I have an unlimited number of shikigami

"Hey, don't cry..."

"Don't cry, sweetie, I'm coming to save you..."

The two chairpersons rushed over, melted the ice, and freed the Yuki-onna trapped inside. As for Fujiwara Izaya, they didn't even glance at him, focusing instead on comforting the Yuki-onna who was constantly wiping away tears with her small hands.

“Let her go on Jorogumo’s back,” Fujiwara Izaya said, lying on the ice.

"ah!"

The snow woman's clear blue eyes suddenly regained their brilliance.

Chapter 146. The Changes in the Junior

The August sun shone brightly on my shoulders.

Fujiwara Izaya lay lazily in the swimming ring, floating with the wind.

To his right, Jorogumo carried Yuki-onna, paddling back and forth on the sea. She seemed to love the water; ever since they went out to sea, she had been as restless and playful as a child.

On the left, the younger and older students were also lying on swimming rings, chatting while looking at the clouds in the sky.

"Look at those clouds in the sky!"

"These are colors unique to the seaside, so bright and vibrant."

"The sea here is more turbulent than the sea in Kamakura."

"?"

"The color of the water is also different."

"Senior, this is the Pacific Ocean!"

“I know,” Hoshimi Rinko replied decisively.

Fujiwara Izaya turned his head and looked in her direction.

The sun shines quietly above the clouds, casting a bright white light. The senior's fair skin is almost transparent, and water droplets gather in a shallow puddle on her delicate collarbone.

Noticing Fujiwara Izaya's gaze, Hoshimi Rinko looked away.

Her expressionless, aloof demeanor contrasted sharply with her long, beautiful legs, making her so stunning that you'd want to hold her in your arms and feed her popsicles.

Further away, Mrs. Kasahara and Miki Kawashima were playing water polo, with Mrs. Hoshimi acting as the referee.

"Watch closely!" Mrs. Kasahara shouted, leaping half her body out of the water and slamming the ball down hard.

The setting sun cast a shimmering glow on her body, making her appear like a large, white ball. Not to be outdone, Kawashima Miki on the opposite side leaped out of the water and smashed the ball back with a volleyball-like motion. Fair skin, a white swimsuit, and the slid-down water droplets…

As Fujiwara Izaya was engrossed in watching, Kasahara Asuka swam over and smacked his head hard with her small hand: "You're not allowed to be interested in women over thirty, you blockhead-senpai—"

“I’m afraid they’ll drown.” Fujiwara Izaya looked away.

"I don't believe you." Asuka Kasahara scooped up a handful of water and splashed it on his face.

Fujiwara Izaya tilted his head slightly to avoid the splash of seawater, and then... Hoshimi Rinko got drenched.

"Alright, stop arguing!" Before the two could start arguing again, Fujiwara Ryaya quickly pushed them apart with a swimming ring in each hand. "In my capacity as acting chairman, I demand that you remain silent."

"Oh~" Asuka Kasahara stuck out her tongue in protest.

On the shimmering sea, the three floated quietly. The ocean seemed to be covered with white wildflowers, filled with tiny waves. Each wave sparkled and trembled, and the swim ring rose and fell with the waves, making them feel very comfortable.

Everything seemed to be veiled in a layer of happiness.

Kasahara Asuka turned her face to the side, her long eyelashes reflected on her cheeks.

She gazed toward the deck, where her sister was reading under an umbrella. The setting sun draped a sheet of light over her like a long, orange tulle dress, a sight that was breathtakingly beautiful.

"My sister always treats me like a child..."

Kasahara Asahi's face was tense, but a complex warmth welled up inside her.

Being able to vacation with my sister again, sharing the scenery of mountains and sea every day, seemed to add a touch of romance compared to our time in Tokyo. It's just a pity that my sister still doesn't know how to joke or say anything to comfort her younger sister…

"Looking at your sister?" Fujiwara Izaya asked, leaning closer.

"I won't look." Asuka Kasahara pushed him away.

Fujiwara Izaya, clutching his swim ring, drifted away with the waves.

On the yacht, Kasahara Fukaeri brought barley tea and books, and paddled a small rubber boat toward the sunny beach.

"Ah, the vast world..." Asuka Kasahara seemed to feel her heart had expanded even further.

As the sea breeze blew, she stretched her little hands out into the air and waved them incessantly.

This is no exaggeration; the brilliant sunset almost reflected light onto one's skin, making it incredibly bright. The girl's beautiful face was like a mirror, reflecting her innocent and radiant glow...

Above the High Heavens

“Eri Fukahara!” Mrs. Kasahara called out, raising her hand. “Let’s take the things ashore. We’re having barbecue tonight.”

Having rowed only a few meters, Kasahara Fukari had to return to the yacht and slowly move the barbecue grill, small refrigerator, and other items onto the inflatable boat. She changed into a white dress, occasionally pressing down the hem to prevent it from being blown up by the wind. Her posture was remarkably upright, almost ethereal. During this time, Fujiwara Izaya, in his swimming ring, kept watching her.

Time seemed to stand still, and the scene was vividly etched into the wall of memory.

Kasahara Asuka pushed the seawater with her palm, and the swimming ring approached Fujiwara Izaya's side.

"Guru Guru~"

A bunch of bubbles rose to the surface of the water.

As her sister watched Fujiwara Izaya intently, she was suddenly grabbed by a pair of hands.

As he sank into the sea, he opened his eyes and gazed up at the surface. Under the sunlight, the undulating waves glistened like jelly, constantly changing shape above him. All around him was an unimaginably vast expanse, with schools of fish darting among the coral reefs, their colorful scales like stars right before his eyes.

Someone pushed me from behind.

Turning around, Fujiwara Izaya saw his junior with orange hair floating in the water.

In the water, her cerebrospinal fluid bobbed up and down, like bubbles in a spirit level, never settling. When you looked directly into her eyes, her gaze seemed empty, averting her eyes from Fujiwara Izaya's direct stare.

Perhaps the junior student was genuinely disappointed.

Just then, a nimble figure swam past.

It's Hoshimi Rinko.

She probably saw her junior classmates diving together and, feeling uneasy, followed them down to check on them.

Kasahara Asuka, who was originally two meters away from her senior, suddenly moved closer and leaned her delicate body against him. Fujiwara Izaya habitually put his arm around her, his gaze following his senior's figure.

The senior student, wearing only a swimsuit, displayed her exquisite curves.

Like a mermaid, she swam gracefully in the sea, her waist outlining alluring curves, her beautiful long legs swaying lightly. If it weren't for her junior pinching her cheek in displeasure, Fujiwara Rin could have watched her for a lifetime.

The sun was already setting in the west.

After playing water polo, the three ladies lay on their swim rings and floated around like lazy cats sunbathing.

Their unadorned, fair faces were shadowed by clouds, like the shadows of elegant gods... swollen, full breasts, slender waists, long, plump legs... On the distant beach, Kasahara Fukae was busy alone, and the Yuki-onna was called up to act as the Frozen Princess.

Fujiwara Izaya swam to the shore and walked onto the beach.

On the table next to the barbecue grill sat a large, glazed plate, beautifully piled with sashimi made from striped mackerel, red lionfish, flounder, lionfish, and needlefish. The Snow Woman held the plate in her hands, her face, covered in frost and resembling a beautiful block of ice, constantly blowing cold air onto it.

"Do you need my help?" Fujiwara Izaya picked up a towel from the table to wipe the water off his body.

“There’s a mountain spring behind here, go rinse yourself before you come back.” Kasahara Fukari said as she bent over and added charcoal to the barbecue grill, “Otherwise, when you dry off, you’ll be covered in salt crystals.”

"okay."

Fujiwara Izaya walked briskly toward the forest at the edge of the beach.

As evening approached, the temperature at the beach was cool, and the palm leaves rustled whenever the wind blew.

Kasahara Asuka returned to the shore, collapsing onto the white sand, exhausted, to sunbathe. The temperature was comfortable, everything was warm and peaceful, making her feel refreshed. Palm leaves rustled high above, and clouds were blown away to the other side of the bay. She watched all this while sipping a lemonade that the Snow Woman had touched. It was so cool, it made her feel completely comfortable.

When Fujiwara Izaya returned, he saw her applying sunscreen all over her body, from her neck to her toenails. Her body was round and smooth, like a slender little dolphin.

Lying there like that, it's hard to tell her age.

Although she was still the size of a sixteen-year-old girl, the self-imposed maturity she exuded made her appear much older than her actual age. Her limbs were slender and delicate, but she didn't look pitiful; instead, her fair skin revealed a strong strength.

Fujiwara Rinya also had a misconception.

If she were to suddenly stretch out her arms and legs right now, the surrounding space would instantly tense and lengthen. He thought to himself that the strength his junior was displaying showed that she had grown tremendously mentally after catching her senior with another woman. She was currently in the most vibrant, receptive, and transformative stage of her life; she was rapidly developing into an adult.

"Let me apply it for you." Fujiwara Izaya reached for the sunscreen.

"Hey, don't you dare take advantage of me."

Kasahara Asuka turned her back to him.

Her snow-white, delicate skin also exuded a sweet orange scent.

When I squeezed sunscreen onto her back and gently stroked it with my palm, she squirmed as if ticklish, occasionally letting out a painful laugh. Because her hair was tied up in a bun hanging at the back of her head, her fair little ears and neck were fully exposed, and her crystal-clear, flawless skin was like that of a newborn baby.

Fujiwara Izaya became more and more surprised as he looked at it.

Judging from her demeanor, she sometimes appeared as bold as an adult. Only her neck, proportional to her age, retained a childlike innocence. "After all, she's still a child," Fujiwara Izaya thought. "A young girl has a young girl's neck, and a mature woman has a mature woman's neck, just like the clear rings of a tree."

On the barbecue grill next to them, Kasahara Fukaeri had prepared a lot of food. Fujiwara Izaya walked over and handed the Yuki-onna a plastic basket full of drinks. The cool air emanating from the Yuki-onna felt very comfortable against her slightly sweaty body.

"There's some fruit over there, could you cut it?" Kasahara Fukari patted the basket beside her, which contained a fruit knife, a mini cutting board, paper plates, toothpicks, and other fruit-cutting utensils.

"okay."

Fujiwara Izaya, carrying tools and fruit, sat down next to Kasahara Asuka.

The sun generously showered its heat upon the beach, while a gentle sea breeze, carrying moisture, gently rustled the palm leaves.

He barely spoke while peeling the fruit, and the junior student didn't want to talk to him either, only occasionally turning her body up and down, letting time slip away quietly.

Several times, Fujiwara Izaya tried to doze off, but was awakened by the sound of voices or wind on the sea.

After a while, Kasahara Asuka probably found the wooden figure annoying, so she got up, patted her bottom, and went to the mountain spring behind to wash herself. Sweat and sunscreen mingled on her body, dripping from her cheeks and behind her ears onto the ground.

“This is difficult…” Fujiwara Izaya murmured.

"What is it?" Kasahara Fukari looked up from in front of the barbecue grill.

"It's okay, don't worry about it."

"Come and grill something, Mother and the others are getting ready to go ashore."