I have an unlimited number of shikigami

"Are they jealous?" Mrs. Kasahara asked happily.

Her legs were stretched out on the bench, less than 30 centimeters in front of Fujiwara Izaya, swaying gracefully like white porcelain.

"Maybe," Fujiwara Izaya said with a smile. "After all, Mrs. Hoshimi is so charming, Rinko and Asuka might feel threatened."

“Of course, I’m only nineteen this year.” Mrs. Hoshimi smiled smugly.

"How shameless..." Fujiwara Izaya thought to himself.

Admittedly, Mrs. Hoshimi is very young and beautiful, but she's at least thirty-eight or forty. However, because her skin is still very smooth and delicate, and she has a slender and well-proportioned figure, she looks no more than twenty-seven or twenty-eight. But no matter what, she can't possibly be only nineteen!

"I'm telling you, Fujiwara-kun!" Mrs. Kasahara stretched out her leg and rubbed her toes against Fujiwara Izaya's back. "Why do you only praise her and not me? Have you changed your mind? Am I no longer your favorite older sister?"

Is this interesting...? Fujiwara Izaya rolled his eyes at the chairman who looked thirty years old but whose mental age was probably less than fifteen.

However, Mrs. Kasahara's legs are truly beautiful. When she lifts them up, the taut lines of her buttocks are faintly visible under her hot pants, making them look like exquisite works of art.

“Let’s get back to our childhood conversation.” Mrs. Hoshimi pulled Fujiwara Izaya away from the bench. “Can you tell me about your family? According to the registration information, you grew up in a small town deep in the mountains of Nagano Prefecture, and your parents died after you entered junior high school. That’s quite pitiful.”

“It’s not that pitiful. The people in the town are very kind and warm-hearted. I’ve never been taken advantage of.” Fujiwara Izaya continued, “Aside from being poor and not being able to enjoy high-tech products, I feel just as happy as the kids in Tokyo.”

"How poor?" Mrs. Kasahara asked with innocent curiosity.

“Let me think—” Fujiwara Izaya pondered for a moment, “Communication is basically done by shouting, and security is basically done by dogs. Even thieves will shed tears and take out their valuables when they come.”

He didn't lie.

Communication relied on shouting: the father's shout could be heard by all the monsters in the tens of thousands of square kilometers of the Hida Mountains.

Security relies on dogs: also known as crow dogs.

The thief wept: "Forget about handing over the money, I'm lucky to even walk out alive."

Mrs. Hoshimi looked at Fujiwara Izaya with anticipation: "I want to visit Fujiwara's younger brother's house!"

“Take me to see it only, don’t take her,” Mrs. Kasahara said quickly.

Mrs. Hoshimi turned around and said, "You can't have Fujiwara-kun all to yourself."

"Hehe, it's your own fault for only letting him praise you and not me." Mrs. Kasahara shrugged, holding a grudge.

"You two are dreaming..." Fujiwara Izaya thought to himself as he ate a piece of melon. "Unless you become one of our own, how could I dare to bring you two chairpersons home?"

"Where is your father?" Mrs. Kasahara held up her empty glass to him.

“Father, you are a mountain.” Fujiwara Izaya poured her a full glass of soda and added two slices of lemon.

Mrs. Kasahara shook her glass at him: "A very apt metaphor."

“That guy, he was such a childish brat who never grew up,” Fujiwara Izaya recalled of his father’s appearance and his outrageous antics. “When I was three, our family went on a trip, and he thought I was in the way, so he left me at a rest stop and drove off with my mother. He even put a toy in the child seat to fool my mother into thinking I was asleep. And every time he bought a toy, he would lie to my mother and say he wanted to play with it, but actually it was always his own idea. He wouldn’t let me touch it after buying it… Oh, and can you imagine how shameless a middle-aged man who likes to collect Sailor Moon figures can be? Every time guests came over, my father would say it was what I liked, and when I protested, he would bully me…”

"No advantages?" Mrs. Hoshimi asked.

“Yes, there are many more. The most obvious one is… being afraid of his wife,” Fujiwara Izaya said. “And he has good knees, so kneeling on durians doesn’t hurt.”

Hoshimi Rinko covered her mouth with her hand and smiled beautifully.

"Is this funny?" Kasahara Asuka stared at her wide-eyed.

“That’s ridiculous!” Hoshimi Rinko paused, then continued, “Besides, I’ve known about these things for half a year now; you just came later.”

"Don't be so curious about my family affairs!" Kasahara Asuka retorted with a cold laugh.

"You're shameless!" Hoshimi Rinko retorted sharply.

The two ladies each looked at their daughters, then exchanged glances.

"We shouldn't act like children."

"Yes, yes, how about this, I'll take Fujiwara-kun's lower body, and you can have his upper body."

"That's not fair. It should be cut in half, one half for each person."

The children were arguing, the adults were discussing dismemberment methods, a flock of white seagulls flew from east to west, and Fujiwara Izaya sighed, thinking that this was truly a peaceful and loving world.

Four o'clock in the afternoon.

The summer sky was still bright and clear, but the intensity of the sunlight had somewhat subsided.

The three women put on weighted sandbags and began running back and forth on the beach.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" Fujiwara Izaya, holding a pointer, followed behind Mrs. Hoshimi.

"Huff, huff..." Mrs. Hoshimi was panting heavily, the twenty kilograms of weight pressing down on her body, making her very uncomfortable.

Snapped!

Fujiwara Izaya gently tapped her shoulder with his pointer.

"Aiyou~"

"Don't forget, you have to run twice as much as Rinko and Asuka!"

Why are you only staring at me?

"Because you're an adult!"

"I think you're just using this as an excuse to get revenge!"

"You're right, my dear wife."

The little horse, holding a whip, pressed closer and closer to the large carriage.

If the truck slows down even slightly, it will crash into it and run it over.

As the sun began to set, the western sky started to glow with the colors of sunset. Mrs. Hoshimi, having finished running 3,000 meters, collapsed heavily onto the beach as if relieved, feeling utterly exhausted and with swollen legs.

The soaked sweatshirt clung to my chest like a wet jelly.

"We're about to see her underwear!" Mrs. Kasahara said gleefully.

Mrs. Hoshimi subconsciously looked down.

Wearing a thick weighted vest, you can't see anything!

The two girls next to them were also too tired to stand up, panting with their tongues hanging out like little dogs.

"Have some water, now it's time for squats." Fujiwara Izaya handed each of the three a sports drink.

"Hoo~" Hoshimi Rinko didn't care about elegance at this moment. She wiped her sweat with her sleeve and tilted her head back to drink water.

Asuka Kasahara was even worse.

Too lazy to even move her hands, she simply lay sprawled on the beach, mouth open towards the sky: "Ah~"

Fujiwara Izaya squatted down, fed her some water in small sips, and wiped her sweat.

"Keep going, Xiangxiang!" Mrs. Kasahara looked at her youngest daughter's almost exhausted expression, feeling both heartache and relief. "Hang in there, Mom will give you a massage when you take a bath tonight."

“I brought a special essential oil,” Fujiwara Izaya said mysteriously. “It’s especially effective for massaging after all the muscles in your body have been working out. You can use it tonight.”

Mrs. Hoshimi turned her head weakly and glanced at her daughter: "Give Mom a massage tonight."

"..." Hoshimi Rinko neither nodded nor refused, but simply closed her eyes to recover her strength.

Mrs. Kasahara immediately jumped off the recliner, did ten squats in quick succession, and then collapsed to the ground with a thud: "Ah, so tired, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to die! I need Fujiwara-kun to give me an oil massage so I can get up—"

"Shameless!" Mrs. Hoshimi used her last bit of strength to get up, ready to fight her to the death.

"I'll go and prepare the warm water first!" Mrs. Kasahara nimbly got up and, before walking back to the dojo, didn't forget to throw Fujiwara Izaya a seductive wink.

Fujiwara Izaya resisted the temptation and firmly said, "You two mothers and daughters massaging each other, don't even think about tempting me!"

After a ten-minute rest, the three women were forced to exercise again.

The sun slowly formed an arc and sank behind the distant mountains.

As night fell, the waves gently washed over the beach, and stars began to twinkle in the sky. The fresh scent of the sea enveloped the entire dojo, and soft yellow lights shone from the windows. The sweet aroma of Mrs. Kasahara's cream soup wafted through the air.

Two kilometers from the dojo, on the beach, stands a lighthouse that emits an orange beam of light.

A white table and chairs were set up on the seawall, caressed by the sea breeze. Kasahara Fukaeri walked over from a distance and saw Natsuki Kuriko sitting gracefully in the plastic chair, gazing at the twinkling stars and the lighthouse's glow in the night sky. Her illuminated profile revealed a confidence and composure that remained unmoved no matter what happened.

"Are you just going to stay here and keep watch?" Kasahara Fukari asked as she walked over.

"Of course, let the little one be happy for a few more days!"

Xia Xili answered while gazing at the starry sky, as if talking to the stars.

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind swept in from the sea, carrying away her voice.

Facing the sea breeze, Kasahara Fukaeri's expression turned serious: "I brought the essential oil you wanted. But before you use it, let me remind you, it's for enhancing the physical functions of yokai. The human body is very fragile, so it needs to be diluted before use, otherwise you won't be able to bear the pain."

"The air is so fresh."

Xia Xili let the sea breeze caress her hair and took a deep breath.

Silently gazing up at the night sky, Kasahara Fukari murmured to herself, "I don't understand your thoughts..."

“Humans are so complex, aren’t they? You haven’t even grasped enough of the emotions you need to understand.” Xia Xili lay there calmly and languidly, the lighthouse radiating light in the darkness. She stared at the lighthouse for a while, then got up from the deck chair and pulled Kasahara Fukaeri towards the house by the seawall.

Kasahara Mieri struggled for a moment, but couldn't shake off her hand.

"We're both stunning beauties, why are you so nervous?" Xia Xili turned around and teased her, then playfully flicked her thigh with her finger. "Besides, maybe it won't be long before you're won over by my little devil."

"..."

Kasahara Fukari followed her into the house without saying a word.

This is a fisherman's hut.

Several canna lilies grew in front of the house, and the house's exterior walls were white, making it quite beautiful.

But it's too close to the sea; there's always the smell of the tide, the wind, the sound of waves, and the smell of fish all around...

"Give me a massage."

"Eh?"

"Why are you so surprised for so long?"

"This wasn't in the plan!"

“It was added at the last minute, and besides…” Xia Xili pushed open the door, “As your boss, Ms. Fuka Eri wouldn’t want me to ask your subordinates to give me a full-body massage, right?”

“I…” Kasahara Fukari looked conflicted.

After a while, she said, "I don't mind."