I have an unlimited number of shikigami

As I looked at it, the udon noodles in my hand lost all their flavor.

Kawashima Miki lost her appetite, paid the bill, and left the Furukawa Kaikan.

From the day Fujiwara Izaya went to Nan'indou, she had only two things to do during the day: in the morning, she supervised the construction progress at Asakusa Shrine, and in the afternoon, she inquired about the acquisition of Huangsong Yushi at Furukawa Kaikan. In the evening, she also had two things to do: manage the operation of the Empress's Bubble Bath and take care of the two silly youkai in her house.

She was busy every day, but she felt happier than ever before.

I'd be even happier if Izaya Fujiwara were by my side every day.

Stepping out of the Furukawa Kaikan, the midsummer sun shone brightly, bathing the streets in a white light, causing Kawashima Miki to involuntarily squint. The asphalt road reflected the intense heat, and the cicadas' chirping swept over her like a tsunami.

Looking up, the sky was a clear, deep blue, without a single cloud.

"It's so hot..."

Kawashima Miki took out a wet wipe and stuck it to her face, then moved to the shade of a tree to avoid being exposed to the sun.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, dappling the asphalt like scattered silver coins, the sharply defined shadows contrasting with the fragmented light. Kawashima Miki noticed numerous promotional posters for the Sumida River Fireworks Festival plastered on the walls of roadside shops and utility poles. It suddenly dawned on her that it was summer festival season, with nearly ten events in Tokyo alone. Besides the Sumida River Fireworks Festival, the Jingu Gaien Fireworks Festival was another large-scale event.

what--

Where are you, you bastard?

Kawashima Miki suddenly felt that this summer was incredibly boring.

If Fujiwara Izaya were here, she could wear a beautiful yukata, watch the fireworks with him, and spend the night with him. And given his lecherous nature, he would definitely satisfy her, both physically and emotionally.

Not being able to watch fireworks together in the summer will always leave a lingering sense of regret.

If I could see him right now, I would immediately hug him and kiss him passionately, shouting, "I want to take everything from you, no matter what!"... Are these dream images enough to become reality?

If it could truly come true, it would be a "Midsummer Night's Dream".

Kawashima Miki fell into a fantasy.

Suddenly, my phone rang; it was an unfamiliar number.

"Hey, what's up?" Her tone was very perfunctory.

"Fujiwara Izaya has hooked up with a fox woman!"

"What--"

"He's going to watch fireworks with the fox spirit tonight, leaving you all alone in your room!"

"Who are you?" Kawashima Miki forced herself to calm down.

“I am his aunt. Come to Nanyindou tonight, and I will take you to confront him.”

A moment later, Kawashima Miki received a photo on her phone: a woman with short hair, delicate and charming features, and a pair of fluffy fox ears on her head.

As a yokai, Kawashima Miki instantly believed her aunt's words.

She could sense the fox woman's seductive scent even through the screen; it was the unique alluring beauty of the fox demon clan, something other demons couldn't imitate.

OK!

You, Fujiwara Izaya!

Don't you have any enchantresses in your house?

The seductress at home won't give it to you!

You actually went to find a wild enchantress—Kawashima Miki's dignified oval face was instantly covered with frost.

The Empress is angry.

The kind that can't be coaxed.

Back in Yoshiwara, Kawashima Miki found a campervan and crammed the two little monsters into it. Tonight, she was going to let these two idiots see with their own eyes how their scumbag master died.

Chapter 138. The Under-the-Table Struggle and Time Management

"boom--"

A long, sharp sound ripped through the air, followed by a dazzling burst of enormous fireworks.

Against the backdrop of the dark night sky, colorful lights burst forth, and tourists browsing the stalls looked up, cheering. Even those in the VIP section, enjoying horse meat hotpot, looked up as well.

The flames illuminated the ground, casting ethereal and beautiful shadows, and Mrs. Kasahara's face, gazing up at the night sky, was also illuminated.

“There’s one haiku about fireworks that I particularly like,” she said softly.

"Teach me." Mrs. Hoshimi had drunk some wine, and her cheeks were flushed, like a shy young girl.

“It’s a female poet named Nakatomi Fumiko,” Mrs. Kasahara said with a smirk, giving Fujiwara Izaya a flirtatious look. “Would young master Fujiwara like to hear it?”

Fujiwara Izaya nodded.

In the orange firelight, the lady's hair shimmered like golden threads.

"The deafening roar of the fireworks in the night sky, bursting forth in bursts, has captivated my soul and body." Mrs. Kasahara reached out and grasped his arm, gently shaking it. "It is said that this poetess, too, had a husband, yet she fell in love with a young man..."

"It's so beautiful," Mrs. Hoshimi exclaimed.

Perhaps a little drunk, she probably couldn't hear what her best friend was saying, clapping her hands and exclaiming, "On the night of fireworks, she was loved by a man and melted away with the fireworks..."

“I also hope that young master Fujiwara will do that.” Mrs. Kasahara pulled her hand.

“Of course, I will take away your whole body and soul.” Fujiwara Rinya shifted his position with the movement.

It was a rectangular table, and two pairs of mothers and daughters were sitting facing each other. Fujiwara Izaya was originally sitting alone, but Mrs. Kasahara pulled him to sit next to her, facing Mrs. Hoshimi.

In an instant, the other three women all looked over.

"Senior!" Kasahara Asuka puffed out her cheeks. "You should come sit here with Asuka."

“No! You all heard that, didn’t you?” Fujiwara Izaya firmly refused, saying to the other three women who were about to attack, “My entire spirit and flesh have been taken by you—what she meant by that is that she’s calling me a monster! I must sit here and teach her a lesson!”

"Hmm?" Mrs. Kasahara threatened him with a half-smile, then continued watching the fireworks.

In the sky, fireworks shaped like willow trees shimmered, their golden branches cascading down like graceful lines. Mrs. Kasahara looked up at the fireworks, her expression a wistful longing, as if she were reminiscing about something. Her classic hair was styled in a bun, and her profile, illuminated by the fireworks, was as delicate as a newly opened lily.

Moments later, the fireworks ended, and the sky returned to darkness.

Mrs. Kasahara turned her gaze back, her eyes smiling as she looked at Fujiwara Izaya.

Her previously somewhat melancholy expression suddenly transformed into one of captivating charm, and her legs stretched out from under the table.

"Let's see how you teach me a lesson!" she said in a voice only the two of them could hear.

I will not be tempted... Fujiwara Izaya remained unmoved.

The horse meat hot pot on the table bubbled and steamed, obscuring the view across from them. Enjoying their leisure time, the group ate hot pot, drank Shizuoka tea, and chatted and laughed. Kasahara Asuka didn't eat anything the entire time, only holding the fruit platter to her chest and constantly munching on fruit.

"Here, Rinko, have a cup of tea." Mrs. Hoshimi brewed a cup of tea and handed it to her daughter.

Rinko Hoshimi brought the cup to her lips; the tea was clear and refreshing, and tasted delicious. Mrs. Hoshimi, like a telemarketer, chimed in, "Shizuoka tea can be classified as green tea, but unlike the common leafy kind, it's processed into powder. There's a proper way to brew Shizuoka tea; you need a porcelain teapot, water at 80°C, and you should filter it out after a minute or two, otherwise it's easy to over-brew."

"So particular?" Fujiwara Izaya asked curiously.

“This tea tastes even better when brewed by a gentle young woman.” As she spoke, Mrs. Hoshimi gently tugged at her daughter’s sleeve and glanced at Fujiwara Izaya.

Hoshimi Rinko slowly shook her head, but remained silent.

“Oh dear, you should take the initiative…” Mrs. Hoshimi leaned closer and whispered in her daughter’s ear, “Since you’re so compatible, why don’t you make it happen sooner? You’re making your mother anxious… Huh? Himeko?” At that moment, she noticed that Mrs. Kasahara’s face was a little red and looked up to ask, “What’s wrong?”

"It's nothing..." Mrs. Kasahara picked up a piece of horse meat, stuck out her tongue, "The well-balanced horse meat is quite delicious. I ate it too fast and bit my tongue."

Fujiwara Izaya pinched her thigh hard.

Even through the mourning clothes, it feels fleshy to the touch.

"Oh!" Mrs. Kasahara's hand trembled, and the horse meat immediately fell back into the pot.

Immediately, she glanced at Fujiwara Izaya with a reproachful look in her eyes.

You little rascal!

I can seduce you!

But you're not allowed to take advantage of me!

Humans are so hypocritical... Fujiwara Izaya was angry, but he couldn't beat her in a short time, so he had to let go.

"Hmph!" Mrs. Kasahara picked up the horse meat again and slowly put it into her mouth.

Across from her, at her mother's urging, Hoshimi Rinko brewed tea herself. First, she washed her hands and teaware with clean water, then carefully dried them with a handkerchief, her movements elegant and pleasing to the eye. The sea breeze blew from the hillside, causing her jet-black hair to flutter and dance with her jet-black clothes.

Fujiwara Ryaya temporarily forgot about his wife's leg and focused on watching her performance.

The brewed Shizuoka tea has a clear, light green color and emits a faint, pleasant fragrance.

"Please." Hoshimi Rinko slowly extended her snow-white arm, which was like the tender buds of a cherry tree in early spring, growing vigorously.

"Thank you, senior." Fujiwara Izaya took one hand off the table so he could easily receive the tea with both hands.

But just as he brought it over, Mrs. Kasahara's leg bumped into his thigh, and a little tea spilled out.

"Sorry, I got a little excited." Fujiwara Rin didn't show it and took a sip of tea. "When you drink it slowly, a refreshing and pure green fruit flavor will emerge on your tongue. It seems that having a gentle girl brew it is really wonderful."

Rinko Hoshimi's lips curled up slightly.

Her expression was somewhat smug, but mostly it held the shyness unique to a young girl.

To be honest, Fujiwara Rinya really likes his senior's girlish charm... None of the women around him are like that. Not to mention older women, the only two younger women he has are juniors who are little devils.

"Senior, senior—"

Kasahara Asuka pouted and reached over her mother's clothes to grab Fujiwara Izaya's arm.

"Asuka is a gentle girl too—" she said in a sweet, coquettish voice, like a child vying for attention.

“I think you need to relearn elementary school Japanese,” Fujiwara Izaya said.

Kasahara Asuka picked up the watermelon rind she had just finished eating and threw it at him, giving him an angry but alluring glare: "Just wait until I show you how gentle my junior is!"

"winter--"

A second round of explosions rang out outside.

Then, with a "bang," a giant chrysanthemum bloomed in the night sky, its dazzling light even illuminating the distant sea.

Everyone was captivated by the stunning scene and looked up. Large fireworks continuously produced new bursts of light, cascading down the night sky with a hissing sound like a waterfall.

“That’s amazing…” Hoshimi Rinko murmured.