I have an unlimited number of shikigami

"No, it wouldn't be good if someone found out..."

"It's just the two of us here."

There are so many people here that they could easily fill a mahjong table... Fujiwara Izaya began to struggle.

His movements made his reactions even more obvious. Kasahara Asuka noticed it and looked at him with a flushed face: "Senpai is very energetic!"

"Don't be so naughty at such a young age!" Fujiwara Rin didn't dare to move.

"Hehe," Kasahara Asuka hooked her arm around his neck and stood on tiptoe, "Senpai, don't you want to see what Asuka is wearing?"

Fujiwara Izaya looked down.

Her traditional white and pink-hipped shrine maiden attire, with gold lace embroidered on the collar and cuffs symbolizing power, made her look incredibly gorgeous. The already magnificent clothing, combined with the noble appearance she inherited from her mother, made Fujiwara Izaya momentarily feel as if he were seeing Mrs. Kasahara in her youth.

"These are Mommy's clothes," the mischievous junior girl said, biting her lower lip and looking at him timidly with her big, watery eyes. "And also, you just need to lift up the hem, senpai..."

"Ah, no, I'm going to get some water..." Fujiwara Izaya was about to turn and leave, but he couldn't take a step.

Because his legs were being held.

"Senpai!" Kasahara Asuka sat sideways on the floor, tightly hugging his thighs with both hands. "You're not going anywhere tonight!"

As she spoke, she pressed her face tightly against Fujiwara Izaya's thigh, looking like a pitiful little girl who had been abandoned by a scumbag.

"I just want a sip of water..." Fujiwara Izaya said, his head aching.

"I can only spend tonight with Asuka!" As she said this, Asuka Kasahara looked up at him with her big, watery eyes.

The clothes her mother wore were a bit too big and wrinkled. Despite this, she still looked like a charming, mature woman, exuding an air of haughty elegance. Even just sitting on the ground, her alluring collarbones were visible beneath her collar, and her slender, white legs were peeking out from under her shrine maiden skirt.

Looking at those delicate and noble features that were almost identical to her mother's, Fujiwara Izaya recalled those graceful, feminine curves.

Just imagining the demeanor of Chairman Kasa made his throat bob.

Kasahara Asuka tilted her head slightly, her eyes wide open, not blinking at all.

Although it wasn't a close-up view where her face was clearly visible, the light reflecting off her face gave Fujiwara Izaya the immediate impression that she was charming, delicate, and even somewhat alluring.

She was clearly shy, her face was so red, yet her expression was so noble and beautiful. The Kasahara family genes are truly amazing.

"What exactly happened?" Fujiwara Izaya's voice became hoarse.

"Squat down, and I'll tell you slowly," Asuka Kasahara said with a smile.

After Fujiwara Izaya squatted down, she pounced on him and gently pressed her finger against his Adam's apple. "Let's study together tonight."

"what?"

Asuka prepared a set of T's worth of study materials.

Is it the kind I'm thinking of?

"That's right."

The rain continued to fall outside the window, its sound masking some of the noise. The thin wooden floorboards creaked and groaned. The two of them went to the mat and immediately crawled into bed.

Then, all the noise disappeared.

Inside the wardrobe, three pairs of eyes exchanged glances.

"Do you want to go out and take a look?" Kasahara Fukaeri asked nervously.

"Go teach him a lesson!" Hoshimi Rinko said coldly.

"Hey, wait a minute..." Xia Xili chuckled softly, "It's not enough yet, let's go out when there's some noise."

in bed.

A small screen was lit up, playing a learning video.

Kasahara Asuka stared intently at the high-heeled, black-stockinged female teacher giving a craft class, her small hands moving slightly clumsily. Due to nervousness and shyness, her palms, so soft they could almost drive one mad, were slightly sweaty, and her delicate skin was beginning to blush.

“Asuka…” Fujiwara Izaya reached out and hugged her slender waist tightly as if he couldn’t wait.

"Um--"

Kasahara Asuka responded in a suggestive manner.

The sound was so strange that Fujiwara Izaya's heart skipped a beat, fearing that the person inside the closet might notice something was amiss.

He held his breath, afraid to make a sound.

The air inside the blanket grew increasingly stuffy.

Two long minutes passed, but there was no sound from inside the closet.

Fujiwara Izaya was covered in sweat. He breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart was beating even faster.

"Senior, you have to do the same to me later." Kasahara Asuka's soft body curled up in his arms. Even though it wasn't physical labor, she was panting heavily from exhaustion.

Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but hug her tightly, and tried to touch her with both hands.

The little devil wasn't lying; the shrine maiden's dress offered no protection.

After finally managing to free her hand, Fujiwara Izaya was afraid she would make strange noises, so he could only hold her waist and dared not touch her.

"Hold on tighter, senior," Kasahara Asuka said dreamily.

Fujiwara Izaya temporarily forgot that wardrobes even existed.

In the pitch-black bed, he held his junior sister's body tightly, feeling her smooth, beautiful back and firm abdomen.

"Your health is so good..." Kasahara Asuka breathed heavily but contentedly, her eyes blinking watery as she stopped moving on the screen.

Fujiwara Izaya felt that the oxygen was gone and he had a slight feeling of suffocation.

"Senpai!" Kasahara Asuka licked her lower lip. "Isn't it time to take the next step?"

“Wait a minute…” Fujiwara Izaya shook his head and refused.

"Okay, you can hold out for a long time anyway." Kasahara Asuka pressed herself against him, burying her head in his chest, and continued to ask, "Does senpai have someone he likes now?"

“…Not yet.” Fujiwara Izaya gritted his teeth. “If we’re talking about who I like the most, Asuka is definitely at the top of the list.”

"You've fallen for Asuka?" Kasahara Asuka asked.

"I'm smitten. I'd be a complete idiot if I wasn't..." Fujiwara Izaya leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Don't overthink it. Liking someone is a crazy thing. I might like you the next second, or I might never. I never know..."

"I can probably understand." Asuka Kasahara retaliated by using force.

Fujiwara Izaya subconsciously touched her little bottom.

It's perky and elastic, not as soft as Miss Mei's, but it has its own unique charm.

From his perspective, as a normal male in his adolescence, he could not resist a woman's soft body, especially since it was a peerless beauty like Asuka Kasahara, who was also noble and beautiful and only wanted to seduce him.

but.

“I will leave later,” he said.

"Why?" Kasahara Asuka stopped.

"It's hard to explain in a short time... Due to my sense of responsibility, I can't promise you anything right now. All I can do is to not take the final step before we understand each other's true feelings, so that you won't regret it in the future."

“I don’t dislike seniors like that,” Kasahara Asuka said softly.

"Thank you." Fujiwara Izaya kissed her forehead again.

"senior."

"Ok?"

"What I want will definitely be mine."

"hiss--"

No!

There's someone in the closet!

"Let's go somewhere else..." Fujiwara Izaya hurriedly straightened his clothes, grabbed her waist, and dashed out of the room.

The room fell silent instantly.

Two minutes later, with a whoosh, Kasahara Mieri and Hoshimi Rinko rushed out, their faces cold, searching the entire room for him. Natsuki Rin didn't go anywhere, remaining in her room. Knowing Fujiwara Izaya as she did, she knew he would soon walk right into her trap.

After running out of the room, Fujiwara Izaya went straight to the bathroom.

“You’re here…” He placed the girl on the sink.

"You're so naughty, senpai!" Kasahara Asuka's sexy back curves were slightly upturned, graceful and full of elasticity.

"You've corrupted me!" Fujiwara Izaya wrapped his arms around her slender waist, kissed her snow-white neck, and smelled the sweet citrus scent emanating from her long orange hair. Through the thin shrine maiden dress, the soft, bouncy feeling was so real.

"What were you thinking about just now?" he asked.

"Hehe, let's put this into practice..." Kasahara Asuka braced herself against him with her elbows, struggled free, and squatted down. Fujiwara Izaya looked down at her, her beautiful face as smooth and delicate as jade, her fair and tender skin glowing with a rosy hue, she was simply indescribably beautiful.

In a daze, it was impossible to tell whether she was that quirky little devil or the noble, charming, and alluring chairperson.

Before long, faint footsteps could be heard in the distance.

"Let's go somewhere else!" Without saying a word, Fujiwara Izaya pulled her out of the bathroom and hid under the kitchen table.

"Afraid of your senior?" Kasahara Asuka asked curiously.

“Not just your senior, but also your older sister, and Chestnut…”

They're all here—

"Shh, keep your voice down, I'm sorry, it's me..."

"So exciting!"

"Ok?"

Asuka, your thinking is dangerous!

Taking advantage of Fujiwara Izaya's momentary daze, Kasahara Asuka leaned down and kissed his lips. Their lips met, sweet and cool, a gentle touch that elicited a satisfied moan from the girl.

“Where did they go…” Kasahara Fukari’s voice and footsteps came from behind.

"Sister, don't go! Get me out of here first!" Out of the corner of Fujiwara Izaya's eye, he watched his sister walk into the kitchen, circle around, and leave. Little did she know, her younger sister was forcibly kissing someone else.

Lips and teeth are separated.

Kasahara Asuka breathed softly, her eyes tightly closed, her eyelashes fluttering slightly. She unconsciously licked her lips, as if still savoring the taste of her first kiss. Her charmingly naive demeanor was natural and irresistible.