I have an unlimited number of shikigami

After taking pictures of the fireworks, he took a selfie while wearing a mask and sent it to the sender.

[Fujiwara: Look, he's playing himself!]

[American reporter: What's that next to you?]

Fujiwara Izaya zoomed in for a closer look and noticed a shelf next to him with several lion head masks with clenched teeth hanging high on it.

This is a lion head used in Japanese lion dances. The head has many smooth and soft hairs, and the whole body is based on red, but the mane is green, which makes it look a bit strange and wild.

[Fujiwara: It's probably a prop for the lion dance performance later.]

[American reporter: Oh.]

[Fujiwara: What are you doing, Madam?]

[American reporter: Watching fireworks.]

Fujiwara: I'm all alone. I wish my wife could be here with me.

Kawashima Miki has read my message but is not replying.

Fujiwara Izaya put away his phone. After the feast of light and sound, the fireworks disappeared, and the sky fell into darkness again. The sea breeze carried away the smoke, and Hoshimi Rinko pressed her wind-blown hair down.

Fireworks are truly melancholic.

Just then, a gust of wind blew up, and the sound reached his ears. Fujiwara Izaya looked over. His senior's tragic profile, reflected in the campfire, was more serious, more solemn, and even more cold and ruthless than usual.

"What came to mind?" he asked.

“I was thinking about last year’s Sumida River Fireworks Festival,” Hoshimi Rinko said, tilting her head back and letting the sea breeze caress her hair. “Fireworks have always been regarded as the most beautiful sight in the height of summer. After they have decorated the night sky so beautifully, they disappear without a trace. This kind of fleeting nature is quite tragic and makes people feel sad.”

“But the people watching the fireworks remember it,” Fujiwara Izaya replied with a smile. “And they can watch it every year after that.”

“But last year it was just you and me.” Hoshimi Rinko’s voice was cold.

She put the fox mask on top of her head, and the nape of her neck beneath her bun-shaped hair was bathed in the firelight, tinged with a faint blush.

"Mmm, the shaved ice is delicious." Fujiwara Izaya took a bite of shaved ice, looking as if he hadn't heard what she said clearly.

"Next year, it will be two people again." Kasahara Asuka said, munching on a piece of grilled corn, her little mouth covered in soot. "Me and my senior, but no senpai."

Before the senior could retaliate, Fujiwara Rin tapped the junior on the head: "Next year, none of the three of us will be left behind."

"Who wants to be with the two or three of you?" Hoshimi Rinko said nonchalantly.

Kasahara Asuka pointed outside: "Then please go, senpai!"

“I want shaved ice.” Hoshimi Rinko looked directly at Fujiwara Izaya.

Fujiwara Izaya scooped out a large mouthful and put it in his mouth, then gave her the remaining half.

"Me too!" Kasahara Asuka pouted in dissatisfaction.

Fujiwara Izaya, with shaved ice in his mouth, helplessly spread his hands: "That's all..."

"Just one serving, it's mine." Hoshimi Rinko calmly took the spoon, scooped out a small spoonful of shaved ice and put it in her mouth, letting out a sigh of enjoyment: "This summer, it's the taste of watermelon, both icy and sweet."

Kasahara Asuka turned around: "Senpai, what you're saying is..."

A sly smile played on her lips, and a scheme was brewing in her clear, dark eyes.

"I'll go buy it!" Fujiwara Izaya immediately jumped up.

joke.

You kissed her, and my senior immediately exploded.

Fujiwara Izaya can tell the difference between "kissing tonight" and "kissing every night."

He squeezed his way back to the shaved ice stand, and just as he was about to greet the owner, a pair of hands grabbed him and dragged him away. No sooner had he disappeared than Kawashima Miki, who had been searching for him, appeared at the shaved ice stand.

Where is that bastard...? The enigmatic woman's face was dark, occasionally illuminated by the merciless flames of the campfire. She was surrounded by people, a large portion of whom wore masks, making it impossible to tell who was who. After observing for a while, she approached the monk managing order with her phone and asked, "These lion head masks are beautiful. Could you tell me where they are? I'd like to take a picture."

"Oh, it's over there," the monk said solicitously, pointing the way to the beautiful woman.

"Thank you!" Kawashima Miki left with a cold face.

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"Hey, chestnuts!"

Are you happy?

Can you tell me where to go?

"Of course, we should find a secluded place."

"...Then why did you take me to the VIP section?"

"Together with Eri Fuka."

"That's called nobody being here—"

Xia Xili gave a meaningful smile.

As he was led into the VIP section, Fujiwara Izaya's eyes lit up.

The red yukata looked particularly gorgeous on Kasahara Fukae. The cuffs and collar were embroidered with colorful auspicious birds in gold thread, which, combined with her long orange hair, brought the overall color scheme to its peak.

"What are you doing here?" Kasahara Fukaeri asked with a stern face, seemingly unwelcoming to him.

"I was dragged here by Chestnut." Fujiwara Izaya plopped down on the tatami mat.

Since we're already here, let's make the best of it. As long as he manages his time well and everyone spends some time with him, things definitely won't go wrong tonight.

“Let’s have some fun, the three of us.” Xia Xili sat down next to him, one arm naturally wrapping around his waist. She wore a light blue yukata with chrysanthemum patterns on the collar, which was very cool and elegant. On her shoulders was an expensive short jacket made of fragrant silk, and the necklace around her neck was also sparkling.

Fujiwara Izaya sighed helplessly: "Don't mess with me."

"How could Auntie bear to do that!" Xia Xili blew a warm breath on his face.

Her delicate lips easily aroused wicked thoughts. Fujiwara Izaya noticed that she was also wearing some strange perfume, which smelled of cream.

"That's strange," Fujiwara Izaya asked, "did you change your perfume?"

Xia Xili rested her chin on his shoulder, her slender fingers gently stroking his face: "I prepared this especially for you, does it smell good?"

"Smell it again." Fujiwara Izaya leaned closer and sniffed her bare neck. A rich fragrance filled his nostrils, and for some reason, he felt a little dizzy, uncontrollably recalling the scene of Mrs. Tanimura making milk tea.

"It's like a baby who hasn't been weaned... Oh dear~ Just as I thought!" Xia Xili laughed without any regard for her image.

Fujiwara Izaya raised his gaze slightly.

On her smooth neck, each of the fine, almost invisible, skin-colored hairs was adorned with a drop of white water. Under the campfire, these tiny, nearly invisible droplets shimmered with a pearly light, making her utterly beautiful.

My aunt's skin was already delicate and smooth, and with this cream-like substance, it looked even more luxurious. The Mountain God's hands were already considered delicate, but compared to her skin, they looked like those of a farmer covered in mud.

"It's practically immortal skin..." Fujiwara Izaya controlled his heartbeat, his hand stroking her neck. "What on earth is going on?"

"The changes you made for Xiaolin too." Xia Xili smiled innocently, taking his hand and slowly sliding it down his neck.

Something feels off!

After analysis, Fujiwara Izaya concluded that it was at least one cup larger.

"You went to have surgery?" he asked incredulously.

"Auntie doesn't need that!" Xia Xili's eyes and tone softened, seemingly mixed with anticipation for the future. "That's not all, I'll let you try something even better later."

"What is it?" Fujiwara Izaya asked with some anticipation.

Xia Xili giggled. "Hold me tight."

Fujiwara Izaya glanced at Kasahara Fukari.

The older sister remained expressionless, her gaze not falling in their direction. So she stretched out her arms and pulled Xia Xili tightly into her embrace. Like the oars of a small boat hitting the hull in the water, even through their clothes, Xia Xili could feel the strong muscles of his arms and chest.

The boy, like a young bull, pressed his chest softly against hers.

Chapter 139. Fox Chestnut and Spider Beauty's Diary

In the narrow cubicle, Kasahara Fukaeri kept her head down in silence.

On the table sat an exquisite ceramic dish, along with small sake cups and goblets filled with sake. The sake was almost overflowing from the small cups, its transparent, pale yellow liquid trembling slightly at the rim. She ate a bite of food, then picked up the sake and took a sip. Across from her, Xia Xili held a sake cup with both hands, smiling sweetly as she fed Fujiwara Izaya a cup of sake.

"Young master, would you like a drink?"

In the glowing red flames, she was as beautiful as a flower about to burst into flames.

Fujiwara Izaya downed his drink in one gulp, trying to control his emotions: "Kuriko, I still need to go out and buy some more later..."

"Shh!" Xia Xili pressed her finger to his lips, her beautiful eyes filled with tenderness. "Hold on for ten minutes, and I'll give you a reward."

"..."

Seeing his dazed look, Xia Xili chuckled and leaned her upper body into his arms.

Fujiwara Izaya glanced down at the open neckline of her yukata, her bare collarbone making him swallow hard.

"Could you tell me what the reward is?" he asked.

"Of course I'll give you my aunt." Xia Xili leaned lazily against him, her hand under the table playing a game of stop-the-point challenge with him again.

Fujiwara Izaya nudged her shoulder slightly: "Eri-neechan is watching..."

"Oh," Xia Xili replied indifferently.

"Tone it down a bit!" Fujiwara Izaya quietly raised his gaze and observed Kasahara Fukari.

My older sister was eating with her head down, and most of the food on the table went into her mouth. After eating about half full, she sat motionless, like a well-trained animal quietly resting in a certain place, waiting for its owner to come and take it away.

"Are you shy?" Xia Xili pinched him hard.

"Hiss—" Fujiwara Izaya gasped, resisting the urge to pin her down and beat her up. "Aren't you ashamed?"

"Me? Of course not." Xia Xili grabbed her favorite little Lin Ye, her eyes filled with tears. "Fuka Eri will be the one to push my butt in the future, why should I be shy in front of her?"

Kasahara Fukari, who was focused on eating across from her, looked up and asked, "What do you mean, 'pushing butt'?"

"..." Fujiwara Izaya was speechless for a moment.

"Haha, it means we're good friends." Xia Xili said mischievously while laughing at Kasahara Fukari like a close friend.

“No good.” Kasahara Fukaeri said in a flat tone, “You and I are just business partners. After that, I will not have any contact with you.”

"No, that won't do." Xia Xili quickened her pace. "Xiao Lin is obviously interested in you too, and I don't want to hurt him."