I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 302 - 129. Still Alive_3

"Looks like a high school girl from the Showa Era." Fujiwara Reya commented.

"Is that so? He seems so fake." Mrs. Hoshimi also smiled and asked Mrs. Kasahara, "Himeko, tell me, is this kid planning to sweet-talk his mother to help him say nice things in front of the girls?"

"Definitely!" Mrs. Kasahara said confidently.

"You misunderstand me," Fujiwara Reya surrendered innocently, "Last night’s incident was an accident. Too bad you weren’t there, otherwise you would know I didn’t lie."

"I see, well, I’ll believe you for now." Mrs. Kasahara showed a gentle smile on her lips, "In the meantime, make sure to keep Yako and me comfortable, and we won’t hold it against you for upsetting our daughter."

"How do I keep you comfortable... Never mind, whatever you say."

"Feeling wronged?" Mrs. Kasahara raised her beautiful eyebrows. She was wearing a black-striped silk outfit, which accentuated her figure.

"Not wronged at all, not one bit."

"Really?"

"Really." Fujiwara Reya nodded vigorously.

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He adored the two ladies too much to feel wronged.

Nearby, Kasahara Fumi rolled her eyes, giving Fujiwara Reya a very impatient look.

"Where do we go first?" Fujiwara Reya asked her.

"To check the situation at the ancient temple renovation, then to find that woman." Saying this, Kasahara Fumi stood up and went to her room to change clothes.

On the other side, two young girls came back after playing tennis, sitting on the veranda sipping watermelon juice. Upon hearing they were going to investigate the businesswoman in Tochigi County, Kasahara Asuka grabbed onto one of Fujiwara Reya’s arms, the softness pressing against him: "Senpai, take Asuka with you—"

"You need to ask the chairman." Fujiwara Reya passed the decision to her mother.

"Fujiwara!" Mrs. Kasahara suddenly reached out, clutching Fujiwara Reya’s other arm tightly, "You should take Sister Himeko too, don’t always listen to Asuka! Am I not pretty anymore?"

"..."

That coy tone made Fujiwara Reya’s skin crawl instantly.

Mrs. Hoshimi nudged Hoshimi Rinko closer, whispering in her daughter’s ear: "Look at these shameless women, learn from them..."

"No need!" Hoshimi Rinko, still angry, turned her head the other way.

Feeling the softness enveloping both arms, Fujiwara Reya said with difficulty, "Please don’t test my willpower like this."

Kasahara Asuka held on even tighter, playfully asking, "Senpai, do you prefer Sister Himeko or Sister Asuka?"

"...I,"

A dilemma indeed.

"Yeah, brother, speak up." Mrs. Kasahara held on even tighter.

As she had a better figure than her daughter, the coverage gave Fujiwara Reya’s heart’s scales a tilt toward her side.

"Senpai—" Kasahara Asuka’s voice, soft and alluring like her mother’s, "One is a sixteen-year-old beauty, the other is a forty-year-old widow, who would you choose?"

"Don’t do this, I’m scared..."

"You’re obviously enjoying it." Mrs. Kasahara held his arm tighter, her gentle and affectionate eyes fixed on him, "And I am not a forty-year-old widow, but a nineteen-year-old widow. Compared to Asuka, isn’t the sister’s allure more to your taste, little Koriya?"

"..."

Sweat broke out on Fujiwara Reya’s forehead.

He feared the worst if Mrs. Kasahara suddenly came out with, "It’s not because you like someone else’s wife that I got married."

"Speak up, who will you choose?" Mrs. Kasahara’s face moved closer, seeming intent not to leave until she figuratively "greened" her daughter.

Fujiwara Reya looked at her earnest face: "Can I choose both?"

"What do you think?" Mrs. Kasahara asked, feigning innocence.

"No way!" Fujiwara Reya answered calmly.

"Good to know." Mrs. Kasahara laughed delightedly, her face getting closer, "Little Koriya is the best, let sister give you a hug, a kiss."

"Huh? What...?"

Fujiwara Reya quickly dodged.

In his swift glance back, Kasahara Asuka was glaring at him with a dark expression.

"Don’t be angry, I didn’t say I’d choose your mom..." Cold sweat dripped down his back.

"It’s okay even if you choose Mom," Kasahara Asuka replied lightly, "Once you’re together with her, I’ll just ’steal home’ later."

"That’s too inappropriate!" Criticizing his daughter’s words, Fujiwara Reya turned to Mrs. Kasahara, "Chairman, you wouldn’t do such a thing, right?"

"Of course not!" Mrs. Kasahara showed a radiant smile, "Anything I set my eyes on, I would take openly; it doesn’t matter even if it belongs to my daughter."

Truly, a mother and daughter.

This shameless attitude, Fujiwara Reya quite liked it.

"You still haven’t said who you’ll choose!" Kasahara Asuka’s face was filled with murderous intent.

"Yeah, who will you choose?" Mrs. Kasahara placed her hands on Fujiwara Reya’s shoulders, looking sternly into his eyes, "Choose wrong, and we’ll toss you into the sea to feed the sharks!"

Chairman Kasahara was terrifying... Fujiwara Reya found himself in a dilemma, just as Kasahara Fumi emerged in a new outfit.

"Fumi!" He blurted out.

The tender flesh on both sides of his abdomen was pinched sharply by mother and daughter.

Kasahara Fumi gave him a cold look, then walked towards the door in high heels. Her outfit now had a distinct Showa vibe: a plain-colored long-sleeve silk blouse, a canvas shoulder bag, and a retro long skirt reaching down to her ankles, completed with tea-colored ankle-high heels.

Such a curious ensemble, but it didn’t matter. It might not align with fashion, but on her it looked good, reminiscent of the charming ladies from Japan’s golden 80s as seen in Takeshi Kitano films.

"Wait for me." Fujiwara Reya chased after her on his Honda Cub.

Under the summer sun, her delicate skin and vibrant orange hair shone, and the lines of her chin were sharp and clear.

Kasahara Fumi pressed her skirt with one hand, sitting sideways on the back seat.

"We’ll go to the ancient temple restoration at noon, let’s find somewhere to eat now," she said.

"Didn’t we just have breakfast an hour ago?"

"I didn’t eat."

"What happened?"

"Chairman Hoshimi’s cooking was unpalatable."

"...Totally agree!"

They rode towards Minami-Izu Town.

It was still early, and unsure where the good food was, Fujiwara Reya cruised leisurely through the town on the little motorbike. The streets of the town were long and narrow, stretching from the sea towards the mountain, with streams, grasslands, small traffic islands, rows of two-story buildings, and the few restaurants... By around eleven, the wind had turned more scorching, the tree leaves were crisp and bright, and even the sea breeze felt melodious like a pastoral symphony.

The world was so beautiful, and Fujiwara Reya’s stomach was growling.

The two finally found a small restaurant, where they had braised beef and eel rice, both quite tasty.

Kasahara Fumi focused solely on eating, saying nothing, while the curious Fujiwara Reya waited patiently for her to speak up.

After the meal, they started climbing the mountain.

The ancient temple’s renovated Buddha hall was situated at the summit, with stone steps spiraling up the mountainside. Towering trees flanked either side, thick with fallen leaves, and bird calls frequently filled the air—the crow’s call being the most distinct.

Once they ascended the steps, the antique temple came into view.

Fujiwara Reya saw a ceremonial event taking place inside the main hall: decorative curtains, an incense burner, and vases shone brightly under the lights. Occasionally, the sea breeze swept in from the mountain opposite, billowing the monk’s robes.

"Let’s wait here in the side hall." Kasahara Fumi led him to wait.

The group of girls from the Capital City was also there, with Fujishima Kanami turning her slender neck toward Fujiwara Reya, her gaze somewhat weary and annoyed.

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