I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 609 - 205. Let Amaterasu bear the surname ’Fujiwara’ in her crown! _8

Chapter 609: 205. Let Amaterasu bear the surname ’Fujiwara’ in her crown! _8

The usually cool and elegant Mrs. Kasahara now seemed somewhat charming, and Mrs. Hoshimi felt overjoyed, reaching out to pinch her cheek: "Yako belongs to her big sister, no one can take her away!"

"You—"

"Mrs. Hoshimi let out a small cry, her cheeks as rosy as flames.

"You two take your time; I’m stepping out for a bit." Fujiwara Reya quickly extricated himself to avoid getting caught in the crossfire, and as he reached the door, he turned back to add, "Remember, lotus seed porridge. I’ll be back later to eat it."

The sliding door slowly closed.

Listening to his steady, endearing footsteps fade away, the two ladies stopped their playful banter and looked at each other, cheek to cheek. After a moment, they reached a mutual agreement and blossomed into bright smiles.

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Walking once more along the ship’s corridor, Fujiwara Reya felt somewhat absent-minded.

He bit down hard on the back of his hand, almost leaving teeth marks, as a way to suppress his impulse to turn back.

Hurry up and become a god... he told himself, as the natural course of events unfolded. From his emotions, there was no resistance, and the ladies did not oppose it. After becoming a god with eternal life, moral constraints would gradually disappear...

As he walked, he reached the deck.

The chill of the autumn wind hit him, like the cold light of stars, frigid and biting.

Fujiwara Reya quickened his pace suddenly.

At the end of the deck, he saw a figure.

Under the cool starlit sky, his senior was standing at the bow, gazing into the distance, her slender silhouette as pure as untainted snow.

"Hey, that’s so dangerous, it’s pure nonsense!" Fujiwara Reya shouted reproachfully, yet his tone was sweet.

Hoshimi Rinko turned her head and gave him a glance.

She was wearing a dark blue pleated long skirt, her top tucked into it and cinched with a belt. At the back, a slanted bow was tied, making her waist look incredibly slim.

The sea breeze blew, making her clothes flutter, and the graceful curve of her hips and back was etched even more delicately.

"Come up." she said softly.

"Are you trying to imitate Rose too?"

"Yes, well..."

"Are you sure?"

"If others can do it, why can’t I?" Hoshimi Rinko said, her demeanor brimmed with girlish innocence.

Fujiwara Reya laughed, "That’s fine too. Until now, senior was always too rational..."

"Hmph!"

Hoshimi Rinko turned back to look at the sea.

The dark blue skirt clung to her back, facing Fujiwara Reya.

The modest bow tightened around her waist, accentuating her slenderness, making her curves even more tempting.

Fujiwara Reya jumped onto the bow and hugged her waist from behind, shouting towards the sea, "I am the king of the world—"

The sound rode the sea breeze, echoing for a long time.

Amusement filled Hoshimi Rinko’s eyes as she placed her hand over the back of his hand.

Her hand was so small it couldn’t completely cover his, yet it was full of warmth.

"Look at you, so childish." Hoshimi Rinko smiled broadly. Then, she leaned her shoulder against him, "Hey, you kissed me, right? But I’m not an easy woman to fool. Without a confession, I won’t agree to you."

Fujiwara Reya held her tighter.

He had never held her like this before, so at this moment, his senior felt particularly petite and delicate to him.

"How should I put it, my affection for senior might have started from the first meeting." Fujiwara Reya lightly caressed her cheek with one hand, "Emotions are like a seed that quietly falls into a certain corner of the heart, and once you notice it, it grows into a towering tree."

"A towering tree..."

Hoshimi Rinko’s face leaned against his palm, making her appear smaller than usual.

Under the vast starry sky, the cruise ship sailed leisurely, and once thoughts settled, they would drift to faraway places.

"Look, how beautiful the Milky Way is!" Hoshimi Rinko murmured as she gazed at the starry sky.

Fujiwara Reya looked up.

The Milky Way observed from the turbulent sea was like a bright river, brilliantly suspended before their eyes. The stars dotted the canvas, gleaming and visible. Even the clouds looked like the gauzy skirts of fairies, dazzlingly clear.

"Describe the stars for me."

Hoshimi Rinko stared intently at his face, her expression seemed to say, "If it’s not romantic enough, I’ll be displeased."

Adorable!

Starlight poured down, landing on her face.

That delicate and straight nose, small pink lips, faintly appeared, exuding a uniquely feminine fragrance.

"Look, that’s the Centaur, half-man, half-horse, drawing its bow and aiming at the Scorpion..." Fujiwara Reya embraced her soft body and whispered intimately with her, "The sky near the Centaur constellation is called the center of the Milky Way, see it?"

Hoshimi Rinko followed his guidance and found the brightest Centaur constellation.

"In this area, many nebulae and constellations gather, making it beautifully dense. Further up is the Swan Constellation, doesn’t it look like a swan spreading its beautiful wings? Now it’s autumn, the area between the Pegasus Square and the Andromeda Constellation is the clearest season, even the lyre and strings of the Lyra Constellation look exceptionally bright." The narration paused slightly here.

Hoshimi Rinko bathed in the sea breeze, admiring the starry sky.

In the more than a year since she had known her junior, she most loved listening to him gently articulate the rich knowledge in his mind. From these words, she could imagine how her junior, as a child, grew up in an isolated place.

Fujiwara Reya’s nose brushed against her earlobe as he continued, "In Greek mythology, it mentions that the Lyra’s lyre is Orpheus’ lyre. To revive his deceased wife, he played the lyre before Hades. The melodious sound moved Hades, granting his wife a second life. But he forgot his agreement with Hades... Thus, he lost his beloved wife again and became despondent. In the vast sea of stars, only this lyre plays captivating music, flowing unceasingly."