I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Kasahara Fukari's lips curled into a mocking smile.

The curve was so small it was almost imperceptible; it was less of a mockery and more of an attempt to make her laugh.

In the aisle next to the sofa, a waitress in a short skirt brought over the food that had just been ordered.

The girl, who had a great figure and looks, wore a short skirt that accentuated her figure. When she bent down to bring the dishes to the table, the garter belt rings on her thighs would catch a glimpse of the food.

Fujiwara Izaya only glanced at it before Kasahara Fukari grabbed his ear and pulled his gaze back.

"I just glanced at it out of instinct..."

"Who cares whether you watch or not!"

"Then don't pull my ear."

"Just grab anyone you want. I'm your boss, your team leader. Do I have to report to you before I can grab anyone?"

As the two were talking, Miss Jingxia had already packed her things and left the sofa next to them. The male guest lay listlessly on the sofa, and after a while, he finally straightened his legs and shakily left.

"How pitiful. If it happened again, he would definitely be dried up by now," Fujiwara Izaya remarked.

“Let’s follow them.” Kasahara Fukari glanced at Shizuka as she left, and was about to get up.

“We haven’t eaten anything yet.” Fujiwara Izaya tugged at her arm.

"ah……"

Kasahara Fukaeri exclaimed in surprise.

Her waist, which she had just lifted, was suddenly pulled down again, and Fujiwara Izaya's head met hers, planting a kiss on her forehead. Once again, her perfect body was held tightly in his arms.

"You!" Kasahara Fukari was both angry and anxious.

"I'll feed you before I leave." Fujiwara Ryaya freed one hand and skillfully forked the steak, bringing it to her lips.

"No, I won't eat..." This way of feeding me is too embarrassing. Kasahara Fukari tilted her head back, her face turning incredibly red. Her gaze kept shifting between the couple entwined on the sofa next to her, and then stealing glances at Fujiwara Izaya's face. Her body slowly wriggled in his arms. "...If you keep doing this... I'm really going to get angry... No, this is too shameful. I'll eat, but don't feed me..."

"Okay, but I'm going to keep holding you," Fujiwara Izaya said with a smile.

“…Alright.” Kasahara Fukari sighed helplessly.

Fujiwara Izaya carried the food from the table to the sofa and poured a glass of wine.

"Pour me a glass too," Kasahara Fukari said, then fell silent and focused on eating.

She devoured the two-person Western meal in no time: pan-fried steak, potato salad, wakame seaweed with tuna, creamy trout, braised beef tenderloin with mushrooms, and foie gras salad.

It's quite strange that such a slender lady has such an unusually large appetite.

"Luckily, my family is rich now." Fujiwara Izaya looked relieved. "If it were before, I really wouldn't have been able to afford to support you."

"Use Meiji's money to support me?"

“Meiji’s money is our money too,” Fujiwara Izaya said shamelessly.

Kasahara Fukari rolled her eyes at him: "I have my own money, I don't need anyone to support me."

Is your salary enough?

"About that. I eat five meals a day, and my monthly salary is just enough to cover my food expenses."

What will happen to the children in the future?

“…Mind your own business!” Kasahara Fukari picked up her glass and took a sip of her drink. Looking at Fujiwara Izaya's obnoxious smile, she couldn't help but feel a surge of annoyance. She said coldly, “What kind of look is that? I'm not going to have a child with you…”

"What if it's a girl?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.

"Not bad, I like women too... Hey, get out of here, we need to get down to business."

"Hahaha……"

Fujiwara Izaya smiled and picked her up.

The policewoman had a stunning figure; her legs were smooth and lustrous, her body long and slender, without an ounce of excess fat. Despite having eaten so much that evening, her lower abdomen was completely flat. Touching it, the skin there remained thin, soft, and warm to the touch.

Kasahara Fukae patted his head.

So, Fujiwara Izaya put her down from his arms and let her sit on the sofa.

He then bent down to pick up the two high heels and slowly helped her put them on, taking the opportunity to touch her a few times as he did so. Kasahara Fukarei turned her face to the side, panting, silently enduring this service that felt almost frivolous to her.

The madam, who had disappeared for a long time, reappeared.

"Guests, Miss Jingxia, do you have time? Would you like to meet in the salon or in a private room?"

"Private room."

"Do you need any special services? Like role-playing or something, such as maids, flight attendants, teachers..."

Fujiwara Izaya looked up at Kasahara Mieri and answered without hesitation, "Maid!"

"..." Kasahara Fukari suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.

"Please follow me." The madam smiled gently.

Special services + private room + top-tier hostess.

She could make a hefty commission from these two customers.

"Eri Kasahara, I look forward to seeing what you've learned tonight." Fujiwara Izaya stood up and put his arm around Eri Kasahara's shoulder.

On the way to the private room with the madam, the policewoman's hair smelled particularly sweet in the murky air, her face was flushed, and she staggered a little. If Fujiwara Izaya hadn't been holding her waist the whole time, she might have already turned and run away.

The private rooms are located on the second floor, like an outdoor cafe, while several sets of tables and chairs are placed in the main hall.

The madam led the two guests to room 506 and gently pushed the door open, saying, "Please come in, guests. Have a good time."

Fujiwara Izaya had just stepped through the door.

"You're back, Master. If there's anything you need, you can ask Jingxia to handle it for you."

A seductive voice reached his ears, and Fujiwara Izaya looked down to see Shizuka, a fox spirit dressed in a black maid outfit, kneeling in the narrow entryway. She said, "Please come in. The timer will start as soon as the door is unlocked."

“Miss Shizuka, could I trouble you with something?” Fujiwara Izaya asked.

Jingxia looked up and, seeing a man and a woman at the door, her expression showed slight surprise. But she quickly put on a charming, business-like smile and asked sweetly, "Master, what can I do for you?"

“It’s like this, I want to make my wife a little more interesting, so please…” Fujiwara Izaya pushed the dazed Kasahara Fukaeri inside, “Please let my wife change into a maid outfit and learn something from you.”

"..."

Kasahara Fukaeri's eyes went black.

A complex and unfamiliar sense of shame instantly swept over her, causing her body to tremble uncontrollably.

Chapter 179.

inside the room.

Fujiwara Izaya finished his bath and changed into a yukata.

I ordered a bottle of Coke from the waiter and sat down on a chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

The atmosphere in the brothel room late at night was quite ambiguous. From the changing room next door, there was a rustling sound. Fujiwara Izaya looked at the half-open door, listened to the sound of changing clothes, took a couple of sips of cola, and placed it on the low white table in front of him.

Turn on the light switch.

The light illuminated the private room, revealing a large pink bed, bedside tables, a wardrobe, and various massage oils on the coffee table. Fujiwara Izaya walked through the room and arrived at Shizuka's handbag on the table.

The handbag was opened, and a regular-looking makeup box could be vaguely seen inside.

Fujiwara Izaya glanced towards the door, quickly took out his makeup box and opened it. Then he called out Kagami-hime and hid her in the small mirror inside the makeup box.

I had just put the makeup box back when the door behind me opened.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I really feel bad. Your wife said she's not used to having someone help her change her clothes..." Miss Jingxia smiled, her voice as pleasant as a spring breeze.

Fujiwara Izaya looked at her face again.

She doesn't look her age; she could be 25 or 35. Her breasts are perfectly full, and there isn't a single wrinkle around her eyes. Her face is very pretty, with alluring features—the kind of face that immediately reveals she's a slut.

"Let her dress herself," Fujiwara Izaya said kindly.

"Actually, Jingxia really wanted to help Madam change her clothes." Miss Jingxia pressed her hand to her chest, the maid's outfit outlining the full curves of her breasts. "Judging from appearance, although Madam is not as beautiful as Jingxia, her figure is definitely better than Jingxia's."

My Eri Fukamoto is much prettier and more elegant than you... Fujiwara Izaya thought to himself with a hint of disdain.

"Oh, I'm sorry, it was Shizuka who spoke out of turn." At this moment, a look of fear suddenly appeared on Shizuka's face. She immediately knelt down humbly, looking at Fujiwara Izaya's toes. "Shizuka shouldn't have commented on Madam. Please punish Shizuka, Master."

Perfect posture!

Fujiwara Izaya looked down at her and asked curiously, "What kinds of punishments are there?"

“It depends on what Master likes…” Jingxia raised her waist, looking at him with a charming expression, “Currently popular training methods, such as blindfolded bondage play with eggs inserted, are all acceptable to Jingxia. Slightly more excessive and shameful experiences… as long as Master likes them, Jingxia will not have any objections.”

“Hmm…” Fujiwara Izaya seemed to be deep in thought.

"Bound play was too agonizing for Jingxia," Miss Jingxia said, placing her hand on her collar. "Being bound and forced to take jump shots, the frustration of wanting to do it but not getting it burned inside her. That kind of pain made Jingxia feel like she was living a life worse than death..."

As she spoke, she slightly pulled open the collar of her maid outfit.

A patch of snow-white skin was revealed.

Fujiwara Izaya stared intently at the enemy situation.

"Master, you won't make Jingxia uncomfortable, will you..." Miss Jingxia gasped for breath, her chest heaving. Her charming face instantly turned bright red, as if she couldn't breathe properly, making one want to help her vent.

"Miss Jingxia..."

"Just call me Jingxia or Little Bitch."

Miss Jingxia's voice is very charming, yet it also contains a touch of fragility.

She makes you want to cherish her, but at the same time, you can't help but want to abuse her to death.

As expected of a fox spirit… Fujiwara Izaya’s breathing became heavier, and he said with difficulty, “Uh, well, I brought my wife with me, this isn’t appropriate…”

"Is Jingxia inferior to Madam?"

Miss Jingxia suddenly stood up and walked towards him.

Seeing Fujiwara Izaya's flushed face, a hint of smugness flashed through her mind. Based on the principle of not refusing free blood and energy offered to her, she spread her arms, hooked her arms around Fujiwara Izaya's neck, pressed herself against him, looked at him from his arms, and said in a soft and charming tone, "Master, do whatever you want to do, and Jingxia will play with you however you wish."

"..."

"Master, Master..." Miss Jingxia murmured, calling out as she nuzzled his chin with her nose like a female fox rubbing against a male fox. "Please don't pity Jingxia."