I have an unlimited number of shikigami

In the dim light, only the vague outlines of the figures and their movements could be seen, and the occasional cries of women could be heard.

After they were seated on the sofa, the madam used a pen-shaped flashlight to illuminate the menu and let them order drinks.

Fujiwara Rin also ordered a bottle of wine and some snacks.

"Please wait a moment, it will be delivered right away." The madam bowed and left.

Kasahara Fukari shifted her gaze, noticing that the sofa to the side was the same one Shizuka used to greet guests. The fox-girl, dressed as a high school student, was kneeling on a guest's lap, her high-perched buttocks seemingly intentionally displayed for all to see.

As he watched, Fujiwara Izaya took her arm and suddenly lifted her up with a strong pull.

"ah……"

Kasahara Fukaeri collapsed into his arms.

Faintly, you can hear the sound of high heels hitting the ground, but there's only one.

The other high heel dangled from her toes, its allure captivating, almost slipping off.

“Eri Kasahara, to avoid arousing suspicion,” Fujiwara Izaya whispered in her ear, his hands on Eri Kasahara’s back, “please start cooperating with me now… don’t be a coward, you’re the one who came here of your own accord.”

The itching around her ears gave Kasahara Fukaeri goosebumps all over her body.

She placed one hand on Fujiwara Izaya's shoulder and gently pushed his face away with the other, saying, "You... you're too strong, you jerk, don't touch me—"

Chapter 178. Maid Eri's Plan

In the dim light of the pinkish-blue lamp, Fujiwara Izaya raised his legs and placed his feet on the coffee table.

Kasahara Fukari sat in his lap, her back against his legs, gazing out the window with an extremely bored and weary expression. Not far from the window was the densely packed Nishi-Shinjuku area of ​​Tokyo, where rows of office buildings, like pillars supporting Tokyo's rain clouds, gleamed in the dark rain.

On the sofa to the side, Jingxia transformed into a smiling woman.

But it wasn't a seductive smile; it was a dangerous one, like a fox preparing to pounce. Fujiwara Izaya glanced sideways and saw her slightly raise her hips as she began serving the customer the AF set meal.

Hearing the commotion, Kasahara Fukaeri glanced over there.

She glanced at it briefly, then immediately looked away, pretending she hadn't seen anything and continued gazing at the night sky outside the window.

"They are collecting human blood and qi in this way," Fujiwara Rinya whispered in her ear.

“I know,” Kasahara Fukari replied casually, “but we have no right to arrest her unless she causes irreversible damage to humans.”

"If thousands or tens of thousands of fox women collect it together, the amount would be quite considerable."

"Maybe it really is."

"The collected blood and energy will eventually be given to Tamamo-no-Mae."

“I thought so too.” Kasahara Fukari finally turned her gaze back to Fujiwara Izaya’s face and spoke, “Do you remember Mrs. Tanimura whom we saw in Nan'indou?”

“Milk tea…” Fujiwara Izaya’s mind conjured up that image, and a strange smile appeared on his lips: “The collected blood and qi can actually be gathered together in that way. Fox demons… what a strange race.”

Kasahara Fukari felt a chill run down her spine from his smile.

"What are you laughing at?" she asked coldly.

"I absolutely did not expect my aunt to give me milk tea," Fujiwara Izaya said with a nonchalant expression.

This expression fueled Kasahara Fukaeri's anger.

"Who cares about that!"

"Hey, wasn't that what made you angry just now?"

"You're just being delusional!"

"Alright, Eri-neechan, we should be more honest. If you keep saying one thing and meaning another, it will disrupt our current work."

"Your argument is ridiculous. If I have to listen to you even in what I say, wouldn't I become your slave?"

"A haughty policewoman... a slave, seems quite nice!"

Kasahara Fukari stared at him expressionlessly: "I should take my leave."

"A girl as special as you, saying 'I should take my leave' like those petty girls, don't you feel embarrassed?" Fujiwara Izaya still had that cheeky, irritating look on his face, gently stroking her soft belly with both hands. "A policewoman named Fuka Eri should exude an aura of sacred inviolability. Or rather, you should hit me, throw me, your subordinate who dared to offend you, out the window, what do you think?"

Kasahara Fukae glanced out the window subconsciously, seemingly considering the feasibility of this method.

But in the end, she didn't do that, nor did she say anything. She simply tried to stand up and leave his embrace. However, Fujiwara Izaya reacted quickly, instantly removing the high heel from her other foot and grabbing her ankles with both hands, causing her to fall back down.

"..."

A chill ran through Kasahara Fukaeri's heart.

It wasn't that she disliked his behavior, but rather that she was terrified that after so many times, her own will to resist was slowly weakening. If things continued like this, then falling for him was only a matter of time... Kasahara Fukari's slender ankle was held by him, and she stared blankly at his face. In the heart of this special boy, it seemed as if a pure and innocent angelic soul resided... a soul without evil, but one that loved to try all sorts of pranks.

Fujiwara Izaya rubbed her taut thigh skin with his hands, his eyes scanning the situation next door.

Just then, Miss Jingxia suddenly sensed something and turned her head to look this way.

Before she could look over, Fujiwara Rinya had already looked away and buried his face in Kasahara Mieri's body. Kasahara Mieri's face was flushed, and she was slightly bent over, holding his head in her hands.

“Eri Fuka…”

"W-what..."

The policewoman's voice trembled slightly, like a little lab rat.

“I can’t breathe… But don’t worry about it. If my pain makes you happier, then it’s worth it. Please let me suffocate in your arms… You’ll feel a great sense of accomplishment sending your husband to heaven this way.”

Kasahara Fukaeri gritted her teeth.

She didn't even utter a sound.

The boy's words, spoken like a spoiled child, seemed somewhat amusing to her. Once he calmed down, she slumped weakly, and the two of them nestled together on the sofa, waiting quietly.

Fujiwara Izaya picked up a tissue from the table and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"Don't take advantage of me like that again next time..." Kasahara Fukari looked him straight in the eye and said with a heavy nasal tone, "Whether you like me or hate me, I'll accept it for now. But if you bring up your weird theories about love again or touch me inappropriately, I really won't talk to you anymore."

Fujiwara Izaya blinked.

At this moment, Kasahara Fukari's back was against his legs, her ankles being held and played with by him. Clearly in a controlled position, her words carried a rare touch of feminine charm.

"Your attitude is wrong. You may seem cold, but you are actually surrounded by intense emotions. The chairman's fire, Xiangxiang's fire, and the sweet fire of a handsome young man surround you from all sides."

Upon hearing this, Kasahara Fukari frowned.

"Thinking that you can keep going like this as long as you keep a cold heart is a big mistake." Fujiwara Izaya moved his fingers and gently tickled the soles of her feet, which were covered by stockings. "Ice will eventually be melted by fire, no matter how thick the ice is, even if it is an iceberg."

Kasahara Fukaeri curled up her toes as if tickled, and a blush rose on her neck.

Fujiwara Izaya looked directly at her, and she glanced away slightly. Then she pulled her hands away from his neck and crossed her arms, letting out a soft "hmm" before asking, "Even an iceberg like me is the same?"

“An iceberg as lovely and beautiful as you will melt into an even more spectacular sight. Why do you have any doubts? Your attitude is quite wrong.”

"Are you going to lecture me?" Kasahara Fukaeri asked, her eyes lowered.

"What's wrong with preaching? Nothing is stronger than the power of love and affection, isn't it? Ice cannot withstand fire. The only way to fight fire is to generate an even fiercer fire within yourself, so that you can extinguish the original flame."

"I am fire..."

"I'm talking about the fire of passion; in this respect, your heat is even weaker than that of the Snow Woman."

Kasahara Fukari didn't say anything.

He neither nodded nor shook his head to express his opinion, but slowly withdrew his long legs, his two black-stockinged feet tucking into his lower abdomen.

"If you can't generate heat yourself, you'll eventually be infected by the heat around you, making yourself hot as well. This is called the law of conservation of energy, a great rule of physics that you can't break with your own will alone..." Fujiwara Izaya said strange things with a chuckle, as usual.

In Kasahara Fukaeri's view, his tone seemed to have a kind of magic.

Even though she knew that what he was saying was all nonsense, and that she could tell it was utter rubbish without even having to analyze it carefully, she still found the conversation enjoyable. Originally, she had been keeping her back straight and keeping her distance, but she unconsciously softened her posture and gently leaned against him.

Fujiwara Izaya grabbed her waist.

He pressed his cheek against hers and whispered, "Is it okay?"

"No." Kasahara Fukari, like a stern older sister, pried off Fujiwara Izaya's hands that were wrapped around her waist.

"You are still ice."

"No, I am fire, so I will not melt."

“You’re just a fake fire.” Fujiwara Izaya hugged her tightly, leaned back on the sofa, and looked at her delicate face so close to his. “Miss Shiranui, you’re a piece of ice that’s about to melt. How long are you going to keep up this stubbornness?”

Kasahara Fukaeri used a woman's ultimate weapon—silence.

During the silence, she had a slight urge to smoke, but since meeting Fujiwara Izaya, she rarely smoked and no longer carried cigarettes with her. Not knowing where to find a cigarette for the moment, she simply resisted the urge.

Holding her soft waist in his arms, Fujiwara Izaya felt incredibly comfortable.

Her body was always dry and comfortable; pressing my ear against her cheek felt like being on a clear, sunny afternoon. Her two beautiful legs, encased in stockings, were as soft as dry cotton, allowing my fingers to trace graceful arcs with ease.

"I absolutely love Eri's legs!"

"Really?" Kasahara Fukae asked casually, seemingly not quite believing it.

“One hundred percent true!” Fujiwara Izaya said. “If you ask how much I love it, it’s like watching ‘2001: A Space Odyssey’.”

Do you know how I see you?

"Are you still undecided about whether you're a good or bad mental patient?"

"Mostly correct."

"Actually, my character isn't that bad. I may be somewhat extreme, stubborn, and overconfident, but I'm not mentally ill."

“I won’t call you crazy,” Kasahara Fukari tapped his forehead with her fingertips, “but the impression I have of you does waver between good quality and bad quality…”

“A husband with bad character is still a husband,” Fujiwara Izaya said nonchalantly.

"I've had enough of this married life. I'm getting a divorce tomorrow," Kasahara Fukaeri said, her cheeks slightly flushed.

Then she found it somewhat amusing, and couldn't help but let the corners of her mouth curve slightly upwards, her smile looking like sweet rain falling on a grassland. Her left wrist gently tapped Fujiwara Izaya's forehead; her hand was smooth, slender, and unadorned.

“There are still many procedures to go through before the official divorce. It’s very troublesome,” Fujiwara Izaya said.

Kasahara Fukari narrowed her eyes: "It's up to you."

"I wouldn't know how either, since this is my first divorce."

“You can’t rely on anything.” Kasahara Fukari’s lips were pressed into a straight line as she gripped his shoulders with both hands. “As a man, you’re terrible.”

“Well, let’s not separate for now.” Fujiwara Rin confidently poked his temple with his index finger. “I have a talent: whether they are human or yokai, as long as they stay with me for a long time, they will become deeply dependent on me… including my boss.”