I have an unlimited number of shikigami

"...Think whatever you want."

Fujiwara Izaya temporarily gave up the struggle.

Thinking about it carefully, being labeled a scumbag isn't so bad; at least you'll receive fewer date invitations.

"Oh, right, there's something I need to discuss with you, senior," Kasahara Asuka leaned closer, her expression pleading, "How about coming to Asuka's house during Golden Week?"

"I want to work!" Fujiwara Izaya refused outright.

“Help Asuka mow down the lawn in the yard,” Kasahara Asuka said with a sly smile, as if she had him cornered. “One million yen reward.”

100 yen?

Did she think she was the kind of person who would give in to money?

She was wrong!

Fujiwara Izaya just likes working part-time!

Thinking about it carefully, mowing lawns is also within the scope of business, so let's just treat this as a regular part-time job...?

Making money is nothing to be ashamed of!

“It’s settled then.” Kasahara Asuka tiptoed and cutely wiped non-existent sweat from his cheek with her sleeve. “My mother also said she wants to meet you, so please be prepared.”

So you're meeting the parents already?

Isn't this a bit too fast?

Smelling the citrus scent on his junior, Fujiwara Izaya instinctively wanted to ask, "Should I bring you a gift?" But before he could ask, she had already left with light steps.

A perfectly slender waist, long legs encased in white stockings, and the tantalizing glimpse of her "absolute territory" beneath the swaying pleated skirt...

nice!

"Hey, Fujiwara-kun," Ikeda Seiji said with a fawning smile, winking at Fujiwara Izaya, "Could you ask Kasahara-san to plead with Koike for me? My happiness for the rest of my life is in your hands, you won't just stand by and watch me die, will you?"

"I'll try my best..."

"That's what a good brother is!" Ikeda Seiji touched his buzz cut, smiled innocently, and then said with great envy, "He's good-looking, rich, powerful and influential, and only acts cute and charming with you... If I were you, I would wake up laughing in my dreams at night."

"I'm afraid I'll have nightmares and wake up scared..." Fujiwara Izaya remarked.

The two parted ways in front of the club building, and he went to the Paranormal Research Department alone.

I kept thinking about one question the whole way.

My junior's mother is the director of the Kanto branch of the Onmyōryō (Yin-Yang Bureau).

To understand how powerful this position is, we need to start with the structure of the Yin-Yang Bureau.

Japan's traditional regional divisions can be roughly divided into eight parts. Shikoku, Kyushu, and Hokkaido each have their own branch of the Onmyoryo (Yin-Yang Bureau). Honshu, in the middle, consolidates its five traditional regions into two divisions: Kanto and Kansai.

The headquarters of the Yin-Yang Bureau is located in Kyoto Prefecture, Kansai.

Each branch of the Onmyōryō has a council to manage daily affairs. The council is managed by four chairpersons and a general manager sent by headquarters (except for the Kanto branch). They are jokingly referred to in the industry as the "Big 5".

The Big 5 members of each branch are also council members of the Onmyōryō headquarters, and can directly manage temples and shrines nationwide.

According to Fujiwara Izaya's information, the general chairman of the Kanto branch is from Meiji Shrine and is the current head of the Tsuchimikado family. The four chairmen are each from Tokyo Daijingu Shrine, Tsurugaoka Hachimangu Shrine, and Senso-ji Temple, with one position currently vacant.

Asakusa Shrine is naturally a member of the Kanto branch's council.

However, Fujiwara Rin was just a nobody, the kind of person who wasn't even qualified to sit in on the annual board meeting.

The more you think.

Fujiwara Izaya's doubts grew stronger, and his unease intensified.

Good-looking boys, you must protect yourselves when you're out and about, or you might get swallowed whole by those devilish junior girls one day.

Arriving at the Paranormal Research Department, I pushed open the door to the activity room.

By the window, Rinko Hoshimi, wearing headphones, twirled a mechanical pencil between her fingers.

The setting sun shone on her head, making her long, lead-black hair gleam slightly. A thick, hardcover book lay open between her slender, white arms.

The spring breeze blew, but it failed to turn the pages; instead, it ruffled the bangs on her forehead.

Seeing such a beautiful scene, Fujiwara Izaya suddenly wanted to say a few words to her, anything at all.

Ideally, it would be some empty, boring joke or something, to vent his frustration at being teased by Asuka. But as soon as he walked over and pulled out the steel pipe chair, he changed his mind.

Hoshimi Rinko took off her headphones and gave him a questioning look: "What happened?"

"It's nothing." Fujiwara Izaya shook his head and put his schoolbag on the table.

You seem to have something on your mind.

"It's probably because I'm tired from studying."

"Oh?"

Hoshimi Rinko crossed her arms, smiling silently, her clear eyes unblinking.

For some reason, Fujiwara Rin felt a little guilty under her gaze. It was as if he had been out all night and came home the next morning to find his wife holding a feather duster on the sofa.

calm down!

Don't panic!

Fujiwara Izaya gave himself a piece of advice.

Life should have a sense of ritual.

Even if I get caught cheating, I'll kneel on durians with a smile!

After scrutinizing Fujiwara Izaya for a while, Hoshimi Rinko smiled slightly and asked, "Are you free during Golden Week?"

"I'm busy." Fujiwara Izaya lowered his gaze to look at the dictionary.

"Oh."

Hoshimi Rinko responded indifferently and lowered her head to read.

A thin layer of crimson clouds covered the sky, and the setting sun reflected through the glass windows of the opposite classroom, turning the activity room into a golden hue. The rough, hoarse cawing of crows echoed from the courtyard.

There was a moment of silence.

Hoshimi Rinko looked up and said slowly, "You haven't been to my place in a long time."

"I've been busy lately, you know how much pressure I'm under. I'm already poor, if I don't work harder, I'll end up like... look below."

At this point, Fujiwara Izaya suddenly pointed to the courtyard below the window.

Rinko Hoshimi peeked out and saw a huge orange cat pancake spread out on the green lawn in the courtyard.

"If I don't work hard, I'll become that fat cat, drifting aimlessly all day, turning into... um?"

The critical words came to an abrupt halt. Under Fujiwara Izaya's dumbfounded gaze, several cute female students surrounded the fat cat, some grooming its fur, some massaging its limbs, and some feeding it cat food sticks.

"Meow meow~"

The delightful cries echoed through the courtyard.

After the girls had finished playing, another girl who was unbelievably beautiful appeared. She took off her flat shoes and gently massaged the fat cat's belly with her feet, which were clad in black stockings.

“Fujiwara-kun, I think I understand what you mean.” Hoshimi Rinko turned around and looked at Fujiwara Izaya with a half-smile. “Are you trying to say that if you don’t work hard, you’ll become a woman’s plaything?”

"..." Fujiwara Rin also wanted to defend himself.

But what the senior said made so much sense that he had no way to refute it.

Whether it's Asuka or Mrs. Araki, they seem to have prepared some incredible temptation, waiting for you to become their plaything.

Chapter 59. The Beginning of a Busy Holiday

On the first day of the holiday, Fujiwara Izaya slept in late.

He usually gets up at six o'clock every day, but today it's almost eight o'clock and he's still not fully awake.

It's not that I'm being lazy.

This Golden Week will be the busiest Golden Week for him in the past seventeen years, so he needs to conserve his energy before he gets busy.

I'm 14 years old

I'm pretty

As sunlight streamed into the room through the curtains, Fujiwara Izaya's Sony phone suddenly rang.

He slowly reached his hand out from under the covers, picked up his phone, and glanced at the screen. It was an unfamiliar number.

I hung up and went back to sleep.

A short while later, the voice of French singer Cécile Corbel rang out again.

It crashed again.

No one can take away my peaceful sleep, as tranquil as a locust in autumn.

Then... the phone rang again, and because he didn't respond for a long time, the ringing became more urgent and impatient, as if the person on the other end of the line was an extremely stubborn and impatient person.

Unable to sleep due to the noise, Fujiwara Izaya finally picked up his phone and swiped to answer the call.

"Excuse me, Fujiwara Izaya..."

The clear and melodious female voice carried a hint of coolness, like an iceberg.

A strange woman called early in the morning...

"I am a minor, I have no money to spend, my family does not have the equipment to receive HNK signals, I do not want an inheritance, I do not donate sperm, I have no intention of not trying, goodbye."

Done.

Fujiwara Izaya hung up the phone immediately.

"Ah~"

I yawned and rubbed my eyes, and my vision gradually became clearer.

The weather outside was sunny, and the morning light filtered softly into the room. Clothes were neatly folded on the chairs, and slippers lying on the floor looked like two lazy puppies.

Two seconds later, the bell rang again.

“Isn’t he a salesman…” Fujiwara Izaya picked up his phone again.