I have an unlimited number of shikigami

"Haha, as expected, I knew you would answer like that..." Xia Xili laughed heartily.

Her queen-like appearance and demeanor drew the attention of people waiting at the red light, but she paid no attention to their stares and continued to whisper intimately to Fujiwara Izaya.

"You're still sticking to your three no's principle, aren't you?"

"..."

Fujiwara Izaya's face turned slightly red.

Ladies and gentlemen, please don't misunderstand. These three principles don't refer to being passive, refusing, or irresponsible. Rather, they refer to three more fundamental principles: not owning, not creating, and not demanding.

To say that one does not possess something means to say that one does not possess hope.

If you approach relationships with the mindset that you'll eventually break up with your partner, you'll never lose out or panic.

"Not creating" means that when you are together, you should never actively create opportunities to communicate your inner thoughts, and you should always keep your inner secrets from your partner.

It's easier to understand if you don't require it.

You should not make any demands on your partner, and your partner should not make any demands on you either.

This is an advanced version of the "Three No's Principles for Scumbags," created by Fujiwara Izaya. He taught it to Natsuki Rin, and then... Natsuki Rin modified it into the "Three No's Principles for Scumbag Women," which she then used on him instead.

The current Xia Xili has completely given up hope on him, has no emotional connection with him, and makes no demands on him. She simply stands where he can see her, swaying and shining. If he moves a little further away, she will automatically come closer; if he gets too close, she will suddenly flee to another place.

Anyway, she grasped the essence of the saying, "What you can't have always seems more desirable."

But that's not bad.

In Fujiwara Izaya's view, his aunt was the kind of woman with a strong personality and vitality.

In the end, either he eats or he is eaten; the result is the same regardless of who gains the upper hand in the relationship.

As the car drove by, Xia Xili moved a little further away from him, tightened her grip on his hand, and smiled charmingly, "I've admired you since I was little. If possible, I'd like to always be a silly little girl in front of you."

After saying that, the red light turned green, and she let go of Fujiwara Izaya's hand and ran forward to Kasahara Fukaeri's side.

"Eri, let's go buy some clothes."

“Sure,” Kasahara Fukaeri replied.

“That’s how it should be,” Xia Xili said with a cheerful laugh. “By the way, are you interested in the handcuff game?”

“I think probably not.” Kasahara Fukaeri shook her head.

Handcuff game?

What was that? She had never even heard of it before.

"Oh. That's a pity," Xia Xili said regretfully, then asked, "Are there handcuffs on you?"

"No."

"What a disappointment. Remember to bring it next time."

Following behind the three women, Fujiwara Izaya stared blankly at the two earrings lying in his palm.

These are matching couple earrings, each with a cat head sticker, about half the size of a fingernail. The man's earring is a bow tie cat, and the woman's is a bow tie cat; they look very cute.

Ugh……

I can no longer figure out what this woman is thinking.

Fujiwara Izaya put his hands in his pockets, looked up at the treetops, and sighed.

The eastern sky was azure, the western sky a crimson, and a magnificent sunset hung over the mountains and hillsides. It was a Saturday evening in late June.

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Walking forward, past a cluster of new apartments, houses, and restaurants, Xia Xili led the group into a women's lingerie store.

The lingerie store thoughtfully set up a men's rest area in the counter area. A group of men who came out with their wives or girlfriends were waiting there bored. There were Brown Bear clothes and headgear on the ground, which meant that the store staff had probably gone to slack off.

However, Fujiwara Izaya, who was walking in that direction, was grabbed by Natsuki Ruri.

"Come over and give me some advice!" she said matter-of-factly.

Fujiwara Izaya said with a headache, "I'll be seen as a pervert."

"Hey, you!" Xia Xili glanced casually at a female customer and asked, "Does he look like a pervert to you?"

The other person looked up, their gaze sweeping over his long legs, muscular chest, and sexy lips. They swallowed hard and said, "Even if he's a pervert, being this handsome can be forgiven."

Fine!

An impeccable reason.

Fujiwara Izaya followed behind the three women, his head lowered, not daring to raise it.

Cotton, real-vision, bamboo charcoal fiber, modal cotton; 3/4 cup, full cup, 1/2 cup, triangle cup; regular style, strapless, front clasp/beautiful back, sexy center opening... there are so many, it's dazzling.

Fujiwara Izaya has always been a studious child.

After overcoming the initial awkwardness, he began to think about which material would be more comfortable, which cup shape would accentuate his bust, and which style would be more alluring. However, no matter how much he thought about it, it was all just wishful thinking. As a meticulous person, he believed that someone should put it into practice before drawing a final conclusion.

"Eri, would you like to try this one?"

"The strapless style isn't breathable."

Which one do you prefer?

"I usually wear backless styles."

"Come on, compare them, how about mine..."

Fujiwara Izaya looked up and saw Natsuki Kurima holding up a black bra with straps on herself. Her figure was already excellent, like a sexy woman from a manga, and for a moment most of the customers in the store turned to look at her.

"Isn't it a bit too small?" Kasahara Fukari asked.

"Excuse me," Xia Xili called out to the shop assistant next to her, "Could you please bring two sets of this style, D cup? We want to try it on."

D?

All the women in the store looked on with envy.

The group of guests who were originally talking loudly nearby became more subdued.

Holding the lingerie handed to her by the shop assistant, Natsuki gave Fujiwara Izaya a knowing look, then grabbed Kasahara Mieri's wrist and said, "Let's go try it on together, so we can compare our figures."

Before Kasahara Fukaeri could object, she was dragged away by her.

Behind her, Kasahara Asuka, with her small face, stared at Natsuki Ruri's back, racking her brains to figure out how to defeat him and let her senior know that she, Asuka, was the best woman in the world!

"Asuka."

"Ok?"

Kasahara Asuka turned her head to look at him, the light reflecting off her long orange-red hair.

"Don't forget about this." Fujiwara Izaya stretched out his hand, the light reflecting off the two earrings in his palm.

"What is this?" Kasahara Asuka blinked suspiciously.

"It's a gift from Chestnut." Fujiwara Izaya walked up to her and spoke calmly, "The relationship between her and me is complicated. The title of 'fiancée' is a form of protection for me. Of course, what she says is only half true. It depends on how smart you are to discern the truth."

A moment of silence.

Kasahara Asuka looked up: "Help Asuka put it on."

“No problem.” Fujiwara Izaya smiled, tucked her right ear hair behind her ear, found the ear piercing on her soft earlobe, and gently threaded the earring through.

Stepping back and taking a closer look, he smiled and clapped, saying, "Asuka is the cutest sixteen-year-old beauty!"

"Of course!" Asuka Kasahara puffed out her chest proudly and chuckled twice.

Her expression returned to its lively state, ah...so cute...I feel like I'm being healed...but soon her eyes gleamed strangely as she excitedly stared at Fujiwara Izaya: "Senpai, why aren't you wearing it?"

"Help me put it on." Fujiwara Izaya handed her the earring.

Kasahara Asuka stood on tiptoe, searched his left ear for a while, and pouted: "No ear piercing."

"Just stick it in!" Fujiwara Rin said nonchalantly.

"It will hurt."

"Consider it the consequence of making Asuka angry."

“That makes sense! Use the earring first, then the knife.”

Kasahara Asuka's face immediately lit up with a smile.

Why does she look so excited? Is she really planning to stab me...? Fujiwara Izaya felt a chill run down his spine, and as his body relaxed, he felt a slight pain in his ear.

Then, Kasahara Asuka put her feet down, her bright eyes gazing into Fujiwara Izaya's clear eyes: "Let's forgive you for now, senpai. We'll settle this score during the training camp."

"Are you satisfied now?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.

"Uh-huh."

Kasahara Asuka nodded, grabbed a piece of underwear, and walked into the fitting room without looking back.

Judging from her appearance, it's obvious that she still has a lot of anger left to vent.

Fujiwara Izaya wandered around for a while, feeling awkward being alone, so he strolled over to the fitting room area. Unsurprisingly, an arm reached out from one of the half-open doors and pulled him inside.

"Um?!"

Before Kasahara Mieri could react, a man appeared in front of her.

How come she's here too... Fujiwara Izaya felt a chill run down his spine.

Kasahara Fukari, who was only halfway through trying on the clothes and whose hands were buttoning the buttons behind her back, instinctively pulled her hands back to cover her chest, and her second instinct was to open her mouth and exclaim, "Ah—"

The moment the words were uttered, Fujiwara Izaya rushed forward, covering her mouth with one hand and wrapping his other arm around her waist to keep her from losing her balance.

In the cramped locker room, the two stared at each other.

"Aren't you surprised?" Xia Xili took out her phone and pointed it at the two of them: "Come on, look at the camera and smile."

that's it.

This extremely ambiguous photo was taken.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Fujiwara Izaya roared in a low voice.

Xia Xili's smile remained unchanged as she looked at the two embracing each other like a matchmaker: "I'm helping you out, otherwise, with Fuka Eri's personality, it would be too difficult for you to win her over."

"...When did I say I was going to try to win her over?!" Fujiwara Izaya said with a wry smile.