I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 236 - 115. The senior sister is as beautiful as a fairy, it’s just that her loser-dog traits are too strong_2

Chapter 236: 115. The senior sister is as beautiful as a fairy, it’s just that her loser-dog traits are too strong_2

"Hold this, will you?" Fujiwara Reya’s face was sorrowful.

"I absolutely won’t!" Hoshimi Rinko said calmly as she faced the courtyard, as if speaking to some imaginary person outside. Then, as if she suddenly remembered something, she turned to glance at Fujiwara Reya: "You’re not welcome here tonight, please leave!"

That beautiful face emerged in the night and under the lights, and Fujiwara Reya let out an "Ah" and closed his eyes.

"Hmm?" Hoshimi Rinko slightly furrowed her brows.

Fujiwara Reya, with his eyes closed, said, "I’m so unfortunate!"

"Junior," Hoshimi Rinko said with a mocking cold smile, "You are quite fortunate."

Fujiwara Reya shook his head.

His face was genuinely filled with worry, not feigned, causing Hoshimi Rinko to look at him intently and ask, "What misfortune has befallen you?"

"First, take the flowers." Fujiwara Reya handed the flowers to her.

Hoshimi Rinko hesitated for a moment, then let out a sound and took the flowers.

"Alright, my heart is at ease now." Fujiwara Reya smiled relievedly, took a step back slowly: "Goodbye, senior, tonight I will set sail, please don’t tell anyone."

"What?" Hoshimi Rinko stared at his face in surprise, her eyes shining brightly under the light.

"I’m going to Spain!" Fujiwara Reya said.

Hoshimi Rinko bit her lower lip, waiting for him to continue.

But there was no more to come, her expression slowly transformed from astonishment to incomprehension.

Raindrops, blown in by the wind, landed shimmering on her, her thick, glossy black hair cascading down her shoulders, and her neck was astonishingly fair from her ears to her neck, truly beautiful.

"Why go to Spain?" Hoshimi Rinko asked in disbelief.

"To join the Spanish War," Fujiwara Reya said, "I have no choice, nobody wants to discuss the Spanish War with me, so I have to go to Spain myself to carry the explosives and blow up the bridges..."

Before he could finish, Hoshimi Rinko directly interrupted him.

"The Spanish War is long over!"

"I know, Lorca died, Hemingway survived," Fujiwara Reya said, "But I still have the right to go to Spain for the Spanish War, at least I want to see the palace that was bombed down!"

"The Spanish War ended over 90 years ago, everything is over!" Hoshimi Rinko glared at him.

That glance, somewhat helpless but also a bit amused, was a look she only showed when she was with him.

The evening breeze shook the wet leaves, rustling pleasantly, as Fujiwara Reya felt the spray hit his face and tilted his head gently: "But I still want to go to Spain."

"What do you want to do in Spain?" Hoshimi Rinko asked again.

"Eat Iberian ham in big bites."

"They sell it in Tokyo!"

"Go to Bernabéu to watch Real Madrid’s match!"

"Your favorite Ronaldo is on the Apennine Peninsula!"

"..."

"Any more reasons?"

"Yes!" Fujiwara Reya nodded, "To fall in love with Penelope Cruz."

Hoshimi Rinko was momentarily puzzled.

When did the junior start liking Penelope Cruz? Why hadn’t he mentioned it to her? Just as she was about to ask if the junior was serious, in the next second, the junior smiled and said, "But in reality, I’m in Tokyo, falling in love with you, senior."

"You’d better go to Spain," Hoshimi Rinko said helplessly.

After saying this in a low voice, she felt her face get a bit hot, unsure if she was blushing, and not wanting to check.

Fujiwara Reya asked back, "What should I do in Spain?"

"Join the Spanish War!"

"The Spanish War ended over ninety years ago, and Hemingway is dead too."

"Why was Hemingway able to write ’The Old Man and the Sea,’ and all you do is banter with me?"

"Because I only want to be the silent junior who supports you from behind, senior!" Fujiwara Reya said with confidence.

Why did she feel a bit moved... Hoshimi Rinko gave him a side glance: "Come in and change clothes!"

The incident at the lingerie store was swept under the rug by Fujiwara Reya’s playful words.

The place where the senior lived had an elegant style; the sofa and coffee table were old, steady pieces, and the floor was inlaid oak, with just the right sheen. On the wall hung a massive landscape painting: green cape, blue skies, a white lighthouse, and waves finely detailed like ripples. The subject was ordinary, but the skill was so clever that it gave viewers a feeling of "perhaps visiting such a place wouldn’t be bad."

"A nostalgic room." Fujiwara Reya looked at the painting on the wall, "A nostalgic painting."

"It’s been a long time since you went sketching with me." Hoshimi Rinko said in an indistinct emotion, stepping with rubber-soled shoes onto the stairs. Striped cotton shirt, thin denim blue jeans, white rubber shoes. She looked good in any clothes, Fujiwara Reya thought, there was no need to change into some kimono.

Yet, it turned out he was incredibly wrong.

After putting on her custom black pattern haori kimono, he waited in the living room for more than ten minutes before Hoshimi Rinko finally appeared before him.

Raindrops were hitting the leaves.

In that sound, footsteps were approaching, and Fujiwara Reya blinked.

A pure white kimono, with little paper cranes embroidered on its cuffs and collar, fluttering with her steps, as if they came to life, dancing in the light. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, and beneath the hem, one could glimpse the girl’s pale feet. Her skin was innately delicate, smooth, and taut; the exposed feet looked as smooth as silk and satin, surpassing celestial beauty.

There was no sign of makeup on her face.

Yet the girl was already so beautiful that she didn’t need makeup, not just in looks, but also in the ethereal aura emanating from her demeanor, temporarily unmatched by anyone.

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