I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Inside the room, the three women had just finished showering and were only wearing light bathrobes.

"What's wrong?" Yukino Riho asked.

Kawashima Miki casually lied, "I'm hungry, I'm going to buy something to eat."

After saying that, she got out of bed, put on her slippers, and went out.

The four of their rooms were connected, and just around the corner was Fujiwara Izaya's room.

Knowing what was going to happen, Kawashima Miki filled the bathtub with hot water beforehand, then opened the window and sat on the windowsill.

With the sea breeze blowing, she gazed at the vast, boundless night sky above the ocean. Less than two minutes later, Fujiwara Izaya quietly opened the door and slipped inside.

"Do you need to sneak around when you go back to your own room?"

Kawashima Miki's sarcastic voice rang out.

Fujiwara Izaya looked out the window, his eyes suddenly burning with desire.

A beautiful woman with an elegant oval face, sharp tongue but kind heart, sat on the windowsill wearing only a loose red nightgown. Her long, voluptuous legs extended from beneath the dress, alluringly crossed.

"What do you want with me?" Kawashima Miki asked him.

Fujiwara Izaya, carrying a bottle of brandy he had just bought, walked over with a burning gaze: "I want to get you drunk."

Looking at him with eyes as hot as a red-hot iron, Kawashima Miki instantly felt her feet getting hot and sweaty.

"Want to do something bad?" she asked with a smile.

Her voice was sweet and cloying.

As Fujiwara Izaya drew closer, her heart pounded faster and faster.

Her fair neck, exposed outside her collar, was tilted slightly upwards, making her even more alluring and captivating.

"Try it first." Fujiwara Izaya poured himself a glass of wine and went to the windowsill.

Kawashima Miki glared at him, then gracefully tilted her head back: "Feed me."

The scene of feeding Mrs. Kasahara just now flashed before his eyes, and Fujiwara Izaya's gaze intensified. He pinched Kawashima Miki's chin, tilted the glass, and poured in the extremely strong brandy.

In the luxurious room, the sound of swallowing mingled with the sound of waves.

Just as he was about to finish his drink, Fujiwara Izaya moved the glass away and quickly brought his lips to it.

"Hmm~"

Kawashima Miki, who still had wine in her mouth, shared some with him.

With moist lips and a soft mouth, Fujiwara Izaya savored the mellow, strong liquor.

After they separated, Kawashima Miki, panting, placed her small hands on his shoulders and managed a bright smile: "Why were you in such a hurry..."

"I'm still very thirsty." Fujiwara Izaya put his arm around her waist.

Kawashima Miki sighed, as if she couldn't do anything about him, and reached for the wine glass he had just placed on the windowsill, taking an elegant small sip. Immediately afterwards, she grabbed Fujiwara Izaya's collar with her small hand, pulled him towards her face, and fed him another sip of wine.

That's how doting she is on her younger husband.

Let the sea breeze caress their hair, only the stars and the moon can see them kissing amidst the sea breeze.

Are you still thirsty?

"The more I drink, the thirstier I get."

"How can we quench our thirst?" Kawashima Miki asked softly.

Her lips were wet, and her eyes seemed to hold a sweet, intoxicating glow.

"Let's go somewhere else to drink." Fujiwara Izaya carried her down.

Kawashima Miki looked dazed.

Her skin was as smooth and delicate as a young girl's, her waist was slender, and her legs were long and sexy. Her hands were wrapped around Fujiwara Izaya's neck, her neck naturally tilted back, and her chest naturally lifted, showing off her slender yet voluptuous figure.

The room lights went out.

Silvery moonlight shone through the window, casting a silvery glow on the bed.

They hugged each other tightly, their skin pressed together without any gap.

Kawashima Miki frowned, her eyelashes trembling.

Her appearance was stunningly beautiful, and her expression was neither joyful nor painful, but extremely alluring.

On the surface, Mrs. Mei presents an elegant and charming demeanor; in private, she generally exudes a pure and innocent beauty. She starts off somewhat reserved, but gradually becomes alluring.

It was precisely because she was so lovely and beautiful that she could bring Fujiwara Izaya an unparalleled sense of accomplishment and satisfaction.

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The room quieted down, with only the gentle sound of the waves echoing in my ears.

"Is your wife still thirsty?" Fujiwara Rinya asked in her ear.

Kawashima Miki turned slightly to the side, resting her head on his shoulder: "I wasn't thirsty at all, the only one who was thirsty was you."

Her voice was languid and soft, her face flushed, and her delicate and charming appearance would make even a woman's heart flutter.

Fujiwara Izaya ran his hand through her sweat-dampened hair.

"By the way, I have a question..." Kawashima Miki asked lazily in a low voice, "What's wrong with you? It's one thing to be impatient, but your energy is just..."

Perhaps because she had just exhausted herself, her voice was somewhat muffled.

Fujiwara Izaya hugged her tightly: "Mrs. Meiji is the strongest medicine."

In the bright moonlight, Kawashima Miki rolled her eyes at him.

She took Fujiwara Izaya's hand, placed her own hand in his palm, and intertwined her fingers with his.

Fujiwara Izaya turned his head to look at her.

Their faces were so close, their noses were almost touching.

"Were you thinking about other women just now?" Mrs. Mei asked with a smile.

Fujiwara Izaya wasn't stupid; he wasn't going to fall for it. He immediately slapped her on the butt: "Have you forgotten how you begged for mercy just now?"

"It was only when I remembered begging for mercy that I realized how unusually unreasonable you were..." Kawashima Miki's voice became cute, innocent, and unpredictable.

"I see. Shall we proceed gently?"

"Eh?"

Don't you want to?

Kawashima Miki remained silent.

Her slender arms, like two flexible arms, hooked around Fujiwara Izaya's neck, and her lips kissed him.

Their cheeks and lips pressed together, feeling each other's tenderness and exchanging emotions. Fujiwara Izaya held her tightly, waist to waist, and all the unknown dangers that had been lingering in his mind vanished without a trace.

Kawashima Miki suddenly pushed him away and got out of bed with a smile.

Humming a cheerful tune, she gathered the clothes scattered on the floor and headed towards the bathroom.

"You're covered in sweat, I'm going to take a shower. Don't touch me tonight..."

"Taking a shower immediately after drinking alcohol can easily cause a cerebral hemorrhage!"

"It's okay, I'm an old woman anyway."

"Let's exercise again, and then go for a drink."

"No, I'm covered in sweat, it's so uncomfortable..."

No matter how tired she is, the first thing Kawashima Miki does when she gets home is take a shower.

She is very particular about this.

However, given the current situation, it's clear that we could have washed it later.

Fujiwara Izaya was 100% certain that she was trying to hook him.

"You stay outside, okay? Don't come in." Kawashima Miki put the clothes in the laundry basket by the bathroom door and then slammed the door shut.

I lay down in the bathtub filled with hot water.

A warm feeling permeated my entire body, and the fatigue I had just experienced dissipated from every pore.

"Whoo~"

Kawashima Miki closed her eyes contentedly.

Less than a minute later, footsteps could be heard outside.

A lazy smile appeared on her lips, thinking to herself, "I knew you wouldn't stay obediently outside."

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Fujiwara Izaya leaned against the headboard, bored.

The sound of hot water overflowing the bathtub came from the bathroom. As he listened, he suddenly had the idea of ​​taking a bath with her. It wasn't that Mrs. Mei hadn't bathed with him before, but she always hid and stayed in a corner of the tub, waiting for Fujiwara Izaya to finish and leave before she would take her bath.

Maybe this time I can coax her into being bolder.

Fujiwara Izaya walked towards the bathroom.

He glanced inside the laundry basket as he passed by.

Beneath her nightgown lay lace lingerie, and at the very bottom was his. Even in a cruise ship cabin, she maintained the same habits as at home, meticulously folding every garment she took off.

The detail of hiding her underwear at the very bottom is enough to show how cute she is.

Fujiwara Izaya pressed his ear against the bathroom door, and after confirming that there was no sound inside, he quietly opened the door.

No matter how shy she might be later, he would forcefully embrace her, adopt the demeanor of the head of the household, and scold and lecture her until she submitted under the bright lights... With this in mind, he barged into the bathroom.

In the steamy heat, Kawashima Miki rested her head on the edge of the bathtub, seemingly asleep.

Her smooth, soft skin, immersed in the warm water, made her most alluring in her unguarded state. She was neither tense nor reserved, showing no sign of resistance, as if she were under mild hypnosis. This relaxed and docile posture was incredibly beautiful, naturally demonstrating her complete trust and affection for Fujiwara Izaya, filling him with a surge of love.

However, as soon as he approached the bathtub, Kawashima Miki suddenly opened her eyes.

She reached out and pushed them aside, laughing as she snapped, "Get out, or I'll call the police!"

Fujiwara Izaya didn't stop her, letting her splash water all over his face, then licked his lips as if savoring the taste: "It tastes good, it'll go well with rice."