I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Hoshimi Rinko pouted her lips: "Not interested."

“Then let’s see how Mom plays with Fujiwara-kun.” Mrs. Hoshimi steadied the club and tapped the clubhead a few times with the clubhead powder. Then she took a hair clip from her handbag and pinned her bangs back so that her hair wouldn’t obstruct her view when hitting the ball.

"boom!"

The white ball collides with the red balls arranged in a triangle.

Fujiwara Izaya hit the ball, and 15 red balls rolled around.

"Fujiwara-kun, watch out!" Mrs. Hoshimi winked at him playfully, bending over the pool table. "When Miko's mother was young, she was the queen of the pool hall!"

After she finished speaking, her expression became focused.

Her gaze was exceptionally calm as she observed the trajectory of the ball, and her force when striking the ball was even and precise. Her neatly combed hair was pulled back, revealing the gleaming gold earrings on her earlobes. Her small feet, clad in high heels, moved accurately, her slender fingers pressing the felt pad on the table before striking the balls one by one.

This is a truly beautiful scene.

From the audience's perspective, only someone like her could transform the corner where the pool table is located into the center of a luxurious social venue.

This was Fujiwara Izaya's first time playing with Miko's mother, and it was a rare and precious experience for him.

You know, the way women play billiards is incredibly sexy. Seeing her alluring poses makes you feel like your life is complete.

Mrs. Hoshimi's ball skills are quite proficient.

In the first round, he cleared the table in one shot, scoring 147 points.

"Miko's mother is amazing!" Fujiwara Izaya readily admitted defeat.

"You can't judge a book by its cover, right?" Mrs. Hoshimi smiled. "Don't think that I was a good girl like Rinko when I was young. Actually, I did a lot of rebellious things. I was good at everything, from playing pool and clubbing to skateboarding."

Hoshimi Rinko was somewhat taken aback: "Mom?"

"Is it strange?" Mrs. Hoshimi feigned anger, her face cold. "Do you think your mother has to look like you when she was young to be your true mother?"

"...What's wrong with someone like me?"

"Honestly, you're almost eighteen and still haven't entered your rebellious phase. This is the most troublesome situation for mothers." Mrs. Hoshimi sighed and then waved her hand.

The audience that had been gathered there immediately dispersed, leaving only Fujiwara Izaya and the Hoshimi mother and daughter at the table in front of the stage.

Hoshimi Rinko said, somewhat aggrieved, "Isn't it good to be obedient?"

“The problem is that you’re not entirely obedient,” Mrs. Hoshimi frowned slightly. “How did you manage to leave your junior classmate the other day?”

Rinko Hoshimi stood there, looking charming and adorable, without saying a word.

Her gaze flickered slightly over, glaring at Fujiwara Rinya, signaling him to say something to help divert her mother's attention, but Fujiwara Rinya remained silent.

Maintaining neutrality is the right thing to do.

He could neither help Miko educate her daughter nor help Rinko refute her mother.

Both are my flesh and blood.

“Mom knows how you feel, so she doesn’t intend to force you,” Mrs. Hoshimi continued. “But what did you do?”

Hoshimi Rinko bit her lower lip slightly: "There's no rush."

"You keep saying those self-deceiving things, you silly child!" Mrs. Hoshimi glared at her daughter. "You're so rigid and inflexible. When will you ever be like your mother?"

You and your daughter are both so proud and aloof... Fujiwara Izaya looked at Mrs. Hoshimi's serious face and wanted to laugh.

"No way," Hoshimi Rinko shook her head.

"She's exceptionally stubborn, which is a lot like a young mother. However, there's a limit to stubbornness. The current peaceful situation could be disrupted at any moment, and the mother might not be able to protect herself either..."

Before Mrs. Hoshimi could finish speaking, Rinko Hoshimi stepped forward and whispered in her ear, "Rinko will never abandon her mother."

After she finished speaking, the senior student gave a charming, girlish smile.

This is probably an adorable expression that only appears when facing one's mother.

Mrs. Hoshimi, who had initially intended to continue her lecture, softened at her daughter's coquettish tone. She hummed in agreement, gently patted her daughter's shoulder, and said happily, "That's good. From now on, we'll be together wherever we go..."

Fujiwara Izaya felt a warmth in his heart.

In his view, Mrs. Hoshimi's hair was neatly combed and shone brightly under the indoor lights. No matter how you looked at her, she didn't look like a mother who was about to turn forty.

But her eyes truly held a burning maternal love.

Motherhood is an incredible emotion that commands our utmost respect.

Then, in the next second, the mother pushed the cue stick in her hand to her daughter and said, "You help your mother play the next game."

"I don't know how..."

"Let Fujiwara teach you step by step."

"?"

Rinko Hoshimi was stunned.

"I guarantee I will complete the teaching task." Fujiwara Izaya bowed cutely to Mrs. Hoshimi, making her beam with joy.

Rinko Hoshimi couldn't help but laugh.

The air was filled with a sweet scent of rain, which reminded her of her childhood memories of reading shoujo manga under the eaves of her house.

Fujiwara Izaya gave her a brief explanation of the rules of snooker.

Then... came the part where we taught each other how to hit the ball.

Fujiwara Izaya went up behind Hoshimi Rinko, bent down and brought his face close to hers, and said softly, "Trust me, I would never have any ulterior motives."

Hoshimi Rinko had her back to him, and she was silent, only her shoulders were trembling.

"Your head and the club should be perpendicular, and your line of sight should be parallel to the club..." Fujiwara Izaya carefully bent down and placed his hands on the back of her hands. "Finding the right angle is no problem for a genius like you. Just be careful to control the force."

Rinko Hoshimi was forced to bend over.

He raised his buttocks high, pressing against Fujiwara Izaya.

“I said,” Hoshimi Rinko shrank back, taking a deep breath, “are we really going to play pool?”

"Actually, I also think that playing billiards at a time like this is pointless," Fujiwara Izaya said with a smile.

Hoshimi Rinko seemed ticklish, or perhaps shy, and shrank her neck, letting out a soft "hmm," like a frightened little quail.

This was the first time in her life that she had been so intimately connected with a member of the opposite sex. Her shapely and slender back was completely covered by his broad chest, and the backs of her hands were held by him, warm and strong.

Mrs. Hoshimi stood to the side with her hands behind her back.

Like a proctor, she sternly watched over the two of them.

Rinko Hoshimi felt her heart and body burning up, and she felt something pressing against her buttocks, forcing her to move.

She can't move right now, only Fujiwara Rin can move.

“Idiot,” Hoshimi Rinko muttered under her breath, “move a little.”

Fujiwara Izaya thought she was about to start playing billiards, so he guided her, carefully measuring the position of the ball while whispering, "Then let's just do a little something."

Rinko Hoshimi was about to cry.

His hand was gripped by Fujiwara Izaya, and he weakly poked the club.

The white ball rolled limply a few times, and stopped as soon as it touched the red ball.

Fujiwara Izaya offered his hand, bent down, and picked up his golf club.

Hoshimi Rinko breathed a sigh of relief.

With a rosy complexion, she subconsciously wrapped her arms around her buttocks.

When it was Fujiwara Izaya's turn to hit the ball, he just gave it a perfunctory shot and then ran back to Hoshimi Rinko's side.

Hoshimi Rinko blushed slightly, thinking angrily: "My junior deliberately didn't pocket the ball; he just wanted to use this opportunity to hug me a little longer."

The second time he taught me step by step, Fujiwara Izaya was even more responsible.

He wasn't just holding the back of her hand; he had pressed his entire arm against hers, and his chest was pressed against her back without any gap.

What were you trying to ask just now?

"Why did you yell that this morning..." Hoshimi Rinko's voice trembled.

Suddenly, a hand appeared on her shapely waist, and this inviolable sacred area was touched by a man for the first time in her life.

“Hmm, I have a bad feeling,” Fujiwara Izaya said, resting his chin on her shoulder and whispering in her ear, “Rather than being exposed passively, I’d rather take the initiative and try to get leniency from you, senpai.”

Rinko Hoshimi's cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were as clear as crystal.

"Waaah, my junior finally hugged me..." She looked down at Fujiwara Izaya's hand on her waist, her tone defiant: "I'm not going to be lenient with you..."

“Speaking of which, it’s all fate.” Fujiwara Izaya leaned closer, sniffing her hair, and whispered, “If I weren’t the Great Tengu, I wouldn’t be able to appear at Asakusa Shrine; if I weren’t at Asakusa Shrine, I’m afraid you wouldn’t have approached me.”

Rinko Hoshimi gave a soft "hmm".

Even though they had been together for so long and were already very close, she suddenly became shy when it came time to be honest with each other.

Holding his senior's slender back, Fujiwara Izaya let out a soft breath: "Every day we spent together should be called a series of miracles to me. Now, the miracles are coming to an end... I'm quite reluctant to let it go."

"Aren't you sure?"

"There is a little, but it's not certain yet."

"I believe you can do it..."

Fujiwara Izaya gazed at her black hair and smiled: "You really have a lot of faith in me."

“Because I know you well enough,” Hoshimi Rinko said with a relaxed tone, laughing along with him. “If I wasn’t confident, you wouldn’t be able to take advantage of me so easily.”

"Ok?"

"If you're not confident, you'll definitely focus all your energy on finding a way to protect us."

"It's so easy to be on the same wavelength with my senior!" Fujiwara Izaya said contentedly.

Hoshimi Rinko glanced back at him, then quickly looked away.

With her back to Fujiwara Izaya, a gentle smile, like a spring breeze caressing the embankment of the Sumida River, graced her face.

"Can you tell me where your confidence comes from?" Hoshimi Rinko asked curiously.

"Because I am God."

After saying that, Fujiwara Izaya raised his arm and put up his index finger.