I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 214 - 109. From the Tennis Hall to the Lovers’ Tea House

In the narrow space, Fujiwara Reya was pondering a question.

If he came clean now, could he get leniency from his aunt... After all these years, his aunt already knew that he aspired to be a great man like his father, so she might understand his playboy behavior... yeah, right!

During those seven years from eight to fifteen, she had evolved from a sweet and adorable little girl into a devilishly brilliant older sister, an absolute "Linlin" enthusiast!

Plus, she was personally trained by Fujiwara Reya according to his own preferences, really bringing misfortune upon himself.

"Fukaeri~"

There was a knock on the door from outside.

"What are you doing in there? Why don’t I hear the sound of showering?"

"..." Fujiwara Reya stood with his arms crossed, staring wide-eyed at Kasahara Fukaeri, who was clad in tennis clothes.

"If you’re not undressed, open the door and let me in. I need to shower and change clothes too."

"..."

"I’ve been wanting to shower with you since we were in school, finally got the chance."

Natsuki Kuri spoke with increasing excitement.

After all these years of not seeing each other, it’s unclear whether she has developed some peculiar habit.

No way!

This won’t do!

Even though I don’t know what my aunt is thinking, staying silent will definitely expose us. If we got caught on the street, Fujiwara Reya wouldn’t be so flustered, after all, he and the Kasahara sisters are still very clean, nothing irreversible has happened.

But confessions also depend on the occasion!

If caught in the changing room’s shower compartment, even if justified, it becomes inexplicable!

"Miss Fukaeri..." Fujiwara Reya slowly bent down and whispered, "Please start showering."

"..." Kasahara Fukaeri crossed her arms over her chest, looking extremely wary, as if facing a deranged pervert.

Fujiwara Reya looked up and blinked at her.

’We are comrades!’

’Sorry, never fought together!’

’At this rate, I’ll die!’

’I’ll handle your burial.’

’Don’t be so heartless... after all, I’m your subordinate, you’re responsible for protecting me...’

Silence followed for a long time.

Kasahara Fukaeri’s chin moved a few millimeters, she slightly nodded but remained motionless.

At this moment, her eyes were turning restlessly, evidently feeling extremely embarrassed and ashamed, the fingertips reaching for the valve trembled slightly. Upon touching the water valve handle, she lightly bit her lower lip, took a deep breath, and resolutely turned on the shower.

"Whoosh~"

The warm water flowed down, the spray slightly obstructing their views, both let out a sigh of relief.

Kasahara Fukaeri hugged her arms tightly, trying to curl herself into the corner, her clothes quickly getting completely drenched, sticking to her skin like a homeless child.

The black lace faintly visible, the scene very seductive.

Fujiwara Reya remained silent.

"...Bastard!" Kasahara Fukaeri bit her lip, staring fixedly at a point on the wall, looking quite pitifully aggrieved. Her furrowed brows would make anyone think that despite her cold exterior, she’s actually a very gentle person, just lacking the ability to express it.

That’s the reason for the conflict with her sister... Fujiwara Reya said nothing, turning to face the cubicle door resolutely.

Outside the door, Natsuki Kuri leaned against the door, her lips slightly curved.

"Hey, Fukaeri..." she suddenly asked, voice filled with curiosity, "Why haven’t you ever had a boyfriend? Back in college, there were many chasing after you."

Inside, Kasahara Fukaeri said nothing, just blinked quietly, watching Fujiwara Reya’s back.

After waiting a while without an answer, Natsuki Kuri asked again, "Is there no reason why?"

"I don’t want to get pregnant..." Kasahara Fukaeri replied dryly.

"Having a boyfriend doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll get pregnant." Natsuki Kuri said with a laugh.

Fujiwara Reya scratched his slightly damp hair, indeed, having a boyfriend doesn’t necessarily mean pregnancy, Miss Fukaeri’s answer was, how to say it... very much her style.

"Why don’t you want to get pregnant?" Natsuki Kuri asked curiously, "Do you dislike children?"

Kasahara Fukaeri shrugged slightly.

She didn’t answer the question, only the sound of running water came from inside the cubicle.

After a while, Natsuki Kuri sighed, "You must have shrugged inside, right?"

Kasahara Fukaeri remained silent.

"You know, the 25-year-old you is almost indistinguishable from when you first entered college at 19."

"I don’t know." Kasahara Fukaeri almost smiled but didn’t quite manage it.

"Always dropping communication midway, not caring about the awkwardness of the other party... The habit of twirling your eyes when you have thoughts, tapping something with your fingertips, that aloofness that makes you hard to approach—all the same as before."

Next door, Kasahara Asuka walked out while drying her hair, adding, "Ever since Asuka could remember, that’s how my sister’s been, unchangeable." freeweɓnovel-cøm

"Whoever ends up as your brother-in-law, that’s truly suffering; it’s hard to imagine any man could tolerate her. Even harder to imagine her sharing a bath with a man in the future..." Natsuki Kuri teased meaningfully, picking up her clothes and heading into the compartment to shower.

Inside the cubicle, Fujiwara Reya turned around, looking at Kasahara Fukaeri through the spray.

’Actually, I can tolerate it.’ He signaled with his eyes.

To that, Kasahara Fukaeri left him on read.

’Of course, don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying I want to be Asuka’s brother-in-law, and definitely not saying I want to share a bath with you in the future...’ Fujiwara Reya continued to signal.

Kasahara Fukaeri nodded slightly.

Her responses are always concise and clear, conserving words wherever possible.

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