I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 270 - 123. The thoughts of both the daughter and the mother are not pure.

Chapter 270: 123. The thoughts of both the daughter and the mother are not pure.

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Kasahara Asuka bit her pen, pressing her cheek against the desk, pretending to be dead.

Opposite her, Hoshimi Rinko had just finished silently reciting a section of "I Ching," her white and slender neck slightly bowed, her lips well-shaped.

"Let’s call it a day." Fujiwara Reya closed the ancient book in his hands, thick enough to deter anyone from wanting to read it.

It was already August, and after intense training, the physical abilities of the four women had significantly improved. Kasahara Asuka, who was often forced to attend makeup lessons, had especially made a leap in progress.

The junior had a natural talent, plus she was smart with a solid foundation, but her attention span was too short.

Now, with Fujiwara Reya’s supervision, the only weak point had been forcibly addressed, and she easily stepped into the advanced realm.

"So tired—"

Kasahara Asuka rubbed her sore shoulders, casting a resentful look at her senior.

"Your gaze is scarier than Kayako’s." Fujiwara Reya took a sip from his cup.

Kasahara Asuka rubbed her face against the desk: "You’re the culprit for killing Asuka’s youth, senior."

With that, she lunged forward with a howl and reached out to grab Fujiwara Reya.

"Ouch! Let go!" Fujiwara Reya grumbled, "You’re pulling my hair!"

"Nishin—"

The two of them tangled together and fell onto the tatami.

"No! Don’t move!... Take your hands off... Senpai is watching."

"Give me a massage!" Kasahara Asuka kicked off her slippers, stretching her legs into his lap.

Fujiwara Reya struggled to turn his head to look at Hoshimi Rinko: "Senpai..."

"Please, go ahead." Hoshimi Rinko smiled gracefully, her eyes cast downward, the corners gleaming like the cold edge of a dagger.

See?

You can’t believe a word women say.

Just as Fujiwara Reya was in a dilemma, the front door opened, and two elegantly dressed women, with thin waist belts, stepped in under the moonlight.

Mrs. Hoshimi held a bouquet of black lilies, while Mrs. Kasahara carried three masks, all fox masks—one black and gold representing male, and two red and white representing female.

"Rinko," Mrs. Hoshimi handed the flowers to her daughter, "find a vase to arrange them in."

"So beautiful!" Hoshimi Rinko sniffed the flowers, "Black lilies, so rare."

"They were given by a nearby temple," Mrs. Kasahara sat down, rubbing her ankle as if exhausted, "There’s a three-day Buddha’s birthday gathering starting tomorrow. The monks want us to help out to make an impression. Honestly, I, a great beauty, don’t want to attend such a mundane temple event—"

Just as she finished speaking, as if in response, the sound of a bell from the nearby temple drifted in.

It was a very ordinary small temple, where the bell rang every morning and evening, and Fujiwara Reya heard it every time.

Hoshimi Rinko put the black lilies in a vase and brought it back to the table.

The petals drooped slightly, but they weren’t wilted yet.

Fujiwara Reya leaned in for a closer look, "The petals are so small."

"What?" Hoshimi Rinko didn’t catch that.

"They look like black, but not quite black, more like a deep purple, yet not purple, as if smeared with heavy rouge." Fujiwara Reya admired the delicate petals, each less than an inch, about seven or eight-tenths. There were six petals, spreading out in several sections.

Mrs. Hoshimi explained from the side: "In the sunlight during the day, the petals show a lovely reddish-purple color."

"That’s really like a woman’s varied face..." Fujiwara Reya sniffed the flower’s scent, "Even the smell is like the musk of a woman."

Musk?

The two young girls blinked ignorantly.

Did he mean it in a promiscuous way... Both ladies blushed, casting a teasing glance at Fujiwara Reya.

"No, it’s the elegant scent of a woman’s body." Fujiwara Reya quickly corrected, "You can try smelling it too if you don’t believe me."

"This kid is just talking nonsense!" Mrs. Kasahara scolded playfully, patting his head, then picked up the black-gold fox mask, changing the subject: "This mask was given by a monk, supposedly representing an eternal young fairy. Isn’t it lovely?"

"Try it on." Fujiwara Reya suggested.

"When I got it, I tried the red and white masks, they were adorable." Mrs. Kasahara placed the black-gold mask over her face, "Even though this color represents male, there isn’t any style I can’t pull off."

"Conceited." Mrs. Hoshimi teased from the side.

"Ah, you can’t be envious; charm is innate." Mrs. Kasahara happily wrapped her hands around her head.

Fujiwara Reya looked at her outstretched arms: "Is the band tied at the back?"

"Yes, it’s quite convenient." Mrs. Kasahara adjusted the mask, gazing at Fujiwara Reya through the eyeholes, "Doesn’t it look great?"

With that, she stood up and twirled a few times; wearing a slim blue kimono with shoulder pads, her long hair cascading over her slender shoulders, she presented a graceful and carefree figure. ƒreewebɳovel.com

After spinning a few times, amid the overwhelming fragrance, Mrs. Kasahara bent down, the mask pressing against Fujiwara Reya’s cheek, whispering hauntingly: "I’m a beautiful and charming young fairy, tonight, I’ll steal your heart—"

However, her voice was so charming and sweet that it seemed to turn the entire room’s atmosphere soft and ambiguous.

"Oh no!" Fujiwara Reya clutched his chest dramatically, "I’m going to come out!"

"Mom!" Kasahara Asuka muttered.

"Haha, Xiangxiang’s jealous." Mrs. Kasahara, wearing the young fox demon’s mask, made various poses. Her face was small and delicate, the mask nearly covering her pretty chin, and without looking at the lower half, you really couldn’t tell there was an exquisite, gentle lady beneath the mask.

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