I have an infinite number of shikigami

You and your daughter are both tsundere... Fujiwara Reya looked at Mrs. Hoshimi's serious face and wanted to laugh.

"Absolutely not." Hoshimi Rinko shook her head.

"Stubborn on the outside, just like a young mother. But stubbornness must have its limits, the peaceful situation now can be broken at any time, and a mother may not be able to save herself..."

Before Mrs. Hoshimi finished speaking, Hoshimi Rinko stepped forward and whispered in her ear, "Rinko will never leave mom."

After speaking, the senior showed a coquettish girl's smile.

This was probably an adorable expression she only had when facing her mother.

Initially planning to continue lecturing, Mrs. Hoshimi softened her heart immediately upon hearing her daughter's pampered tone. She hummed and gently patted her daughter's shoulder, happily saying, "That's good, wherever we go in the future, we'll be together..."

Fujiwara Reya's heart felt warm.

In his sight, Mrs. Hoshimi's hair was neatly groomed, gleaming under the indoor lighting, and no matter how one looked, she didn't seem like a mother nearing forty.

But her gaze indeed contained passionate maternal love.

Motherhood is such an incredible emotion that one can't help but feel respectful.

Then in the next second, the mother handed the cue stick to her daughter, instructing, "Help mother play the next game."

"I can't..."

"Let Mr. Fujiwara teach you hands-on."

"?"

Hoshimi Rinko was stunned.

"I guarantee to complete the teaching task." Fujiwara Reya adorably saluted Mrs. Hoshimi, making her beam with joy.

Hoshimi Rinko couldn't help but laugh.

The air was filled with a sweet, rainy scent, reminding her of watching girls' comics under her home veranda when she was little.

Fujiwara Reya briefly explained the rules of snooker to her.

Then... it was the hands-on ball-hitting session.

Fujiwara Reya stood behind Hoshimi Rinko, bent down to get close to her face, and softly said to her, "Trust me, I have no naughty thoughts whatsoever."

Hoshimi Rinko, facing away from him, was silent, only her shoulders trembling.

"Your head and cue stick should form a vertical position, sight parallel to the cue stick..." Fujiwara Reya cautiously bent his back, placed both hands on the back of her hands, "A genius girl like you won't find finding the right angle difficult, just control the strength."

Hoshimi Rinko was forced to bend her waist.

Her bottom lifted, pressing against Fujiwara Reya.

"I say," Hoshimi Rinko shrank back, taking a deep breath, "are we really playing billiards?"

"Actually, I also think it's ridiculous to play billiards at a time like this." Fujiwara Reya said with a smile.

Hoshimi Rinko seemed ticklish or shy, shrinking her neck and making a noise like a startled little quail.

For the first time in her life, she was so intimately close to a male, her slender, well-proportioned back fully covered by his solid chest, and her hands held warmly and firmly by his.

Mrs. Hoshimi stood to the side with her hands behind her back.

Like a proctor, she supervised them with a stern gaze.

"Idiot," Hoshimi Rinko whispered, "move a bit."

Fujiwara Reya thought she was about to start playing pool, so he guided her, carefully measuring the ball's position, and whispered, "Just make a gesture then."

Hoshimi Rinko was about to cry.

Her hand, held by Fujiwara Reya, grabbed the cue stick weakly and poked a shot.

The white ball rolled a few rounds softly, slightly touching the red ball before stopping in protest.

Fujiwara Reya let go of his hand, bent down to pick up his cue stick.

Hoshimi Rinko breathed a sigh of relief.

When it was Fujiwara Reya's turn, he also played a careless shot, then ran back behind Hoshimi Rinko.

Hoshimi Rinko's face turned a little red, thinking angrily: The junior is purposely avoiding pocketing the ball, he just wants to use this chance to hold me a little longer.

For the second hands-on lesson, Fujiwara Reya was more dedicated.

Not only did he hold onto the back of the senior's hand, but he also fully pressed his arm onto her arm, and his chest stuck seamlessly to her back.

"What did you want to ask just now?"

"Why did you shout that in the morning..." Hoshimi Rinko trembled in her voice.

A hand suddenly appeared around her shapely waist, and this sacred, inviolable area was touched by a male for the first time in her life.

"Hmm, I had some bad premonitions," Fujiwara Reya rested his chin on her shoulder and whispered in her ear, "instead of exposing passively, I'd better say it actively and seek the senior's leniency."

Hoshimi Rinko's cheeks were flushed, her eyes crystal-clear.

Woo, finally, the junior was holding onto me... She lowered her head, looking at his hand on her waist, and said defiantly, "I won't be lenient with you..."

"Speaking of it, it's all fate." Fujiwara Reya brought his nose closer to gently smell her hair fragrance, and said softly: "If I weren't the Great Tengu, I wouldn't have appeared at Asakusa Shrine; if I hadn't appeared at Asakusa Shrine, the senior probably wouldn't have approached me."

Hoshimi Rinko softly responded.

Despite having been together for so long, already deeply intimate, when it was time to be honest, she suddenly became shy.

Holding the senior's thin and delicate back, Fujiwara Reya gently exhaled and said, "Everyday we've spent together should be called a continuous string of miracles for me. Now, it seems like the miracle is coming to an end... I'm quite reluctant."

"You're not confident?"

"A little, but not sure."

"I believe you can do it..."