I have an unlimited number of shikigami

"I see..." Kasahara Fukari's expression showed some interest.

Fujiwara Izaya seized the opportunity and said, "I'll go in now and experience Ms. Shizuka's service for myself."

"Wait!" Kasahara Fukari's face turned cold, and her tone was chilling. "You said you're going to find a prostitute?"

"Remember to reimburse me, okay?" Fujiwara Izaya smiled brightly.

moment.

Kasahara Fukari hardened her fist.

You dare to mention using public funds for prostitution in front of your wife? You're asking for trouble!

Fujiwara Izaya, brimming with mischief, had already pushed open the car door and glanced at her sideways: "What's wrong? I sacrificed myself for the case, don't overthink it. Don't worry, I definitely won't remember what happened tonight, and I definitely won't have any feelings for a prostitute."

Romance

"roll!"

Kasahara Fukaeri coldly uttered a single word.

Her cold expression held a hint of anger and hostility, as if Fujiwara Izaya were her enemy. However, when she turned her gaze back to the women's clothing that Fujiwara Izaya had just bought, she immediately said, "Wait a moment, I'll change and go with you."

"what?"

Fujiwara Izaya was secretly delighted, but his expression was troubled.

"Wait for me," Kasahara Fukari said impatiently, then grabbed her clothes and crawled into the cargo compartment. A moment later, she emerged from the truck, dressed in a black pencil skirt, black stockings, and red high heels, bending over as she stood directly in front of Fujiwara Izaya.

Her slightly daring and sexy outfits transformed her into a powerful and charismatic queen-like woman.

“Eri, this won’t do.” Fujiwara Izaya explained patiently with a pained expression, “What kind of nonsense is it to take your wife to a lovers’ cafe? What are you going to say if people ask? This will arouse suspicion…”

Kasahara Fukari, holding an umbrella and gripping the handle tightly, said, "You need a reason."

"What reason could I possibly have?" Fujiwara Izaya spread his hands helplessly. "You're the one who's being unreasonable. If you're going to come up with a reason, it's yours."

"..." Kasahara Fukari's face darkened.

"If you can't figure it out, that's fine. Wait for me here. I'll go and test the waters. I promise I'll be back within two hours." After saying this, Fujiwara Rin didn't give her a chance to object and rushed into the rain.

one second...

Two seconds...

At the third second, Fujiwara Izaya stopped and turned around.

Leaning against the small truck, Kasahara Fukari lowered her gaze, looking at the high heels on her feet. One hand held an umbrella, while the other hand gripped the hem of her pencil skirt with a slightly lonely air; her slender fingers appeared more delicate than ever before.

So adorably silly...

Fujiwara Izaya thought to himself, "If you scold me like a wife, I definitely won't go."

However, it is precisely because she is Kasahara Fukari that she cannot say such things... Even if she truly considers herself a wife, she would not admit it so easily.

The dark rain curtain, the pale streetlights, and the ground reflecting the wet glow of countless neon lights.

Fujiwara Izaya walked back.

Hearing footsteps, Kasahara Fukari slowly looked up at him, then quickly looked away. During this time, her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to speak, but ultimately she couldn't.

“I suddenly thought of a reason.” Fujiwara Izaya stood in front of her.

Kasahara Fukari moved her head back towards him.

“Anyway, we’re husband and wife, and you’re so clueless about romance…” Fujiwara Izaya carefully observed their expressions and said, “I’ll just tell them that I brought you here so you can learn techniques from the prostitutes. What do you think?”

"No!" Kasahara Fukaeri immediately turned her head to the other side.

"It's decided, this is the reason. Stop arguing, or I'll really go in alone..." Fujiwara Izaya muttered as he changed their striking appearances to those of ordinary people. Of course, in each other's eyes, they still looked the same.

After doing all this, he reached out and put his arm around Kasahara Fukaeri's waist.

Her soft, sexy waist, to be honest, didn't feel like her usual cool and aloof style at all, but he liked it.

Caught off guard by his embrace, Kasahara Fukari, holding an umbrella in one hand, pushed him away with her head, saying, "What are you doing!"

"Please, we're husband and wife, what's wrong with hugging?" Fujiwara Izaya looked at her in bewilderment. "Besides, it's a couples' tea room inside. If you won't let me hug you, do you want to go in and call a gigolo to accompany you?"

"..."

Kasahara Mieri was speechless.

Fujiwara Izaya put his arm around her waist and walked forward: "Let's go inside, Mrs. Fuka Eri."

As he spoke, his cheerful expression, devoid of any gloom, was like the clear, sparse air of the plateau, thin yet perfectly transparent. Kasahara Fukari hesitated for a few seconds, but didn't break free; she simply remained silently in his high heels as he held her.

The rain intensified, splashing water onto her stockings without her noticing. Frustrated, she recalled the conversation and realized she had been tricked by Fujiwara Izaya in her moment of agitation.

Why do I feel irritable?

Because he's going to find a prostitute...

But why should I care whether he goes to see prostitutes or not… Kasahara Fukaeri’s cheeks were slightly flushed as she looked at the neon lights shining through the peephole at the entrance of the lovers’ tea house. The evening breeze, carrying moisture, ruffled her hair. To Fujiwara Izaya, she was simply a goddess: neatly trimmed crescent eyebrows and clear eyes, a noble face, a dashing demeanor, and lips that were red and luscious.

"Eri Fuka is really tall."

"...It's because you're short."

"She's like a model, over 1.7 meters tall even barefoot, about the same height as me. With heels, she's over 1.8 meters tall, I have to stand on tiptoe to kiss you."

"...Who would let you kiss them!"

"And those legs, the more I look at them, the more alluring they become. Do you know what my rating of your legs would be?"

"do not know!"

"Food-grade legs."

"……abnormal!"

As they talked, just like any other young couple, they were drawn to the lovers' tea house and walked into the elevator leading to the "Oasis".

Inside the elevator, there was also a promotional poster that read, "A resting place for body and soul - an oasis."

oasis?

rest?

Damn it!

Kasahara Fukaeri has absolutely no desire to "rest" right now.

Based on her understanding of Fujiwara Izaya, she knew that once inside, she would be forced into a situation beyond her control by his coercion.

"Kang Dang"

The elevator doors opened.

A wide corridor.

Pink carpet, bright lights.

As they parted the slippery curtain in front of the elevator, Fujiwara Izaya walked out with his arm around Kasahara Mieri's soft waist.

The corridor was as bright as a supermarket, and the walls on both sides were covered with posters of sex workers, which included information on the types of services, the time of day, the prices, and photos of many young girls.

Some wore various uniforms, some wore sexy lingerie, and some simply covered their private parts with only three small pieces of cloth...

With Fujiwara Izaya holding her waist, Kasahara Fukami forced herself to walk forward.

At the end of the corridor was an iron gate, and just like last time, a potted Brazilian ironwood tree stood at the entrance. A surveillance camera was positioned diagonally above the door frame, its dark gray lens fixed on the area below the gate.

"Welcome. Do you have a reservation?"

The soft, rounded voice coming from the loudspeaker gave off a sensual feeling.

"No." Fujiwara Izaya looked up at the monitor above. "But this is my second time here. Last time I wanted to ask Ms. Shizuka out, but I couldn't."

"Oh, is that so..."

The sound paused for a moment.

Fujiwara Izaya looked away from the monitor.

"Please come in."

With a click, the metal door swung open heavily.

Instantly, a thick, tropical scent wafted over me, its aroma complex.

Compared to the bright fluorescent lights in the corridor, the interior was rather dim, with a light blue hue, similar to most couples' tea houses. Waitresses in white shirts, revealing their chests, and with brown-dyed hair occasionally walked by carrying trays, and a sign on the wall read "One free drink."

"Welcome."

A madam walked up quickly, carrying a thick register.

“We have many lovely girls here, please take a look.” The madam quickly flipped through the roster.

On page five, Fujiwara Izaya saw a photo of Shizuka. In the photo, she was wearing a black thong with a side stripe, her hands pressed against her chest, smiling at the camera, and her name was still Shizuka.

Seeing that Fujiwara Rinya's gaze was drawn to her, the madam seized the opportunity to introduce, "Sir, in addition to the services we offer, some girls are also willing to provide the full package. Of course, you'll need to discuss these matters with them personally once you're in the private room. How about it, if you have a girl you like right now, I can make a reservation for you."

"Is she here tonight?" Fujiwara Izaya asked, pointing to Shizuka's photo.

"Of course, Miss Shizuka works every night. She plays the piano exceptionally well, so her finger movements are very delicate, which is our specialty." The madam smiled gently as she said this. "That's why it costs 1 yen just to meet Miss Shizuka, and other services are charged separately."

"It's her," Fujiwara Izaya said directly.

The madam glanced at Kasahara Fukari, her voice slightly hesitant: "Shizuka is currently entertaining guests in the salon area, and there won't be a break for another half hour. Would you be willing to wait?"

"It's okay."

"Miss, you need to hire a gigolo..."

“She doesn’t need it!” Fujiwara Izaya answered as he helped Kasahara Fukari sit down, while reaching into her bag to take out his wallet, pulling out a 10,000 yen bill and handing it to the madam. “Take us to a seat. We don’t need a private room, we need a lounge area.”

The madam couldn't understand the relationship between the two for a moment.

But that's okay. People in this line of work have seen all sorts of strange customers.

As long as there's money to be made, anything is negotiable.

"Please come this way." The madam gently swayed her hips as she led the way.

Parting the pink curtain, one is greeted by rows of high-end red velvet high-backed sofas, which emit various strange noises.

This was the first time Kasahara Fukaeri had entered such a place at night.