I Have Infinite Shikigami 146. The changes of the school girl
The August sun shone brightly on my shoulders.
Fujiwara Izaya lay lazily in the swimming ring, floating with the wind.
To his right, the newlywed woman was carrying the snow girl, paddling up and down the sea with her legs. She seemed to like the water very much, and she was noisy like a child since she went out to sea.
On the left, the junior and senior students are also lying on the swimming ring, looking at the clouds in the sky and chatting.
"Look at those clouds in the sky!"
"This is a color unique to the seaside. It's so bright and vivid."
"The sea here is more turbulent than the sea in Kamakura."
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"The color of the water is also different."
"Senior, this is the Pacific Ocean!"
"I know." Hoshimi Rinko replied decisively.
Fujiwara Izaya turned his head and looked towards her.
The sun was above the clouds, quietly shining bright white light. The senior sister's fair skin was almost transparent, and water droplets condensed into a shallow puddle on her delicate collarbone.
Noticing Fujiwara Izaya's gaze, Hoshimi Rinko looked away.
Her expressionless and indifferent posture formed a strong contrast with her slender legs, which made people want to hold her in their arms and feed her popsicles.
A little further away, Mrs. Kasahara and Miki Kawashima were playing water polo, with Mrs. Hoshimi acting as the referee.
"Watch it!" Mrs. Kasahara shouted, half of her body jumped out of the water, and hit the ball hard.
The remaining light of the sun coated her body with a layer of light. It was really a big and white ball. Kawashima Miji on the opposite side was not to be outdone. After jumping out of the water, she swatted the ball with a volleyball smash gesture.
Come back. Fair skin, white swimsuit, slipping water droplets...
When Fujiwara Izaya was fascinated, Kasahara Asuka swam over and patted his head hard with her little hand: "You are not allowed to be interested in women over thirty years old, wooden senior-"
"I don't believe you." Asuka Kasahara picked up a handful of water and poured it on his face.
Fujiwara Izaya tilted his head slightly and avoided the handful of sea water, and then... Hoshimi Rinko was poured over her head.
"Okay, don't make trouble!" Before the two of them started to argue again, Fujiwara Izaya quickly pushed them away with a swimming ring in his hand. "In the name of the Acting Chairman, I would like to ask you not to talk."
"Slightly~" Kasahara Asuka stuck out her tongue unconvinced.
The three of them floated quietly on the sparkling sea. The sea seemed to be full of white wild flowers, full of tiny waves. Each wave shimmered and trembled. The swimming circle undulated with the waves, and it felt very good.
Comfortable.
Everything seems to be covered with a veil of happiness.
Asuka Kasahara turned her face sideways, her slender eyelashes reflected on her cheeks.
She looked in the direction of the deck, where her sister was reading a book under the umbrella. The light cloth covered by the setting sun was like an orange gauze dress, which was so beautiful that it made people enchanted.
"My sister always treats me like a child..."
Kasahara Asuka's face was tense, but a complex warmth surged in her heart.
Being able to go on vacation with my sister again, sharing the scenery of the mountains and the sea every day, seems to be more romantic than those days in Tokyo. Unfortunately, my sister still can't joke or talk to coax her...
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"Are you looking at sister?" Fujiwara Izaya leaned over and asked.
"Don't look." Kasahara Asuka stretched out her hand and pushed.
Fujiwara Izaya held the swimming ring and floated away with the waves.
On the yacht, Kasahara Fuka-Eri brought her barley tea and books and rowed a small rubber boat towards the sunny beach on the seaside.
"Ah, the vast world..." Asuka Kasahara seemed to feel that her mind was broader.
When the sea breeze blew, she stretched her little hands out in the air and kept swinging them.
This is by no means an exaggeration. The brilliant sunset almost writes the light on people's skin, which is very bright. The girl's beautiful face is like a mirror, showing her innocent brilliance...
"Fuka-Eri~" Mrs. Kasahara raised her hands and shouted,
"Take your things ashore and have a barbecue tonight."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri, who had just rowed a few meters, had to return to the yacht and slowly moved the barbecue grill, small refrigerator and other items to the rubber boat. She changed into a white dress and pressed the hem of the skirt from time to time to prevent
Blown up by the wind, her posture was very upright, almost as upright as a virtual object. During this period, Fujiwara Izaya was in the swimming circle and kept looking at her.
Time stood still for a while, and the scene was clearly burned into the wall of memory.
Asuka Kasahara pushed the sea water with her palm, and the swimming circle approached Fujiwara Izaya's side.
"GuluGulu~"
A bunch of bubbles appeared on the water surface.
Looking at my sister, Fujiwara Izaya was entranced, and suddenly he was grabbed by a pair of hands.
His body sank into the sea, and he opened his eyes and looked up at the sea. Under the sunlight, the undulating water was as clear as jelly, constantly changing shapes above his head. All around was an unimaginably wide space, with swarms of fish swimming around.
In the magazine coral group, the colorful scales are like stars right in front of you.
Someone pushed me from behind.
Looking back, Fujiwara Izaya saw the school girl with orange hair flying in the water.
In the water, her vagina kept flipping up and down, like bubbles in a spirit level. When she looked directly into her eyes, her eyes seemed empty, diverging from Fujiwara Izaya's direct gaze.
own sight.
Perhaps, the school girl is disappointed.
At this time, a flexible figure swam by.
It's Rinko Hoshimi.
She probably saw her junior classmate diving together and she was worried, so she followed down to watch.
Asuka Kasahara, who was still two meters away from her senior, suddenly came over and leaned her delicate body in his arms. Fujiwara Izaya hugged her out of habit, and his eyes followed the figure of his senior.
Wearing only a swimsuit, the senior's body is clearly showing off her wonderful curves.
Like a mermaid, she swims in the sea with a beautiful swimming posture, her waist outlines a seductive curve, and her beautiful long legs swing lightly. If the school girl hadn't pinched her face to express her dissatisfaction, Izaya Fujiwara could have watched her for the rest of her life.
The sun is setting a bit in the west.
The three ladies, tired from playing water polo, lay on the swimming ring and drifted like lazy cats basking in the sun.
Their unadorned fair faces cast shadows of clouds, like the shadows of elegant gods... swollen breasts, round waists, slender and plump legs... On the beach in the distance, Kasahara Fumi...
Eri was busy alone, and Yuki-onna was called up to act as the Freeze Princess.
Fujiwara Izaya swam to the shore and walked onto the beach.
On the table next to the barbecue grill, there is a large glazed plate. On the plate, sashimi made of striped horse mackerel, red lionfish, flatfish, lionfish, needlefish, etc. are piled up beautifully. The hands of the snow girl
Holding the plate, her face covered with frost, like a beautiful ice cube, kept blowing the cold air over the plate.
"Do you need my help?" Fujiwara Izaya picked up the towel on the table and wiped the water stains on his body.
"There is a mountain spring behind, you can go and wash it before you come back." Fuka-Eri Kasahara bent down and added charcoal to the barbecue while saying, "Otherwise, when it dries, you will be covered with salt particles."
"Okay."
Fujiwara Izaya walked happily to the forest on the edge of the beach.
As evening approaches, the temperature at the beach is very cool. Whenever the wind blows, the leaves of the palm trees will rustle.
Asuka Kasahara also returned to the shore, and collapsed on the white beach sunbathing as if she was tired. The temperature was very comfortable, everything was warm and peaceful, and it made people feel relaxed and happy. Palm leaves were swaying in a very high place, and the clouds were covered with
It blew away to the other side of the bay. While watching, she drank the lemonade that Yuki Ono had touched. It was so cold that it made her whole body feel comfortable.
When Fujiwara Izaya came back, he saw that she was applying sunscreen on her body, from her neck to her toenails. Her whole body was round and smooth, like a slender little dolphin.
Lying there like this, it's hard to tell how old she is.
Although her body shape is still that of a sixteen-year-old girl, the self-ripening charm she displays at this moment makes her look much more mature than her actual age. Her limbs are slim and slender, but she does not look pitiful, and her skin is white and tender.
On the contrary, it showed strong strength.
Fujiwara Izaya also had an illusion.
If she straightened her hands and feet now, the surrounding space would suddenly tighten and stretch. He thought to himself that the strength shown by the junior girl at this time showed that she had caught her senior with another woman.
, her mentality has grown tremendously. She is now in the most energetic, accepting and transforming stage in her life, and she is rapidly growing into an adult.
"Let me apply it for you." Fujiwara Izaya reached for the sunscreen.
"Here, don't take advantage of me."
Kasahara Asuka turned her back and left her back to him.
That snow-white and delicate skin also smelled of sweet orange.
Squeezing sunscreen onto her back and caressing her gently with the palm of his hand, she squirmed as if it was ticklish and let out one or two painful laughs. Because her hair was tied into a ball and hung on the back of her head, the snowy
The small ears and neck are fully exposed, and the crystal clear skin is like a newborn baby.
Fujiwara Izaya became more and more surprised the more he looked at it.
Judging from her mannerisms, she sometimes looks as bold as an adult. But her neck is proportional to her age, with the tenderness of a child. After all, she is still a child, Fujiwara Izaya thought, a girl has a girl's neck, a mature woman
The neck of a mature woman is as clear and distinct as the annual rings of a tree.
On the barbecue grill next to it, Kasahara Fuka-Eri prepared a lot of food. Fujiwara Izaya walked over and handed the plastic basket filled with drinks to Yuki Onna. The cool air floating from Yuki Onna's body touched her slightly sweating body.
, feeling very comfortable.
"There are some fruits over there, you can cut them up." Kasahara Fuka-Eri patted the basket at her hand, which contained fruit knives, mini chopping boards, paper plates, toothpicks and other utensils for cutting fruits.
"Okay."
Fujiwara Izaya took tools and fruits and sat down next to Kasahara Asuka.
The sun was spreading its heat onto the beach with extraordinary grace, and the soft sea breeze, laden with moisture, swayed the leaves of the palm trees.
While peeling the fruit, he barely spoke, and the schoolgirl didn't want to talk to him. She only occasionally turned her body up and down, letting time slip away quietly.
Several times Fujiwara Izaya wanted to doze off, but was awakened by the sound of words or the sound of wind on the sea.
After a while, Asuka Kasahara probably felt that the wood was an eyesore, so she patted her butt and got up and went to the mountain spring behind to rinse her body. On her body, sweat and sunscreen were mixed together, dripping down from her cheeks through her ears.
on the ground.
"It's difficult..." Fujiwara Izaya murmured.
"What's going on?" Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked up from the barbecue grill.
"It's okay, don't worry about it."
"Come here and bake something, mother and the others are getting ready to go ashore."
Fujiwara Izaya looked towards the sea and saw that several ladies were indeed swimming towards the shore in swimming rings.
The sea surface reflected by the sunset is no longer as dazzling as before, but the waves still retain a very delicate texture, as if they had been carefully combed with a comb.
Miss Meiji and Mrs. Kasahara seemed to be chatting about something and laughed very happily.
Fujiwara Izaya could more or less guess what the two people were talking about. Nine times out of ten, it was about him. Oh my, it’s hard to be popular... It’s really hard.
"Why don't you come over here!" Kasahara Fuka-Eri's voice became colder.
"G, here we come." Fujiwara Izaya withdrew his gaze and came to the barbecue grill to help skewer the food.
The ingredients prepared by the two ladies are very rich, including high-end black pork and beef, special pork belly, etc.; the seafood is also high-end, with scallops almost as big as fists, and all kinds of drinks are also available.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri peeled off the scallops, put them on a tin foil plate and placed them on the grill.
After a while, the hot oil sizzled.
The scent of seafood wafts in the air.
The huge sunset slowly set in the west, dyeing the horizontal line as red as pre-prep juice.
Orange sunlight fell from between the clouds and fell on the sea in a line of light. Fujiwara Izaya was thinking about the cause of the Tyndall effect while skewering the thinly sliced beef on the skewers.
"What's going on, Fujiwara?" Mrs. Kasahara knelt on the beach and crawled to this side on her hands and knees. "You seem to have no energy. Is the meat roasted? Give me a bite."
Hey hey hey!
On the sunny beach, a young mother-in-law crawls over in a sexy swimsuit... This will cause big trouble!
Fujiwara Izaya's sight was completely occupied by the plump skin under her bikini swimsuit. The slightly exposed upper part was like the air in the summer morning, full of freshness and coolness. Not to mention her superior strength and noble status,
Just looking at her innocent and charming manner, it is already impossible to look away.
"It's almost ready." Fujiwara Izaya turned over the meat skewers in his hand, thinking that the beef was really big and white.
"You can't ignore me." Mrs. Hoshimi also came over.
The two ladies were sitting side by side chatting, as if they were going out for an outing, as excitedly as if they were going out for an outing. Kawashima Miji sat on the beach in the sun and drank barley tea. Her upturned white buttocks were covered with tiny grains of sand.
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On the grill net and in the tin foil plate, the scallops are bubbling.
Fujiwara Izaya sometimes looked at the sea, sometimes looked at them, opened a bottle of lemon soda for himself and handed it to Yuki-onna. Yuki-onna stuffed the soda into her chest and held it for a while, then held the frosted bottle in both hands and handed it to him carefully.
In the glass bottle that reflects the light, there seems to be a sharp moan coming from the ice cubes. It is the ice cubes that have sensed the crisis and are melting and screaming mercilessly under the last remaining light of summer.
In this voice, Kasahara Asuka returned.
She walked across the grass at the edge of the beach with light steps, and her long orange hair seemed to blend into the soft sunlight. As she watched, transparent wings spread out behind her, and she was about to turn into an angel.
The shadows of the palm trees were stretched exaggeratedly, as if they were being tricked by the late summer sun.
Against the backdrop of the sky that turned extremely slowly to blood red, one after another red dragonflies flapping their wings and flying up and down appeared in the forest on the island.
This is a harbinger of autumn!
It is a sign that passion is slowly cooling down from the inside and turning into reason! For some people, this may be an opportunity for growth. For Fujiwara Izaya, the end of summer heralds a relaxed life.
Life is coming to an end, and he is about to return to Tokyo and return to the struggle for power.
As the sun sets, the sea surface has become shrouded in smoke and mist, making it confusing.
The wings of the seagulls have turned black, and there is no trace of the boat.
Incredible.
Such a vast space was so deserted.
The sea that was shining with golden light just now turned dark. Fujiwara Izaya looked at the darkening sky and listened to the conversation of the senior students next to him.
Kasahara Asuka lazily held her chin and drank the juice one sip at a time: "Hey, senior, if you want to kill someone today, who do you think it is best to kill? Which guy should you kill, and Japan will be clean?
What about some?”
"Fujiwara Izaya." Rinko Hoshimi said, twirling her hair with her fingers.
"No! Although he is very powerful, he is just a small person."
"It's better to kill someone who will become a big shot in the future as soon as possible."
The two dazzlingly beautiful girls exchanged words with each other while the beef on the barbecue grill was roasted by the charcoal fire, making a sizzling sound.
Hoshimi Rinko said with a twinkle in her eye: "That guy is capable and capable, and he also hides secrets. Only by killing this guy can Japan have hope for the future."
"Oh, I understand!" Kasahara Asuka nodded and said firmly: "Before killing him, you should torture him well."
"For example?"
"Cuff him with handcuffs, whip him, and pour seawater on his wounds..."
It’s not that I’m just a little scumbag… Fujiwara Izaya innocently put the roasted thin beef and scallops into a small plate.
His eyes looked towards the two ladies. In the dimmed light, his eyes reflected the two pairs of white hands resting weakly on his knees. Their eyes looking at their daughters were moistened by soft, maternal love.
It's as if it's wet vegetation.
Moving his eyes a little further to the side, Kawashima Miji's figure melted into the blood-like afterglow of the sunset.
She is very proud now.
So much so that I couldn't let go of the raised corners of my mouth.
The animal fat fell into the oven, making a slight sound, and the charcoal fire suddenly started.
The two girls stopped talking and sat motionless on the beach. The silhouettes of their faces looked extremely beautiful against the firelight. In an instant, those two beautiful silhouettes clearly felt that Fujiwara Izaya
sight.
Kasahara Asuka snorted contemptuously with her nose.
"Cheating." Hoshimi Rinko said.
"The meat is grilled..." Fujiwara Izaya said loudly.
"Ah, I'm so hungry." Mrs. Kasahara crawled over eagerly, picked up a piece of beef with her fingers, rolled it into the seasoning bowl, and stuffed it into her mouth.
"Um--"
The satisfaction of eating comes out instantly.
"It's delicious!" She was still wearing a revealing bikini, took another piece of beef with her fingers, and stuffed it into her mouth. The posture was very unsightly, and her collarbone was dirty and covered with sand.
Eating the second piece of meat, she licked the grease on her fingers and sighed happily.
"tasty!"
“It’s grilled very tender, and when dipped in the sauce, it’s a real treat.”
"Brother Fujiwara, how about I ask my sister to feed you."
"The two of them are about to kill me." Fujiwara Izaya pointed at the girl over there who was discussing the murder plan.
"Well, it's okay. I'll protect you. In this regard, woman..." Mrs. Kasahara turned her head slightly, a soft smile appeared on her face, and she remained silent as if she was deliberately trying to make people anxious.
The enthusiastic listeners seemed to be hooked by her, and they turned their heads slightly. At this time, in the afterglow of the sun that lingered, the sexy and beautiful young chairman of the board of directors spread his legs slightly. In this blink of an eye, everyone
They all saw the revelatory vision of 'ultimate happiness'. In that philosophical vision, the afterglow of the setting sun was collected like a net, and at the bottom of the net there was a golden fish jumping energetically, its scales
Brilliant, twinkling.
"Master Chairman, please calm down a little." Fujiwara Izaya said with a headache.
Mrs. Kasahara turned around and said with a sweet smile: "Women are more comfortable playing with fire."
When she said the words "playing with fire", she had no emotion and shyness, making it almost impossible for the listener to tell the truth from the lie. She is a person who is particularly good at engaging in secret activities.
Judging from her behavior, Fujiwara Izaya knew that she had realized that there were cracks in her younger daughter's mentality towards her senior.
After dinner, the sky was already filled with stars.
Everyone left the beach and returned to bed, taking a shower and changing clothes.
Fujiwara Izaya came out of the shower and saw someone on the sofa. The lights were not turned on, and there was only faint starlight in the cabin. The person was leaning sideways, holding his forehead with his hand, and his long hair was hanging down, covering half of his face. He couldn't distinguish it clearly for a while.
Who is.
Before I walked in, the refreshing fragrance floated in front of me before my name.
It's like walking on a path at night and smelling the fragrance before you see the flowers.
Fujiwara Izaya hopes that the fragrance of this moment can last forever.
Because only at this moment, a woman is a symbol, not an individual woman with a name and surname. It is precisely because of the secret name and the well-known hint that it can be like relying on the hidden taboo.
The pillars reveal a dangerous and seductive smell in the darkness. Only at this time can a woman appear more dreamy than existence, and move more strongly than when she is clear.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, she turned her head and looked over.
With the faint light, the delicate and beautiful face half blocked by the long and messy hair was revealed. It was Mrs. Kasahara.
"Please pour me a glass of wine," she said lazily, "with ice."
"Wait a moment, Miss Himeko." Fujiwara Izaya brushed his wet hair with his hand, turned on the cabin light, and walked to the bar to pour wine.
"Turn on the music too."
Mrs. Kasahara came over and sat on the high stool next to the bar.
Fujiwara Izaya turned on the stereo, played Liszt's emotional music, poured her wine from a cup, and added ice cubes to it.
"Thank you." Mrs. Kasahara thanked her in an elegant tone. She picked up the wine glass with her slender fingers and took a sip. The light fell brightly, and her sexy nightgown had a large area of exposed skin, which was white and tender, with a translucent texture.
The hair is tender and smooth; half of the face is covered by the hair, and the sexy red lips are slightly opened to sip wine.
I really can’t tell you the specific age number. I can only say that it ranges from 20 to 40, whichever number is just right.
After having a drink, Mrs. Kasahara asked for a second drink.
She leaned her elbows on the table, rested her face on her hands, listened to Liszt's music, sipped her wine, and cast ambiguous glances at Fujiwara Izaya from time to time. Fujiwara Izaya's body could really feel the emotion in her eyes.
Meaning, but he didn't dare to take the bait casually.
When it comes to emotional matters, boldness is still boldness, and Fujiwara Izaya still has the proper sense of propriety.
What a joke.
Just now, my daughter fell in love with her, and she turned around and had an affair with my mother again. Don’t be so anxious even if you want to die.
"Ah, you are so timid..." Mrs. Kasahara mumbled dissatisfiedly.
The way she looks now is breathtakingly beautiful.
Her usual pretentious air had dissipated, and she relaxed very naturally, allowing herself to completely blend into the air. After seeing that Fujiwara Izaya didn't want to respond to her teasing, she rubbed her hair boredly, touched the tip of her nose for a while, and gently used her fingers to
Caressing the raised breasts.
The smell of perfume wafts slightly.
Fujiwara Izaya smelled the intoxicating smell and caught her movements tightly with the corners of his eyes.
After finishing the second cup, Mrs. Kasahara asked for a third cup. While Fujiwara Izaya was pouring the wine, she said, "Xiangxiang is really angry."
"Mr. Chairman, are you here to question me?"
"What do you call Chairman? He has so many points."
"I'm afraid you won't be happy to call me sister."
"I'm glad, very glad." Mrs. Kasahara watched his movements and smiled. She smiled perfectly, with unique and charming thin crow's feet at the corners of her eyes. The charm of that smile was not comparable to that of a young girl.
Fujiwara Izaya looked up from the bar and looked at her face, but his mind still couldn't turn around.
"But don't take advantage of me." After a pause, Mrs. Kasahara said with a smile, "I've just finished bullying my daughter, and now I want to bully my mother. Isn't this a bit too much?"
"That's quite excessive." Fujiwara Izaya gave her the third glass of wine.
While drinking, Mrs. Kasahara said casually: "Before going to sea, Xiangxiang prepared a lot of things and said that you will suffer a lot."
Fujiwara Izaya thought of handcuffs and whips...
"What are you thinking?" he asked.
"Well, I don't interfere with my daughter's feelings." Mrs. Kasahara shook the wine glass, and the ice cubes made a crisp and calm sound in the glass, "I don't care whether she hates you, likes you, or is willing to share you.
.The Kasahara family has no shortage of power and money, so she has enough capital to do whatever she wants."
"You're such an irresponsible mother." Mrs. Hoshimi complained and walked out.
She was wearing the same cool nightdress, but it was not as revealing as her best friend's. It was more pure and girlish.
"What would you like, Chairman Hoshimi?" Fujiwara Izaya asked with a business-like smile.
"Champagne." Mrs. Hoshimi also sat down on the high stool.
Fujiwara Izaya took out champagne and poured it into the glass.
The golden sparkling wine enters the transparent glass, and fine bubbles continue to gush out and explode on the surface, making a dense sound.
"What's strange to me is that Rinko is not angry with you." Mrs. Hoshimi held the wine glass but did not drink. "Fujiwara-kun, tell me honestly, how did you coax Rinko? She actually turned her back on you when faced with your carefree behavior.
You can be so indifferent..."
"She knows me." Fujiwara Izaya poured himself a glass of juice. "Probably, she knows that I have always been very carefree, so she never has expectations, so naturally she will not be disappointed..."
"Nonsense, Rinzi obviously cares about it." Mrs. Kasahara glanced at him, "Even an outsider like me can tell."
"That means senior's curiosity about me is greater than her resentment towards me." Fujiwara Izaya said funny.
"Well, it's possible..." Mrs. Hoshimi stood on the bar, her beautiful legs crossed sexily, "Oh, I really have a headache as a mother. It would be great if I just beat you to death..."
"By the way, where are the others?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
"Xiangxiang and Rinzi are enjoying the breeze on the deck at the stern of the ship." Mrs. Kasahara replied, "Also, Miss Meiji and Fuka Eri are in the room, seeming to be discussing something."
"I'm going to find them." Fujiwara Izaya drank the juice in one gulp and came out of the bar.
"G, aren't you going to accompany us?" Mrs. Kasahara immediately put on a complaining attitude, "Does it mean that we are really old and no longer attract the charm of little boys?"
Her hazy voice hit the eardrums, making a delicate echo.
It sounds like a spewing out of mist, rushing around in the body.
"How could it be? You two are still the most beautiful people in the world." Fujiwara Izaya said.
Mrs. Kasahara nodded, taking a sip of wine as if savoring the last moments of the day.uuReading www.uukanshu.com
"Okay, there is still tomorrow, and after tomorrow there will be the day after tomorrow," Fujiwara Izaya said, "Use all your conspiracies and tricks. If I can't bear it anymore, I will change my surname to Kasahara."
Mrs. Kasahara raised her face and smiled.
That was the smile of a superior, full of confidence, as if he was convinced.
Fujiwara Izaya stretched out his hand.
She grabbed him, jumped off the high stool, and kicked Fujiwara Izaya in the butt.
"Go and get Xiangxiang well."
"As commanded."
After he took the step, Mrs. Hoshimi looked at her best friend with a worried look on her face: "Are you being too reckless? What if he kills you instead?"
"What else can we do?" Mrs. Kasahara smiled very happily, leaning on her best friend as if her plump body was weak, "When the time comes, Yako will accompany me and warm his bed together."
"G, don't drag me into the water——"
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At the stern of the ship, the sea breeze was blowing and the sky was filled with stars.
At the door of the deck, a small area was illuminated by light. Not far from the door light, a face as beautiful as a gardenia appeared.
The senior sister under the starlight can make people feel exactly what it means to be a "beautiful girl".
Seriously speaking, Fujiwara Izaya hasn't hugged her yet.
However, he was now strongly shocked by an intoxication that he had never experienced before. Although the two were very close in space, they were relatively far away in the world... If the enlightened feelings overflowed towards each other, it could be... After a moment of seasonal excitement dissipated, the two of them were able to calm down and get along like close friends.
This is probably what the lover is not satisfied with.