I have an infinite number of shikigami

A sunny autumn morning with the sea waves frolicking.

At this moment, Fujiwara Reya, who was slightly shorter than Kasahara Fumi, especially since she was wearing high heels. When he kissed her, he had to stand on tiptoe a bit, which looked rather amusing.

Their lips connected, entangled and intertwined.

The process lasted a long time, until Kasahara Fumi, nearly suffocating, gently broke free.

"Phew~"

She gently gasped.

Her body warmed up a lot, her cheeks suffused with a rosy blush.

Inside, she found herself suddenly immersed in a somewhat unfamiliar sense of happiness, like a forbidden fruit, persistently tempting her.

Fujiwara Reya sat on the bridge, leaning against the railing.

Kasahara Fumi, holding flowers in her hands, also sat beside him, knees bent.

The wind in the high sky carried a chill, whistling past, gradually cooling her body temperature. Then she came back to her senses, turned to look at Fujiwara Reya, her face a mix of slight annoyance and beauty that made one want to embrace her.

Fujiwara Reya placed his hand on her shoulder, whispering, "It really feels like a dream!"

Kasahara Fumi mumbled a response.

Under the blowing wind, she felt like she was about to float away, like a weather vane being carried by the wind. The boy's previous tiptoe stance and the hand now resting on her shoulder turned into the bait in the tempter's hand, enticing the girl who must love him.

Fujiwara Reya stared at her flushed side profile, a smile at the corner of his mouth: "Doesn't Fumi want to say some sort of 'vow of love' declaration?"

"There won't be a next time!" Kasahara Fumi said coldly.

How infuriating!

She had just looked so tragic!

Now he's succeeded and wears a cheeky grin, making it hard not to suspect he's playing the victim!

Fujiwara Reya puffed out his chest, with a look of martyrdom: "The iceberg has melted, no regrets remaining, what is there to fear?"

Kasahara Fumi's hair instantly turned white.

Her eyes blinked two or three times, changing from black to red, as a ball of flame rushed towards Fujiwara Reya's face.

"Wait!" Fujiwara Reya hastily called to stop.

The flame's momentum didn't wane.

Facing it head-on, in a panic, he opened his mouth and swallowed.

"Hiccup~"

A puff of black smoke exhaled.

Kasahara Fumi looked at him for a few seconds, her expression softening: "Next time, I'll use all my strength."

These words flowed fluently from her mouth, but Fujiwara Reya laughed uncontrollably, even choking a bit.

"What's so funny? Laugh again and I'll kick you down, you'll never get promoted..." Kasahara Fumi complained awkwardly.

But Fujiwara Reya still couldn't stop laughing.

His hand rested on Kasahara Fumi's shoulder.

Originally, it wasn't very strong.

But as he laughed, that hand suddenly strengthened, turning her body around.

Kasahara Fumi gazed into his laughing face head-on.

The cold eyes gradually became moist, and she couldn't help but flash a slight smile at the corner of her mouth.

Strands of beautiful white clouds, like brushes sketching out, floated around them.

After a while, Fujiwara Reya calmed down a bit, asking her: "Is there really no next time?"

"Fool."

"So just being stubborn then."

"I can't possibly say you can kiss me anytime..." Kasahara Fumi hugged the flowers to her chest, bowing her head to inhale the floral scent. Fujiwara Reya suddenly felt parched, unable to resist hugging her warm body, his hand reaching to press the soft, supple waist behind her.

"Again..." Kasahara Fumi's heart began to race.

With their cheeks so close, they could almost smell the slightly salty scent on each other, feeling each other's body heat.

"Put the flowers down," Fujiwara Reya said.

"Mm..."

Kasahara Fumi softly responded, after putting down the flowers, her hands spread out to the sides, unsure whether to push him away or embrace him.

Fujiwara Reya's hand slid down her slender waist.

That hand formed a graceful arc as it pressed. Kasahara Fumi let out a squeal, instinctively resisting with one hand, saying, "No."

Fujiwara Reya said nothing, his hand grabbed her black dress hem, tugging it up a bit.

Under the black skirt, her legs, white as fresh bamboo shoots, were revealed, the calf muscles taut. The texture to the touch was soft and delicate, with a lively elasticity when slightly pressured.

Kasahara Fumi's body trembled slightly.

She instinctively wanted to struggle a bit to express protest, but thinking of his previous shout and the fact that they were already married, her will to protest deflated quickly, like a balloon punctured with a needle.

Unconsciously, one of her arms had already pressed against Fujiwara Reya's back.

Fujiwara Reya's movements became slightly larger.

Kasahara Fumi said nothing, her eyes lightly closed, her alluring face more radiant than ever.

She panted incessantly, her face crimson as fire, her moist lips slightly youthful, very beautiful. Fujiwara Reya's lips covered hers, a second passed, two seconds passed... his embrace tightened, the kiss lasting until breathless.

"Mm~"

Kasahara Fumi's long eyelashes quivered like butterfly wings.

In the next moment, she slapped Fuijwara Reya's hand away, took a few deep breaths, and warned: "Don't even think about it in broad daylight..."

"Next time I won't let you go," Fujiwara Reya leisurely leaned against the railing.

Watching the sea of clouds, he rested his hands behind his head, even whistling.

Being able to kiss Fumi was already a huge progress, he was satisfied enough that he wouldn't mind becoming a public enemy of humanity in the next second.