Neither of them knew how many times they had done it. Chen Fan had completely filled the emptiness in Sendou Yuma's heart. He blocked out the sound, allowing Sendou Yuma to cry out as loudly as she wanted.
Yet while they were doing such things, an owl stood outside Chen Fan's window and took in everything. It was Shishihua's Shikigami. While the two of them were satisfied, someone else was suffering terribly—Shishihua. She had never expected them to do that. Her entire body itched with discomfort as she tightly clamped her hands between her legs. Shishihua's face was flushed red. She could not exactly barge in, so she could only endure it alone while silently cursing Chen Fan in her heart. She had clearly known Chen Fan first, yet someone else had gotten there before her.
In a sense, Shishihua had the least resistance. As long as Chen Fan was a little more forceful, winning her over would be no problem at all. She had long known that Chen Fan did not belong to her alone. She herself had come later, so she had no right to criticize anyone else. She was simply a little unwilling to accept it.
Though she still wanted to keep watching, shame ultimately made Shishihua wave her hand and dismiss the Shikigami. If this continued, she would end up crying out herself.
The following afternoon, Chen Fan's group marched down the streets in grand fashion. There were simply too many of them—Chen Fan's younger sisters, Yohase Kanon, Astalut, Nangong Natsuki, Tsukishima Rin, Shitsuragi Motoki... around twenty people in all.
So many people had come to stroll through the Boroin Festival together. More importantly, aside from Chen Fan, Shitsuragi Motoki, and Akatsuki Kojo, nearly all of them were beautiful girls with eye-catching looks. Naturally, Chen Fan