also a little excited. The emotions he had been feeling when the chestnuts were half-picked immediately returned, and his heart was beating very fast.

"It's just the two of us now." Kasahara Asuka stood on tiptoe, her pink lips breathing into his ear, "Tonight, senpai, you can't resist!"

A youthful and charming voice, words that, along with a warm and moist breath, quietly seeped into my ears.

Fujiwara Izaya felt as if he had been treated with an electric shock, and a shiver ran through his heart.

"This won't do." He remained rational.

"What do you mean no?" Kasahara Asuka asked sweetly in his ear, her expression both noble and authoritative. "Are you going to disobey my orders?"