I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 35 - 33. Senior

Would stockings be better?

Or bare feet?

The former provides greater stimulation, while the latter is more moist and comfortable. It seems that both methods of guidance must be experienced once to avoid regrets!

Pondering how to bring the images in his mind to reality, Fujiwara Reya held a pen the whole afternoon without writing a single word.

Bright sunshine, a gentle spring breeze.

In a small room, the little priest was daydreaming at the desk, while the little witch quietly read his young boy’s manga behind him.

The air was filled with the fragrance of cherry blossoms.

The sun gradually drew an arc as it descended toward the horizon.

Dusk arrived.

The slanting sunbeams that came in through the window dyed the room a lovely honey color, and the cool breeze rustled the notebook on the desk.

Fujiwara Reya put down the pen and stretched his arms.

He glanced out of the window; today’s sunset was extraordinarily huge, with the sky painted a blood-red hue, almost eerily beautiful.

The witching hour had arrived.

During this time of day, due to the chaos caused by the transition of yin and yang, mischievous spirits that hid during the day could come out and cause trouble. If people walking alone on the road accidentally encounter them, they might lose consciousness due to being mesmerized.

Fujiwara Reya turned his head and looked at the girl behind him.

Kasahara Asuka was sitting on a pile of books, resting her chin on one hand and staring blankly at the sunset outside the window.

The late-spring breeze swayed her orange hair, revealing and concealing her beautifully shaped little ears. It looked like a scene from some youthful romance where a confession was about to happen.

"Asuka," Fujiwara Reya called out.

"Hmm?" Kasahara Asuka turned her head, her eyes clear like a newborn fawn and with a faint smile.

Was she pretending...? Fujiwara Reya stood up as if nothing happened, smoothing down the wrinkles on his clothes as he said, "We should get going."

"Oh, right away." Kasahara Asuka tossed the manga she was halfway through onto Fujiwara Reya’s bed, picked up her Prada handbag, and stood up, "Where’s the bathroom? Asuka needs to change clothes."

"Change clothes?"

"Yes, into a shrine maiden outfit!"

"Oh, take a left outside, the second-to-last room at the end of the hallway."

Kasahara Asuka walked out carrying her bag, and two seconds later poked her head back into the room, flashing Fujiwara Reya a sweet smile with her delicate face: "Senpai, no peeking. Asuka has a great figure, not an ounce of excess fat."

"My figure is great too, a perfect eight-pack." Fujiwara Reya shrugged, giving her a teasing look, "I’m not showing you either."

"Asuka and Senpai are a match made in heaven." Kasahara Asuka laughed happily.

Fujiwara Reya curiously asked, "How so?"

"For instance, I’m the Devil Wears Prada," Kasahara Asuka pointed to her Prada handbag, and then at Fujiwara Reya’s Uniqlo T-shirt, "Senpai is a homebody who wears Uniqlo. Doesn’t that make us a perfect pair?"

"It just shows there’s a class conflict between us." Fujiwara Reya calmly replied.

"Class conflicts can be reconciled, you know, as long as Senpai marries into Asuka’s family in the future. Bye-bye~~" Kasahara Asuka waved a small hand, leaving Fujiwara Reya with a radiant smile before her little head disappeared by the door.

Marry into her family?

As if a mere mortal could entertain such a thought.

Fujiwara Reya tidied up the desk quickly, left the worship hall, and pushed out the Honda Cub to wait for the little witch to change clothes.

After waiting a good half hour, Kasahara the little witch finally came out.

Her orange hair was styled into a retro princess cut, with red and white ribbons tied at the temples. She wore a white top, a skirt, and red hakama in traditional red and white hues, with a white haori over her upper body adorned with pink cherry blossoms at the sleeves.

"Senpai—"

Kasahara Asuka called softly, gently pinching the haori with her fingertips and gracefully twirling in front of him: "Is this Asuka pretty?"

Her voice was soft, coy, and sincere.

Just as Fujiwara Reya was about to respond, a sudden breeze blew through, making the ancient cherry trees sway, scattering cherry blossoms like rain. The ground was quickly covered with a pink carpet.

Kasahara Asuka, wearing wooden clogs, stepped onto the pink carpet, walking toward him through the cherry blossom rain.

The noble and luxurious girl exuded unmatched elegance and grace with every move, filled with beauty.

This little vixen has quite a strategy... Fujiwara Reya internally remarked.

That wind just now was a Wind Control Spell cast by his junior. He had seen it very clearly because as she spun, a fluctuation of Divine Power appeared in the air, and a blue glow danced at her fingertips.

When she reached him, Kasahara Asuka extended her fair palm to catch the falling petals.

"Look, Senpai, even the cherry blossoms couldn’t help but bloom for Asuka," she said happily.

Her voice was a clear and pleasant girlish tone, yet her expression carried a touch of mature woman’s allure. The strange blend of contrasting qualities made her both pure and seductive, captivating and enchanting.

Fujiwara Reya wearily looked at the smiling little demon: "So young, where did you get such cunning?"

"Oh, isn’t it good like this?"

Kasahara Asuka laughed nonchalantly.

She raised her palm and gently blew toward Fujiwara Reya.

"Whoosh—"

The brilliant cherry blossom petals, carrying a delicate fragrance, wafted toward him.

Inhaling the cherry blossom scent, Fujiwara Reya also inadvertently breathed in her breath.

Suddenly, he felt a bit dizzy, wondering if she had some kind of drug in her mouth.

Kasahara Asuka took out a handkerchief to wipe her hands and prodded, "Senpai hasn’t answered the question yet. Is Asuka beautiful?"

"Very beautiful!"

Fujiwara Reya answered honestly.

Comparing among peers, except for Hoshimi Rinko, he hadn’t seen another high schooler whose looks could rival hers.

Kasahara Asuka continued to ask, "Compared to Senior Sister Hoshimi?"

"Uh..." Fujiwara Reya considered for a moment and replied, "Of course, Asuka is more beautiful."

"You’re only saying that because Senior Sister is not here, aren’t you?" Kasahara Asuka bluntly pointed out his inner thoughts.

"Yes." Fujiwara Reya was quite candid.

"Senpai, you big idiot, that’s not how you should answer." Kasahara Asuka, like an ancient lady, gracefully covered her little mouth with a handkerchief, her bright and clear eyes fixed on him: "If Senior Sister were here, how would you answer?"

"Uh, to avoid getting myself into a chaotic scene, I definitely wouldn’t offend either," Fujiwara Reya got on the Honda Cub and gripped the handlebars, "If she were here, I’d say she’s as beautiful as plum blossoms, and you’re as beautiful as cherry blossoms."

"Is there a difference?" Kasahara Asuka asked innocently.

"Cherry blossoms are beautiful in a luxurious, bold way; plum blossoms have a pure, solemn beauty, dignified and unique; both are equally beautiful in their own rights, just differing in their mood, depending on the observer’s state of mind."

"Haha, Senpai is indeed eloquent," Kasahara Asuka laughed lightly.

Seemingly satisfied with this answer, she didn’t tease Fujiwara Reya further, instead hopping onto the back seat of the Honda Cub, and with a wave of her hand said, "Silver Dragon, set off!"

Fujiwara Reya suddenly twisted the throttle.

Vroom—

Chug chug—

Then the Honda Cub sputtered and died.

"Senpai, your skills are terrible!" Kasahara Asuka teasingly remarked.

"It’s not my fault," Fujiwara Reya reignited the engine and explained, "There’s too much water in the exhaust pipe, haven’t had the chance to drain it yet."

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"Senpai, why did you stop?"

"..."

"Less friction should mean a faster sprint."

"..."

"Senpai, hurry up and move! Asuka can’t wait any longer!"

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