I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 126 - 87. As for big sisters, of course, they can be said to be convincing. (Achievement of 10,000 words)

Chapter 126: 87. As for big sisters, of course, they can be said to be convincing. (Achievement of 10,000 words)

The bean-sized raindrops swept across, relentlessly striking the ninth-floor glass window.

Fujiwara Reya climbed out of the water, shook off the water droplets from his hair, and walked towards the lounge chair.

"Miss Kasahara," he asked, "you’ve watched the performance for so long, don’t you have a comment or two?"

"I heard it." Kasahara Fumi said.

She maintained the same posture from beginning to end, resting her chin on her hand, remaining motionless.

"I know you can hear." Fujiwara Reya continued walking.

White wings spread open behind him, and at the same time, his hair and pupils turned golden, a commanding aura emanating from the slightly fluttering wings.

As if she had seen something dazzling, Kasahara Fumi couldn’t help but squint her eyes at him.

No matter how you looked at it, that look didn’t seem like her usual self, but it was only for a moment. Two seconds later, she quickly averted her gaze elsewhere, her cheeks slightly flushed.

Fujiwara Reya approached her, saying, "It’s our turn to have a talk."

"Stop!" Kasahara Fumi shouted.

"Hmm?"

Fujiwara Reya was somewhat puzzled.

Wasn’t this elder sister always interested in his identity? Why did she refuse now that he was about to reveal it himself?

"... You, you should..." Kasahara Fumi stammered for a moment, took the deepest breath, and in the smallest voice said, "You should put some clothes on before coming over..."

"..."

Fujiwara Reya, who was usually thick-skinned, was now embarrassed to the point of wanting to die.

A clean towel hung by the poolside; he retracted his great tengu form, lowered his head, rushed over, and wrapped himself tightly with the towel without saying a word.

Kasahara Fumi turned her face to one side, her toes hidden in her stockings curling shyly for some reason.

Fujiwara Reya, who climbed out of the pool wearing only shorts, showed a fully visible physique to her. Although not burly, his muscles were tight and well-defined, especially the evenly toned lines of his abs, blending aesthetic and power perfectly. Just one look, and no woman could resist the urge to touch and feel.

Stop!

Can’t think like this!

Kasahara Fumi halted her thoughts and gazed at the clouds outside the window.

The sky remained overcast, and whether it was the distant Skytree Tower’s body, the nearby construction site’s tall cranes, or the warning lights of an airplane in the sky, all colors seemed absorbed into the somber shadow of the clouds. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Thunder rumbled continuously.

Each flash of white light in the sky caused the glass window to shake, briefly coating the indoor objects’ outlines with a layer of whitewash.

"Miss Kasahara, thank you for today." Fujiwara Reya returned wrapped in a towel, lying down on the lounge chair beside her.

"It’s nothing."

Kasahara Fumi said in a voice akin to a news anchor on television, as if she were an outsider.

After speaking, she squinted at the view outside the window, looking as if she were pondering something. She wore a formal black suit, her legs draped over the lounge chair, covered in sleek, silky black stockings. From the side, she seemed to be not looking or thinking about anything, appearing in a daze like a realistically sculpted statue made of special silicone.

"If you don’t speak, I’m leaving." Fujiwara Reya said.

"Uh, let me think..." Kasahara Fumi gently shook her head a few centimeters, turning over to look at his face, frowning in thought.

In those black pearl-like eyes, an almost satiny distinct luster flowed, yet as in their last meeting, her face was devoid of any expression.

Fujiwara Reya could only give up his idea of initiating a conversation, waiting quietly for her to continue.

After a long while, the thunder roared again, and Kasahara Fumi held a wine glass, coldly stating, "You’re not a good person."

"I never claimed to be a good person." Fujiwara Reya shrugged.

Kasahara Fumi fell silent once more.

The slightly intensified breathing, sounding like echoes from the end of a long corridor, was unclear in content but seemed as if she was a bit angry, as Fujiwara Reya could discern.

So, he quickly added, "When dealing with good people, that’s when I’m a good person."

"Hmm..."

Kasahara Fumi’s breathing calmed down.

"Where are you from?" she asked.

"A Hidden God Town deep in the mountains of Nagano Prefecture."

"Your mother?"

"Natsuki Rin."

"Then," Kasahara Fumi took a sip of pine nut liquor without making a sound, "why confess so suddenly?"

Outside the window, another peal of thunder sounded, still distant, but getting closer. Fujiwara Reya tried to smile at her as kindly as possible: "Because Miss Kasahara came alone, so I trust you won’t reveal this secret."

Kasahara Fumi curled her legs, her delicate hands in fists placed on her knees, her gaze fixed on Fujiwara Reya’s face, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. Her lips tightly sealed, though they were close, it felt as if they were staring at each other from two kilometers away.

This sister is too cold... Fujiwara Reya lamented silently in his heart.

Indeed, her tall and graceful figure, and her legs’ proportions were even more perfect than Fujiwara Reya’s, and that near flaming orange long hair was eye-catching enough. Yet her expression truly lacked liveliness, like a sharp iceberg, making one feel both dangerous and unfathomable.

This kind of person could never become a magazine model, idol singer, or actor.

But because of her mystery and inaccessibility, she naturally possesses a charm that draws people closer to explore.

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