I have an unlimited number of shikigami

"Hmm, as expected of Asuka, she looks good no matter how you photograph her." She nodded with great satisfaction, then snatched the phone from Fujiwara Izaya's hand and posted the picture using his Instagram account.

I really want to be Ms. Asuka's dog!

"..."

Fujiwara Izaya really wanted to pin her to the ground and beat her up, so she could truly experience the love from the Nagano mountain god.

After playing around, Kasahara Asuka put away her lively personality, looked around the shrine ruins with a serious expression, and asked, "How did it become like this?"

"I guess I've offended someone." Fujiwara Izaya put her stockings into the cardboard box and bent down to continue looking for things.

"Who is it?" Kasahara Asuka asked.

"Why are you asking this?" Fujiwara Izaya turned his head. "Are you going to stand up for me?"

"Of course!" Kasahara Asuka put her hands on her hips, exuding a strong boss-like aura. "Senpai is my person. If anyone bullies you, of course I'll fight back for you."

Fujiwara Izaya shook his head: "I don't know who it is either."

It's almost certain that it's related to Kawashima Miki, but he doesn't want his junior to get involved. Firstly, he doesn't want to owe anyone a favor, and secondly, he wants to win over Jorogumo, so he can't let anyone else cause trouble.

"An unseen enemy is the most terrifying, so be careful, senpai." After giving him this advice, Kasahara Asuka's large eyes darted around a few times, and a sly smile suddenly appeared on her lips. "Eh, senpai," she asked, "where will you be living from now on?"

"Let's find a hotel first." Fujiwara Izaya stood up, carrying the cardboard box, and walked towards the corner of the wall, where Honda Kosaku stopped to avoid being harmed.

Asuka Kasahara said meaningfully, "Staying in a hotel is a waste of money."

“There’s no other way,” Fujiwara Izaya replied as he stacked the two cardboard boxes on the back seat and secured them with tape. “It will take at least two or three months to rebuild the shrine. I can’t just set up a convertible here.”

“I have a way to save money.” Kasahara Asuka strode into the driver’s seat of the Honda Syaoran, chuckled happily, and poked Fujiwara Izaya’s chest with her finger: “Asuka’s house is very, very big, but it’s still missing a Honda Syaoran. How about you send the Silver Dragon over, senpai? It can be Asuka’s driver from now on, with food and lodging provided.”

"No way!" Fujiwara Izaya looked up and tapped her forehead. "With your personality, what if you try to climb into my bed in the middle of the night?"

"Ouch~" Kasahara Asuka covered her forehead and looked at him pitifully: "It hurts, senpai is so rough, not gentle at all."

"Come on, I didn't even use any force!"

"It hurts! Senior is so unkind!"

"Alright, alright, I'm too lazy to talk about this pointless stuff. Get out of the car, I'm driving off."

"Where did you go, senior?"

"Leave these things at a friend's house."

"Male and female?"

"female."

"lover?"

"An ordinary friend who owns a bakery."

"Asuka is going too."

"Are you really that free?" Fujiwara Izaya looked at her wearily. "What excuse are you going to use to bother me today?"

"I've come to ask my senior to cut the lawn." Kasahara Asuka smiled innocently and naively. "You promised, so you can't go back on your word."

"Alright, wait for me here," Fujiwara Izaya said. "I'll put my things away and then come back for you!"

"No way!" Kasahara Asuka refused outright, and automatically put on the helmet she thought was ugly. "Asuka is going with Senpai to see the vixen hiding outside."

"There are no seats left!" Fujiwara Izaya pointed to the two cardboard boxes in the back seat. "Unless you sit there."

"Asuka, sit in the front!" Kasahara Asuka shifted her little bottom forward, leaving a narrow space between the cardboard box and her back.

"Do you think I'm afraid of taking advantage of you?" Fujiwara Izaya said threateningly as he put on his helmet.

"Yay, Senpai finally stopped backing down." Kasahara Asuka cheered, tilting her head and smiling at him. "Asuka also wants to try being hugged by Senpai so she can decide the limits of their future relationship."

Her delicate and pretty face shone brightly in the soft morning light.

"You lewd little bitch..." Fujiwara Rinya reinforced his impression of her in his mind, raised his leg, and squeezed into the narrow gap.

As soon as she sat down, Kasahara Asuka tilted her head back and bumped into his chest: "Does senpai have gynophobia?"

No.

"Then why don't you come closer?"

"...Do you think I'm as easy as you?!" Fujiwara Izaya found an impeccable excuse and, before she could argue, roared, "Silver Dragon, depart—"

With a twist of the accelerator, the Honda Cougar slowly started moving.

Passing through the torii gate, they slid down the long ramp and merged into the busy avenue. Kasahara Asuka gripped the rearview mirror with both hands, the wind blowing against her face, her long orange hair, carrying a citrus scent, brushing against Fujiwara Izaya's face strand by strand.

"Hey, senpai," Kasahara Asuka suddenly turned around and said with a smile, "It feels so good to be in front. From now on, Asuka will be in front and senpai will be behind, okay?"

"Please, don't use such ambiguous language!"

"That's because the senior's mind is full of pornography, so everything he sees and hears is pornography."

"..."

Upon closer reflection, there's really no way to refute it.

Around 7 a.m., when Fujiwara Izaya arrived at the [Lemon] bakery, he was untying the tape from the cardboard box on the back seat when Kasahara Asuka ran into the store ahead of him and headed straight for Yukino Riho.

Chapter 77. That year, at 17, at my junior's house, standing like a lackey.

"I am the legitimate wife!"

"?"

"I was here first, so I'm the rightful wife!"

"?"

"I'm telling you, don't think you can be the senior just because you're older than me. These things don't depend on age, but on who came first!"

"?"

No matter what the orange-haired girl in front of her said, Yukino Riho tilted her head slightly and blinked her clear eyes to express her confusion.

"I'll say it one last time, I'm the first wife!"

"?"

"Do you think I'm joking? Let me tell you, I am..."

Halfway through her sentence, Asuka Kasahara suddenly choked up and couldn't finish her sentence.

She was somewhat discouraged.

The woman opposite her was so calm and composed that she suspected she might be Korean or Chinese and couldn't understand Japanese at all.

Fujiwara Izaya walked in carrying two cardboard boxes and nodded to Yukino Riho: "Hello, Yukino-san."

"Hello, Fujiwara-kun." Yukino Riho smiled gently.

"I'll leave these two boxes here for now and come back to pick them up tonight."

"Ok."

After placing the two boxes under the counter, Fujiwara Izaya walked between the two women, slapped Kasahara Asuka on the back of the head, and reprimanded her sternly, "Don't you have any manners, talking to someone you're meeting for the first time like that?"

"Ouch, that hurts!"

Kasahara Asuka covered her head and glared at him angrily.

“This is my junior,” Fujiwara Izaya looked back at Yukino Riho and apologized on her behalf: “I apologize to you on her behalf. Please don’t take offense, Miss Yukino. She’s not a bad person, just a little spoiled and self-important. Please don’t take it to heart, Miss Yukino.”

"apologize?"

Yukino Riho blinked inexplicably.

Then, she tilted her head slightly and responded to Fujiwara Izaya with a questioning look that seemed to ask, "What did she mean by that?"

“Uh,” Fujiwara Izaya opened his mouth, as if to say something, but in the end he just sighed and rubbed his forehead, “What a stupid woman…”

"Hey, I'm getting angry!" Yukino Riho understood what she meant and immediately protested, "Miss Yukino is solemnly protesting to Fujiwara-san for the thirty-seventh time that she is not a stupid woman!"

Fujiwara Izaya found her serious expression quite amusing.

It's not meant in a derogatory way; it's just that seeing her has that adorable, unexpected charm makes me happy.

"I said, don't ignore me!" Kasahara Asuka put one hand on her hip and grabbed Fujiwara Izaya's sleeve with the other. "Senpai, you need to make it clear to her that Asuka is the first wife!"

“Sorry, you’re not.” Fujiwara Izaya gently slapped her hand away. “In terms of seniority, you have to be after Yukino-san. I’ve known her for half a day longer than you have.”

"..."

Kasahara Asuka quickly found a reason to refute him.

"I noticed you, senpai, from the very first day of school!" She chuckled, a sly glint in her eyes. "So, Asuka was the first to notice you, senpai... Asuka is the big..."

“Even so, you’re not,” Fujiwara Izaya calmly interrupted her. “Hoshimi-senpai has known me for a year. Do you want to go and discuss the issue of size with her?”

"she?"

Kasahara Asuka smiled dismissively, puffing out her chest smugly.

Ok.

In terms of size, the senior student is completely outmatched.

"Alright, alright, tone it down a bit." Fujiwara Izaya scolded her helplessly, then turned to say goodbye to Yukino Riho, "I have other things to do, goodbye, Yukino-san."

Yukino Riho waved her hand gently.

After the two left the store, she slumped onto the table, bored, thinking about what she could do to help Fujiwara Izaya. As she pondered, her gaze drifted to the two suitcases he had brought.

I went over to take a look and found that the box wasn't sealed tightly, and I could see some daily necessities through the gaps.

Is it luggage?

She's probably looking for a place to stay... Yukino Riho bit her lower lip, resting her chin on her hand as she pondered. He doesn't seem to have much money, so staying at a hotel would probably be difficult. Perhaps she could let him stay at her place; there are empty rooms upstairs anyway...

Thinking this way, the guilt she felt lessened a little.

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Sharp-edged white clouds floated in the sky.

Honda Kosei slowly left Asakusa and headed to Tokyo Daijingu Shrine in Chiyoda. In the back seat was the angry, wooden-headed senior, Kasahara Asuka, who refused to let her sit in the front.