I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 219 - 110. Still got caught by my aunt_3

Fujiwara Reya lay comfortably below, his gaze slightly tilted, noticing his tennis shoes and the junior’s high heels pressed closely together on the floor. Beside them was the junior’s handbag, with something stuck to its ... hmm?

That black thing, could it be a tracker?

"Knock knock~"

A knocking sound came from the door.

Before Fujiwara Reya could react, the door was abruptly pushed open.

Kasahara Asuka suddenly noticed that her senior’s expression became terrified, holding her even tighter, with his shoulders tensed up.

Two women walked in, one after the other.

"What... eh, sister?"

Kasahara Asuka looked puzzled as her sister suddenly appeared at the door, wondering how she found this place.

Meanwhile, all of Fujiwara Reya’s attention was focused on the junior aunt who had appeared suddenly.

In her mid-twenties, dressed in a black Sisaka dress, with a ribbon tied at the waist, hanging tail-like behind. The light lace gave a gentle impression, with bare legs covered by tea-colored high heels, wearing earrings and a thin gold bracelet, with small pearl earrings.

The overall attire was elegant yet fashionable, indescribably wonderful.

Standing next to Kasahara Fukaeri, Natsuki Kuri was also a stunning beauty not one bit inferior.

First, their figures: both had slender bodies matched with pleasing busts, just the right fullness. Each had their own facial beauty, with Fukaeri’s chin slightly pointed and Natsuki Kuri’s face slightly round, making their temperaments entirely different.

Fukaeri’s icy image was very strong, a solid-state beauty. While Natsuki Kuri exuded a queen-like mature woman vibe, radiating liquid charm all over.

Four pairs of eyes met in mid-air.

Kasahara Fukaeri looked at her sister, with disheveled hair and dreamy eyes, still panting. Then, she looked at Fujiwara Reya, her icy face with a beautifully furrowed brows, seeming quite troubled.

Natsuki Kuri contemplated briefly for a few seconds, swiftly appraising Fujiwara Reya from bottom to top.

In that moment, Fujiwara Reya felt a chill through his body, as if bound, unable to move.

"Long time no see, my dear RinRin~~"

Natsuki Kuri said this with a smile, giving the young man a gaze filled with gentle affection that could nearly melt someone. Although she had short hair, her demeanor was as charming as a long-haired beauty. Her eyes would turn into half-moons hanging on her face every time she smiled.

This was her signature eye-smile; although alluring, each time someone would either be dead or wounded.

"Cough, cough, misunderstanding..." Fujiwara Reya got up, bowing sincerely towards the door, "Let me explain, dear sisters, there was a reason for the scene just now. Seeing something doesn’t necessarily mean something happened!"

At this moment, Kasahara Asuka also came to her senses.

Recalling the scene just witnessed by these two, she felt an overwhelming shyness and hid behind Fujiwara Reya, not daring to face people.

"Asuka, you’re so cute." Natsuki Kuri walked inside.

Fujiwara Reya noticed that her black skirt had a ruffled design that swayed gracefully when she walked, and her bare legs under the ruffles appeared very smooth and tender.

Kasahara Asuka peeked her head out, looking past her senior’s shoulder at the approaching woman, her face full of shyness and hostility.

Walking up to Fujiwara Reya, Natsuki Kuri extended her finger, launching a face-poking attack at the young man, while teasing the girl behind: "Asuka seems like a constantly trembling little rabbit, cute enough to make me want to grab your ears and pick you up, dressing you up in a bunny girl costume."

"Huh?"

Kasahara Asuka was somewhat startled.

Behind her, her sister Kasahara Fukaeri sat silently on the sofa, arms crossed with one leg propped up, fingers lightly tapping her arm.

"Kuri, calm down..." Fujiwara Reya smiled along, "Let’s sit down and reminisce slowly."

"Alright!" Natsuki Kuri walked over to sit near Kasahara Fukaeri, patting the spot in the middle, indicating "come sit here in the middle."

"Asuka, go to your sister." Fujiwara Reya turned around and patted the junior’s head.

Kasahara Asuka bit her lower lip in resentment, reluctantly sitting on her sister’s left, her gaze dropping to the floor, seemingly thinking of a way to escape.

Fujiwara Reya sat between the two sisters, in a tone as if ready to confess his crimes to the judges: "Alright, Your Honors, I now want to..."

"Hold on!"

Natsuki Kuri tucked her long legs underneath her dress, closing the distance between them.

So close, so soft, so warm, and how come you’re still using Chanel perfume... Fujiwara Reya shifted his body to create distance, but she kept inching closer. Eventually, his left arm was pressed against Kasahara Fukaeri’s right arm, and his right arm was trapped by Natsuki Kuri, her hand laid on his shoulder to prevent him from escaping.

"... Captain!" Fujiwara Reya cast an imploring glance at Kasahara Fukaeri.

Kasahara Fukaeri looked ahead expressionlessly, fingers resting on her arm, habitually tapping lightly. Her long, slender white fingers were like peeled scallions, smooth and tender, nails carefully manicured to a round and cute shape, fingertips outlining ten beautiful ovals.

"Before confessing your crimes," Natsuki Kuri smiled brightly, "Please introduce me to these sisters first."

"..."

Instantly, a chill ran down Fujiwara Reya’s spine.

It was like being pushed to the edge of a high cliff, staring at an endless abyss below, where a wrong answer would result in a shove off the edge.

Damn it!

Fujiwara Reya regretted in his heart.

Her voice was full of seduction, her lips bold and sexy, even the slender fingers on his shoulder were tenderly alluring, but her character was too mischievous!

Back then, he was young and naive, especially idolizing those dark queen-like older sisters.

So, over those seven or eight years, he instilled in her knowledge on how to become that type of woman, personally training her into the person he liked.

Now, he found dark queens too hard to control, dared not like them anymore. Yet, the pupil had already grown up and become accomplished, and now wanted to turn the tables on the teacher!

"Kuri..." Fujiwara Reya pleaded at her.

Meeting the innocent gaze of the young boy, Natsuki Kuri’s mouth curved into a mischievous smile, the kind of allure that men willingly fall for.

For her, today was just the beginning of the warm-up.

Eight years of sharing nods and pillows gave her complete insight into Fujiwara Reya’s character, knowing his tastes, his kinks, and his tolerance level. Previously, she held back because she was confident Fujiwara Reya would be hers sooner or later. Now, with a little animal in the fray, it was time to flex her muscles!

Next to them, Kasahara Asuka snapped out of her shyness, curiously eyeing Kuri Natsuki: "Does Sister Kuri know Senior?"

"Of course, little fool~~" Natsuki Kuri chuckled, a hand patting her full chest, "Natsuki Rin is my sister, and this little guy who took over my sister’s shrine, how could I not know him?"

Hearing this, Kasahara Asuka realized the gravity of the situation.

"What’s the relationship between Senior and her?" The little demon puffed up her cheeks, glaring at Fujiwara Reya.

Kasahara Fukaeri, unconcerned, picked up a table cake and stuffed it into her mouth.

Facing the question he least wished to hear, Fujiwara Reya fell silent, undoubtedly manifesting his internal turmoil on his face. This woman really means to hold me tight... He looked towards Natsuki Kuri, her smile brighter than the midday sun beyond the window.

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