I have an infinite number of shikigami

As autumn approached, the vineyard carried a fresh fragrance, the scent of her supple body mingling with the grapes, familiar and warm like a distant memory. Fujiwara Reya gently parted her silky hair with his fingers and kissed her rounded ear. Her tiny earlobe quivered slightly. It was a small, minute world where time flowed warmly like sunlight.

"What were you up to in the bedroom tonight?"

"What else could I be doing? Just daydreaming with Fukaeri and Kuri. And you seem to be having a good time," Kawashima Miki said, hitting him on the chest, "You dog!"

"Next time, I'll bring you along," Fujiwara Reya teased, nibbling on her ear.

"You plan on there being a next time?"

"...I meant a next outing, not a rendezvous with another woman!"

"You actually want a rendezvous with another woman!"

"?"

"See, you're not saying anything. Feeling guilty, huh!"

Women are really troublesome... Fujiwara Reya said nothing more and instead untied her robe's belt, pressing a palm against her lower abdomen while the other hand encircled her slender waist.

Thanks to regular exercise, she had an exceptionally beautiful hourglass figure.

This waist's greatest feature was not only its voluptuous allure but also the spring-like curves, which made it especially enticing when moved.

"How about my waist, huh?" Kawashima Miki asked proudly.

To maintain her amazing figure, she had disciplined herself for ten years. Now, seeing her young lover's fascinated, lustful expression, she felt incredibly pleased inside, feeling that all the hardship of the past ten years was worth it.

"This waist is practically alive." Fujiwara Reya exclaimed in surprise.

"Alive?"

"As if it has a mind of its own."

"What a ridiculous way to put it." Kawashima Miki tapped his forehead.

Fujiwara Reya pulled her enticing waist into a tight embrace and whispered in her ear, "This beautiful, alluring little waist must move on its own, right?"

Running a wind business, Kawashima Miki could not miss the subtext in his words. She snorted and chastised, "Mountain God, can you be a little more proper!"

Fujiwara Reya bent down and kissed her lips.

"Stop it." Kawashima Miki turned her head away disdainfully, and he took the opportunity to kiss her cheek. She frowned, pushing his head away, "Stop teasing or you won't be allowed into my room tomorrow night!"

Seeing her cold, elegant face, Fujiwara Reya smiled meaningfully, "Tomorrow night, you'll all be in my room."

"?"

Kawashima Miki suddenly widened her eyes, bursting with anger, "You're not thinking... How shameless! I would never agree to that."

Fujiwara Reya knew she misunderstood his words, but that was precisely his intention. A mischievous light gleamed in his eyes as he pinched her cold, stern face, "What's all the nonsense going on in your head? My room is spacious enough to create a few smaller rooms. Sisters together? Am I that bad?"

"You are!" Kawashima Miki stated with a rivalrous expression.

"Since I've been labeled with a bad name, I might as well go along with your idea."

"You dare!"

Kawashima Miki looked at him with a mix of resentment and sadness.

Her sweet lips were slightly pursed, casting a faint black sheen under the shadow of the dried grape leaves.

Seeing her momentum weaken, Fujiwara Reya immediately pressed his advantage.

Without a warning, he swiftly leaned down and bit her lips.

"Mmm~"

Kawashima Miki struggled a little.

The two tumbled from the bench onto the grass.

Their bodies completely hidden among the grass, they could only see the moon in the sky. Fujiwara Reya held her tightly; her body was soft and warm, her hands exploring his body, sharing a passionate kiss.

Kawashima Miki felt the firm muscles of his arms tightly pressed against her soft form. Under the weight of the youthful, vigorous boy, her skin was soon drenched in sweat. Gradually, her arms slid under his and wrapped tightly around his back.

A bunch of grapes fell, landing beside their heads.

"Hey. Fujiwara..."

"Hmm?"

Fujiwara Reya was busy eating the fallen grape.

"I really, really like this." Kawashima Miki whispered softly.

"Oh. Do you like this place or me?"

"Both, just like when I went on a school field trip as a child, I'm so happy." Kawashima Miki brushed off the short hair by his ear and affectionately kissed it, "Moreover, I'm growing to like you more and more."

"Thank you."

"Just a thank you?"

"I'm eating here..."

Kawashima Miki's face flushed beautifully red, her eyes gently narrowed, fingers twirling his short hair.

The sweat beading on her cheeks reflected the cool moonlight, and she now was in a semi-conscious state, feeling the boy's heavy head with overflowing love. After a long while, Fujiwara Reya pulled her up, tied her belt, and carefully brushed off the grass from her back.

"Got it all dirty!"

Stomping her foot, Kawashima Miki said.

Whether truly angry or not, she turned and walked back to the bedroom.

Fujiwara Reya followed her.

"Don't follow me." Kawashima Miki said coldly.

"Then where should I go?"

Fujiwara Reya asked innocently.

"To your Miss Yukino, of course. Do you need me to teach you?" Kawashima Miki walked to the other end of the corridor.

"Should I go now?" Fujiwara Reya asked tentatively.

Kawashima Miki snorted.

She didn't look back and continued to walk forward, seemingly returning to her own room.