I have an unlimited number of shikigami

The three women put on their shoes and went to the washroom to wash their feet.

Fujiwara Izaya called the Yuki-onna over to act as an air conditioner in the restaurant.

Outside the window is the azure sea, and the sea breeze carries a magical power that makes one's appetite soar.

"It tastes delicious." Asuka Kasahara praised.

As she spoke, she picked up the fish soup again and took a delicious sip.

Fujiwara Izaya showed a relieved expression, as if his efforts had not been in vain.

"You wouldn't believe it, my cooking skills have improved so quickly," Mrs. Hoshimi said proudly.

"..." Fujiwara Izaya glanced at her.

She returned the glance subtly, and after exchanging messages, the two smiled knowingly.

"What did you two do this morning?" Mrs. Kasahara sensed something was amiss.

"We exchanged cooking tips." Mrs. Hoshimi shrugged proudly. "Based on the principle of mutual confidentiality, I can't tell you the specifics. But Fujiwara praised me highly, saying I embodied Eastern aesthetics."

Hoshimi Rinko drank the only serving of fish porridge and looked at Fujiwara Izaya with a "you still don't know how to repent" look.

Fujiwara Rinya avoided her gaze, scooped a whole piece of fish from the fish soup and handed it to Kawashima Miki, who seemed like an outsider: "I killed this fish, eat more, if it's not enough I'll go back to sea and catch more."

Kawashima Miki ate the fish in small bites, feeling warm all over.

Because of her identity as a yokai, being with the two chairpersons of the Onmyōryō (Yin-Yang Bureau) made her instinctively feel fear and unease. But Fujiwara Izaya's undisguised gentleness at this moment made her feel his determination, and she liked this bastard even more.

The two beautiful girls looked displeased.

In contrast, the two ladies were much more at ease.

“Darling…” Mrs. Kasahara shook Fujiwara Izaya’s arm with both hands and brought her mouth close, “Why didn’t I? Is it because Himeko doesn’t deserve your tenderness?”

Fujiwara Izaya also scooped up a piece for her.

"Ah!" Mrs. Kasahara exclaimed, her mouth agape.

"Don't you have hands?"

"My arms are holding you."

“...That makes sense.” Fujiwara Izaya used his chopsticks to pick up some fish and feed it to her.

In an instant, his two feet were stepped on. Judging from the size, the one on the left was the junior student, and the one on the right was the senior student... and the angry little hand between his legs belonged to Miss Meiji.

"Chairwoman Hoshimi." Fujiwara Rinya also scooped up a piece of fish and handed it to Mrs. Hoshimi.

In his eyes, daughters and mothers were the same, and there should be no favoritism. We're all family, so there shouldn't be any distinction between close and distant relatives; we should all love each other... Didn't he give his daughter any fish? Oh well, they're young, they have hands.

The air conditioner girl next to her also came over.

"Ah~"

Her soft, red lips, covered in frost, parted and gently blew cool air onto Fujiwara Izaya's face.

“You can’t eat this.” Fujiwara Izaya patted her hair. “Sweetie, I’ll take you out to sea later and you can wear a bikini.”

Olaf has no idea what a bikini is.

Instinctively, she felt that it was no good, because her master loved to bully Xuebao... Thinking this, she shrank behind Kawashima Miki, peeking out from behind her foster mother with her clear blue eyes, glaring sadly and beautifully at her master, hoping he could understand that Xuebao didn't want anything but popsicles.

This snow woman is so clumsy... The Kasahara family and the Hoshimi family, mother and daughter, both have their eyes on Yuki.

After breakfast, the servants brought the yacht over.

According to the original plan, we were supposed to go out to sea on the last two days of summer vacation.

However, due to a major incident at the summer festival, the two chairpersons decided to go on a sea vacation ahead of schedule and return directly to Tokyo two days later.

Kawashima Miki, the woman who happened to appear, was also invited up by them.

According to Fujiwara Izaya's guess, the two chairpersons probably planned to torture the suspects on the ship and then dump their bodies at sea. This wasn't just a wild guess; he had personally witnessed his junior packing a backpack full of strange things like handcuffs, whips, and ropes. Besides the younger sister, the older sister also arrived, dressed in a police uniform.

The older sister, dressed in a police uniform, is a stunningly beautiful woman who exudes both nobility and majesty, yet also a forbidden allure.

Could it be that they're going to use the uniform as bait to force me to confess my crimes...? Fujiwara Izaya took heavy steps as he boarded the yacht bound for the Pacific Ocean.

Chapter 143. Miss Miko's Second Puberty

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Next news item.

Fujiwara Izaya lay on the stern of the boat, whistling as he gazed at the vast blue sky.

The straight white contrail left by the boat's stern resembled the beautiful hem of a young girl's white skirt. His feet were immersed in the water, and several seagulls seemed to adore him, following him closely and refusing to leave.

His female classmates and senior classmates were all around him.

He was lying on his back, while the two girls were resting on their sides with their eyes closed on the recliner.

It was a remarkably clear morning, the clouds swept away by the southwest wind. The sky was exceptionally high and infinitely clear. Looking directly up at the sky, Fujiwara Izaya felt as if he were lying at the bottom of a transparent spring. Due to the clarity of the air and the direction of the wind, distant sounds that were usually inaudible came with extraordinary clarity, carrying a distinct rhythm.

This familiar world reminded Fujiwara Izaya of his childhood when he looked at the Seto Inland Sea in Shikoku, and he couldn't help but hum a song.

?Sue?o do era peque?o

(It was in my heart when I was a child)

?Sin preo， en el

(Dreaming carefree)

Sigo Vieo

(Looking back at those bygone days)

The sound wasn't loud, but the two girls still heard it.

Kasahara Asuka turned around with a gurgle, took off her sunglasses, and squinted her eyes into pretty slits as she looked at him: "Hey, what are you saying, senpai?"

"Nothing much, just some odds and ends." Fujiwara Izaya put his hands behind his head and watched the seagulls cry sharply as they cut through the cloudless sky.

"Stop nagging around here." Kasahara Asuka put her sunglasses back on and swung her feet with the soles of her feet facing him. "If you want to nag, go back to your room and nag by yourself. Just looking at you annoys me."

"Actually, I was singing," Fujiwara Izaya said with a smile.

Kasahara Asuka then adopted a calmer gaze and stuck out her tongue slightly: "Silly, you."

"Hmm?" Fujiwara Izaya looked puzzled. "The insults have changed?"

Kasahara Asuka pointed her little finger at Hoshimi Rinko: "This is how my senior taught me to scold you."

“Senior,” Fujiwara Izaya said with dissatisfaction, “you can call me a jerk, but you can’t call me stupid.”

"What were you singing just now?" Hoshimi Rinko ignored his accusation, her legs crossed comfortably, revealing her slender, fair calves beneath her skirt.

A strand of black hair, blown by the sea breeze, fell onto her face like a mischievous black cat's tail.

“A Spanish song,” Fujiwara Izaya climbed back between the two lounge chairs, “After studying Spanish for so long, it can finally be put to good use. Please enjoy my performance, you two beautiful ladies—Mira, Sofía (Look, my dear Sofía)…”

"Don't call other women 'darlings'!" Kasahara Asuka's fair, delicate foot stomped directly at his face.

Soft little feet, with a faint citrus scent—it turns out that a beautiful girl's feet really do smell good!

“That’s just a song—” Fujiwara Izaya retorted readily, with an expression of enjoyment.

"Singing won't do either." Kasahara Asuka's toes playfully tickled his nose. "Little dog-senpai, lick Asuka—"

Fujiwara Izaya's gaze fell on the instep of her feet.

Under the bright sunlight, red and blue veins appeared on her fair skin, which he found beautiful. If his senior hadn't pulled out a fruit knife from somewhere, he would have definitely taught his junior that some requests shouldn't be made lightly!

"Fujiwara, come in for a moment."

The three turned around, and Kasahara Fukari spoke from inside the door, barefoot, wearing only black stockings on the wooden floor.

"They're here." Fujiwara Izaya quickly went over.

The two beautiful girls had originally planned to come in as well.

"You all wait here," Kasahara Fukari instructed.

"Ugh, so annoying—"

Watching her senior and older sister enter the cabin, Kasahara Asuka turned her head and asked Hoshimi Rinko, "I really want to grow up, so people won't treat me like a child anymore..."

Hoshimi Rinko didn't reply, but stared blankly at the azure world. The sun was blazing, dazzling and bright, the sky and sea shimmering white. After a moment, the sea and sky seemed to swallow each other up, merging into a chaotic expanse.

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It was very hot today, but thankfully the cabin was cool and pleasant. On the way to the lobby, Fujiwara Rinya asked, "What did they talk about?"

"It was just a simple chat; Kawashima Miki introduced her public identity." Kasahara Fukaeri's expression and voice were both very cold.

Fujiwara Izaya lagged behind, observing her from behind.

She wore a smart and dashing black police uniform, a tight-fitting suit jacket and a black pencil skirt. Her fiery orange hair cascaded down to her slender waist; the slightly curled ends of her orange hair swayed lightly with each step, swaying against her pert buttocks, and below that were her long, straight legs encased in black stockings.

Fujiwara Izaya took two more steps forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with her, while looking down to observe the proportions of his lower body and hers.

In terms of raw height, the two are not much different, with Kasahara Mieri perhaps being a centimeter or two taller. However, in terms of leg proportions, Kasahara Mieri completely outshines him. The height of her hips is almost level with Fujiwara Izaya's lower abdomen.

As a seasoned leg enthusiast, Fujiwara Izaya believes that Fuka Eri's legs are arguably the "most beautiful legs in the world." Of course, visual perception is just an assessment; to truly appreciate their beauty, one must experience them firsthand.

Kasahara Fukae glanced at him sideways, then calmly looked away, ignoring his gaze.

Perhaps... she felt that even if she scolded him, he wouldn't change, so she was too lazy to waste her energy.

In the middle of the cabin, there was a large lounge area. The two ladies and Miss Mei sat on the sofa, sipping red wine. The sofa faced the sea, and the sunlight streamed in brightly. The atmosphere among the three women was harmonious and pleasant; everyone had a smile on their face, and there was no scene of them gossiping or pulling their hair.

The Snow Woman is here too.

She is now both the air conditioner and the ice maker, and is deeply loved by both ladies.

"Hello, I'm back." Fujiwara Izaya walked over, his expression very friendly, his voice very clear. "You might not know, but I saw two sharks eyeing me menacingly at the stern of the ship just now. It took quite a bit of trouble, but I'm finally back safe and sound. If you want to know how dangerous it was, imagine a 50-character abbreviated version of 'The Spanish Civil War,' that's the danger I just faced."

Mrs. Hoshimi, biting her pen, sat on the sofa taking notes, seemingly nearing the end. She put down her pen, tucked it into her notebook, closed it, and looked up at Mrs. Kasahara, asking, "Did someone just call us sharks?"

As expected of the senior's mother, her voice was incredibly moving.

“Absolutely!” Mrs. Kasahara smiled radiantly.

No wonder she's my junior's mother; her appearance is absolutely captivating and alluring.