I have an unlimited number of shikigami

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Kasahara Fukari's shoulders trembled, and she was about to push him away.

"The peaceful daily life I can enjoy... may only be left today." Fujiwara Izaya covered her face.

The policewoman's hand, which had been pushing against his shoulder, lost its strength.

Fujiwara Izaya kissed her cold lips.

Under the bright sunshine and howling wind, Kasahara Fukaeri trembled as if she had been electrocuted, unable to move.

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In a certain room.

Kawashima Miki was cursing and swearing.

"You bastard!"

"You promised to bring me breakfast..."

Chapter 192. Mrs. Kasahara: I can have three to five more children!

On a sunny autumn morning, the sun and waves played together.

At this time, Fujiwara Izaya was slightly shorter than Kasahara Fukaeri, especially since she was wearing high heels. When he kissed her, he had to stand on tiptoe, which looked somewhat comical.

Their lips met, and they became entangled in a debt and borrowing scheme.

This process lasted a long time, until Kasahara Fukaeri was almost out of breath before she gently broke free.

"Whoo~"

She breathed softly.

My body felt much warmer, and my cheeks were flushed.

Suddenly, she was immersed in a slightly unfamiliar sense of happiness, which, like a forbidden fruit, was irresistibly tempting her.

Fujiwara Izaya sat on the bridge, leaning against the railing.

Kasahara Fukaeri, holding flowers in her hands, also knelt down beside him.

The wind high in the sky carried a chill as it whistled past, gradually cooling her body temperature. Then she came to her senses, turned around and looked at Fujiwara Izaya, her face slightly annoyed, so beautiful that one couldn't help but want to embrace her.

Fujiwara Izaya put his hand on her shoulder and whispered, "It feels like a dream!"

Kasahara Fukae responded from the lake.

As the wind blew, she felt as if she were floating, like a hyacinth carried away by the breeze. The boy's tiptoeing and the hand now resting on her shoulder became bait in the hands of a tempter, enticing the woman who needed to love him.

Fujiwara Izaya gazed at her flushed profile with a smile, "Eri, how about saying something like 'I swear to be loyal to love'?"

“There won’t be a next time!” Kasahara Fukaeri said coldly.

hateful!

He just looked so tragic!

Now that he's succeeded, he's all smiles and grins. It's hard not to suspect that he's just playing the victim!

Fujiwara Izaya puffed out his chest, with an expression of resignation: "The iceberg has melted, there are no more regrets, what is there to fear?"

Kasahara Mieri's hair instantly turned white.

His eyes blinked two or three times, turning from black to red. At the same time, a ball of flame rushed towards Fujiwara Izaya's face.

"Wait!" Fujiwara Izaya quickly called out to stop.

The flames showed no signs of abating.

It came right at his face, and in his haste, he opened his mouth and swallowed it.

"Hiccup~"

He exhaled a puff of black smoke.

Kasahara Fukari looked at him for a few seconds, her expression softening: "Next time, you'll have to go all out."

These words came out of her mouth fluently, but Fujiwara Izaya laughed, laughing so hard he couldn't stop, and even choked a few times.

"What's so funny? If you laugh again, believe me, I'll kick you out and never give you a promotion again..." Kasahara Fukari shouted awkwardly.

But Fujiwara Izaya kept laughing.

His hand rested on Kasahara Fukaeri's shoulder.

I wasn't actually using much force.

But as she was laughing, the hand suddenly exerted force and turned her body around.

Kasahara Fukaeri gazed at his smiling face from the front.

Her cold gaze gradually moistened, and a smile involuntarily appeared on her lips.

Beautiful, white wisps of cloud, as if drawn with a brush, floated around them.

After a while, Fujiwara Izaya calmed down a bit and asked her, "Is it true that there won't be a next time?"

"fool."

"In other words, you're just being stubborn."

“I can’t exactly say I can let you kiss me anytime…” Kasahara Fukarei hugged the flowers to her chest, inhaling their fragrance. Fujiwara Izaya suddenly felt thirsty again and couldn’t help but hug her warm body, his hands encircling her waist and pressing against her slender, supple waist.

“It’s happening again…” Kasahara Fukae’s heart began to pound.

Their cheeks were so close that they could even smell each other's slightly salty scent and feel each other's body temperature.

"Put the flowers down," Fujiwara Izaya said.

"Um……"

Kasahara Fukaeri responded weakly, put down the flowers, and spread her arms out to the sides, unsure whether to push him away or embrace him.

Fujiwara Izaya's hand slid down her slender waist.

His hand curved gracefully onto her round, upturned buttocks, and with a slight pressure, it sank into her tender, supple flesh through the smooth fabric. Kasahara Fukaeri let out a soft moan, instinctively wrapping one arm around his hand and pushing it away, saying, "No."

Fujiwara Rin didn't say anything, but grabbed the hem of her black skirt and lifted it up a little.

Beneath the black skirt, a pair of fair, slender legs, like newly sprouted bamboo shoots, were revealed, their muscles taut and firm. To the touch, they were soft and delicate, yielding a vibrant, elastic feel with the slightest pressure.

Kasahara Fukaeri's body trembled slightly.

She instinctively wanted to struggle a little to express her protest, but when she thought of his shout just now and the fact that they were already married anyway, her will to protest deflated like a punctured balloon.

Without her noticing, one of her arms had already touched Fujiwara Izaya's back.

Fujiwara Izaya's movements were a little too exaggerated.

Kasahara Fukaeri remained silent, her eyes slightly closed, her stunningly beautiful face more radiant than ever before.

She was panting, her face flushed, her moist lips still slightly childlike, very beautiful. Fujiwara Izaya's lips covered hers, a second passed, two seconds passed... his arms tightened, the kiss lasted until she was breathless.

"Woo~"

Kasahara Fukaeri's long eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings.

The next moment, she slapped Fujiwara Izaya's hand away, and after catching her breath, warned, "Don't even think about it in broad daylight..."

"I won't let you off the hook next time." Fujiwara Izaya leaned leisurely against the railing.

Looking at the sea of clouds, he put his hands behind his head and even whistled.

Being able to kiss Eri Fuka was already a huge step forward, and he was so satisfied that he didn't even mind becoming an enemy of humanity the next second.

"Is it really necessary to be this happy...?"

"You're about to be eaten by me, how pathetic."

"Just don't eat me, okay?"

"No."

“You’re being so direct, it’s hard for me to respond.” Kasahara Fukari shrugged habitually.

“I like you, and if I like you, I have to eat you up,” Fujiwara Izaya said, standing up.

"How willful!"

He walked forward.

"Hey--"

She called out in a drawn-out voice from behind.

“I’ll carry you and fly!” Fujiwara Izaya squatted down.

Kasahara Fukari glared at him irritably, thought for a moment, then picked up the yellow rose and walked towards him.