I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Her eyes, once like black pearls, had turned into ice crystal blue, with frost faintly covering her eyelashes. Through these wisps of ice, Yukino Riho's pale, delicate hands skillfully began to peel off Fujiwara Izaya's clothes.

"Woo~"

"Wait, I was just bluffing..."

"Begging for mercy now? Too late..." Kawashima Miki laughed happily, her long legs hooking around his waist, making it impossible for him to break free.

Fujiwara Izaya glared at her fiercely: "I'll have to deal with you later!"

The next second, Yukino Riho sat down.

Fujiwara Izaya felt a chill run down his spine.

Then, he heard the Snow Woman's undulating murmurs.

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The sky gradually darkened.

A strong gust of wind rushed in through the window.

"Such a strong wind!"

"Look, something's not right about the sky."

Outside the window, dark clouds gathered like cotton wool, instantly covering everything in sight. The sea was swallowed by the ominous shadows of the clouds, and the cruise ship appeared so small under the gloomy twilight.

"What should we do?" Kawashima Miki asked worriedly.

Her hair was disheveled, and she was panting heavily.

"Nothing can save you now!" Fujiwara Rinya straightened his back with a particularly fierce and manly air.

Nearby, Yukino Riho combed her hair, which was wet with snowmelt, and in her blue, icy eyes, she saw Kawashima Miki trembling all over.

Chapter 193. Senior: I've been cheated on?

Sunset.

The sunset, as red as blood, blanketed the sky.

Looking out from the room, the setting sun resembled the magnificent robes of Amaterasu Omikami, with the sea as her trailing skirt.

However, the reality is not so rosy.

Fujiwara Izaya noticed that the wind and waves were ridiculously large, with a series of howling sounds.

A mournful sound, like a flute, drifted from the sea and the air, carried by the howling wind.

"Get up!" Kawashima Miki kicked Fujiwara Izaya, who was pressing her down, with her small feet. "I'm going to change into my dress."

Fujiwara Izaya kissed her feet: "I'll help you put them on."

"Get out of the way!" Kawashima Miki stomped on his face.

Yukino Riho's dress was also messed up and wrinkled, and she needed to take it off and iron it again.

"I'll wait for you in the banquet hall." Fujiwara Izaya walked towards the door.

The two ladies had no objections.

After leaving the house, he slipped straight into Kasahara Fukari's room.

Mrs. Kasahara, who had already changed into her formal attire, was looking out the window at the sea.

A black, form-fitting evening gown that reached her knees, paired with black high heels. Her hair was styled in a high updo, and a delicate gold necklace adorned her slender, fair neck. The sleeveless, open-necked design exposed her fair, rounded shoulders, and she wore matching lace gloves.

In addition to her noble beauty, she also possesses a touch of mysterious allure, maintaining her consistent style as a queen of the night.

"Where's Eri Fuka?" Fujiwara Izaya looked around.

"Doesn't your mother deserve a second glance?" Mrs. Kasahara said, reaching out to ruffle his hair in displeasure.

Fujiwara Izaya looked down: "I'm afraid something will happen if I see it."

The V-neckline accentuated a deep cleavage, outlined by the high bulges on either side, making the gleaming white curves appear even more magnificent against the highly elastic fabric.

"You have lewd thoughts about your mother?" Mrs. Kasahara gently poked his temple with her fingertip.

Fujiwara Izaya grabbed her hand: "It's Mom who would be lewd in front of her son-in-law..."

Before he could finish speaking, he felt a chill down his spine.

Looking back, he saw Kasahara Fukari, dressed in her finest attire, leaning against the bathroom door, watching him.

Her furrowed brows were both beautiful and endearing.

Fujiwara Izaya quickly let go of his mother's hand and walked towards his daughter: "I came to find you, but I just happened to run into her."

“He just held my hand,” Mrs. Kasahara teased, revealing the unique charm of a young woman. “If you had come out any later, Eri, Mommy would have been eaten by bad guys.”

"Do you believe me?" Fujiwara Izaya asked Fuka Eri seriously.

Kasahara Fukae rubbed her temples.

In this situation, it seems inappropriate for her to believe either of them.

Mrs. Kasahara was amused by her eldest daughter's troubled expression and laughed happily. Noticing that her daughter's belt was not tied properly, she said, "Let Fujiwara tie your belt for you."

"Here you go." Kasahara Fukari handed over the belt in her hand, then turned to face the mirror.

She was wearing a gorgeous red dress.

The chest and cuffs were adorned with beautiful golden pleats; the skirt billowed out, large enough to hide a person inside. The perfect, graceful curves of the upper body were beautifully accentuated, with glimpses of fair, luminous back skin peeking out, and the hair was elegantly styled in an updo at the back of the head.

At this moment, Kasahara Fukaeri was dazzlingly elegant and luxurious.

Fujiwara Izaya, holding a belt, came up behind her.

The familiar back, the familiar noble fragrance, made him subconsciously reach out and hug her slender waist.

The dress has a delicate and smooth feel.

Mrs. Kasahara let out a mocking sound.

Kasahara Fukaeri's eyes held a cold glint.

A flash of cold light, and the tip of her fingernail touched Fujiwara Izaya's brow.

"Let go," she said coldly.

Fujiwara Rin didn't loosen his grip either; instead, he slowly lowered his head and comfortably rested his chin on her shoulder.

Feeling the intense heat of Mrs. Fuka Eri's body, he felt as if he were embracing the sun, so hot he was about to melt.

Kasahara Fukari poked his forehead hard with her fingertip and gave him a warning look.

Fujiwara Izaya, relying on his mother-in-law's presence, knew she wouldn't resist too obviously, so he hugged her tightly.

Kasahara Fukaeri kept a straight face.

He looked somewhat angry, yet also somewhat helpless.

After a while, she sighed and said, "Since you won't let go, I'll just hold you for one night. I won't go to the dance tonight."

“I think this is fine too, spending the night here with you and Chairman Kasa.” Fujiwara Izaya felt her body temperature and smelled the fragrance of her hair.

Kasahara Fukae nudged him with her elbow, signaling him not to include his mother.

"I don't mind at all," Mrs. Kasahara said very generously.

Kasahara Fukie stared at her mother expressionlessly.

"Is Eri Fukahara going to kick her mother out to sleep in the hallway?" Mrs. Kasahara asked ambiguously, her slender fingers gently brushing against her delicate body encased in a dress.

Fujiwara Izaya's gaze was naturally drawn to it.

Kasahara Fukari grabbed his ear and pulled his gaze back: "What are you looking at? Fasten your belt!"

"I'll go out first, so as not to disturb you any longer," Mrs. Kasahara said with a charming smile as she left.

Beneath the black dress, her round, pert buttocks swayed beautifully.

As she reached the door, she suddenly turned back, crossed her arms, and looked at Fujiwara Izaya with a haughty and disdainful gaze: "Mother feels a very lewd gaze. Who could it be?"

Yes, yes, yes!

It's me, it's mine!

Your Majesty, please punish me!

Fujiwara Rin didn't dare say it aloud, but just coughed twice and said to Fuka Eri, "I don't know her."

Kasahara Fukaeri's slender, snow-white fingers kept tugging at his ear.

His hand remained on her body.

Mrs. Kasahara looked at Fujiwara Izaya gently: "You should be careful to restrain yourself."

“…Hmm?” Kasahara Fukari looked at her mother in confusion.

"He was clutching his lower back when he came in just now," Mrs. Kasahara laughed, mimicking Fujiwara Izaya's posture. "In my opinion, he's definitely been overworked. It's better for someone so young to be more restrained, lest he be completely drained..."

“Shut up!” Fujiwara Izaya roared.

Kasahara Fukari stared at him coldly: "Is it really as Mother said?"

"I'm going to find Xiangxiang." Mrs. Kasahara waved her hand and blew a kiss to Fujiwara Izaya, "Bye-bye~"

She's gone.

However, the marital conflict she stirred up is still escalating.

After a moment of silence, Fujiwara Izaya opened his mouth: "I..."

Kasahara Fukari's gaze softened as she looked at him gently and said, "I understand the constitution of the Yuki-onna (snow woman). If you can't handle it..."

“…Absolutely no problem!” Fujiwara Izaya’s gaze suddenly sharpened. “Want me to prove it to you right now?”

Kasahara Fukari blushed slightly and patted his arm: "Hurry up and fasten your belt."

Fujiwara Izaya finally behaved himself.

A belt the width of a palm tightly cinched her waist, pushing her already perfect figure to its extreme.

Her vibrant red dress, gleaming silver-embellished high heels, and long, orange-red hair made her look absolutely stunning—the kind of beauty that would send a lustful man to ecstasy at first glance.