I have an infinite number of shikigami

Kawashima Miki wrapped her hands around his neck, stood on tiptoe, and pressed her lips against his descending lips. Amidst the blooming cherry blossoms, their lips softly intertwined again...

On the other side of the stepping stone, Kasahara Fukaeri originally planned to walk by herself, but the road ahead was blocked by Natsuki Kuri, preventing her from moving forward.

On the shore, Fujiwara Reya and Kawashima Miki kissed, surrounded by countless flying petals, creating quite a romantic scene. Natsuki Kuri pouted, glaring fiercely at the opposite shore: "Koriya, what kind of behavior is that!"

"Right!" Kasahara Fukaeri nodded.

"He shouldn't do that at all."

"Indeed!"

"He should have brought Fukaeri over first and kissed Fukaeri first!"

"?"

Natsuki Kuri turned her head, half-squinting her eyes to scrutinize Kasahara Fukaeri, who was blocked behind her.

"What is it?" Kasahara Fukaeri was bewildered by her gaze.

"What do you think of Koriya?" Natsuki Kuri asked.

"Think what?"

"I mean as a husband."

"Why suddenly talk about this..."

"You will be his wife." Natsuki Kuri said affirmatively.

"...How would I know," Kasahara Fukaeri averted her gaze to the right, "don't ask me, such things can't be forced..."

Her downcast eyes fell on the water's surface, where suddenly a figure appeared—it was the young Fujiwara Reya. He painted his eyebrows, applied lipstick and powder, wore ancient royal attire, and rode on a parade palanquin... this was the adorable image of young Koriya.

"He has been so lovable since childhood." Natsuki Kuri retracted her fingers.

The figure on the water disappeared, leaving only the reflections of cherry blossoms and Kasahara Fukaeri, but just a pool of water caught her eye.

"What are you thinking about?" Natsuki Kuri asked.

"Ah, nothing. Don't ask, there are times when you think about nothing..."

"Thinking about nothing on a day when cherry blossoms are blooming?"

"Yeah."

"No way!" Natsuki Kuri cunningly smiled and, in a wistful manner, leaned close to her, "In the happiness beside you, Fukaeri... this damned happiness infects me too, youth is burning! Don't waste it—"

"Am I happy?" Kasahara Fukaeri asked herself, her eyes a little lost.

On the stepping stone opposite, Fujiwara Reya came back.

"Hug me!" Natsuki Kuri sweetly spread her arms.

Fujiwara Reya embraced her, turned, and walked toward the shore.

The head-down Kasahara Fukaeri followed suit, stepping forward.

Asking her to wait quietly for Fujiwara Reya to come back and carry her was absolutely impossible.

However, at this moment, Natsuki Kuri suddenly said, "Put me down."

Kasahara Fukaeri abruptly raised her head.

She sensed a trace of scheming.

"Koriya~"

Natsuki Kuri stood in front of Fujiwara Reya, lovingly ruffling his hair.

"For your happiness, Auntie is racking her brains." After saying this, she turned gracefully and walked alone to the opposite side, lifting the hem of her kimono.

Watching that graceful figure, Fujiwara Reya bent down.

"You two are plotting against me!" Kasahara Fukaeri, full of indignation, gave him a kick from behind.

Fujiwara Reya didn't budge at all.

Auntie had created such a great opportunity for him, if he wasted it like this, he would regret it.

"...Your family doesn't have a single good person!" Kasahara Fukaeri, feeling both wronged and angry, was stuck there for a long time. Across the bank, the two women were loudly urging to hurry up. Knowing she couldn't escape this time, she sighed as if resigning herself and lightly climbed onto his back.

On her cool, pale face, there was a blush.

Unfortunately, Fujiwara Reya didn't have eyes on the back of his head to appreciate her current captivating appearance.

Carrying Kasahara Fukaeri, he couldn't be mischievous like when carrying Kawashima Miki, so his hands properly gripped her legs. Kasahara Fukaeri's hands didn't wrap around his neck like Kawashima Miki's but rested on his shoulders, maintaining some space between her upper body and his back.

The stepping stone wasn't long, but Fujiwara Reya walked slowly, making the passing time seem especially slow.

Approaching the shore, the water surface around the stepping stone reflected many cherry blossoms.

"Isn't the arrangement of these stepping stones charming?" Fujiwara Reya suddenly said.

Kasahara Fukaeri didn't understand what he meant and asked instinctively, "Aren't Japanese gardens all like this..."

"Not quite. My Asakusa Shrine was just renovated, and there are similar stepping stones in the pond inside. You should come and see."

"..."

"I've saved a room for you."

"?"

"You can bring your clothes and stay."

"Asakusa Shrine started renovations in May, right?" Kasahara Fukaeri countered.

"Yes."

"That's when we first met."

"Yes."

"So, when we just met, you already had your eye on me?"

"Who can blame you for being beautiful." Fujiwara Reya grinned impudently, stepping onto the shore with her on his back.

When he set her down and noticed she was a bit unsteady on her feet, he boldly reached out his hand.

Kasahara Fukaeri quickly stood firm, but then her hand was held by Fujiwara Reya.

"Let go!" she whispered, blushing.

Acting as if he didn't hear, Fujiwara Reya led her to the other side, "Yukino is over there, let's go."

"...Why are you so infuriating!" Kasahara Fukaeri kept her head low, like a submissive little wife being pulled along by him. Despite her usual aloof demeanor, the tone and attitude of the policewoman at this moment carried a tint of grievance.

Kawashima Miki glanced at their clasped hands and said irritably to Natsuki Kuri, "Keep spoiling him, and you'll end up with more and more sisters."