I have an unlimited number of shikigami

"Snow Woman..."

Kasahara Fukari glanced into the bakery, then bent down and climbed into the driver's seat.

"Let's talk in the car." Fujiwara Ryūya took Kawashima Miki's small hand and opened the back seat.

"Don't touch me!" Kawashima Miki shook him off, angrily climbed into the back seat, and sulked with her arms crossed.

Judging from the extent of Fujiwara Izaya's affection for Yuki, she was pretty sure that this woman was definitely her sister. Her harem had grown by one more person, so it would be strange if she gave Fujiwara Izaya a friendly look.

The yellow Ferrari drove away from the bakery, while Yukino Riho remained behind the counter, lost in thought.

She is essentially a woman of quiet and gentle nature.

I've always been clueless when it comes to matters of the heart, and now, watching the Ferrari drive away from afar, I feel a complex mix of emotions that are hard to describe. Thinking back to those two beautiful women, my mood suddenly dips.

There were some things she couldn't understand. Holding the book in her hands, she thought childishly: "I want to be a rich woman someday, and then buy a sports car that's much, much more expensive than that yellow one..."

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The Ferrari drove onto the Capital Expressway and headed towards Hachioji.

Kasahara Fukae was focused on driving. In the back seat, Fujiwara Izaya's left arm was around Kawashima Miki's waist, and his right hand was supporting her pert buttocks, which were very elastic. The mature aura he exuded made him breathe rapidly.

Kawashima Miki wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes fixed on the scenery outside the car window.

"Don't be angry." Fujiwara Izaya gently rubbed her cheek.

Kawashima Miki kept a straight face and didn't say a word.

“Speak up, madam.”

"If I don't want to talk about it, it's none of your business."

Are you jealous again?

Kawashima Miki glanced at him sideways, then looked back at the traffic outside the window: "...I'm not jealous."

"I know, Madam has the most magnanimous heart." Fujiwara Izaya chuckled, looking rather smug. "From now on, you're the older sister, so don't bully Yukino, understand?"

Kawashima Miki's face flushed red, then she immediately became furious, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and punched him on the head a few times: "Laughing, laughing, you're still laughing! Are you satisfied now?! Tell me clearly, how many more are there—"

"Let me count them." Fujiwara Izaya hesitated for a moment, then said cautiously, "At least six."

Kasahara Fukari's hand trembled, and she almost drove the car off the guardrail.

Kawashima Miki suddenly twisted his ear and glared at him fiercely: "How could you be so greedy!... I'm asking you! Who are these six people!"

"Junior and senior students, you and Miss Yukino, and Auntie and Sister Fuka Eri."

Kasahara Fukaeri frowned.

"Don't include me," she said coldly.

"That's impossible!" Fujiwara Izaya's gaze swept past Kawashima Miki's shoulder. "I told you back in Nan Yin Dou that I'd take three months to melt you down, that's not... Ouch! Madam, please let go—"

Kawashima Miki, her face dark, switched to punching him all over his body.

The Ferrari sped by, the familiar cityscape receding into the distance, the flat landscape giving way to the more striking mountain scenery. Upon entering Hachioji territory, the view on both sides was completely blocked by lush, verdant mountains.

Kawashima Miki was probably tired from fighting, so she lay down on Fujiwara Izaya to rest.

Her eyes were closed, her head resting gently on his shoulder, breathing quietly through her nose. Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head, and the style of her bra peeked out from under her clothes. A deep shadow appeared from the white skin beneath the V-neck.

Fujiwara Izaya closed his eyes.

Take a deep breath.

Some things are beyond his control. Kawashima Miki opened her eyes slightly and glared at him with disdain.

"If Eri Fuka was here, I would have given you a real beating." Fujiwara Izaya threatened her, holding her tightly with both hands, pressing her against him without any gap.

"I'll bite you to death!" Kawashima Miki opened her mouth and bit down on his collarbone.

“You’re a puppy!” Fujiwara Rin retorted, not to be outdone.

After playfully fighting for a while, both of them were a little red-faced and panting.

Kasahara Fukaeri coughed lightly.

“…Let go!” Kawashima Miki was a little shy and struggled to get out of his embrace.

But Fujiwara Izaya wasn't about to do what she wanted. He simply turned around, half-reclined on the back seat, and then forcefully shoved Miss Kawashima. Caught off guard, Kawashima fell backward onto his lap.

Her own calf landed squarely on Fujiwara Izaya's face.

Slender, shapely legs, encased in delicate black stockings, were exceptionally soft and supple like water. The thighs were smooth and full, the calves without an ounce of excess fat, and the skin even exuded a faint fragrance of roses—truly a pair of perfect legs!

"How disgusting!" Kawashima Miki couldn't break free, so she raised her leg and slapped his cheek a few times with her calf.

Her current posture is ambiguous; if she moves her legs even slightly, the black lace edge on the outer thigh can be vaguely seen under her green miniskirt.

“This is all about creating a romantic atmosphere.” Fujiwara Rinya gently tugged at the slippery black stockings and pinched the fleshy part of her thigh. “Miss Miki’s charm is becoming more and more alluring, so mature that it seems like you could squeeze some water out of her if you pinched her.”

"You're being indecent!"

Kawashima Miki angrily cursed, then stomped on it.

Two black silk stockings stepped on his left and right cheeks respectively, grinding them like flour.

What Kasahara Fukaeri observed in the rearview mirror was a warm and sweet scene!

Ok.

The couple lives in harmony.

And they are very much in love.

Feeling rather superfluous... Kasahara Fukari stared ahead expressionlessly.

The area along the highway had completely lost its urban character, with an increasing number of farmhouse-style buildings and a significant increase in the number of light trucks. An hour and a half later, the Ferrari exited the highway and drove on a small road in Nagano Prefecture.

The route was exceptionally complex, climbing up and down steep hills, with narrow roads where it was difficult for two cars to pass each other, and countless bends and turns. Even in such a place, Kasahara Fukaeri did not slow down, and the high-speed tires sent small stones flying far away.

After the road surface had finally become a little smoother, the Ferrari drove into a gloomy cedar forest.

The fir trees are tall and straight, and when they grow in a grove, they create an imposing canopy that blocks out the sun, shrouding everything in a dim shadow. Even the air, due to the altitude and lack of sunlight, becomes damp and cold, the moisture seeping into the skin.

"Does anyone live here?" Kawashima Miki asked, her feet still planted on Fujiwara Izaya's face.

“Few people set foot here. Apart from the tourist area in front, it’s no exaggeration to say that it’s a semi-uninhabited area…” Fujiwara Izaya said contentedly, inhaling her fragrance. “But it’s very lively at night. There are mountain spirits everywhere in the mountains, and lots of little Totoro.”

Kasahara Fukari sharply turned the steering wheel.

"Sizzle—"

Amidst the sound of tires rubbing against the ground, the car was swished past by several tree branches.

The forests in this area are poorly maintained, and many notes have spilled into the middle of the road. The Ferrari was driving fast, recklessly speeding along, breaking many tree branches in the process.

"Slow down..." Kawashima Miki gripped the front seat tightly with both hands, her face pale. "If this keeps up, I'm going to throw up all the coffee I drank this morning!"

"We're almost there." Fujiwara Izaya released her feet, stood up, and hugged her, gently patting her back. "Next time, let's come back at night. I'll take you flying home."

"Let me ride you home," Kawashima Miki kept saying.

"No problem." Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head and kissed her.

After a while, Kawashima Miki pushed him away in disgust and wiped her lips: "It's all drool!"

After each kiss, her delicate oval face would be flushed with a rosy blush, and her alluring complexion, like that of a ripe peach, was so sweet and delicious that one glance was enough to tell you how irresistible it was.

The Ferrari drove out of the cedar forest, and the light brightened.

Kawashima Miki looked around and found that she had arrived at a mountain basin.

The mountain is steep and looms right in front of us.

Along the way, there were many houses, with wisps of white smoke rising from them, probably as people were preparing lunch. In front of each house, firewood was piled high, and cats were taking naps on top. On both sides of the hillside were terraced fields with green rice seedlings, stretching out in all directions.

“In autumn, the mountains and fields here are covered with golden rice and red maple leaves,” Fujiwara Izaya said.

Kasahara Fukaeri imagined that scene and thought it was beautiful.

Soon after, a small hot spring resort appeared by the roadside, its green-painted awnings making it look like an isolated island in the mountains. Kasahara Fukari stopped the car, and the three of them grabbed their simple luggage and got out to walk.

The rich scent of fresh grass fills the air, and the surrounding lush green forest gives one a feeling of abundant oxygen.

Several dogs barked and followed behind them.

"The air is so fresh!" Kawashima Miki stretched and looked curiously at the dogs behind her. "Why are they following us?"

“I’m the boss here,” Fujiwara Izaya said with a smile, snapping his fingers.

The yellow dogs immediately froze, staring at him intently, as if they had been put on pause.

"You're the boss!" Kawashima Miki kicked his butt and laughed heartily.

"Then you're Mrs. Dog."

"not bad."

Despite being called a "dog's wife," Kawashima Miki didn't get angry; she seemed to enjoy it.

We bypassed the village and headed into the mountains.

Gradually, there were no more houses or fields around.

A small river flows by the roadside, which is almost completely covered by grass. The water is clear, and occasionally fallen leaves drift by.

After crossing a small wooden bridge, a trailhead appeared by the roadside. A group of tourists, carrying backpacks, were talking excitedly and anxiously. They all wore blue ribbons pinned to their chests, looked well, and had straight backs.

When two beautiful women passed by, someone even whistled.

"nausea!"

Kawashima Miki glared at them coldly.

The group immediately felt a chill and, their legs trembling, fell into the water.

Then, as if to prove that she was taken, Kawashima Miki reached out and took Fujiwara Izaya's arm.

"And you?" Fujiwara Izaya looked at Kasahara Mieri and extended his hand as well. "Come on, take my hand."

Kasahara Fukari glanced at his arm, which was wrapped around Kawashima Miki's chest, and her expression instantly turned cold.

"Don't overthink it. There's a barrier ahead. You can't get in without me holding your hand," Fujiwara Izaya explained.

"..." Kasahara Fukari hesitated for a moment, gritted her teeth, and slowly stretched out her hand and placed it in his palm.