I have an unlimited number of shikigami

With the mindset that it's okay to indulge in fantasies a little since it's all just wishful thinking, Fujiwara Izaya hugged Kasahara Mieri and gently kissed her cheek.

Outside of the hallucination, Kasahara Fukari's body suddenly went limp and she leaned in, then was embraced, naturally feeling the touch of a kiss on her face.

The weight of reality crashes against the illusion.

Fujiwara Izaya saw the brilliant moonlight streaming down through the gaps in the clouds.

The pine forest, the stream, the mountains, the sea... all were illuminated and sparkled. Wherever the moonlight reached, cracks spread, and the entire illusion crumbled.

After regaining his senses, Fujiwara Izaya was stunned for a moment.

Is it not a hallucination?

How come Kasahara Mieri is actually being held by him?

However, there was no time to think about this at the moment. He slightly opened his eyes and glanced at Lady Tanimura beside him. At the same time, he saw Lady Shizuka swallowing Huang Songyu pills one by one.

This person looks so familiar!

I've seen the name Jingxia somewhere before...

Fujiwara Izaya gently embraced Kasahara Fukari, who obediently curled up in his arms. She seemed not to have woken up yet, her rapid breaths coming from her slightly parted red lips, carrying the scent of red leaves. The touch of her soft skin and her hot panting were more alluring than ever before.

Held in his arms, Kasahara Fukarei slept sweetly, seemingly lost in a blissful dream. In her sleep, she didn't appear cold or heartless; instead, she seemed more like a sentimental twenty-five-year-old woman. The clock had passed 4 o'clock, and all was quiet except for the sound of Lady Shizuka swallowing yellow pine jade.

Fujiwara Izaya's gaze lingered on Shizuka.

After swallowing all the yellow jade, Lady Jingxia took out a light purple handkerchief to wipe her lips, then stood up and walked towards the door.

"Lady Jingxia, what should we do with these two?"

"Kill him! Afterwards, find a way to escape on your own. If you can't escape, find a way to keep the secret."

"understand!"

Jingxia walked out of the room, and Fujiwara Rin did not follow her.

From the moment she took out the light purple handkerchief, a photo flashed into his mind—a woman in light purple lace lingerie at the Oasis Couples' Tea House, with the name [Jingxia] written on the caption.

So it was her... Fujiwara Rin didn't move. Compared to the 3806 grams of yellow jade, catching the big fish behind the scenes was more important. He didn't want to alert the enemy now.

But Kasahara Fukaeri, who was in his arms, stirred.

"No, no," she frowned, twisting her body from side to side, "Fujiwara, no, you can't kiss me..."

"Huh?" Fujiwara Izaya was stunned.

Does such a cool and aloof woman also have those kinds of fantasies?

He lowered his head, his gaze fixed on the masked face of Kasahara Fukaeri.

As sunlight streamed through the window and fell onto the mask, golden dust shimmered in her vision, like snowflakes falling from an avalanche at sunset. The fine downy hairs on the edges of the mask and her cheeks also sparkled.

As he looked at it, Fujiwara Izaya thought that this mask was probably the kind that made people want to have sex with it.

The fox spirit was used to seduce him, while the one used to seduce Kasahara Fukae was probably him... But you can't blame Mrs. Tanimura, after all, he was so perfect in appearance that he was the perfect person to seduce her.

"Ah, when did these two get into an embrace..." Mrs. Tanimura looked surprised, observed the two for a moment, and sighed, "The previous Buddha is gone, the next Buddha has not yet arrived, and it comes in a dream. What should we take as reality? Unintentionally, I have been subjected to a body that is too heavy to bear..."

"You fox demon actually understand Buddhism?" Fujiwara Izaya opened his eyes with a smile.

In an instant, Mrs. Tanimura's eyes froze.

Like a frozen lake, not a ripple was stirred.

"Don't even think about running away, unless you want to see my cruel side," Fujiwara Rinya said gently to her.

Knowing her fate, Mrs. Tanimura smiled sadly.

Fujiwara Izaya reached out and touched the mask on Kasahara Fukaeri's face, intending to remove it.

But just as she touched the mask, Kasahara Fukari suddenly lifted her waist and wrapped her arms around Fujiwara Izaya's neck. The two bodies fell to the ground, pressed tightly together, her heart pounding wildly.

A vibrant and alluring waist, soft and supple breasts, are clearly conveyed through touch.

"Hey, don't test my willpower!" Fujiwara Izaya said with a headache.

The two had never been so intimate before. Kasahara Fukari was clearly out of her mind, her sweaty body emanating a pungent, sweet fragrance. After embracing for a moment, Fujiwara Izaya sighed softly and turned to ask Mrs. Tanimura, "What's the story behind this mask?"

Mrs. Tanimura hesitated for a moment before replying, "The fox demon's power remains on it, which can produce a powerful hallucinogenic effect, arousing the primal desires in the hearts of all living beings."

"The power of a fox demon depends on how strong it is. Your fox clan's leader is Tamamo-no-Mae..." Fujiwara Izaya hugged Kasahara Mieri's waist and thought for a few seconds. "The Sessho-seki that seals Tamamo-no-Mae is in Tochigi Prefecture. You are also a fox demon from Tochigi Prefecture. Could it be that you are plotting to rescue her?"

"I don't know, and it's no use asking me. I'm sealed with a gag." Mrs. Tanimura smiled sadly. "You can't possibly get anything out of me. Please just give me a straight answer."

"Alright, interrogating you isn't my job, and pleading with me won't help."

Upon hearing another gag, Fujiwara Izaya lost his motivation to talk and focused all his attention on Kasahara Mieri.

After embracing the person in real life, Kasahara Fukari's heart pounded like a drum, her whole body burning hot and writhing restlessly. Her sensual lips parted slightly, as if searching for something, or as if she had something to say.

Despite wanting to know what she encountered in the illusion, Fujiwara Izaya still had to untie the ribbons of his mask.

"Um--"

His delicate brows furrowed in dissatisfaction.

Then, as she relaxed and her face flushed, the aloof policewoman slowly opened her eyes.

Perhaps unable to immediately distinguish reality from her surroundings, she lowered her head and pressed it against Fujiwara Izaya's chest, breathing softly. Through his clothes, the boy's muscular physique and strong heartbeat were clearer than before, and even the slight, subtle smell of sweat seemed more pleasant.

"The whole world feels much brighter now..." Kasahara Fukari muttered lazily.

At this moment, she still felt a sense of ethereal detachment from her body, as if all the scenery before her was imbued with a lyrical beauty, and she longed to lie on him and take a nap...

"Get up." Fujiwara Izaya suppressed a laugh.

"Ok?"

Kasahara Fukaeri's heart skipped a beat.

Her heart rate, which had just calmed down, suddenly spiked again. This was the first time she had ever hugged a man... and she could feel Fujiwara Izaya's hand soothing her head, making her feel like a silly little girl.

Almost instinctively, Kasahara Fukaeri suddenly straightened up and punched him hard in the stomach.

"boom!"

Fujiwara Izaya's entire body sank deep into the wooden floor.

Amidst the swirling dust and sawdust, Kasahara Fukari, her face cold, dashed out the door in a puff of smoke.

Luckily I'm in good health, otherwise you would be murdering your brother-in-law... Fujiwara Izaya broke free from the broken pieces of the wooden floor and crawled out towards Kasahara Fukari, who was meditating in the corridor.

"What happened?"

The vigilant monks and the Ninth Division detectives rushed over.

Fujiwara Izaya briefly explained the situation and ordered Section 9 to take Mrs. Tanimura away. Kasahara Fukari didn't want to stay any longer and left with Section 9; her long orange hair stood out vividly in the bright sunlight.

“There’s another very important clue to this matter,” Fujiwara Rinya called out from behind her. “Don’t rush off these days. Enjoy your vacation here. I’ll tell you the details when we get back to Tokyo.”

Kasahara Fukari remained silent and walked away without looking back. Even without Fujiwara Izaya saying anything, he completely understood her meaning—no problem.

Chapter 134. Six women gathered together

August 12, calm and peaceful.

The air was crystal clear, and the wisps of clouds were so beautiful and white, as if drawn with a brush. The two ladies got up early to go to town to oversee the post-renovation work on the ancient temple. After getting up, Fujiwara Izaya sent a message to the crows, asking them to send a few crows to keep an eye on the woman named Shizuka, and then, as usual, practiced shoemaking according to the shoemaking textbook.

The sun shone brightly on the beach, and a few crows arrived, beginning their noisy morning activity in the courtyard. In the morning light, their jet-black plumage didn't seem menacing; they were simply well-used, rustic Buddhist implements.

"Ah~ Good morning, senior."

Kasahara Asuka, with her long hair loose, walked over yawning, wearing short-sleeved pajamas.

The morning light shone through her orange hair, making her already fair skin appear even more radiant and translucent.

"Are you hungry?" Fujiwara Izaya asked, looking up.

"Not yet," Kasahara Asuka replied lazily, and sat down next to him.

"I'll make you breakfast later." After saying that, Fujiwara Rinya used bird-beak pliers to stretch the leather of the shoe upper towards the bottom, and then used a special needle to fix it in place.

This step is called "stretching," which involves stretching the leather of the shoe upper to the joint between the upper and the sole, allowing the sole to fit together with the upper part of the shoe. He's a novice in shoemaking and is currently in the learning phase.

Kasahara Asuka watched for a while and then got bored.

"Senior, come play with me~" She pouted and bumped her head against Fujiwara Izaya's shoulder repeatedly.

"Wait a little longer." Fujiwara Izaya took out one hand and patted her head like he was petting a puppy.

Kasahara Asuka hugged his arm and grinned as she leaned in for a kiss: "Asuka wants a kiss."

To be honest, the junior's breasts were indeed beautifully shaped and felt amazing. In Fujiwara Izaya's opinion, they were perfect breasts without any fillers, and were very attractive from an aesthetic point of view alone.

Fujiwara Izaya put down his tools and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Hurry up, before you get up, senior." Kasahara Asuka's soft little mouth came close to hers.

"No!" Fujiwara Izaya covered her lips.

"Ah, I won't get up unless you kiss Asuka." Kasahara Asuka acted like a child, burying her forehead in his shoulder.

From this action, Fujiwara Izaya sensed her longing.

Holding a beautiful young woman in the bright morning light is a truly delightful experience. She wore a nightgown with delicate and elegant patterns, and her smooth legs were visible beneath her short pajama bottoms, a truly pleasing sight. The sunlight streaming into the room shifted slightly, making all her exposed skin shimmer and glow.

"You little bitch." Fujiwara Izaya's hot breath hit her skin.

"What?" Kasahara Asuka looked up.

"I'll get my hands on you someday."

"How about now?"

“No, you need to train me for a while longer.” Fujiwara Izaya rubbed his face against the top of her head. “However, I won’t let you off the hook. I hope you won’t be scared of me in the future.”

Judging from her senior's actions, Asuka Kasahara could also sense that he thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of being held.

"Hehe~" she chuckled mischievously, blinking her eyes. "Boys usually have more energy in the morning, so would you like to exercise with your senior, junior?"

"Need not!"

"The junior brought some materials."

"dont see."