I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 296 - 128. A tense and thrilling night, the junior successfully steals home!_3

Chapter 296: 128. A tense and thrilling night, the junior successfully steals home!_3

Looking at the delicate and noble eyebrows that were almost identical to her mother’s, Fujiwara Reya thought of the alluring, womanly curves.

Just the thought of Chairman Kasahara’s charisma made his throat gulp unconsciously.

Kasahara Asuka slightly tilted her head back, her eyes wide open, not blinking at all.

Although it wasn’t a face-to-face distance where features were clear, the face reflecting the lamplight gave Fujiwara Reya an intuitive sense of allure and delicacy, even a bit seductive.

She was clearly shy, her face so red, yet her expression was so noble and beautiful. Mrs. Kasahara’s genes are really strong.

"What’s the matter?" Fujiwara Reya’s voice turned hoarse.

"Kneel down, let me tell you slowly," Kasahara Asuka said with a smile.

When Fujiwara Reya crouched down, she suddenly leaped forward, pressing down on her senior, her finger lightly touching his Adam’s apple, "Let’s study together tonight."

"What?"

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"Is it what I’m thinking of?"

"Yes, it is."

The rain continued to pour outside, its sound masking some movements, and the thin wooden floor creaked as the two rolled onto the mat and slipped under the covers.

Then, all movements ceased.

Inside the wardrobe, three pairs of eyes glanced at each other.

"Should we go out and take a look?" Kasahara Fukaeri asked nervously.

"Go teach him a lesson!" Hoshimi Rinko said with a cold demeanor.

"Hey, wait..." Natsuki Kuri chuckled softly, "Not yet, wait until there’s more movement before going out."

Inside the covers.

A small screen lit up, playing a study video.

Kasahara Asuka’s big eyes fixed on the high-heeled, black-silk clad female teacher being bullied by a bad student, clumsily holding what Natsuki Kuri had just held, learning diligently.

The touch was tender and hot, Fujiwara Reya nearly lost his senses.

From nervousness and shyness, Kasahara Asuka’s palm sweated slightly, her delicate skin glowing with a flush of color.

"Asuka..." Fujiwara Reya reached out, eagerly embracing her slender waist.

"Mm~" Kasahara Asuka responded suggestively.

This sound was so inappropriate, Fujiwara Reya’s heart skipped a beat instinctively, fearing the people in the wardrobe would notice something amiss.

He held his breath, daring not to make a sound.

The air under the quilt grew staler.

After a long two minutes, there was no movement from the wardrobe.

Fujiwara Reya was covered in sweat, and as he released a long breath, he found it even more thrilling.

"Senior, you should do this to me too later," Kasahara Asuka whispered softly, curled up in his arms, even though it wasn’t physical exertion, she was breathless with exhaustion.

Fujiwara Reya couldn’t help but hold her tightly, trying with both hands.

The Little Devil Junior wasn’t lying; there was no defense under the shrine maiden’s skirt.

It took great effort to withdraw his hands, fearing she would make odd noises, so he just hugged her waist, not daring to move.

"Hold tighter, senior," Kasahara Asuka’s tone was dreamy.

For a moment, Fujiwara Reya forgot the world still had wardrobes.

In the pitch-black under the covers, he greedily wrapped one arm around his junior’s body, while the other caressed her smooth, graceful back, flat stomach, and round, firm buttocks.

"About to suffocate..." Kasahara Asuka gasped.

Fujiwara Reya didn’t listen.

Damn little devil, this is your punishment!

"Senior’s body is really good, really big..." Kasahara Asuka gasped with difficulty but satisfaction. At this time, the teacher on the screen had finished the handmade class teaching and switched to a conversational practice class. Her eyes were watery as she blinked and paused her actions.

Fujiwara Reya felt the lack of oxygen under the covers, and his mind had a slight suffocating feeling.

"Senior..." Kasahara Asuka licked her lips, full of implication.

"Don’t stop yet..." Fujiwara Reya held her tightly.

"Okay, anyway, you can last long." Kasahara Asuka pressed against him, her head buried in his chest, continuing the earlier actions, as she asked, "Senior, is there anyone you like now?"

"...Not yet." With gritted teeth, Fujiwara Reya said, "If we talk about affection, Asuka would definitely be at the top."

"Does Asuka make your heart move?" Kasahara Asuka asked.

"Yes, my heart moved; if it didn’t, I’d be a fool..." Fujiwara Reya leaned down, kissing her on the forehead, "Don’t overthink, the nature of liking is unreasonable. I might like you the next second; I might never like you, I can’t tell..."

"I can somewhat understand." Kasahara Asuka retaliated by quickening her pace.

Fujiwara Reya instinctively pressed down on her small butt.

Perky and firm, not as soft as Miss Miki’s, but with a unique charm.

From his perspective, as a normal adolescent male, it was impossible to refuse the softness of a female body, not to mention someone like Kasahara Asuka, an unparalleled beauty. And she was noble and beautiful, teasing only him.

But.

"I will leave someday," he said.

"Why?" Kasahara Asuka stopped.

"I can’t explain it clearly for the time being... It’s based on responsibility. I can’t promise you anything now. Before we understand each other’s true feelings, we must not cross the final line to prevent any regrets in the future."

"I don’t dislike this kind of senior." Kasahara Asuka whispered.

"Thank you." Fujiwara Reya kissed her on the forehead again.

"Senior."

"Mm?"

"What I want will definitely be mine," Kasahara Asuka said as she lowered her head.

"Hiss!"

No!

There are people in the wardrobe!

"Let’s go somewhere else..." Fujiwara Reya hurriedly adjusted his clothes, held her waist and quickly dashed out of the room.

The room fell silent instantly.

After two minutes, with a swish, Kasahara Fukaeri and Hoshimi Rinko, both with cold faces, dashed out, searching the room. Natsuki Kuri stayed in the room, not going anywhere.

Based on her understanding of Fujiwara Reya, he would soon deliver himself to them.

After rushing out of the room, the first place Fujiwara Reya headed was the bathroom.

"Lean here..." He pressed Kasahara Asuka onto the sink.

"Senior’s so bad!"

Kasahara Asuka bent forward, her sexy little butt slightly raised, round, and full of elasticity.

"You made me bad!" Fujiwara Reya wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and the next second, the young girl’s body shivered intensely and instinctively cried out, "No."

"Too late now!" Fujiwara Reya kissed her white neck, inhaling the sweet citrus scent from her orange hair, through the thin shrine maiden’s dress, the soft and springy, spongy feeling made her tremble all over.

"What were you thinking about just now?" Fujiwara Reya asked.

"Hehe, practice..." Kasahara Asuka nudged him with her elbow, slipped away, squatting down. Fujiwara Reya looked down, her jade-like, warm and charming face glistening softly under her fair skin, exuding a beautiful hue beyond words.

In an instant, it was hard to tell if she was that mischievous little devil or the noble, charming, and graceful Chairman Kasahara.

Not long after, faint footsteps could be heard in the distance.

"Change location!" Without saying a word, Fujiwara Reya pulled her out of the bathroom, hiding under the kitchen table.

"Who is it?" Kasahara Asuka asked curiously.

"Senior, your sister, and Kuri..."

"They’re all—"

"Shh, keep quiet, sorry, it’s my fault..."

"So exciting!"

"Mm?"

Asuka, your thoughts are dangerous!

Seizing the momentary daze of Fujiwara Reya, Kasahara Asuka lowered her head, kissing his lips. Lips met, sweet, cool, and gentle, a tender touch elicited a satisfied murmur from the girl.

"Where did they go..." Kasahara Fukaeri’s voice and footsteps approached.

Police sister, save me... Fujiwara Reya glanced at the approaching sister’s feet in the kitchen, making a round before leaving again, unaware that her sister was pressing a guy for a passionate kiss.

"Mm..."

Lips parted.

Kasahara Asuka panted gently, eyes closed, eyelashes fluttering as she unconsciously licked her lips, savoring the taste of that first kiss. The naive charm was innate, hard to resist.

"Asuka’s first kiss is gone..."

"Senior has to be responsible..."

"Or else, I will bite you off."

Saying that, the little devil junior moved back a little, continuing with the unfinished practice.

Under the dim table, Fujiwara Reya gazed at her blushing little face, indescribably alluring.

"Mm, cough cough... gulp —"

Kasahara Asuka frowned deeply, as if in extreme endurance.

"Enough, let’s go back to the room!" Fujiwara Reya embraced her, crawling out from under the table, and ran back to the room.

"It’s senior’s turn!" Kasahara Asuka tightly clutched his collar, with a bit of something left on her lips, not having time to wipe it clean.

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