I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Yukino Riho turned her head, seemingly secretly observing his expression.

It would be a lie to say that she wasn't intimidated by Fujiwara Izaya's wicked tone.

"Sorry, sorry..." Fujiwara Izaya chuckled, apologizing repeatedly, then stood up and looked down at her delicate oval face. "At times like this, just saying two words is enough to shut the other person up. Do you know what they are, Yukino-san?"

"What is it?"

"Suki!"

"?"

Yukino Riho's expression was subtle, a mixture of surprise, unease, and confusion.

"Don't you understand?" Fujiwara Izaya chuckled and walked back into the house. "Stupid woman, you'll suffer a great loss if you keep this up!"

In the pavilion, Yukino Riho brushed aside the hair that was blocking her view with her fingertips, looked at his back, and smiled slightly.

If we suffer a great loss, then so be it; there's nothing we can do about it.

After all, she was just a snow woman without feelings, who didn't even know what love was.

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Once outside, Fujiwara Izaya stood in front of the vending machine, hesitating between 150 yen green tea and 120 yen cola, before finally choosing cola.

Pull the ring open.

He took a big gulp.

"Well--"

Happy water is so refreshing!

Holding an umbrella, I walked and drank.

The puddles on the road reflected the city's bright lights, water droplets on the windows of shops along the street shimmered with light, and the lights of the mixed-use buildings were exceptionally clear. Such a scene was intoxicating.

After entering Asakusabashi Station, I finished my Coke and threw the can into the trash can.

While waiting for the tram on the platform, raindrops dripped down my umbrella and soaked my trouser legs.

The yellow carriages of the Sobu Line tram slowed down and entered the station, packed with people.

Once inside the passenger compartment, even the metal rods next to the seats were covered in moisture. The air from the air conditioning vents carried the pungent smell of mothballs from the suits of the passengers next to me.

This is what rainy days are like.

Fujiwara Izaya didn't dislike him; on the contrary, he liked him quite a bit.

He has always been very sensitive to smells, and he was able to smell different scents of life on such a rainy day.

I got off at Shinjuku Station.

Fujiwara Izaya mingled in the crowd, looking up at the sky through the roof of the platform, which was cut into strips like louvers. The Yoyogi Radio Tower stood tall in the misty rain, much like a scene that would never be absent from Makoto Shinkai's animations.

I really want to fly for a while.

But he can't now; his two wives have invited him, and if he doesn't go, he'll be scolded.

Fujiwara Izaya walked out of Shinjuku Station from the south exit.

Listening to the sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella, he thought of two beautifully dressed ladies waiting for him, and suddenly he didn't want to fly anymore. Men really are fickle.

Passing through the misty, humid air, Fujiwara Rinya arrived at the Takashimaya (Shinjuku) shopping mall and stood at the entrance waiting.

The luxurious black Maybach slowly slowed down and stopped in front of the shopping mall.

Pedestrians, customers, shop assistants, and security guards all turned their gazes toward him, as did Fujiwara Izaya.

The car door opened, and a black patent leather high heel slowly emerged, followed by a beautifully curved calf and a rounded, delicate knee. As the heel touched the ground, the owner of this sexy leg stepped out.

Mrs. Kasahara, wearing black denim shorts and a loose baseball jacket, stepped out of the car. Her young and pretty face and stylish outfit made her look like a female college student who had just entered the workforce.

The other car door also opened.

Mrs. Hoshimi, wearing a short skirt and a long-sleeved T-shirt, stepped out and waved towards the mall entrance: "Sorry to keep you waiting, Fujiwara-kun."

Two ladies. One was elegant and refined, the other exquisitely beautiful.

Immediately afterwards, everyone saw a handsome and refined young man go forward to greet them. The beautiful and noble lady, the tall and handsome young man—the three of them standing there created the most romantic scene in the world.

"Aren't Asuka and Rinko here?"

“Himeko and I didn’t call them,” Mrs. Hoshimi replied.

Her voice was clear and melodious, like the rain falling outside.

"why?"

"Today is our date with our son-in-law, it would be too awkward to call our daughter," Kasahara said with a tender and gentle smile.

“That’s right.” Mrs. Hoshimi gently placed her hand on Fujiwara Izaya’s shoulder, her voice exceptionally clear. “Your task today is to serve our two mothers well and not to think about your daughter.”

The people coming and going suddenly looked at him strangely.

Many people thought to themselves: Is this what the circle of the rich is like? I'm so envious... no, it's so lewd...

"Asuka's going to get angry again if she hears that," Fujiwara Rin said, sounding exasperated.

“I don’t care,” Mrs. Kasahara said, her hands tucked into her pockets, raising one elbow slightly. “If you upset me today, I’ll tell Asuka that you tried to take liberties with her mother.”

No wonder my junior framed me the moment she appeared; it's hereditary... Fujiwara Izaya looked at her raised elbow and thought, "Does she think I have to hold your arm just because you tell me to? That would be so embarrassing."

The hand had just been extended.

Mrs. Hoshimi grabbed the arm first, looking at Fujiwara Izaya with displeasure: "Rinko is already a loser, why don't you care about Rinko's feelings?"

Before Fujiwara Izaya could even try to defend himself, Mrs. Kasahara immediately spoke up: "Rinko is destined to be the loser in front of Asuka." After saying that, she gave Fujiwara Izaya a sharp look, "You can't have a relationship with Rinko that goes beyond friendship behind Asuka's back."

Mrs. Hoshimi immediately retorted: "It's clearly Asuka who would have a relationship with Fujiwara that goes beyond friendship behind Rinko's back!"

Yeah.

Hoshimi-neechan is absolutely right.

And this isn't the first time. Please, please persuade your sister to take the initiative... Fujiwara Izaya bowed slightly and said with a smile, "Please, both of you sisters."

"Haha~"

The two ladies laughed cheerfully and, like best friends, linked arms as they entered the mall.

Following behind, Fujiwara Izaya watched their swaying hips and felt the noble charm that they exuded unintentionally in every gesture. He felt both enjoyment and conflict.

'Fujiwara-kun, hang in there! Those two might be your mothers-in-law!'

'No one is beyond redemption!'

What does it have to do with anything?

"Aren't we all family?"

An event was being held in the lobby area on the first floor, and many people were standing below the stage. The three of them didn't like being crowded there, so after discussing it for a while, the two ladies decided to go upstairs to buy yukatas.

Why buy a yukata?

"How can you go to a summer festival without wearing a yukata in the summer?"

"Oh……"

"I need to buy a swimsuit later."

"...I knew it!"

"Is Fujiwara-kun excited?" Mrs. Kasahara looked over with a smile.

"No, no, not at all!" Fujiwara Izaya quickly proved his innocence. "I have only respect for Chairman Kasahara, and I have absolutely no improper thoughts about him."

"What about me? What about me?" Mrs. Hoshimi came over like a little girl.

“Similarly, Chairman Hoshimi is also the person I respect most,” Fujiwara Izaya said with certainty. “My greatest strength is honesty; I never lie.”

"Haha~"

The two ladies laughed with captivating charm, their laughter echoing in the ears of passersby.

After selecting five yukatas at the yukata shop, the three went to the swimsuit shop. Fujiwara Izaya, who originally intended to follow them in, was stopped at the door by Mrs. Kasahara's arm.

"The time to show your respect has come!"

"Ok?"

"Go buy milk tea for the two older sisters."

“But…” Fujiwara Izaya looked at the various sexy swimsuits in the store, feeling unwilling.

"Could it be," Mrs. Kasahara leaned closer and whispered in his ear like an intimate girlfriend, "that you're planning to sneak into your sister's fitting room while she's trying on her swimsuit?"

It's no fun saying this out loud... Fujiwara Izaya blinked innocently.

"Let Fujiwara-kun come in," Mrs. Hoshimi said with a smile.

Fujiwara Rin looked at her again.

Hoshimi-nee's cool and refined young woman face was dazzling under the lights, she looked like an angel!

The next second, the angel said, "This is a good opportunity for Fujiwara-kun to evaluate whose body is better."

"...I'll go buy some drinks!"

Fujiwara Izaya turned around and ran as fast as he could.

"Haha~~"

The two ladies laughed again, their laughter ringing out in a cheerful and cheerful tone, completely disregarding any pretense of decorum.

Those who witness this scene would never imagine the immense strength and prestigious status hidden beneath their fashionable and youthful beauty.

When Fujiwara Izaya returned with three cups of milk tea, the two ladies were already resting on chairs in front of the swimwear store, carrying shopping bags.

"Please, ladies." Fujiwara Izaya handed the milk tea to the two women.

Then, the two ladies moved their bottoms in perfect unison, making room for him in the middle, and then, without prior arrangement, they used their habit to poke a small hole in the milk tea lid.

"Hmm, it's too sweet," Mrs. Kasahara said, frowning.

"I think it's fine." Mrs. Hoshimi said with a satisfied look.

"Eating too much sugar will cause belly fat!"