I have an unlimited number of shikigami

"Ah, so soft~" Fujiwara Izaya was captivated.

"Your mind is full of perverts!" Kasahara Fukaeri tapped him on the head with a flower.

The flowers are also yellow.

"What's wrong with a young man being a little lecherous?" Fujiwara Izaya smiled smugly.

On the shimmering sea, the two soared freely like seabirds. The giant cruise ship cut through the waves and sailed into the depths of the Pacific Ocean, under a bright and clear sky, creating a serene and peaceful atmosphere.

Flying in the air, Kasahara Fukae looked down at the cruise ship.

On the first deck, several women were sunbathing on folding lounge chairs; several men in suits were praying in front of a makeshift shrine on the second deck; on the third deck, which had a Brazilian theme, a geisha was dancing with a person dressed in an eggplant costume.

Looking down at such a unique view from above, Kasahara Fukaeri felt as if she had become one with the tengu.

"No matter how big the storm is tomorrow, I will protect you!" Fujiwara Izaya gazed at the sea and declared with the spirit of a true man.

"Ah."

Kasahara Fukaeri responded gently.

She is Shiranui.

However, she wasn't using her demonic powers now; she was simply soaring through the air with her husband as his wife. The thought filled her with a strange sense of comfort, and the gentle yet unrestrained kiss she had just felt sent shivers down her spine. She was truly falling for this young husband… He was clearly a lively and mischievous person, yet he insisted on putting on a mysterious and gentlemanly act—it was truly amusing. His entire being was optimistic, so optimistic it was as if he were pouring out his heart and singing to the sun and nature. His healthy and beautiful body radiated a tenacious life force.

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When Fujiwara Izaya was almost exhausted from flying, the two quietly landed on the stern of the ship.

On the way to the guest rooms, I encountered several directors who were somewhat familiar with the Yin-Yang Bureau, and their eyes were all looking at me strangely.

Fujiwara Izaya didn't pay much attention and greeted them politely as usual. They didn't say much either, returning the greeting with smiles on their faces—after all, the two chairmen were on the ship, so it wasn't their place to handle anything.

Back at the guest room door, Fujiwara Rinya turned his profile toward Kasahara Fukari: "Don't forget, sister."

"What?" Kasahara Fukari looked puzzled.

"Every morning before her husband leaves for work, the wife must give him a good morning kiss. Otherwise, her husband's mind will be distracted, and he might be easily seduced by a female colleague with ill intentions..."

Kasahara Fukaeri twisted her waist and skillfully delivered a crisp and clean kick.

"Hey, you can't kick me!" Fujiwara Rinya easily dodged it, winking and grinning at her. "After being kicked by you so many times, do you think I haven't improved at all? Fuka Eri, you underestimate your husband!"

"You're being so childish today." Kasahara Fukaeri wanted to laugh inwardly, but she had to maintain her aloof demeanor on the surface.

"There's nothing I can do about it, you made me feel so accomplished... I'm not exaggerating, my feelings right now are exactly the same as when Mitchell first stepped onto the moon. This is a giant leap for mankind... This is great love!"

Feeling disgusted, Kasahara Mieri retreated to her room.

Once inside, she placed the flowers on the table and opened the window.

The sea breeze caressed her face like a pair of invisible, gentle hands, and she subconsciously touched her lips.

There's also the lingering sweet sensation of being sucked.

"Ugh……"

Kasahara Fukae rubbed her temples, gazing at the blue sky, her mind preoccupied with other thoughts.

"Dongdong~"

There was a knock at the door.

"Who?"

"Your mother!"

Mrs. Kasahara answered in a childlike, innocent voice.

"It's all over..." Kasahara Fukari subconsciously felt a wave of panic.

Mrs. Kasahara walked in, and like an old man with her hands behind her back, she circled around her eldest daughter, occasionally letting out a series of meaningful sighs.

Kasahara Mieri wants to live on a different planet.

"How are you feeling?" Mrs. Kasahara asked, leaning closer.

Kasahara Fukaeri's face flushed instantly: "Mother—"

"What's there to be shy about?" Mrs. Kasahara rubbed her cheek and asked with a smile, "How far have we gotten?"

"Uh, it's just that... we kissed..." Kasahara Fukari's demeanor was weaker than ever before.

Mrs. Kasahara looked her over with great interest.

The eldest daughter, who was usually serious and reserved, now had a gentle and shy look in her eyes. To onlookers, it was clearer and clearer to see the delicate features of a charming woman.

"How does it feel to kiss?" Mom asked.

The daughter lowered her head: "It felt like being electrocuted, my body was numb..."

Mrs. Kasahara slowly approached her, a playful smile in her clear eyes: "How about you wear Mom's clothes from head to toe to see him next time? Let Mom feel involved too!"

"Eh?"

Kasahara Fukaeri's eyes widened.

Is this something a carbon-based life form could say?

"Don't be so stingy." Mrs. Kasahara casually put her arm around her daughter's shoulder, speaking in a friendly tone. "Xiangxiang wore Mommy's clothes and played with him before. Don't you want to be like your sister?"

"..."

Kasahara Mieri was completely bewildered.

At this moment, she couldn't help but exclaim: Asuka is amazing, no wonder she's her biological daughter.

"Alright, just kidding, don't take it seriously." Mrs. Kasahara smiled slyly and reached out to hug her daughter: "Mom is so happy for you, congratulations to Fuka Eri on finding someone she likes."

"Well……"

Something instantly welled up in her daughter's face.

Knew it.

A mother is always a mother, and will always be older than her daughter.

Kasahara Fukae also hugged her mother's waist and whispered, "You're the one I love most, Mother, always have been..."

You haven't thanked me yet.

"Thank you, Mother."

"No, we need to add the specific reasons for your thanks. Come on, repeat after me: Thank you, Mother, for letting me marry Fujiwara-kun!"

"..."

Kasahara Fukari's face turned red again.

Mrs. Kasahara lowered her head slightly and affectionately nuzzled her forehead: "Now you're tasting the sweetness, aren't you? You weren't happy at first. If you could be as proactive as Xiangxiang, I could be holding my grandson next year."

When her younger sister was mentioned, Kasahara Fukaeri's mood sank.

"How is Xiangxiang?" she asked worriedly.

"Going to sleep, I guess I'll be sleeping all day." Mrs. Kasahara patted her hair and comforted her, "You don't need to go to her, and don't think about giving in for her. She's reached the age where she needs to stand on her own. If this setback knocks her down, you should hurry up and have a child to take over Tokyo Daijingu Shrine."

“No!” Kasahara Fukari shook her head. “I will not give up on Xiangxiang.”

"Then your husband will have to work hard and marry both sisters." Mrs. Kasahara stretched and stood up, walking towards the door. "I'm going to find Fujiwara-kun to discuss something. Do you want to come?"

"What do you want to discuss?"

"Of course, it's to leave a descendant to take over the affairs of Tokyo Daijingu Shrine."

"I'm not going to do something so embarrassing..."

"Then your mother will make you a younger brother or sister."

"Clam?"

Kasahara Fukaeri was dumbfounded.

There was a full-length mirror behind the door. Mrs. Kasahara stopped and carefully examined the person in the mirror.

She had a full chest and a slender waist.

She has a full, shapely bottom and long, slender legs that are still fleshy.

She was wearing a luxurious red bodycon dress, her long hair was piled high on the back of her head, she wore small earrings, and she wore high-heeled black boots with black stockings covering her knees.

She was extremely beautiful, noble and charming.

(One more point must be added!)

(In Fujiwara Izaya's eyes, Kasahara Himeko's beauty was not just in her face; her figure, sculpted by the Creator himself, was also the most sexy and alluring of all the women he knew.)

Mrs. Kasahara, with her hands casually in her pockets, turned around gracefully.

Her back was reflected in the mirror; whether it was the bodycon skirt hugging her round, perky buttocks or the plump thighs peeking out from beneath, youthful vitality still lingered. She slightly lifted the hem of her skirt, carefully examining the exposed area of ​​her thighs. These legs, firm and fleshy to the touch and incredibly beautiful to look at, had snow-white, delicate skin that radiated an almost snow-like sheen.

Kasahara Fukari rubbed her temples, looking troubled.

Having such a young and beautiful mother puts a lot of pressure on the newly married daughter.

"Hey, Fukahara Eri!" Mrs. Kasahara looked at her daughter triumphantly, "With this body, I can still have three or five more children!"

"..."

Kasahara Fukaeri remained completely bewildered.

"Don't worry about it, leave it to me!" Mrs. Kasahara clenched her small, white, and delicious-looking fist. "I'm a mother, so naturally I should share my daughters' burdens. Since you don't want to have children..."

“I want to!” Kasahara Fukaeri quickly exclaimed.

Mrs. Kasahara winked playfully: "Your mother didn't force you."

“Yes, yes, I did it willingly.” Kasahara Fukari stood up, both amused and exasperated, and grabbed her mother’s wrist. “Now, please don’t go anywhere, okay? Just stay in this room and behave yourself, or I’ll jump into the sea for you to see.”

“Sure.” Mrs. Kasahara immediately picked her up. “Since we have time, why don’t I teach you some positions?”

"what?"

Shh, don't be shy.

"Mother, no—"

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