I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Inspector Suzuki, who was about to speak, suddenly shut his mouth tightly.

However, Priest Ito, who seemed to have some mental issues, nodded directly and said, "Yes, we know each other. We even made plans to take a bubble bath together at noon."

"You want to take a bubble bath, right?" Kawashima Miki looked at Fujiwara Izaya's expression and suddenly became more gentle than ever before.

"Uh, it's just a meal and a chat, we didn't talk about taking a bubble bath..." Fujiwara Rinya felt a bit cold and hurriedly let go of her hand, beckoning the other two to walk towards the elevator, "There's a restaurant on the fifth floor, let's go up."

Kawashima Miki followed behind, holding flowers in both hands and sneering.

Chapter 105. Kawashima Miki Wants to Be Wall-Pinned.

The restaurant on the fifth floor of the Empress Hotel offers both Japanese and Western cuisine.

After exiting the elevator, turning left leads to a dimly lit corridor. Fujiwara Izaya walks into a private room on one side of the corridor. Inside the room is a long table that can seat six people, next to which is a bar with various drinks.

Kawashima Miki kicked off her two high heels, her feet encased in black stockings stepped onto the tatami mat, and sat down directly in the main seat. Then, she stared intently at Fujiwara Izaya, her brows furrowed with frost, as if he still owed tens of millions of yen.

Inspector Suzuki blinked, trying to figure out who this woman was.

She was about 1.67 meters tall, with a very slender figure and a round face, unadorned and elegant. She wore a light green, fitted sweater over a white shirt, and a black fitted suit skirt.

She was young, beautiful, and had the poise of a well-mannered fourth-year college student.

"You two can order..." Fujiwara Ryūya greeted the two of them, sat down next to Kawashima Miki, and took the opportunity to put his arm around her slender waist.

Feeling the hand on her waist, Kawashima Miki frowned and glanced at him without saying a word.

Priestess Ito, holding the menu, had just begun to tell the waiter what she wanted to order when she immediately said, "Two plates of boiled edamame, one plate of fries, and nothing else."

The voice was extremely harsh, and it even had a sharp, piercing quality.

"..."

The three men immediately shrank back, and no one objected.

"Mrs……"

Fujiwara Izaya's hand slid down her waist, trying to grasp her hand.

"..." Kawashima Miki pouted and slapped his hand away.

“The guests need to eat something…” Fujiwara Izaya continued to reach out his hand, “They helped me out today, after all.”

"Oh."

Kawashima Miki kept a straight face.

This time, she did not resist, but let Fujiwara Izaya hold her cold, boneless little hand.

"Thank you, Madam," Fujiwara Rinya whispered in her ear.

The scent of roses, the warmth of her palms… Kawashima Miki’s eyelids drooped, her breathing slightly disrupted. Glancing at the two men opposite her, she hesitated for a moment, then said to the waiter, “Bring a dozen ice-cold beers, and also give each of these two guests the most expensive single-person meal.”

"?"

Fujiwara Izaya was stunned.

"What about mine?" he asked, looking at Kawashima Miki.

Under the light, her slender, snow-white neck, revealed by her hair tied up, looked incredibly fragrant, soft, and delicious.

Kawashima Miki said with a stern face, "You eat air!"

She was genuinely angry.

Today, to soften the sharp lines of her face, she deliberately dyed her bangs a light brown, but the brat still hasn't noticed. And another thing… she cooked a huge meal at home, waiting for him to come home, and he actually invited someone over for a bubble bath! Unforgivable!

Fujiwara Izaya held her hand: "I'll explain when we get home..."

Just then, the waiter brought in beer and edamame fries.

Kawashima Miki pulled out a can of ice-cold beer, pulled the tab with one hand, and took a big gulp.

Seeing her expression, it seemed she didn't want to talk to him, so Fujiwara Izaya could only look at the edamame and greet the other two: "These edamame are very fresh, you should try some."

Poor henpecked husband… Inspector Suzuki looked at the little monk with sympathy, picked up a bean and stuffed it into his mouth, then turned to Priest Ito and said, “It’s good, better than what you buy in the supermarket.”

“I can’t eat.” Priest Ito shook his head dejectedly, drinking beer as he said, “I lost the election for priest, and I can’t eat anything, not even pickles.”

“No problem, no problem.” Inspector Suzuki clinked his beer with his.

"They said I have a bad image!"

"That's ridiculous!"

"Exactly, does being handsome ward off evil spirits?!"

“Uh…” Inspector Suzuki glanced at Izaya Fujiwara and thought to himself that it really was a good idea.

Priest Ito gulped down his beer and complained to Inspector Suzuki, "The old priest told me that the senior priest is not only the most outstanding priest among the younger generation, but also the face of the shrine, representing its image. He put it mildly, but didn't he mean I'm ugly? Mr. Suzuki, you be the judge, where am I ugly?!"

"Exactly!" Inspector Suzuki exclaimed indignantly. "Ito-sensei is just not obviously handsome!"

Fujiwara Izaya was about to offer a word of comfort when Kasahara Fukari suddenly called.

"Where are you?" she asked directly.

"In a private room on the fifth floor."

"I'll go upstairs to find you."

"Okay, just ask a waiter to show us the way."

Just as he put down his phone, Priest Ito suddenly looked up and stared at Fujiwara Izaya: "Master Fujiwara, may I come and seek refuge with you?"

"Uh……"

Fujiwara Izaya hesitated for a moment.

“I don’t want to see those vulgar people who judge by appearances anymore.” Priest Ito’s emotions suddenly surged. “Only the noble and virtuous Master Fujiwara is worthy of my following.”

I'm actually someone who judges by appearances too... Fujiwara Izaya took a sip of beer, thought for a moment, and replied, "I can't make that decision; you'll have to ask my wife."

Mrs?

The other two men both focused their attention on Kawashima Miki.

Kawashima Miki, who was still sulking, was inexplicably delighted, but she didn't immediately calm down. Instead, she pursed her lips, glanced at Fujiwara Izaya, and then turned her head to look at the other side without saying a word.

"A vain woman..." Fujiwara Izaya held her hand and placed it on the table for the other two to see: "She is the chief shrine maiden of Asakusa Shrine. She manages all the shrine's affairs, and I don't interfere."

“Mrs. Fujiwara, what do you think…” Priest Ito asked tentatively.

Kawashima Miki gave a nonchalant "hmm," turned around, and said calmly, "Let's talk about it later. The Asakusa Shrine headquarters is still under reconstruction and there are no plans to recruit staff. The branch is short-staffed. If Priest Ito is sincerely interested in joining, he can send me his resume."

"Thank you." Priest Ito stood up and bowed deeply.

Kawashima Miki nodded slightly.

Fujiwara Izaya watched her performance with a smile.

Frankly speaking, Kawashima Miki's business acumen is exactly what he desperately needs right now. No matter how beautifully a shrine is built, it can't run around showing itself to people; it still needs advertising to attract customers. How could the owner of the largest bubble bath shop in the country not have some skills?

"Congratulations, Priest Ito." Inspector Suzuki raised his beer and took a sip.

Then it was his turn to complain.

"Waaaah, I'm so pitiful! Master Fujiwara, please be my judge!"

"Please speak!"

Fujiwara Izaya was shelling edamame.

Seeing that Kawashima Miki slightly opened her mouth, he fed his wife a few pieces.

"Tell me, in terms of seniority and ability, in what way am I inferior to that woman who just graduated from university? Why was she parachuted in and immediately became the team leader, while I was just transferred to a lateral position!"

"team leader?"

Kawashima Miki raised an eyebrow with interest.

As a yokai, she was very interested in the personnel changes in Section 9 and urged Inspector Suzuki to continue with her eyes.

Let the inspector speak first. Since we're just killing time anyway, why not play with his feet... Fujiwara Izaya reached under the table and locked Kawashima Miki's two little feet, then quietly moved them onto his thighs.

Kawashima Miki's expression changed, and she hissed in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

"Let me massage it for you..." Fujiwara Izaya said without changing his expression, gently massaging her smooth, silky legs in stockings. Her legs were already long and beautiful, but the black stockings made their curves even more supple and graceful, long and sexy. Because she was sitting, the flesh on her legs was nicely gathered together, making her plump thighs feel particularly fleshy to the touch.

Perhaps it was because of the beer she had just drunk, but a blush crept onto Kawashima Miki's round face.

She struggled a few times but couldn't shake off Fujiwara Izaya's hand. After her expression changed for a moment, a sweet breath escaped her throat, and then her warm body leaned softly against him.

In the brightly lit private room, Inspector Suzuki was drinking and talking, while Priest Ito was listening attentively. Neither of them noticed the subtle intimacy under the table, nor did they notice that someone had appeared at the door at some point.

"Speaking of that captain, her name is Kasahara Fukari, her rank is police inspector, and she is twenty-four years old."

"So young and already a police superintendent, needless to say, her family must be extraordinary. She's the eldest daughter of Chairman Kasahara, tsk tsk... Waaah, I'm so envious... She became a police inspector right after graduating from university, while I only became a police inspector after ten years. She became a police superintendent a year after graduation, while I'm still a police inspector."

At this moment, Fujiwara Izaya, who was indulging in Kawashima Miki's legs, suddenly coughed twice.

People will die!

Mr. Suzuki, please shut up and stop talking!

However, Inspector Suzuki, deeply troubled by sadness and envy, lost his usual ability to read people's expressions.

"Speaking of Inspector Kasahara, he is truly capable. He graduated from the Faculty of Arts and Law at the University of Tokyo with excellent grades in all subjects. During his studies, he passed the bar exam, the diplomat exam, and the national civil service exam. In his third year, he was sent to study at Interpol and spent a year in Lyon, France. After graduation, he joined Section 9 and completed a three-level jump from police inspector to police superintendent within a year."

"That amazing?" Kawashima Miki recalled Kasahara Mieri with a look of longing.

"She's impressive, but she's a troublemaker." Inspector Suzuki took a big gulp of his drink and slammed his hand on the table. "In her first month in France, she slapped someone's head against a window after being verbally harassed by a superior, almost severing his carotid artery... In her first year in Section 9, she broke the ribs of three superiors, personally wrecked sixteen police cars, scared thirty-seven subordinates into resigning... and received a total of 26 billion yen in fines from the municipal government."

"So intense?" Fujiwara Rinya even forgot to rub Kawashima Miki's legs.

He suddenly let go halfway through the massage, what am I supposed to do...? Kawashima Miki glanced at him, her shoulders twitching unhappily. Then she took the initiative to reach out and gently tap his inner thigh, conveying with gestures something like, "This is a perk, you have to give it back to me later."

"Exactly!" Inspector Suzuki sighed. "Even though she cracked several cases within a year, Section 9 didn't know what to do with her, so they simply created a new investigation team and let her be the captain. Anyway, all the messes she makes in the future will have to be cleaned up by us. How should I put it... those she transferred here basically have no future and can only collect a salary and wait for retirement."

For a moment, Fujiwara Rin didn't know what to think.

After all, he was now working under Kasahara Fukari. Although getting ahead through Section 9 was not his life goal, the thought of starting his long police career under such a superior made him feel that his future was bleak.

"Anyway, I've already prepared my resignation letter." Inspector Suzuki pouted, sipping his beer. "That woman is practically a real-life Conan; wherever she goes, people die. I'd rather resign pathetically than die a glorious death. Oh, and by the way, I heard she's still a virgin. Doesn't she realize that with that kind of temper..."

Just then, the sound of high heels clicking on the wooden floor came from behind.