I have an unlimited number of shikigami

As Kasahara Fukari was about to turn around, Fujiwara Izaya's hands pressed down on her waist again.

She frowned and glared at her reflection in the mirror, gesturing for him to move aside.

"What you just asked me has given me the motivation to become stronger!" Fujiwara Izaya smiled and kissed her fair and delicate face. "After becoming the Demon King, the gluttonous Yuki-onna will no longer be a problem."

Kasahara Fukari struggled for a moment.

Unable to break free, she was instead turned around and embraced face-to-face by Fujiwara Izaya.

Kasahara Fukae placed her hands on his shoulders, trying to push him away.

Fujiwara Izaya's hands left her waist and cupped her face, touching her long, smooth, orange hair.

"I might run into Xiangxiang tonight," he murmured.

Kasahara Fukari's hands suddenly lost their strength.

Fujiwara Izaya kissed her.

"Waaah!"

Kasahara Fukari patted his head haphazardly with both hands.

After a passionate kiss lasting five or six seconds, she stopped struggling and unconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I want to express something through this kiss…” Fujiwara Izaya murmured as he kissed her, “Even if Xiangxiang were here, I would never let you go.”

Kasahara Fukaeri snapped back to her senses and tried to push him away again.

Fujiwara Izaya had no choice but to move his lips away and give her one last kiss on the cheek: "You too, even if Xiangxiang sees this, you're not allowed to let go of me."

“I’m not as shameless as you,” Kasahara Fukari warned in a low voice while adjusting her collar. “You’re not allowed to touch me in front of Xiangxiang, or there will be no next time.”

"I'll adapt to the situation." Fujiwara Izaya straightened her clothes.

That hand tried several times to move to her chest and measure this sacred area that had never been invaded, but was stopped each time by the noble policewoman.

"Do I really have to win over my younger sister and older sister before I can open my heart?" Fujiwara Izaya lamented.

Kasahara Fukari scolded him irritably: "Don't complain after taking advantage of the situation! If you don't want to, just leave. Countless people are lining up to grab such a great deal."

"You make it sound like a supermarket sale."

"Wow, this is so cheap..."

"Yeah, Eri Fuka is an orange, labeled 600 yen per kilogram, while Asuka is a cabbage, labeled 800 yen per head..."

Kasahara Fukari patted his head: "You're the orange, you're the cabbage!"

Fujiwara Izaya grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it; they both laughed at the same time.

※※※※※

As darkness fell, the sky gradually darkened.

Amidst the roaring winds and raging waves, the cruise ship, over two hundred meters long, continues its journey like a palace on the sea.

One after another, huge waves surged high onto the deck, making a series of astonishing roars.

Outside, the wind and waves raged, but inside the magnificent banquet hall, everything remained unaffected.

The towering, enormous dome, the bright yet not dazzling lights, and the ubiquitous crystal chandeliers accentuate the magnificent scene.

The guests were dressed in fine clothes and engaged in lively conversation with acquaintances.

Politics, economics, law... people from different circles are discussing different topics, and the directors of the Yin-Yang Bureau are also gathering together to discuss what might happen.

Everyone here is a very important person.

Even so, when Fujiwara Izaya walked in arm in arm with Kasahara Mieri, all the guests subconsciously looked over—in terms of appearance, one was an incomparably handsome and confident young man, and the other was a tall and elegant beauty; in terms of status, one was the acting chairman of the Kanto branch of the Onmyōryō, and the other was the chairman's daughter, as well as a high-ranking member of Section 9.

In terms of both status and power, they belong to the very small group at the top of the pyramid.

Upon entering the venue, Fujiwara Izaya intended to drag Kasahara Mieri along to show off to the board members, hoping to flaunt that he was her husband. However, Kasahara Mieri had no intention of letting him have his way. She went straight to a quiet corner with a full plate of food to eat.

Two plainclothes Section 9 agents approached her casually to report on the situation.

Fujiwara Izaya originally intended to go with them, but a mother and daughter entering through the door caught his attention.

The people around me are watching too.

Their appearance is as striking as the sun.

The daughter wore a simple, light blue dress, exuding a quiet elegance without losing her beauty. The mother wore a white dress and white high heels, her legs long and shapely, just as captivating as her daughter's. Her breasts, like her daughter's, were not large, but just right, giving Fujiwara Rin a warm feeling of seeing her mother.

"Good evening, Miko's mother and senior." He bowed gracefully.

As he straightened up, a waiter happened to pass by with a glass of champagne. He picked up the glass, raised it, and smiled slightly at the mother and daughter.

Faint female gasps could be heard from inside the banquet hall.

Bathed in the glow of the chandelier, his undeniable charm shone through, and the smile on his lips could melt even the most icy heart. In that instant, even the well-traveled Mrs. Hoshimi was captivated by his striking good looks.

"Rinzi."

"Ok?"

“If Fujiwara-kun opened a clinic, his business would be booming.” Mrs. Hoshimi covered her lips with her hand and whispered to her daughter with a smile in her eyes, “I guarantee that every female patient will blush when she sees him, fall in love with him at first sight, and then come to see him frequently—even if it’s not covered by medical insurance, she will pay out of pocket to be diagnosed by him.”

Hoshimi Rinko looked at Fujiwara Izaya with her dark and bright eyes and calmly said to her mother, "You have shown me what the patient looks like now."

"Is Mom's infatuation with a boy really that obvious?" Mrs. Hoshimi's eyes sparkled.

Fujiwara Izaya walked up to them: "What are you talking about?"

"We're discussing how you can treat me," Mrs. Hoshimi said with a smile.

Fujiwara Izaya looked at his senior with a questioning gaze.

The mother and daughter look very alike, even their figures are similar, and when they stand side by side they look more like sisters.

Hoshimi Rinko feigned surprise: "Why are you still here?"

"This is my mother's family's ship. Is it strange that I'm here?"

"I thought you had already flown away."

"How could that be? Am I the kind of person who flirts and then runs away? Senior, please rest assured, I absolutely will not..."

"Mom, let's go over there."

"Please listen to me carefully!"

Mrs. Hoshimi watched the arguing young couple, and an elegant smile unconsciously appeared on her lips.

"There are too many people here, I can't hear what they're saying." Hoshimi Rinko looked at him with a gentler gaze, her small hand reaching forward slightly. "Let's find a quiet place, slowly..."

Fujiwara Izaya also extended his hand.

The next second, under the senior's stiff gaze, he grasped the hand that Hoshimi had extended earlier.

"While Himeko isn't here, Fujiwara-kun, would you like to take a walk with me?" Mrs. Hoshimi's smile was very warm and friendly.

Fujiwara Izaya took her hand and said, "I'll dance with you for the first time too."

“It’s settled then.” Mrs. Hoshimi winked slyly.

The two laughed and walked into the crowd.

The music is tender and gentle, flowing like gentle waves.

Rinko Hoshimi stood there, stunned.

who am I?

where am I?

What was I supposed to do again?

“Rinko,” Mrs. Hoshimi turned around and looked at her daughter, whose face was a little green, “What are you standing there for? Hurry up and follow me.”

In an instant, Hoshimi Rinko felt a lump in her throat.

My mother has changed.

In the past, my mother would have definitely tried every means to create opportunities for me and my junior to be alone... But now, she actually... actually held my junior's hand in front of me... Waaah.

What a pitiful girl.

"Isn't that a bit cruel?" Fujiwara Izaya asked in a low voice.

“Fujiwara-kun, just listen to me.” Mrs. Hoshimi’s charming and gentle voice rang out less than half a centimeter from his ear, “When other women are intimate with you, I, as their mother, am worried sick, but Rinko isn’t worried at all. Now that I’m intimate with you, she should be worried, right…”

From a distance, they looked like a couple whispering sweet nothings to each other.

Fujiwara Izaya said with a headache, "She's anxious, but I'm the one who'll definitely suffer."

Behind them, Hoshimi Rinko gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, and walked toward her mother and junior with an icy aura, like a moving iceberg.

※※※※※

A helicopter stood on the deck despite the rain.

In the dim light, a woman in a soft, tight-fitting latex suit jumped out of the cabin.

Her exquisite and graceful body was immediately covered by water.

She exuded an aura of authority, with sharp and agile eyes, like a young female military officer, while also possessing a captivating and alluring charm, the two perfectly balanced.

Those fluffy, pointed ears and long, bushy tail...exhibit the forbidden charm befitting an unparalleled enchantress.

The staff around her even forgot about their current task, only gazing in rapt attention at the fox woman in her latex suit getting soaked in the rain.

Waves mixed with raindrops slapped against Xia Xili's face, and the rainwater that ran down her nose had a strong salty taste.

She reached out and gently brushed her short hair aside, revealing an independent and elegant demeanor.

This kind of temperament is hard to describe, but it is enough to make people feel involuntarily respect her or be intimidated by her. This is the first impression Xia Xili gives after adapting to her fox demon form.

As she walked from the deck to the cabin, she made a satellite phone call to Kawashima Miki, glancing through the glass at Fujiwara Izaya in the banquet hall.

Chapter 194. Xia Xili's Scheme is No Small Matter

"Hey?"

"chestnut?"