I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 255 - 120. Little Devil Junior won’t let the scumbag senior off even in the car_2

Chapter 255: 120. Little Devil Junior won’t let the scumbag senior off even in the car_2

The change was so sudden that Fujiwara Reya couldn’t discern whether she used Shinto magic or Demon Art, and there was no trace of divine power or demonic power in the air.

Buddhist Law, huh...

Fujiwara Reya hadn’t delved into it deeply.

Could she be a nun?

But even if she’s a nun, she can’t just use me for free!

*Does your Buddhist path lack monks or what, forcing you to come to Shinto to leech off priests?*

In the busy square of Shinjuku Station, Fujiwara Reya suddenly felt a bit sad. *People in the big city were so indifferent. Even though there were many people around, not a single bit of warmth reached him.*

*Angry, trembling, and cold!*

*Will this world ever get better?*

*He was just an innocent young lad from the mountains of Nagano Prefecture. Why did he have to be treated this way?*

*Even if he was to be toyed with emotionally and physically by Tokyo women, he didn’t want to be used for free!*

"Hey, handsome boy, want to go to a cafe together?"

He heard a voice trying to strike up a conversation next to him, and when he looked over, he saw a woman in her early twenties, wearing a short skirt with her legs fully exposed. Her looks were just passable, much worse than the woman who had used him earlier.

"I’m still a high school student," he replied.

"Even better, you might still be a virgin."

"Sorry, I’m working a part-time job. If you need a portrait, you can sit on the bench over there."

"Sure." The woman sat down happily, crossing her legs. "Sis loves brothers with an artistic vibe the most!"

"I also love big sisters the most." Fujiwara Reya put on a customer-friendly smile, picked up his paintbrush, and started his second job of the day.

*Life had to go on.*

*One should not be pessimistic because of a single setback.*

*Speaking of which, ever since coming to Tokyo, Fujiwara Reya had received many love letters and advances, including from some wealthy and beautiful housewives or fashionable city women.*

*It seemed Tokyo’s wealthy women didn’t mind a cougar relationship. If he were willing to swallow his pride...*

*No way!*

*He had already snagged a sugar mama!*

*With all these chaotic thoughts swarming his mind, the day passed quickly.*

*He drew portraits for seven customers altogether, earning 35,000 yen, not nearly as much as what he could make singing.*

Before leaving, Fujiwara Reya gave 500 yen to the girl playing the violin next door.

The college girl, who was accompanying herself with the violin and singing "I’m such a big dummy with a death wish for Tokyo," playfully stuck her tongue out at him.

Fujiwara Reya slung his sketchpad over his shoulder and hummed a tune as he walked toward Shinjuku Station.

"Ah~ Happy dragonfly, where are you flying to?"

"Ah~ Happy dragonfly, sticking out its tongue and smiling."

By the time he returned to Asakusa, it was already dusk. Fujiwara Reya snatched up an E-level commission on the Onmyo-ryo app for 40,000 yen.

He easily dealt with a lusty book that had come to life in an old bookstore, squashing it with a single punch.

*Effortlessly earning 40,000 yen.*

With the money in hand, he turned around and headed straight into the streets of Asakusa with the most handmade shoe shops, buying a complete set of tools and several expensive sheets of leather. He also bought a few books related to shoemaking and called Kawashima Miki, telling her he’d arrive in half an hour.

Excited to receive the call, Miss Miki enthusiastically prepared a large table of food.

However, upon Fujiwara Reya’s arrival, he didn’t even greet her. Holding his phone, he started snapping pictures of the over a hundred pairs of shoes in her shoe cabinet.

"Why are you taking pictures of those?" Kawashima Miki lay on the table, her long hair covering most of her face with a seductive look in her eyes, "Am I not more beautiful than shoes?"

Fujiwara Reya turned his head to look at her.

Kawashima Miki lifted her bare foot and playfully tapped his face from a distance.

"By the way, I met someone today, a bit strange." Fujiwara Reya turned back to continue taking pictures of the shoes, "A woman, about twenty-six or seven, looking quite good. She might have had the Evil Purifying Pearl with her."

Kawashima Miki squinted her charmingly big eyes into slits and scrutinized him with a touch of resentment.

After a while, she let out a gentle "hmph~."

Fujiwara Reya analyzed and said, "Her intentionally appearing in front of me indicates monitoring capabilities. But after revealing her identity, she didn’t attack, indicating an intention to show goodwill. That suggests the organization doesn’t want to be my enemy, while also warning me not to continue opposing them."

"It’s not impossible." Kawashima Miki’s delicate brows furrowed slightly.

"Do you think the shortage of Huang Songyu is due to the organization buying it up in large quantities?"

"I haven’t heard any information regarding that."

"In any case, it’s always good to be a bit more suspicious."

"I’ll check out some news at the Furukawa Conference Hall later."

"Has the organization taken any action against you?"

"Not yet, no one has contacted me, and I can’t contact them either..."

"Looks like they’ve given up on Miss Miki."

"You wish! They’re not benevolent people. I bet they’re preparing some big conspiracy against me."

"Don’t worry, you’re my Shikigami." Fujiwara Reya looked back at her with a radiant smile, "If there’s danger, just return to me. Leave the rest to me."

Looking at his affectionate gaze, Kawashima Miki felt a sweet warmth in her heart and obediently responded with a soft "mm." Then, as if responding to his protection, she gently said, "The shop made a profit of about 300 million yen last month. Adding May’s earnings and some liquid funds, we now have around a billion yen in savings."

Fujiwara Reya gave her a thumbs up, "Rich lady, you’re amazing!"

"Hehe~" Kawashima Miki smiled proudly and glanced at the bag by his feet with shoe store markings, curiously asking, "Did you buy me shoes?"

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