I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Kasahara Fukari crossed her arms and turned her back to Fujiwara Izaya.

“The autumn night is so dreadful,” Mrs. Kasahara said in a slightly shrill voice.

“Let me rub your back for you.” Fujiwara Izaya looked helplessly at Kasahara Fukaeri’s smooth back muscles. “If this keeps up, your mother might have to come down and teach me herself. Let me make it clear, I’d love for her to get in the water too, but you probably wouldn’t be happy about it…”

"……Um."

Kasahara Fukae gave a barely audible reply.

“Well then, here I come!” Fujiwara Izaya took a deep breath and slowly extended his hand.

His fingers rested on her rounded shoulders, like touching a piece of warm tofu, so soft it was almost boneless. It was the first time he had ever seen Eri's body, and he couldn't suppress his excitement. That perfect body, elegant and voluptuous, all her skin enveloped in curves that could be described as "strong."

“That’s more like it.” Mrs. Kasahara smiled with satisfaction.

Watching her son-in-law scrub her daughter's back, she lazily lay on the carpet by the bathtub, eating plum pudding that the maid had brought earlier.

Fujiwara Izaya looked at her.

She ate like a child, taking small, delicate bites with her head down, like a young bird eating. The soft sound of her lips biting into the bouncy pudding was delightful, and Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but think how wonderful it would be if she were eating him!

Mrs. Kasahara glared at him: "Focus!"

She knew that her innocent and charming demeanor was far more attractive to Fujiwara Izaya than her daughter was to him, so after saying the words, she casually scooped up a spoonful of pudding and handed it into the bath.

Her slender, beautiful wrist peeked out from the gorgeous sleeve.

Her skin, showing no signs of aging, was so beautiful it seemed to reflect candlelight, almost dazzling. The way she emerged from her loose robes gave her a sense of exhilaration, like emerging from a cocoon.

Fujiwara Izaya once again fully appreciated the physical beauty of this woman named Kasahara Himeko—despite her being dressed very conservatively.

Eat the pudding in one bite.

"Mmm, this is delicious..."

He coquettishly grabbed his wife's hand as she fed him, saying thank you for the snacks, and then lowered his head to kiss the back of her hand.

"What a naughty child." Mrs. Kasahara smiled.

In the misty air, her smile seemed like a ray of light, floating on her cheeks, giving her the fresh and youthful quality of a seventeen-year-old girl.

"Cough cough."

Kasahara Fuka-Eri coughed lightly.

Fujiwara Izaya quickly turned his gaze back and began massaging her shoulders.

The two were standing quite close, separated only by a little bit of hot spring water.

His keen sense of smell allowed him to detect the luxurious fragrance of the bath and the vibrant scent of the policewoman's body. As he inhaled the aroma, he felt as if his very heart was intoxicated.

"Was Fuka Eri jealous of her mother just now?" Mrs. Kasahara asked teasingly.

"No, I wouldn't be jealous like that," Kasahara Fukaeri replied, sounding a little weary.

Fujiwara Izaya leaned closer and whispered in her ear, "I think she's just jealous."

"Shut up!"

Kasahara Fukari shrank her neck as if ticklish, then slapped him with her backhand.

As her elbow bent and straightened, the slender yet firm muscles rippled subtly, and a flowing mist drifted across her fair and smooth skin.

Fujiwara Izaya reacted quickly and immediately grabbed her slender fingertips.

The arm struggled slightly, the mist shimmering and flowing on her skin, shining into his eyes. He squinted slightly, finding it amusing, and decided not to let her pull her hand back. So he grabbed it sharply and twisted it behind her back.

"Well!"

Kasahara Fukaeri frowned.

Even after being temporarily subdued, her rounded shoulders still radiated a kind of innocent light.

"Your hands are so beautiful," Fujiwara Izaya said gently.

“Is that so?” Kasahara Fukari’s eyes sparkled.

"Let me take a closer look."

Feeling the breath behind her getting closer and closer, Kasahara Fukari's hands, which were tied behind her back, clenched gently. Her nails were beautifully manicured, adorned with cherry blossom patterns painted with pale red nail polish, and they were long, much longer than her fingertips.

“Incredible.” Fujiwara Izaya’s other hand gently touched her fingertips. “The beauty of this shape is incredible. Could it be that Fuka Eri is so perfect that even her fingertips have to surpass others before she’s satisfied?”

"..."

Kasahara Fukari clenched her fists again.

She recalled something Fujiwara Izaya had told her when they were in Nan'indou—that a true youth must have the will to make every finger grow perfectly. Therefore, Kasahara Mieri must, of course, possess fingertips of beauty that surpass everyone else's.

Fujiwara Izaya's fingertips slowly played with her fingertips and manicure behind her back.

Words of praise kept popping into his mind, such as the shimmering inner stripes of the shell and the graceful, flowing petals. He kept wanting to eat them, but at this moment, he couldn't think of any shells or petals with such color and shape.

Fukari's nails are simply Fukari's nails, more beautiful in shape than seashells and more delicate in texture than flower petals.

This is an unparalleled, transparent, and clear beauty.

"Are you done yet..." Kasahara Fukari leaned back, intending to remind him to let go.

Fujiwara Izaya leaned back.

"ah--"

Kasahara Fukari's upper body hit the air, and she lost her balance and fell backward.

At that moment, Fujiwara Izaya straightened his back and sat up straight, pulling her into his arms.

The extremely soft skin contact felt like an electric shock, and Kasahara Fukaeri instantly blushed. "Let go..." Before she could finish speaking, Fujiwara Rin released her hands, which were tied behind her back. But before she could even breathe a sigh of relief, his hands grabbed her two hands underwater, wrapped around her from behind, and suddenly wrapped them around her lower abdomen.

"?"

Kasahara Fukaeri's body stiffened.

Like a bird frozen in terror, she was held from behind by Fujiwara Izaya, unable to move.

Beside the bathtub, Mrs. Kasahara ate pudding in small bites, saying with a doting auntie smile, "Hurry up, you two, take it a step further, I want to hold my grandson."

"mom!"

Kasahara Fukaeri's body trembled violently.

Underwater, Fujiwara Izaya held her two small hands, guiding the nail of her left thumb to gently scrape across her navel. Her fingertip trembled, and her whole body shuddered.

"No, no, I can't take it, no, waah..."

The aloof policewoman let out a sobbing plea for mercy.

The feeling was terrifying. She instinctively tried to avoid it, desperately trying not to become a woman of questionable character. Her cool demeanor had vanished, and she now looked as disheveled as someone drowning in a bathtub.

A dreamlike expression.

Fujiwara Izaya was captivated by her pleading expression.

A gust of wind blew in from the valley, causing the window to sway slightly. The moonlight shining into the bathtub shone like silver on Kasahara Fukae's face.

"Does it tickle?" Fujiwara Izaya whispered in her ear. "I'll stay still as long as Mrs. Kasahara makes a sound."

Kasahara Fukaeri turned her head away pitifully: "Mom~"

"Ah, um~" Mrs. Kasahara ate her pudding.

Seeing her daughter's embarrassed and ashamed appearance, she found it somewhat amusing and couldn't help but laugh: "Alright, alright, hurry up and get up, let Fujiwara dress you."

"..."

Kasahara Fukaeri's eyes froze.

Let him see my naked body... How can I do that? I'd rather stay here and continue soaking.

She didn't say anything, and Fujiwara Izaya was happy to continue playing.

A hand beneath the water grasped her small hands, gently massaging her lower abdomen. A head above the water rested softly on her rounded shoulders, the cheek pressed against her arm. Her figure was a slender, Western-style beauty; Japanese girls are generally more rounded. However, her demeanor wasn't so Western; when still, she possessed a pure and elegant roundness. This roundness was like a sphere subtly shimmering with a delicate radiance.

Fujiwara Izaya thought of a question.

If a woman loses her purity, will her rounded loveliness lose its luster?

What will become of Kasahara Mieri in the future?

Her breasts, though not as large as her mother's, were still too big to fit in one hand, as if shyly resting against her chest. Fujiwara Izaya looked at the rounded curves of her shoulders, her loose orange hair framing those rounded curves, making her look like a noblewoman from the Warring States period.

"Eri Fuka, I have a question."

Kasahara Fukari didn't answer; instead, he asked to himself, "What was the shape of your body like?"

“You’re asking me that?” Mrs. Kasahara answered quickly. “It’s a coastal town in Takamatsu, Shikoku. There are many old houses and streets there, and handicraft workshops are everywhere. It’s famous for its Mino paper umbrellas and Gifu lanterns. Fukae Ri gained consciousness near Seiganji Temple in the mountains. That temple has neither a gate nor a wall. Outside the temple is a beautiful, narrow valley, almost like a ribbon in an oil painting…”

Fujiwara Izaya listened absentmindedly.

His chin rested on Kasahara Fukae's shoulder. The color of her beautiful shoulder had a shyness that was not yet used to being in contact with the air, a kind of luster that was hidden all spring.

Kasahara Fukaeri probably felt that this was too intimate, so she silently shrugged.

This gesture clearly meant, "Our relationship isn't close enough for you to rest your chin on my shoulder." It was an unconscious action, as she seemed to have forgotten that he was holding her even more intimately. Or perhaps, unable to resist, she tacitly approved of this closeness.

"Hey, hey!" Mrs. Kasahara asked, her eyebrows furrowed in displeasure, "You two are so engrossed in your lovey-dovey moments that you can't even listen to what I'm saying, can you?"

"No, I'm listening," Kasahara Fukari quickly explained.

"You're the one who kicked me down, what's the point of being unhappy now?" Fujiwara Izaya mocked her without any politeness.

"Get up, get up!" Mrs. Kasahara said with a laugh. "You've polluted the pool. Get up and let me wash in."

Fujiwara Izaya made a face at her: "Don't drink my bathwater."

He climbed out of the bath fully clothed, was ushered out, asked a maid for a new set of clothes to change into, and returned to the screen in front of the bath. He gently knocked on the screen and asked, "May I come in?"

"What do you say?"

Mrs. Kasahara's clear voice came from the bath.

The sound echoed clearly and loudly from under the ceiling.

"I don't think that will work." Fujiwara Izaya turned to leave.

"Linlin, aren't you going to take a bath with Mommy?"

"Uh?"