I have an unlimited number of shikigami

However, Tokyo is so big, and there are so many perverts among humans, she was only slightly surprised and didn't think much of it. Looking at Fujiwara Izaya, she said, "Please take off your clothes."

Fujiwara Izaya immediately stripped himself down to his underwear.

Immediately afterward, without waiting for Miss Jingxia's instructions, he automatically lay down on the massage cushion.

With an innocent, naive smile, Ms. Shizuka said to Kasahara Fukaeri, "Your husband is very experienced; it must be more than his first time in a place like this."

Kasahara Fukari glared at her impatiently.

Do I really need you to remind me that Mei Kee is making him a bubble bath?

Miss Jingxia chuckled self-deprecatingly, turned around, drew the curtains, and turned off the lights, leaving only a pink ambient lamp on. In the dim light, Fujiwara Rinya lay on the mat, motionless, waiting quietly.

It was so quiet that you could hear someone swallowing.

Kasahara Fukaeri then realized that the person swallowing was herself... She felt as if she had stepped into a place she had never heard of or seen before. Like the bottom of the Mariana Trench or the surface of Mars, a place from which there was no way to escape unscathed.

"Here, take this. I'll be there to guide you." Miss Jingxia handed her the prepared essential oil.

Kasahara Fukari leaned forward slightly and knelt on the air cushion.

Fujiwara Izaya tilted his head slightly, his pert buttocks stretching the black pencil skirt to a round, taut shape, creating an alluring silhouette. His long, graceful legs were framed by sheer stockings that subtly revealed the texture of his skin. His thighs were drawn inwards, his calves slightly parted, displaying a soft, beautiful curve.

"Close your eyes!"

Kasahara Fukaeri poked his cheek without any hesitation.

The sharp pink nails left a mark on his face that quickly faded.

"First, you need to evenly coat your hands with the essential oil," Ms. Jingxia instructed from the side.

"Whoo~"

Kasahara Fukaeri took a breath.

She twirled her hands in the small wooden basin filled with essential oils, then bent down and placed her cool fingers on Fujiwara Izaya's chest.

"Hiss~" Fujiwara Izaya was enjoying himself.

Kasahara Fukari blushed briefly in the pink light, then straightened her face and warned him, "Don't make any strange noises."

"This feels so comfortable."

Fujiwara Izaya felt like his pores were bubbling.

Kasahara Fukari remained silent, simply lowering her head and massaging in a daze.

This kind of bubble bath-like massage was something Mrs. Mei often gave Fujiwara Izaya, so he was familiar with it. However, under Fuka Eri's hands, it was a completely new feeling. She wasn't as skilled as Mrs. Mei, and her massage wasn't as comfortable, but appreciating her current shy charm was the most beautiful thing.

"You need to massage your whole body," Miss Jingxia reminded her from the side, while raising her hands to guide her on the massage points and positions.

Kasahara Fukari's hands were fair and smooth, and she patted Fujiwara Izaya's chest repeatedly.

Soon after, her breathing became rapid, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. Her soft hands moved down from his shoulders, leaving no part of his body untouched.

"There's a leak somewhere," Miss Jingxia pointed out.

Kasahara Fukaeri pretended not to hear.

“She’s shy,” Fujiwara Izaya explained.

"Ah~" Miss Jingxia sighed softly, saying with some regret, "Even from a distance, I can feel the warmth. And judging from the outline, Master is too amazing. Why don't you let Jingxia help you?"

“No need!” Kasahara Fukaeri said coldly.

Seeing the murderous intent in her eyes, Fujiwara Izaya quickly said, "She's the one who calls the shots at home."

"That's a real shame..." Miss Jingxia swallowed hard, feeling a pang of resentment.

Judging from this customer's muscular physique and the size of his penis, he has a 100% perfect body. It would be a shame not to take advantage of him.

The next thirty minutes were a long journey.

On Fujiwara Izaya's muscular body, there were hills and plateaus, forests and springs. Kasahara Fukari, half-coerced and half-willing, enjoyed it with her eyes, confirmed it with her fingertips, and lightly touched it with the tip of her nose... After the massage, she rested for a while, wiped the sweat from her forehead with a towel, and still had a small piece of unmelted ice in her mouth.

Fujiwara Izaya sat cross-legged on the cushion and took a few deep breaths.

Kasahara Fukae gave him a wink.

"Miss Shizuka, could you please step outside for a moment?" Fujiwara Rinya turned to Shizuka and asked, "My wife and I have some things to take care of, and she's a little uncomfortable if you're here."

What business do the couple have to take care of?

Miss Jingxia certainly knows.

Despite her reluctance, she had no choice but to leave first.

Kasahara Fukari flipped off the air mattress, walked to the window, and pulled the thin cord by the window to open the heavy curtains. The rain had stopped sometime earlier, and the dazzling night view of Tokyo poured its light into the room.

The colorful lights on Tokyo Tower, the east side of the highway, the headlights of cars, the window lights of skyscrapers, and the colorful neon lights all blend together to create the unique glow of the metropolis, illuminating the room.

Fujiwara Izaya lay on his side, looking at her by the window.

Because of her sweat, a pleasant fragrance wafted on the night breeze. Her skin was unusually rosy, and under the neon lights, it looked so tender it seemed to drip with moisture. And her black stockings, stained with essential oils, became shiny and lustrous.

The wind picked up a bit, and as she calmed her breathing, she pressed down on her character's long hair, which was being blown about by the wind. Her right hand was half-raised, the sleeve of her maid outfit rolled up, revealing her fair, slender, reflective forearm.

“Eri Fuka,” he called out.

“You seem to have forgotten the mission we came here for,” Kasahara Fukari said coldly.

Fujiwara Izaya walked towards her, stopping behind her, his voice becoming as gentle as the clouds in the sky: "I've never forgotten. Whether it was joining Section 9, taking you back to the Hidden Town, or coaxing you into the Lovers' Tea House, it was all to melt your heart."

Kasahara Fukari turned around, sat on the windowsill, and glanced at him with her clear eyes.

Under the neon lights, the boy's skin looked exceptionally beautiful, and his cheeks glowed with vibrant energy. He gave himself a simple, honest smile, which made her smile involuntarily.

After looking at each other for a while, Fujiwara Izaya opened his arms.

"What are you doing?" Kasahara Fukaeri asked coldly.

"A free hug." Fujiwara Izaya clapped his hands in the air, indicating that she didn't need to be polite and could just hug him.

Kasahara Fukaeri sighed deeply.

"Hurry up and hug me if you want," she said resignedly.

"This isn't like you!"

"I was prepared."

"That's right. Just so you know, we're about to enter the honeymoon phase, and it'll be too late to regret it. This is your 'destined' one."

His English pronunciation had a Meiji-era feel to it… Kasahara Fukaeri muttered to herself.

"My what?" she repeated, feigning ignorance.

“It’s destiny!” Fujiwara Izaya repeated playfully, opening his arms to gently encircle her slender waist, bringing his nose close to hers, and lingeringly inhaling the faint fragrance of her hair. It was the scent of maple leaves dampened by rain, a unique, elegant, and noble aroma.

Kasahara Mieri sighed for the second time, grabbing his hand impatiently: "Don't touch me like that..."

As soon as she opened her mouth, Fujiwara Izaya immediately smiled.

The policewoman's voice was a little hoarse.

Her usually aloof face now showed a touch of shy cuteness.

Her face was slightly flushed, and in the instant the wind tousled her hair, her expression was as captivating as if she were listening to her boyfriend recount their little secrets. This fleeting charm was truly mesmerizing, and one had to admit that her breasts were indeed quite large and full.

Kasahara Fukari remained silent.

She seemed angry, or perhaps it was just too embarrassing to face him directly. With a cold face, she turned away and continued to gaze at the dazzling Tokyo night view outside the window without expression.

With his arms wrapped around her waist from behind, Fujiwara Izaya looked out the window with her.

Before me lay the brightly lit Shinjuku, to my right the equally dazzling Ikebukuro, and to my left, a vast expanse of parks stretching out near Shibuya. Behind countless windows of countless buildings lay countless secrets of individuals. In this sprawling metropolis, those secrets seemed small, yet precious.

Kasahara Fukaeri's eyelashes trembled slightly.

The eyes, reflecting the lights, shimmered and were like the lake water at sunset, mesmerizing and dreamlike.

The warmth of the boy's palm, like fire, penetrated the thin stockings and scorched the skin of her thighs... She remembered that afternoon at the waterfall in Yushan, when Fujiwara Izaya was only wearing his underwear and was being washed in the water, looking so carefree and a little childlike.

I remember that grand wedding.

I recall the changes in how he addressed her, from "Miss Kasahara" to "Miss Fukaeri" and back to "Miss Fukaeri".

All of this happened in a very short time, so short that she didn't even have time to react before she was dazedly pulled into his arms. Her nose was filled with his clean and refreshing scent, exactly the same as the air in Yushan, as delightful as a spring breeze or winter sunshine.

“Eri Fuka.” Fujiwara Izaya gently stroked her lower abdomen with his fingertips.

Kasahara Fukaeri's body involuntarily tensed up.

Like the perpetually frozen ice deep within Antarctica, it possesses none of the intense heat that Shiranui should have.

"Eri Fuka." Fujiwara Izaya kissed her hair and whispered in her ear.

Her voice was as gentle as the breeze that fluttered the pages of a book.

"Um……"

Kasahara Fukaeri responded.

My body trembled slightly. The feeling wasn't uncomfortable; on the contrary, it was a kind of unprecedented pleasure.

Fujiwara Izaya gently turned her face towards him. Her face, lightly powdered, was perfectly made up. The slight upturn beneath her eyes created a soft, natural curve, and her lips, painted with lipstick, were full and soft.

The woman's body temperature and soft touch, along with her captivating expression, made Fujiwara Izaya unable to resist bringing his lips close to her moist lips.

"……no."

Kasahara Fukari went limp in his arms, but reached out to cover her lips.

Her eyes, twinkling, conveyed the message that 'our relationship with you is not yet at the point of kissing,' as if she had forgotten that the two of them were already married.

“Even though we’re already married…” Fujiwara Izaya whispered, his face close to hers.

Kasahara Fukari's gaze fell upon his dark eyes as she looked at her own reflection: "Wait a little longer..."

“It’s not impossible, I have patience.” Fujiwara Izaya gently stroked her cheek, feeling her delicate skin. “You can’t run away anyway, there’s plenty of time… I can hold you anytime, hold your hand anytime, and do so many things with you.”

"For example?" A hint of joy appeared in Kasahara Fukaeri's eyes.

"Having a baby..."

"Snapped--"

Fujiwara Izaya received a light slap on the face, but his expression remained unchanged.