I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 271 - 123. The thoughts of both the daughter and the mother are not pure. _2

Chapter 271: 123. The thoughts of both the daughter and the mother are not pure. _2

When she made a motion, her proud feminine figure was revealed, and the combination of the full body beneath the clothes and the exquisite fox demon mask would make people feel enchanting.

"By the way, Mr. Fujiwara, put it on for me to see." Mrs. Kasahara took off the mask and placed it on Fujiwara Reya’s face.

Then she circled around to the back, fastening the mask straps, but suddenly her hands became uncooperative.

"Hmm, hmm?" A puzzled expression appeared on Fujiwara Reya’s face, "What’s wrong?"

"I suddenly thought of a question," Mrs. Kasahara awkwardly wrapped the straps around her fingers and reached forward with her other hand, "What if, just what if, Mr. Fujiwara was actually a handsome young spirit, how would you want me to treat you?"

Her fair fingertips blurred in Fujiwara Reya’s vision.

"Ah, that’s a good question." Mrs. Hoshimi became interested too, asking in a youthful manner, "What does it feel like to fall in love with a handsome young spirit? I really want to know..."

"Hmm—" Hoshimi Rinko, resting her hand on her chin, showed a thoughtful expression, "Probably ends in tragedy. After all, the position my mother is in means she can’t have ties with any spirits, unless mom gives up everything."

"Ah, boring..." Mrs. Hoshimi slumped over the table as if her dreams were shattered.

In the vase beside her cheek, the black lilies wilted a little more, their petals drooping.

"Wait, wait," Kasahara Asuka knocked on the table twice, "A person as good as our senior, how could he possibly be a spirit!"

"Oh, you really don’t know the cruelties of the world!" Mrs. Kasahara looked at her youngest daughter with a headache, bending down to whisper in Fujiwara Reya’s ear, "Mr. Fujiwara, please teach her for me, if necessary, treat her like a daughter."

Hey, hey!

Madam, you’re out of line.

Can you just casually say something so ambiguous!

While criticizing her, Fujiwara firmly responded, "No problem!"

"Good boy," Mrs. Kasahara pinched his earlobe, "Stay still, let me help you put on the mask properly."

After saying that, she put on a serious expression, continuously fastening and unfastening the mask straps, sometimes looping them around, sometimes pulling them straight, as if she found it amusing.

Fujiwara Reya let her do as she pleased.

The feeling of being able to throw a small tantrum in an adult’s arms when things didn’t quite go one’s way during childhood quietly crawled into his heart.

"But it wouldn’t matter if you were really a spirit." Mrs. Kasahara suddenly slightly tilted her head, her thick black hair giving off a fragrance.

Tree roots buried in the ground, the flower of the soul still present today... Fujiwara Reya suddenly recalled this phrase from a waka poem and with a smile said, "If I were really a spirit, I’d definitely steal your heart tonight."

"Naughty!" Mrs. Kasahara suddenly pulled the mask backward, her cheeks flushed.

The mask pressed tightly against Fujiwara Reya’s cheek, with a faint warmth lingering at the lips part, feeling almost like he was kissing Mrs. Kasahara’s bright red lips, making his heart race as if it were a forbidden love.

"Mom!" Kasahara Asuka called out discontentedly.

"My, my, our daughter is jealous again." Mrs. Kasahara, now all smiles, let go of her grip, instead hugging her youngest daughter, "Mom is just testing how fickle he is for you, definitely doesn’t want to snatch your man."

"Mom too!" Mrs. Hoshimi similarly promised her daughter.

The expressions on the two young ladies were varied, but it was obvious none of them believed these words.

"Dong~"

The sound of the temple bell came from afar again.

"Look, it rang again." Mrs. Kasahara tilted her head to look at the starry night sky outside the window, speaking to Mrs. Hoshimi, "Old lady, did you hear it?"

"How could I not hear it!" Mrs. Hoshimi, unwilling to acknowledge the nickname, slowly read the opened "I Ching" her daughter had been looking at.

"The monks at the temple ringing the bell all day long must be exhausting." Mrs. Kasahara’s expression showed disdain.

"It costs 500 yen for each ring, and it’s actually the pilgrims who ring it, not the monks." Mrs. Hoshimi said.

"That’s an easy way to make money!" Fujiwara Reya interjected, "In the future, I’ll install a bell at Asakusa Shrine too, letting pilgrims pay to ring it themselves."

All four women shouted in unison, "Vulgar!"

"..." Fujiwara Reya shrank his neck.

"You’re not allowed to learn that from the monks." Mrs. Kasahara said sternly, "The temple bell sound is too melancholy, which is quite annoying."

"Is it really melancholy?" Fujiwara Reya didn’t feel that way.

Trying to imagine it, staying up late in deep autumn, admiring the night maples while listening to the bell sound, how leisurely and carefree.

"Speaking of which, whose birth is celebrated from tomorrow’s Buddha’s birthday?" Hoshimi Rinko asked.

"Uh, didn’t pay attention..." Mrs. Kasahara couldn’t answer. "Yako, do you know?"

"I don’t know."

"How funny, we’re just taking things for free."

"Mom," Hoshimi Rinko blinked her jet-black eyes, "let us young ones represent you and Chairman Kasahara tomorrow."

"Have some ulterior motives?" Mrs. Hoshimi smiled meaningfully.

"A little..." Hoshimi Rinko nodded frankly, "I want to see the fireworks festival."

Saying this, she moved her beautiful shoulders, gazing at Fujiwara Reya, her eyes capturing a slight smile at her lips. Smelling the gentle fragrance of her senpai, he reflected a smile unnoticed by anyone.

In Japan, the summer season is filled with various festivals. Regardless of the festival, it never lacks fireworks, yukatas, and takoyaki.

Kasahara Asuka’s eyes spun a few rounds, lively and nimble.

"Mom, mom~" she pouted at Mrs. Kasahara.

Mrs. Kasahara rested her left fist against her cheek, her wife-like eyebrows wrinkling with a melancholy expression, "Xiangxiang wants me and Yako, the two old folks, to stay at home?"

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