I have an unlimited number of shikigami

The moonlight outside the window was bright, and cotton-like white clouds drifted slowly by, while a slightly cool breeze blew in.

Under the bright lights, Asuka Kasahara randomly arranged the flowers according to her feelings and preferences. Most of the time, her attention was focused on her older sister, trying to find some flaws in her.

Unfortunately……

In her eyes, her sister was flawless for the time being.

Her neck was fair and slender, her figure tall and graceful, her waist so slim that one would want to hold her in their arms forever. The neckline of her yukata was slightly open, revealing half of her shoulder through the wide neckline, and from above, one could also see a delicate, snow-white collarbone.

After analyzing the situation for a long time, Asuka Kasahara realized that she was indeed no match for her older sister, so she turned her attention to her mother.

Compared to her aloof and spirited older sister, her mother gave off an air of elegance and nobility.

She possessed an elegant and dignified demeanor, with a sweet-looking face that resembled mine. However, unlike me, my mother exuded a mature woman's intellectual charm, something I could never match...

"Ugh, so annoying—"

Kasahara Asuka felt very frustrated.

"What's wrong with you?" Her mother and sister both looked at her at the same time.

"Asuka's having teenage woes!" Kasahara Asuka looked at the two faces that were even prettier than hers and said angrily, "If you don't care about the youngest person in the family, she's packing her things and running away from home tomorrow!"

"Where do you think she'll go?" Kasahara Fukaeri asked her mother.

“I bet it was the same as when she was twelve,” Mrs. Kasahara smiled radiantly, her eyes reflecting the light, “she took a lot of money, wandered around aimlessly, and then went home as if nothing had happened when she got bored.”

"I have nothing to say to you!"

Kasahara Asuka muttered.

Then, feeling embarrassed, she hid her face behind her mother's back and refused to look up again.

"She was rejected by Fujiwara Izaya," Mrs. Kasahara said to her eldest daughter, her tone like that of middle-aged women gossiping at a neighborhood social gathering.

"Ah, don't say it—" Kasahara Asuka took two deep breaths, then started throwing a tantrum again.

"It's because your mother spoiled you since you were little that you're so disrespectful." Kasahara Fukari reached out and pinched her younger sister's ear, pulling her face off her mother's back. "I told you not to go near him, can you remember that?"

Under her older sister's piercing gaze, Kasahara Asuka pouted and expertly adopted a pitiful expression, pleading, "It hurts, little sister~"

Her voice was soft and gentle, like that of a newborn kitten, making her all the more endearing.

"Alright, alright, Fuka Eri, don't really pinch her too hard," Mrs. Kasahara rescued her younger daughter from her eldest daughter's arms and gently breathed into her younger daughter's ear: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Mommy will protect Asuka."

“Don’t spoil her so much…” Kasahara Mieri rubbed her temples, looking quite helpless.

"Hehe~" Kasahara Asuka hid in her mother's arms, covering her mouth with the back of her hand, and let out a lively giggle that smelled like citrus.

Looking at her youngest daughter's mischievous appearance, Mrs. Kasahara's delicate brows relaxed: "Bring that child back during Golden Week so that Mom can see her."

"Eh?"

The two sisters exclaimed in surprise at the same time.

“Don’t make a fuss,” Mrs. Kasahara said, holding her two daughters’ wrists in each hand, her expression sad. “He’s completely captivated my daughters’ attention, how can I sit still!”

The older and younger sisters exchanged glances, each secretly plotting their own schemes.

The next second, Mrs. Kasahara put on a cheerful expression and spoke in a lazy, leisurely voice, like a night breeze blowing through the garden: "After all, the younger sister said she wanted to marry the same man as the older sister, so I have to help you two sisters make the decision, right?"

"..."

Kasahara Asuka's face stiffened.

"Is that so?" Kasahara Fukari looked at her sister strangely.

"No, no—" Kasahara Asuka screamed, then turned and ran out the door in a panic, as if she were a wanted criminal trying to evade the police.

In the living room where only the two of them remained, Kasahara Fukari looked at her mother.

"Ah~" Mrs. Kasahara yawned elegantly, patting her lips with her small hand, "Didn't you go to France as an exchange student for a year of university the year before last? Asuka told me about it during that time."

Listening to her mother's words, Kasahara Fukaeri remained silent, her thin eyebrows slightly furrowed as she pondered something.

"Don't take it to heart, it's just something a child said casually." Mrs. Kasahara picked up a rose stem from the table and gently stroked the thorns. "Asuka has always liked to stick to you since she was little. It's normal for her to talk nonsense since she hasn't seen you for such a long time for the first time."

“But lately she seems to like going against me.” Kasahara Fukaeri sighed helplessly.

“It’s the rebellious phase,” Mrs. Kasahara said, looking at her eldest daughter with gentle eyes. “From childhood to adulthood, you’ve always been the most outstanding and dazzling among your peers. Asuka, who has always followed behind you, is naturally overshadowed by your brilliance. Everyone around her is reminding her to take her older sister as a role model and strive for excellence. When she was little, hearing these words would have filled her with motivation, and she would have worked hard towards that goal for a long time. But when she enters adolescence and is still being nagged about these things every day, she will feel annoyed. We are adults, and we need to understand her thoughts more.”

"Well."

Kasahara Fukaeri nodded slightly.

She understood, but no matter what, it was unrealistic for both sisters to marry the same man. She decided to warn Fujiwara Izaya during their first meeting that he was not allowed to get close to her sister again.

Uh……

Of course, she wouldn't let him get close either.

At the doorway, a small head peeked in, secretly observing what was happening inside.

“I’m really looking forward to Golden Week,” Mrs. Kasahara said with a smile. “I really want to meet that child and see if he’s worth entrusting my two precious daughters to.”

"Mom is so mean, why did she have to say such embarrassing things..." The little head turned slightly, looking at her sister.

My sister is smiling at me.

Damn it!

Having nothing more to say to those two old women, Asuka is going to run away from home!

Chapter 58. If you don't work hard, you'll become a woman's plaything.

April 28, the day before the holiday.

After today, Japan's traditional Golden Week holiday will begin, which runs from April 29 to May 5.

After the school bell rang in the afternoon, Fujiwara Izaya grabbed his schoolbag and went to the activity room for paranormal research, with Ikeda Seiji following beside him.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone into the campus from the west, bathing the walls of the buildings in a beautiful sunset yellow. In the bustling courtyard, the melodious sound of an oboe drifted through the air, and a flock of plump gray pigeons hopped from one oak branch to another.

"Damn it!" Ikeda Seiji rubbed his hands together, looking at the couple dating in the courtyard with a ferocious expression.

"Don't you already have Koike-kun?" Fujiwara Rin asked curiously, "Why are you still acting like a member of the FFF group?"

"Because of the love letter incident last time, Xiaochi hasn't spoken to me for a long time!"

"Serves you right."

"Fujiwara-kun, please help me, okay?"

"How can I help you?"

"Could you please plead with Xiaochi for me?"

"I'm not familiar with Xiaochi."

"You should ask Kasahara to plead with her."

"...I'm not even close to Asuka!"

As soon as he finished speaking, as if God was deliberately working against Fujiwara Izaya, a beautiful and charming girl jumped out from the corner of the stairs. The setting sun shone on her through the glass of the opposite school building, and her bright orange hair shimmered with firelight.

"Oh, it's you, senior!"

The moment Asuka Kasahara saw him, her face instantly lit up with a cute smile.

She wore a pale yellow cardigan that reached about thigh-length over her upper body; underneath was a pristine white uniform shirt with a crooked bow tied above her chest, giving the illusion that her vibrant breasts were growing vigorously and about to break free of their restraints.

"Da, da, da..."

With each step she took closer to Fujiwara Izaya, the junior's high-heeled sandals made a crisp, cool sound.

asshole!

At school, students are required to wear standard flat shoes; wearing high heels is against school rules!

Please take your feet off right now, junior, and leave me barefoot!

Seiji Ikeda silently took a step back, looking at Izaya Fujiwara with a resentful gaze: "Is this what you mean by not being familiar?"

“…I,” Fujiwara Izaya opened his mouth, but was speechless.

The little monk's expression became even more resentful.

Look, everyone, he's too lazy to explain himself anymore!

Ah!

A man who has changed his heart is heartless!

As soon as she got close to Fujiwara Izaya, Kasahara Asuka's smile vanished instantly. She pressed one hand to the corner of her eye with the cuff of her overly long sweater sleeve, and with the other hand, she pounded Fujiwara Izaya's shoulder with her small fist, pretending to cry.

"Senior, sob sob, how heartless—"

"...What are you doing now?" Fujiwara Izaya's tone was full of headache.

Why did you ignore Asuka last night?

"I'm doing my homework..."

"Liar!"

"Where did I lie to you?"

"Asuka asks about club matters, and you stop replying. Do you think it's because you and Hoshimi-senpai are hiding something from Asuka, which is why you're avoiding the question?"

Fujiwara Izaya: "...?"

Why should I explain these things to you?

Asuka Kasahara's sassy and uninhibited crying has successfully transformed the onlookers' gazes into the kind of disdainful (and envious) look typically reserved for scumbags.

"My senior and I are innocent!"

To avoid being labeled a scumbag, Fujiwara Izaya could only explain, "We've known each other for over a year, and we've never even held hands. What could I possibly be hiding from you?"

Upon hearing this, Asuka Kasahara's expression changed again.

She transformed from a wronged, resentful woman into a sweet, first-love girlfriend, even tugging at Fujiwara Izaya's sleeve in a coquettish tone, saying, "I believe senpai wouldn't let Asuka down!"

"I'm telling you, Fujiwara, this is where you're wrong!" Ikeda Seiji looked at Fujiwara Izaya indignantly. "It's gotten to the point where you need to explain your relationships with other girls, and you're still saying you're not familiar with Kasahara-san? Isn't that a bit too much of a jerk?"

The students watching all nodded in agreement.