I have an unlimited number of shikigami

The two ate and chatted about trivial things, such as the weather, the scenery, and sexual fetishes.

Ok.

Of course, it was the little bitch junior who started the conversation about sexual fetishes first.

After finishing the hot pot, Fujiwara Izaya packed up his things and went back to his room to finish his weekend homework.

Kasahara Asuka naturally stayed close to him.

The small room was cool and comfortable, with wooden walls and floors, and many paintings hanging on the walls. The floor was piled with miscellaneous boxes, the bookshelves were full of books, and there was a small speaker nearby.

Despite its mess, it was clean.

Each item looks cheap at first glance, yet it gives people a natural sense of comfort.

Asuka Kasahara feels...

It's probably because the senior is handsome that she has this misconception.

"Does the senior like painting and music?" she asked curiously, looking at the painting tools and several different musical instruments on the ground.

"It's less about liking it and more about making a living." Fujiwara Izaya sat at his desk with his back to her, flipping through his notebook. "In my free time when I'm not exorcising spirits, I do my own part-time jobs, like singing in bars or drawing portraits on the street."

Kasahara Asuka sat down on a stack of books, pressing her skirt down with her hands: "This is such a waste of time. You should focus more on practicing Shinto magic. You know, there's a limit to physical skills. To this day, no one has reached the level of a general solely through physical skills."

“Instead of going to work to earn money,” Fujiwara Izaya turned to look at her and asked jokingly, “you’ll support me?”

"Okay!"

Kasahara Asuka answered without hesitation.

Due to the angle of the light, her figure had a unique hazy quality. Her spotless white shoes and slender, shapely legs covered in white stockings seemed to be covered with a light cloth, and even she herself was tinged with a slight yellow tint, like a figure in an old photograph.

This color scheme made Fujiwara Izaya feel refreshed and relaxed, like meeting an old friend after a long time.

He even had a slight urge to go up and hug her.

This sense of intimacy isn't bad, and he doesn't resist it.

"Why are you staring at her like that?" Kasahara Asuka asked knowingly, her clear and bright eyes gleaming with smugness.

"I think I just saw you rolling around on a spring hillside with a little bear," Fujiwara Izaya replied, mimicking her non-sequitur.

Kasahara Asuka tilted her head slightly, smiling sweetly like a girlfriend next door: "Senpai is a weirdo!"

“It’s not strange,” Fujiwara Izaya shook his head and said, “It’s just that my mind went blank for a moment, I must have been confused by something.”

"Your senior is praising me again." Asuka Kasahara rested her chin on her hands, her posture exuding girlish charm.

"Enough with the nonsense!" Fujiwara Rin smiled dismissively and looked away.

It was late spring, and the Tokyo sky outside the window was exceptionally blue.

In this spring, which is somewhat different from the past, Fujiwara Izaya rested his chin on one hand and held a ballpoint pen in the other, spacing out like a sleepy cat. At this moment, his mood was as if he were actually hugging a soft-furred bear and rolling around on the grassland.

But the next second, Kasahara Asuka's gaze passed over him and fell on the two pairs of stockings, one black and one white, on the table. Her mischievous nature was unleashed, instantly casting a yellowish hue over the tender atmosphere in the room.

"senior--"

"Have you used Asuka's two pairs of socks yet—"

"If you haven't used it before, Asuka can help you herself now—"

Chapter 33. Senior

Is it better to wear stockings?

Is it better to go barefoot?

The former is more stimulating, while the latter is more moisturizing and comfortable. No matter how I think about it... I must experience both methods of guidance to have no regrets!

Thinking about how to bring the images in his mind to reality, Fujiwara Izaya sat there with his pen for the entire afternoon, without writing a single word.

The sun was shining brightly, and a gentle spring breeze was blowing.

In the small room, the little priest was lost in thought at his desk, while the little witch quietly drew comics behind him.

The air is filled with the fragrance of cherry blossoms.

The sun slowly arced down towards the horizon.

Dusk has fallen.

The slanting sunlight streaming in through the window bathed the room in a beautiful honey color, while the cool breeze rustled the pages of the notebook on the desk.

Fujiwara Izaya put down his pen and stretched his arm.

Looking out the window, the sunset today seemed enormous, the entire sky dyed blood red, a beauty that was almost eerie.

The time of twilight has arrived.

Every day at this time, due to the chaos caused by the alternation of Yin and Yang, demons and monsters that hide during the day can take the opportunity to come out and cause trouble. If a person walking alone on the road accidentally encounters them, they will lose consciousness due to being bewitched.

Fujiwara Izaya turned his head and looked at the girl behind him.

Asuka Kasahara sat on a stack of books, resting her chin on her hand and gazing blankly at the sunset outside the window.

The cool breeze of late spring swayed her orange hair, and her pretty little ears were faintly visible. The scene was so beautiful that it resembled the prelude to a confession in a youth romance anime.

"Asuka-san," Fujiwara Izaya called out.

"Hmm?" Kasahara Asuka turned her head, a faint smile in her clear, doe-like eyes.

Is he faking it...? Fujiwara Izaya stood up with a calm expression, smoothing out the wrinkles in his clothes as he said, "We should get going."

"Okay, coming right away." Kasahara Asuka tossed the half-read comic book onto Fujiwara Izaya's bed, grabbed her Prada handbag, and stood up. "Where's the bathroom? Asuka needs to change."

"Change clothes?"

"Yes, a shrine maiden outfit!"

"Oh, turn left after you go out, it's the second to last room at the end of the corridor."

Kasahara Asuka walked out the door with her bag, and two seconds later she poked her head back in, giving Fujiwara Izaya a sweet smile: "Senpai, you're not allowed to peek. Asuka has a really great figure, not an ounce of excess fat on her body."

“I have a great physique too, a standard eight-pack.” Fujiwara Izaya shrugged and gave her a stingy look: “I won’t show it to you either.”

"Asuka and senpai are a match made in heaven," Kasahara Asuka said with a bright smile.

Fujiwara Izaya asked curiously, "How did you figure that out?"

“For example, I’m a Prada-wearing devil,” Kasahara Asuka pointed to the Prada handbag in her hand, and then to Fujiwara Izaya’s Uniqlo T-shirt, “and you’re a Uniqlo-wearing shut-in, so we’re a perfect match.”

“This only shows that there is a class conflict between the two of us,” Fujiwara Izaya replied calmly.

"Class conflicts aren't irreconcilable, you know. As long as you marry into Asuka's family in the future, it'll be fine. Bye-bye~~" Kasahara Asuka waved her little hand, gave Fujiwara Izaya a bright smile, and then her little head disappeared through the door.

Marrying into another family?

You're just a mortal, dreaming big.

Fujiwara Izaya quickly tidied up the table, walked out of the worship hall, pushed Honda Kosaku out, and waited at the door for the little shrine maiden to change clothes.

After waiting for a full half hour, Kasahara Shrine Maiden finally came out.

Her orange hair was styled into a retro Hime-style updo, with red and white knots tied at her temples. She wore a white top, a yuban (a type of traditional Chinese jacket), and a scarlet hakama (another type of traditional Chinese jacket), all in a traditional red and white color scheme. She also wore a white haori (a type of traditional Chinese garment) over her upper body, with pink cherry blossoms embroidered on the cuffs.

"senior--"

Kasahara Asuka called out sweetly, her fingertips gently holding her haori, and gracefully twirled in front of him: "Isn't Asuka beautiful like this?"

Her voice was soft, sweet, and innocent.

Just as Fujiwara Izaya was about to answer, a gust of wind blew in from somewhere, and the two old cherry trees swayed as if it were raining. Cherry blossoms fell all over the sky with the wind, and the ground was covered with a pink carpet.

Asuka Kasahara, wearing wooden clogs, stepped onto the pink carpet and walked towards him through the cherry blossom rain.

The noble and luxurious young woman possessed an extraordinary demeanor, elegant movements, and every gesture was full of beauty.

"That little bitch is so scheming..." Fujiwara Izaya thought to himself.

He saw the gust of wind just now very clearly; it was the junior student's Wind Control Spell. As she spun around, there was a sudden fluctuation of divine power in the air, and blue light flowed from her fingertips.

As she walked up to him, Asuka Kasahara reached out her fair palm to catch the flower petals.

"Look, even the cherry blossoms couldn't resist blooming for Asuka," she said happily.

Her voice was a clear and melodious girlish voice, but her expression also had a touch of mature womanly charm. These two completely opposite qualities were wonderfully blended together, creating a beautiful girl who was both innocent and alluring, making people's hearts flutter.

Fujiwara Izaya looked at the smiling little devil with exhaustion: "At such a young age, where do you get so much scheming?"

"Oh, isn't this a good thing?"

Kasahara Asuka smiled nonchalantly.

She raised her palm and gently blew on Fujiwara Izaya.

"call--"

The vibrant petals of the double-flowered cherry blossoms, carrying a delicate fragrance, wafted through the air.

While inhaling the scent of cherry blossoms, Fujiwara Rinya was also passively inhaling her breath.

For a moment, I felt a little dizzy, and I didn't know if she had a drug in her mouth.

Kasahara Asuka took out a handkerchief to wipe her hands and pressed on, "Senpai hasn't answered the question yet. Am I beautiful, Asuka?"

"Beautiful!"

Fujiwara Izaya answered honestly.

In terms of appearance, apart from Hoshimi Rinko, he has never seen another high school student who can rival her in terms of looks.

Kasahara Asuka then asked, "How does it compare to Hoshimi-senpai?"

“Uh…” Fujiwara Izaya hesitated for a moment before answering, “Of course it’s Asuka.”

"You only said that because your senior isn't here," Kasahara Asuka bluntly pointed out his inner laughter.

"Yes," Fujiwara Rin replied honestly.

"Senpai is such an idiot, how could you answer like that?" Kasahara Asuka, like a lady from ancient times, gracefully covered her small lips with a handkerchief, her clear and bright eyes staring at him: "If Hoshimi-senpai were here, how would you answer, Senpai?"

"Well, to avoid getting myself into a mess, I'll make sure I don't offend either of them." Fujiwara Ryaya sat on the Honda Syaoran, his hands on the handlebars. "If she were here, I'd say she's as beautiful as a plum blossom, and you're as beautiful as a cherry blossom."

"Is there any difference?" Kasahara Asuka asked innocently.