I have an unlimited number of shikigami

“That’s quite excessive.” Fujiwara Izaya handed her the third glass of wine.

Mrs. Kasahara said casually while drinking, "Before setting sail, Xiangxiang prepared a lot of things, saying she was going to make you suffer a lot."

Fujiwara Izaya thought of handcuffs, whips...

"What are you thinking?" he asked.

"Well, I don't interfere with my daughter's relationships." Mrs. Kasahara swirled her wine glass, the ice cubes making a crisp, calm sound. "Whether she hates you, likes you, or is willing to share you, I don't care. The Kasahara family has no shortage of power or money; she has enough capital to be willful."

"You're such a irresponsible mother," Mrs. Hoshimi complained as she walked out.

She was wearing the same revealing nightgown, but not as revealing as her best friend's; her advantage lay in her pure and youthful appearance.

"What would you like, Chairman Hoshimi?" Fujiwara Izaya asked with a business-like smile.

"Champagne." Mrs. Hoshimi also sat down on the bar stool.

Fujiwara Izaya took out champagne and poured it into a glass.

The golden sparkling wine is poured into a clear glass, where fine bubbles continuously rise and burst on the surface with a series of loud sounds.

"What I find strange is that Rinko isn't angry with you at all." Mrs. Hoshimi held her wine glass but didn't drink. "Fujiwara-kun, tell me honestly, how exactly did you deceive Rinko? How can she be so indifferent to your philandering..."

“She knows me well.” Fujiwara Izaya poured himself a glass of juice. “I guess she knows I’ve always been a womanizer, so she never had any expectations, and naturally, she wasn’t disappointed…”

“Nonsense, Rinko clearly cares a lot.” Mrs. Kasahara glanced at him. “Even I, an outsider, can see it.”

"That means my senior's curiosity about me outweighs her resentment towards me," Fujiwara Izaya said with amusement.

"Hmm, that's possible..." Mrs. Hoshimi leaned against the bar, her beautiful legs crossed sexily. "Sigh, being a mother is such a headache. If only I could just beat you to death, you little rascal..."

"By the way, where are the others?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.

"Xiangxiang and Rinko are enjoying the breeze on the deck at the stern," Mrs. Kasahara replied. "Meiji and Fukae are in the room, seemingly discussing something."

"I'm going to find them." Fujiwara Izaya finished his juice in one gulp and came out from behind the bar.

"Hey, aren't you coming with us?" Mrs. Kasahara immediately adopted a complaining tone. "Are we really getting old and no longer attractive to young boys?"

Her hazy, indistinct voice struck my eardrums, producing a delicate, sweet echo.

It sounds like a burst of enchanting mist, swirling wildly through the body.

“How could that be? You two are still the most beautiful people in the world,” Fujiwara Izaya said.

Mrs. Kasahara nodded, as if savoring the last moments of the day, and took a sip of wine.

“Alright, there’s still tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow,” Fujiwara Izaya said. “Use all your schemes and tricks. If I can’t take it anymore, I’ll change my surname to Kasahara.”

Mrs. Kasahara raised her face and smiled sweetly.

That was the confident smile of someone in a superior position, as if they had him completely under their thumb.

Fujiwara Izaya extended his hand.

She grabbed him, jumped off the bar stool, and kicked Fujiwara Izaya's butt.

"Go and comfort Xiangxiang quickly."

"As ordered."

After he took a step, Mrs. Hoshimi looked at her best friend with a worried expression: "Isn't this too reckless? What if he turns the tables and kills you?"

"What else can we do?" Mrs. Kasahara laughed heartily, her plump body leaning weakly against her best friend. "Then, Miko will stay with me and warm his bed together."

"Hey, don't drag me into this—"

※※※※※

At the stern, a gentle sea breeze blows, and the sky is dotted with stars.

At the entrance to the deck, a small area was illuminated by lights, and not far from the light, a face as beautiful as a gardenia appeared.

Under the starlight, the senior student truly embodies the meaning of "an exceptionally beautiful young woman".

To be honest, Fujiwara Izaya has never hugged her.

However, he was now deeply moved by a kind of intoxication he had never experienced before. Although the two were very close in space, they were quite far apart in the world... A feeling of enlightenment drifted towards each other, but after the momentary excitement dissipated, the two were able to cool down and get along like close friends.

"Not quite lovers" probably refers to this situation.

Chapter 147. Under the starlight, each little witch has her own unique beauty.

"Um……"

A faint sound of exhalation.

The door lamp dimly illuminated Hoshimi Rinko's face; her alluring lips moved slightly, as if she were murmuring a name, a gentle smile playing on her lips.

A senior student with long, flowing hair, bathed in moonlight.

This was a scene beyond reality, and Fujiwara Rinya had a hallucination of seeing elves or fairies.

Bathed in the soft starlight, her snow-white skin glowed faintly. Whenever the sea breeze blew, her long hair, cascading over her shoulders, danced in the breeze. The fairy-like girl sang softly. Surrounded by the dark, deep sea, her delicate voice sounded like a mermaid singing as she rose to the surface.

Fujiwara Izaya stepped forward.

The singing stopped abruptly.

"who is it?"

"...It's me."

"Go back, you're not welcome here." Hoshimi Rinko tilted her head, her adorable face making it hard to look away.

"Could you not be so gentle in sentencing me to death?" Fujiwara Izaya said with a smile as he walked onto the deck.

Hoshimi Rinko was too lazy to argue with him anymore.

She raised her gaze and looked at the night sky with admiration; the stars were shining brightly tonight.

Fujiwara Izaya shifted his gaze and looked to the side.

Through the dim light, he saw Kasahara Asuka's eyes, and he had a feeling that his junior was glaring at him angrily. Her hair was a little messy and dripping wet. When she saw her senior's face, she frowned for a moment, but then smiled.

"Want some watermelon?" She held up the half-eaten watermelon in her hand.

Wearing a short-sleeved shirt and hot pants at home, with their fair soles pressed together, the scene looks very refreshing.

"I want half." Fujiwara Rinya sat cross-legged between the two girls.

Kasahara Asuka brandished a fruit knife and cut the half-eaten watermelon into three pieces.

The three of them sat on the ground, happily munching on watermelon.

No one spoke; language had become a trivial thing.

The melon was sweet, and my throat was perfectly parched. Fujiwara Izaya devoured the melon flesh as if he wanted to drink all the juice. Above, the brilliant Milky Way stretched out, its top rising high as if it were about to soar into the sky. Looking at it, I felt like a child on summer vacation again.

The sea breeze was gentle, the sky was full of stars, and all around was quiet.

The light from the porch cascaded down.

Bathed in orange light, Asuka Kasahara frowned as she gazed at the starlit sea.

"Hey, hey," she kicked Fujiwara Izaya's leg as if she couldn't stand it anymore, "say something, or I'm going back."

Fujiwara Izaya, dressed as a sheep, pondered, spinning around and shaking his head.

"Just say whatever comes to mind," Asuka Kasahara added.

"Cats are four-legged animals."

"..."

"Isn't it your turn to speak?"

It's still you.

"Elephants are also four-legged animals."

"..."

"Isn't it your turn to speak?"

"Wooden-headed senior!" Kasahara Asuka kicked him, and her two smooth feet stuck into his arms and wouldn't come back.

Fujiwara Izaya held her small feet as if they were precious treasures: "Young lady, judging from these beautiful feet, you must be a skilled ballroom dancer, right? You must be good at pop dance too."

"I've never danced with anyone before."

Unlike usual, Kasahara Asuka seemed somewhat forlorn as she spoke, her eyes gazing blankly at the stars.

"I've never danced it before, but if my junior is willing to dance a bit with me, I'll definitely learn it on the spot."

"I like tango."

"If only there were a dance."

"Waltz, tango, anything is fine."

"That was true freedom, a chaotic dance of demons. Their clothes were neither male nor female. What color were those clothes again? Rainbow colors?"

"rainbow?"

"Oh, those are the ones in the sky, all sorts of colors."

“Yes, yes, men and women are all the same, they’re all rainbows.” Kasahara Asuka made a gesture that looked like she was slightly shrugging her shoulders, as if she was not feeling well.

"Your movements are just like your older sister's." Fujiwara Ryūya reached out to ruffle her hair.

Kasahara Asuka tilted her head to dodge, then clenched her little fist and gave him a soft punch to the side.

Their soft little hands, when they playfully wrestle, look more like a young couple's playful fight.

But seeing his junior's sullen expression, Fujiwara Izaya still politely groaned, "Ouch, that hurts..."

Even so, Asuka Kasahara's mood did not improve; instead, she glared coldly at her wooden-faced senior.

The night sky was filled with twinkling stars, and the Milky Way shone like a clear, flowing river. The sound of the waves was gentle, like a healthy, rhythmic snore, peaceful and serene.

Hoshimi Rinko sat to one side, watching the two bickering like they were children who hadn't grown up.

"Are you an idiot?!" Asuka Kasahara said angrily.

“Uh, wait a minute, no,” Fujiwara Izaya explained, “I didn’t mean you’re imitating Fuka Eri, but rather…”