I have an unlimited number of shikigami

"Hurry up, or Mom will get angry!"

What an oddball… Fujiwara Izaya shrugged, then pulled back the screen and stepped into the bath.

In the rising steam, Mrs. Kasahara, her face flushed, leaned over the edge of the pool and asked with a smile, "Have you been wanting to bathe with your mother for a long time?"

“I absolutely have no such intention,” Fujiwara Izaya said, looking at Kasahara Fukari standing in front of the dressing table next to him.

“He’s lying.” Mrs. Kasahara gently patted the water’s surface and said, “If you don’t believe me, I’ll stand up right now and see if he looks at me.”

As a composed and beautiful middle-aged woman, the moment she finished speaking, she stood up abruptly, appearing as stunning as a lotus emerging from water. Her voluptuous figure instantly captivated Fujiwara Izaya's gaze.

A body that leaves no trace of shame.

Nearly forty years seemed to have passed in a single stride, leaving no trace. Her nose remained elegant and beautiful, her large, bright eyes still sparkling... If a woman in her prime is a delicate jade under the shade of a tree, then she is the radiance of a flower in the sunlight. Fujiwara Izaya looked at her and suddenly thought of the beautiful women of Kyoto who wore wooden clogs and held paper umbrellas on the stone streets of Kyoto; the light and dark hues of their clothes perfectly reflected the essence of beauty.

Mrs. Kasahara remained perfectly calm, not even glancing at Fujiwara Izaya. Instead, she complained to her daughter, "Eri, look at him! He doesn't even blink! He said he didn't want to come down for a bath, he's always lying..."

"Please continue your bath!" Fujiwara Izaya quickly turned his back to her and went to the dressing table.

Kasahara Fukari didn't look at what had just happened; instead, she focused intently on her reflection in the mirror.

She was now wearing a light blue bathrobe, with a belt wrapped around her waist. The light blue sleeves slid down her arms as she combed her hair, concealing the curves of her back, making her figure appear graceful and elegant.

Fujiwara Izaya bent down and explained to her, "Looking once is instinct. I can promise I won't look a second time... uh, with you here."

"Nonsense." Kasahara Fukari hit him with a comb as if she had turned on him.

“Let me comb your hair.” Fujiwara Izaya snatched the comb and began to comb her hair. Seeing her frosty expression, he continued to say some mushy things as he combed, “Look at your eyebrows, they depict the dreams of thousands of young men. Your lips, your wrists…” As he spoke, his shoulder pressed against Kasahara Miori’s shoulder, “…your legs, and your hands. Don’t move, be quiet and let me comb your hair, how beautiful! The glow on half of your face is like the hazy light before dawn. At the boundary between dawn and night, your perfect profile emerges. Oh dear, I told you not to move, why can’t you be quiet like a child when I comb your hair…”

"...Let me have some peace and quiet." Kasahara Fukari had never felt so mentally exhausted before.

Through the mirror, she saw Fujiwara Izaya's face peeking out from behind her neck. His face looked like someone running through the wind, his clear eyes meeting hers in the mirror without flinching.

His gaze was intensely intense, impolite, and concise, conveying his inner thoughts.

Kasahara Fukaeri's face was burning hot, and her hands were also warm.

Having spent so much time with Fujiwara Izaya, she's become quite accepting of his occasional sweet nothings or subtle expressions of love... but could you please say less of these direct and passionate things? I can't take it all at once!

The sound of rushing water came from behind, followed by Mrs. Kasahara's tired yet sweet voice.

"Little Lin Ye, aren't you going to come down and bathe with Mommy? How long are you going to wait?"

“Don’t even think about tempting me!” Fujiwara Izaya said firmly.

At the same time, he slipped his hands under Kasahara Fukaeri's armpits and took the opportunity to hug her.

Kasahara Fukaeri was both angry and helpless.

She had just stepped out of the bath, and her warm body radiated heat, which also carried her inherent beauty and the texture of her untouched breasts.

"Let's go outside." Fujiwara Izaya picked her up and left the bathroom.

On the coffee table in the room were tea utensils engraved with the family crest, along with some small, exquisite sandwiches, Japanese sweets, and cookies. Kasahara Fukae's blue yukata fit her perfectly, and having just bathed, her incredibly delicate skin made her look indescribably beautiful. Her bare feet, with their exquisite lines, were like ivory ornaments.

After sitting down, she picked up a book from the table with a bored expression and read it absentmindedly.

Fujiwara Izaya opened the window of his room a crack, and the night breeze caressed his face, slowly calming the surge of blood rushing to his head. A short while later, the sound of splashing water came from the bathtub, and Mrs. Kasahara emerged, wearing a bathrobe and her hair still wet.

Seeing Fujiwara Izaya standing at the window, she wasn't surprised at all, and simply asked, "Why are you still lingering here?"

Fujiwara Izaya turned around and said, "I plan to spend the night here."

"No!" Kasahara Fukaeri looked up from her book.

“Did you hear me? No way.” Mrs. Kasahara said with a smile, “If our daughter says no, then no. It’s no use pleading with your mother.”

"Why are you being so serious now? We're all in the same boat!" Fujiwara Izaya retorted, then turned back and sat down on the sofa.

Mrs. Kasahara also sat down.

The mother and daughter sandwiched him between them.

After her bath, Mrs. Kasahara's skin looked exceptionally beautiful, her cheeks glowing like fire. Fujiwara Izaya tilted his head, smiling honestly and kindly, and asked her, "How about you two sleep in the bed tonight, and I'll sleep on the sofa?"

Mrs. Kasahara's lips involuntarily curled up.

As if coaxing her husband to hurry up with the work, she gently squeezed Fujiwara Izaya's hand and said to him, "Let our daughter sleep in the bed. I'll squeeze onto the sofa with you. You need to work hard in the future and try to buy a bigger apartment so that we can have a big bed to sleep in..."

“I think so.” Fujiwara Izaya turned off the lights in the room and said to Kasahara Fukaeri with a touch of humor, “Did you hear what your mother said? Hurry up and go back to bed.”

"Ugh……"

The room dimmed, and the sigh of Kasahara Fukaeri felt strangely familiar.

Mrs. Kasahara grabbed Fujiwara Izaya's arm and said coquettishly, "You're so naughty."

Only she could pull off such overly seductive behavior with such skill and without any awkwardness. In the darkness, Fujiwara Izaya's thin lines met her gaze directly: "Could anyone be worse than you?"

"How dare you talk back to me?" Mrs. Kasahara reached out and ruffled his hair a few times. "Remember your place, Acting Chairman Fujiwara."

It sounded like a criticism.

It's quite funny, though.

Mrs. Kasahara was no innocent person; in fact, she could be described as cunning. Her relentless teasing of Fujiwara Izaya wasn't simply because of his good looks and powerful background; she might genuinely be considering entrusting her entire family to him. As for herself, she would at least have to give him something, either emotionally or physically… Fujiwara Izaya was somewhat of an abstract concept to her.

You thought you had caught him, but he was on the other side of the river; you thought he had gone far away, but he was right in front of you.

It's very late.

The banquet in the courtyard was coming to an end, and Fujiwara Izaya had no choice but to leave.

Kasahara Fukae won't go to his room, but Mrs. Miki is still waiting for him. If he dares not go back tonight, given Mrs. Miki's jealous nature, she might threaten to divorce him tomorrow.

“Let’s go, I’ll see you out.” Mrs. Kasahara walked towards the door first.

Kasahara Fukari looked up and glanced at Fujiwara Izaya following his mother's back before lowering her head again, her face expressionless.

A cool breeze was blowing in the corridor outside.

Mrs. Kasahara, wearing a nightgown, had lips that looked exceptionally vibrant in the dim light. Walking side-by-side with Fujiwara Izaya, she didn't say a word, only occasionally smoothing her hair or playfully tapping his shoulder. Their interaction suggested a deep understanding, as if they had lived together for a long time, knowing each other's thoughts without needing to speak.

Sword Comes

After passing through this corridor, you will find a small courtyard with a fenced gate.

Across from the small courtyard is Fujiwara Izaya's room.

Mrs. Kasahara suddenly took a few quick steps forward.

The wooden clogs clattered crisply on the wooden planks, only stopping in front of the fence. Fujiwara Izaya strolled over and noticed her bent over, leaning against the bamboo lattice of the fence, straining with all her might, seemingly engaged in a serious contest. He took a step back and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I won't let you leave!" Mrs. Kasahara said.

"You didn't say anything just now."

"Was my daughter here just now...?"

"We have no choice but to leave."

“That’s your problem,” Mrs. Kasahara said coquettishly.

Seeing Fujiwara Izaya's troubled expression, she wanted to laugh inwardly... She blocked the doorway, paused for a moment, and then obediently stepped aside: "Forget it, go back and spend the night with your wife... Don't worry about me, I'm just a forty-year-old old woman..."

That melancholy, womanly air was definitely an act… Fujiwara Izaya would bet it on his treasured collection of Asuka's black and white stockings.

After speaking, Mrs. Kasahara walked sideways to the side.

In the soft moonlight, she stood beneath the fence, her hair, blending into the night, swaying in the breeze and entwining itself around the fence. With graceful elegance, she stretched out her hand, her white wrist adorned with a luxurious watch embroidered with a small gold snake, and swung it to free her hair from its entanglement.

Fujiwara Izaya stood in front of her.

He was taller than his wife, so when he looked down, he could see her delicate collarbone and her slightly upturned neck. Looking at that beautiful silhouette, he thought for a moment and replied, "Don't worry... Imperfect possession is not allowed in my dictionary."

"That's ridiculous." Mrs. Kasahara rolled her eyes at him and waved her hand. "I'm leaving. I'm going back to Tokyo tomorrow. Don't ever show your face in front of me and Xiangxiang again, or I'll beat you to death."

Those swaying shoulders and swaying hips are really not elegant.

"Ah~"

Fujiwara Izaya yawned and went back to his room.

Xiangxiang, how should I tell you about what happened in Hidden Town...? Judging from your spoiled temper, you'll probably block me forever. Hmm, that's a big challenge; I need to think this through carefully...

As soon as I opened the door to the room, I heard footsteps coming from the hallway.

I turned my head to take a look.

Carrying large and small bags, Kawashima Miki looked smug, like a triumphant general returning home.

Chapter 174. Wedding Night

The night was cool and still.

Kawashima Miki walked slowly towards them, her flowing wedding dress radiating fiery colors.

Looking at Fujiwara Izaya standing at the door, she smiled slightly and asked, "Are you done with your lovemaking with Fuka Eri?"

There was no doubt that there was a hint of jealousy in that voice.

"Madam is truly perceptive." Fujiwara Rinya walked over and took the bags from her hands. They were all gifts from guests, mostly valuable and rare treasures, but he didn't even glance at them. Instead, he asked Kawashima Miki, "I have good news for you. Fuka Eri isn't coming tonight. Aren't you happy?"

Kawashima Miki leaned closer with a smile.

Her freed hands reached out and hooked around his neck.

“Eri is gone, but there’s still Riho. My dear husband, won’t you kick Riho out too?”

Her eyes were smiling, and her breath smelled sweet, but her words sent a chill down Fujiwara Izaya's spine.

"While Mrs. Riho hasn't returned yet."

Fujiwara Izaya gestured to her with his eyes for her to go inside quickly.

"Think beautifully!"

Kawashima Miki poked his nose, chuckled, and turned to go inside, leaving a fragrant trail behind her.

Just as Fujiwara Izaya was about to follow, she suddenly turned back, a smug and provocative smile playing on her lips: "You'll have to kneel before Madam later, or I won't let you touch me."

"Are you sure?" Fujiwara Izaya asked confidently.

"Hmm?" Kawashima Miki gave him a cryptic look.

"What's wrong?" Fujiwara Izaya looked at her bright profile.