I have an unlimited number of shikigami

In situations like these, decisiveness is crucial.

The battle has already begun, and there's no point in thinking about how to avoid it now. Even if we die, we'll die like men!

Fujiwara Izaya resolutely fed the beef he had personally fried into Mrs. Kasahara's mouth.

Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, the beef is coated in a rich sauce and has absorbed the smooth texture of the egg yolk. Every bite is a heavenly delight. Mrs. Kasahara squinted her eyes and leaned on Fujiwara Izaya's shoulder with a look of utter bliss: "Mmm, Fujiwara-kun...it's so delicious."

Mrs. Hoshimi is really angry this time.

She possessed an elegant and ethereal air, and could not shamelessly act coquettishly like Kasahara Himeko, so she could only watch helplessly as her best friend completely took over Fujiwara Izaya.

But that's okay. She may not be good at acting cute or charming, but her fighting skills are just as good as her best friend's.

Seeing that Mrs. Hoshimi was about to lose her temper, Fujiwara Izaya quickly shook off Mrs. Kasahara and went behind her to massage her shoulders: "Chairman Kasahara is too scary. You must protect me tonight."

The chill between Mrs. Hoshimi's brows dissipated.

She covered her lips with her fan, her voice and eyes filled with laughter as she spoke to her best friend: "Oh, who was it that said I was a complete failure before?"

Mrs. Kasahara looked at Fujiwara Izaya expressionlessly.

"Please, stop messing with me..." Fujiwara Izaya hid behind Mrs. Hoshimi, desperately trying to wink at her.

Mrs. Kasahara chuckled.

Faced with her best friend's provocation, she tilted her head back, revealing her swan-like, slender white neck.

“As sisters, I can’t keep all the good stuff to myself. It’s fine if you get to use it.” After saying this, she made a claw with her left hand and placed it against her cheek, giving Fujiwara Izaya a cute look: “Meow~”

This woman is terrifying... Fujiwara Izaya's grip became erratic.

Mrs. Hoshimi turned around, blushing slightly, and punched his chest lightly, saying, "You hurt me."

"It's all Aunt Himeko's fault!" Fujiwara Izaya shifted the blame.

"Ignore this crazy woman, you'll stay right behind me tonight," Mrs. Hoshimi said calmly.

Fujiwara Izaya gently squeezed her smooth, fragrant shoulders: "I'll do as you say."

“That’s more like it.” Mrs. Hoshimi gave her best friend a smug, provocative look.

Mrs. Kasahara let out a long "Oh".

Her expression showed absolutely no signs of jealousy or dissatisfaction.

But Fujiwara Izaya knew that if he really hid behind Mrs. Hoshimi all night, he wouldn't be able to have a peaceful night.

“I also want to hide behind Miko-neechan for the rest of my life, but as a man, I can’t be so cowardly.” He cleverly found an excuse for himself and sat back down in the main seat. “Have the two chairpersons noticed the problem with this ship?”

"Do you even need to tell me?" Mrs. Kasahara said, playing with the beer she was pouring into her glass.

Rich foam rises in the cup.

Fujiwara Izaya said in a flattering tone, "Just the sound and smell alone are enough to make me drink several beers."

"Then you can drink to your heart's content, Miko and I will take care of the beef."

"what?"

"It's a deal, haha..."

The two ladies exchanged a glance and simultaneously broke into happy smiles.

"Fat, juicy meat is bad for your health," Fujiwara Izaya earnestly advised.

"Cows eat grass, so this isn't a beef hot pot, it's a grass hot pot. Since it's grass, there's no need to worry about fat and calories, we can just eat it to our heart's content."

“Miss Himeko, idealism is not advisable. Besides… these days cows rarely eat grass.”

"Did the cows grow up drinking beer while listening to Beethoven?"

"So, you're saying we're drinking beer and eating beer at the same time?"

Mrs. Kasahara clapped her hands triumphantly: "It's as strange as eating rice with rice."

"Alright, let's get down to business." Mrs. Hoshimi interrupted their banter, "Let's get back to the issue of this ship."

“Yes, that’s a big problem.” Mrs. Kasahara gently patted Fujiwara Izaya’s cheek with her small hand. “Little guy, you’re definitely plotting something naughty, like doing something shameful to your two young, beautiful but weak mothers-in-law on the vast ocean?”

Delicate and powerless?

Does it refer to the kind of punch that can cause a nuclear explosion?

Fujiwara Izaya picked up his glass and took a sip of ice-cold beer to cool down his rising body temperature: "I'd like to exorcise demons with you two."

Mrs. Kasahara picked up her pipe from the table and gave him a charming look: "Don't take advantage of your mother when you're exorcising demons."

I'm afraid you'll take advantage of me... Fujiwara Izaya bent down to light her cigarette.

Flames ignited, and Mrs. Kasahara pouted her red lips, exhaling white smoke like a steam train.

However, as if she didn't smoke, she immediately started coughing violently. Fujiwara Izaya patted her back and scolded, "Stop pretending to be a Showa beauty..."

Mrs. Kasahara raised her flushed face and smiled sweetly at him.

"Fujiwara-kun, did you do something to Himeko?" Mrs. Hoshimi rested her elbows on the low table, looking at Fujiwara Izaya with a displeased expression.

"You want to know?" Fujiwara Izaya asked in return.

Mrs. Hoshimi nodded.

The next second, one of her legs under the table was grabbed by Fujiwara Izaya.

"Eh?"

Mrs. Hoshimi was immediately stunned.

His fair and sexy bare feet were held firmly in Fujiwara Izaya's hands.

The scorching palm completely covered her skin, and the touch of it against her cold skin was like a perfect match between a hot summer day and a refreshing popsicle.

So that's how it is... Mrs. Hoshimi found out.

Her calves curled up, trying to pull back, but she couldn't muster any strength. To make matters worse, her best friend across from her seemed to know something, and asked with a strange smile, "Why isn't Miko asking any more questions?"

"I don't want to know about your business..." Mrs. Hoshimi turned her face away embarrassedly and looked out the window. Her flushed cheeks, illuminated by the bright yellow light, looked more charming and noble than usual.

Mrs. Kasahara gave Fujiwara Izaya a reproachful look.

Miko, who had been bullied by her since childhood, might be seen as an unattainable goddess by outsiders, but she had a submissive nature in front of those she was close to. Back in Nan Yindou's time, wasn't she the one who was tricked by her best friend in this way?

Mrs. Hoshimi's small feet were as clumsy and delicate as a young girl's.

The soles of the feet are warm and smooth like jade, and the heels are plump and smooth with a beautiful curve.

Without even looking down, one could tell what a perfect jade foot it was… Fujiwara Izaya held it in his hands and rubbed it, speaking in a serious tone: “Nearly one-third of the directors of the entire Kanto branch have come to this cruise ship.”

When it came to serious matters, Mrs. Hoshimi's bound feet stopped struggling.

Fujiwara Izaya continued playing, suppressing her embarrassment, her delicate and beautiful face displaying a calm expression: "In addition, one-third of the directors went to Nasu Highlands, and currently only one-third of the forces remaining in Tokyo are left."

"The head of the Tsuchimikado family has also gone to Nasu Highlands," Mrs. Kasahara added. "In terms of high-end combat power, Tokyo currently only has Master Kobun. The fact that they went to such lengths to get us out means... Tokyo will definitely be in chaos within three days."

"Then why did you two come together?" Fujiwara Rin asked listlessly.

Facing two mothers-in-law at the same time is really too difficult. If he weren't always brave, he might have been driven crazy by the torment.

"Don't you love me anymore?" Mrs. Kasahara asked him with a wronged expression.

"..."

Fujiwara Izaya stared at her speechlessly.

“I dressed up really nicely for you.” As she spoke, Mrs. Kasahara pulled down her collar a little.

Before even seeing what was inside, Mrs. Hoshimi's foot, which was being held, kicked Fujiwara Izaya's lower abdomen.

Voila.

Miko's mother is unhappy.

Chapter 189. My Lovely Mothers-in-Law

Mrs. Kasahara continued to smoke lazily.

She held the mouthpiece of the hookah in her mouth, making popping sounds, seemingly enjoying the sensation of exhaling smoke. However, she didn't dare inhale any more smoke; she only held it in her mouth for a while before exhaling it all.

Fujiwara Izaya held Hoshimi's small feet in his hands, but his gaze was fixed on her.

"Whoo~"

Mrs. Kasahara blew a puff of smoke at him.

Seeing him shake his head in disgust to disperse the smoke, the esteemed chairperson smiled charmingly and said, "Hmm, teasing you like this is quite amusing. It feels like an innocent young boy being toyed with by a mature succubus, doesn't it?"

Fujiwara Rin ignored her and looked at Mrs. Hoshimi's slightly flushed face: "Why did you get on the ship?"

"She pulled me up here," Mrs. Hoshimi said, pointing to her best friend.

Her little feet were burning from being touched, but she remained dignified and elegant, as obedient as a docile cat.

Fujiwara Izaya could only look at Mrs. Kasahara again: "Don't tell me you came along just to tease me, right?"

“I’m not that bored.” Mrs. Kasahara stretched lazily, her collar half-open, her cheeks flushed like a goddess intoxicated. “As long as Miko and I are in Tokyo, they won’t dare to act rashly. Instead of being on guard all the time, we might as well give them a chance and let them attack on their own.”

"What if you get trapped and can't get out?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.

“I share the same concern,” Mrs. Hoshimi chimed in. “Before we came, I said that since the enemy dared to invite us, even if they don’t have the ability to eliminate us, they must have ways to delay us. We can’t get on this ship.”

Fujiwara Izaya tightened his grip, scolding, "Then why did you go along with her nonsense?"

"Yeah~"

Mrs. Hoshimi let out a soft gasp, her cheeks puffing out slightly in anger.

Her cheeks flushed even more, her chest heaving slightly. She didn't speak, but stared wide-eyed at her presumptuous son-in-law, seemingly sulking.

"I understand, Himeko forced you to do it." Fujiwara Izaya smiled as if a spring breeze had just touched his face.

Mrs. Hoshimi snorted angrily, "Good that you know!"

He then looked at Mrs. Kasahara: "Are you absolutely certain?"

Mrs. Kasahara smiled and asked, "Of course not." She raised her eyes, stretched her supple body lazily, and asked, "Of course not."

Looking at her slightly coquettish smile, Mrs. Hoshimi, whose cheeks were flushed from the teasing, glared resentfully at her best friend with her clear, autumn-water-like eyes: "Then why did you bring me here..."