I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Rinko Hoshimi couldn't help but turn around and look.

He looked as beautiful as the summer sky after a rain shower. Hoshimi Rinko gazed at him for a long while, then couldn't help but lower her head adorably, murmuring a cute, innocent prayer: "Namo Namo!"

As a result, Fujiwara Izaya smiled slightly and ran away in a puff of smoke.

We have no choice but to run.

Mrs. Kasahara, with a dangerous smile on her face, is walking towards us from the other side.

"You brat, you promised to dance the first dance with me!" Mrs. Hoshimi stomped her foot and quickly chased after him.

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Rinko Hoshimi stood frozen in place.

Still holding her golf club, she wanted to rush over and smash her junior's head in right now. If it weren't for her excellent upbringing and the fact that she wouldn't do anything outrageous in public, she really would have done it.

Outside, the wind and rain raged, but inside, the lights were bright.

A woman named Himeko Kasahara appeared in the banquet hall with a smile on her face.

The people in her path instinctively stepped aside to let her pass.

Mrs. Kasahara, long accustomed to such scenes, walked gracefully through the crowd. The hem of her jet-black skirt, adorned with vine and rose patterns, rustled softly, and her snow-white shoulders, gleaming black hair, and diamond necklace sparkled under the lights.

said with no exaggeration.

She was the most beautiful one there.

She walked deeper into the banquet hall, toward Fujiwara Izaya, not looking at anyone, but everyone could sense that she was giving them a slight smile.

This dignified woman fairly granted everyone present the right to appreciate the beauty of her full figure, rounded shoulders, delicate collarbones, and smooth spine.

All who can appreciate this beauty will prostrate themselves at her feet, grateful for her mercy.

Anyway, that's the feeling Izanagi Fujiwara had.

When Kasahara Himeko is serious, she is an absolutely beautiful and noble being—she is not inferior even to Amaterasu Omikami.

When she faced him, there was not a trace of allure on her face; instead, she radiated an unparalleled confidence. It was as if every bone in her body firmly believed that her beauty was enough to captivate the world.

Fujiwara Izaya and she grew closer and closer.

Her small hand held a velvet handbag woven with gold thread, the buttons undone, a small piece of red fabric peeking out. This was a little trick she deliberately showed; if Fujiwara Rin didn't notice, she would be angry.

Good evening, Chairman.

Everyone's attention immediately turned to the source of the sound.

The boy strode quickly toward her from one end of the crowd, his soft hair swaying in the breeze, his eyes dark and deep, his eyelashes thick and long, as if each blink would create a breeze. With a cheerful smile, he approached Chairman Kasa.

Chairman Kasa smiled elegantly at him.

Immediately afterwards, he bent down, pulled a red shawl from President Kasa's briefcase, and swiftly draped it over her shoulders, completely covering the fair skin exposed on her chest and back.

Whether it was due to clumsiness or intentional, after draping the shawl over the former chairman of the board, the boy's hands remained clasped for a long time, as if he were embracing the young and beautiful widow.

Many people's minds began to stir.

Chairwoman Kasa was a stunning beauty and the darling of high society.

At this juncture when Fujiwara Izaya's identity is once again in turmoil, her public display of such an attitude is tantamount to openly telling everyone present: I am the woman standing behind him!

"What a cunning woman!" Fujiwara Izaya muttered under his breath.

"I'll deal with you later!" Mrs. Kasahara gently nudged his nose with her fingertip, gracefully avoiding his embrace, and turned to look at Mrs. Hoshimi who had caught up with her: "How cunning Miko is!"

“Fujiwara-kun!” Mrs. Hoshimi pouted.

Her tone already carried a hint of complaint, her face showed some dissatisfaction, and she had the expression of a hungry squirrel.

"..." Fujiwara Rin didn't dare to speak.

Seeing Fujiwara Izaya's troubled expression, Mrs. Kasahara asked with concern, "Was Fujiwara-kun threatened by her?"

Please.

Don't stir up trouble at this time!

"Well," Fujiwara Izaya said cautiously, glancing at each of his two mothers-in-law, carefully choosing his words, "there are too many people here, shall we find a quieter place?"

"Don't be afraid, you'll be fine with me, no one can bully you!" Mrs. Kasahara said with a concerned expression, putting on a relaxed, bossy demeanor.

"..."

how to say……

I'm afraid you two will start fighting...

If it were just me alone, you could hit me all you want, even until I was completely naked, but with so many people watching, I'd be at a huge disadvantage... Just as Fujiwara Izaya was hesitating about whether to use force, Mrs. Hoshimi came close and looked at him kindly: "Aren't you going to dance the first dance with Miko?"

Miko's mother!

Please be mindful of the occasion when trying to act cute or adorable!

"You want to dance the first dance with Miko?" Mrs. Kasahara reached out and ruffled Fujiwara Izaya's hair. "Why? Does that mean you became Miko's woman while I wasn't around? Tell your mother quickly, did she seduce you with her body just now?"

"Fujiwara-kun, please tell her I'm not as lewd as her!" Mrs. Hoshimi said gently, staring at him with a look that said, "You know what to do, right? Hmm?"

Mrs. Kasahara raised an eyebrow: "Don't threaten my son."

Mrs. Hoshimi pouted, "This is my son. Didn't you see him hugging Rin just now?"

Everyone around had already fled far away, leaving only Fujiwara Izaya caught in the middle, suffering the consequences.

However, to be fair, they truly are adorable mothers-in-law; even their arguments are so charming.

"It's just a daughter, I have two!" Mrs. Kasahara glanced at the sofa in the corner. "Eri, come here!"

"..."

What kind of development is this?

An extremely chilling aura spread across Fujiwara Izaya's back.

Without even turning around, he could tell how terrifying Kasahara Fukaeri's gaze was towards him.

"My two mothers, please..." Fujiwara Izaya immediately broke free from their encirclement, moved behind Mrs. Kasahara, and held up her skirt. "Let me die in a battle with a yokai instead of at the hands of the person I love, okay?"

"A temporary reconciliation?" Mrs. Kasahara looked at Mrs. Hoshimi with a questioning gaze.

Mrs. Hoshimi gave a haughty snort: "I'll let you off this time."

Let's go for a walk together.

Mrs. Kasahara smiled slightly and took her best friend's arm.

Mrs. Hoshimi also took her hand: "Go and support Fujiwara-kun."

The friendship between women is truly magical. Just a moment ago they were about to fight, but now they seem so close, as if they want to become one... Fujiwara Izaya held up Mrs. Kasahara's skirt and obediently followed her in greeting one uncle or aunt after another.

It feels great to have a powerful figure backing you up.

Because of her personality, Mrs. Hoshimi has always been a woman of few words.

Mrs. Kasahara became the center of attention as soon as she entered.

Greet and exchange pleasantries with acquaintances, and respond to toasts.

With those she was on good terms with, Mrs. Kasahara would speak with a beaming smile, listening attentively. With those she wasn't interested in, she would adopt a dignified demeanor, listening to their greetings and verbally expressing gratitude and surprise (though perhaps she didn't really mean it).

She doesn't pay much attention to etiquette when dealing with people she doesn't want to talk to.

According to Fujiwara Izaya's observation, she stood upright in front of the annoying guest, her gaze wandering. Sometimes she would look at her round and beautiful arms peeking out from under her skirt sleeves, sometimes she would look at her firm and alluring breasts; sometimes she would fidget with the diamond necklace hanging on her chest, and sometimes she would smooth out the shawl that Fujiwara Izaya had personally draped over her as if to protect her chastity.

Only after the annoying flies had finished their chatter would her gaze fall on the person who had spoken, and a smile would appear on her face as she shooed them away.

"Thank God..."

Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but feel relieved.

I'm glad that I have a close relationship with such a versatile woman, and that we won't end up on opposite sides.

Before we knew it, it was time to dance.

Mrs. Kasahara smiled slyly: "I won't compete with Miko for the first dance."

Mrs. Hoshimi was overjoyed and immediately turned her gaze to look for her daughter.

"I'm going to talk to Rinko." Mrs. Kasahara darted into the middle of the line connecting Hoshimi and her daughter.

Mrs. Hoshimi looked slightly annoyed and cursed at her retreating figure, "Vixen..."

"Are you really going to jump?" Fujiwara Izaya asked innocently.

Mrs. Hoshimi paused slightly, then pouted in annoyance, giving him a cute look that said, "Do whatever you want, I can't do anything with you anyway, so I might as well just accept my fate."

Fujiwara Izaya reached out and took her slender, cool little hand in his.

"I never expected that something neither my senior nor I had ever done would be accomplished by you first," he said with a soft laugh.

Mrs. Hoshimi stared at him with a slightly cold expression: "You're after Mom's body."

"You're channeling Himeko, aren't you..." Fujiwara Izaya hugged her slender waist. "I only have respect for Miko-mama, not love for her."

My lower back hurts.

"Besides respect, there is also love." He immediately corrected himself.

Mrs. Hoshimi nodded with a haughty expression, put one hand on his arm and the other around his back: "Let's dance a song, just to give Rin a demonstration."

I put my arm around her waist, held her small hand, and danced gently.

Being so close, Fujiwara Izaya could even see the very fine blue veins hidden deep within Miko's mother's fair neck.

Admiring Chairman Hoshimi's noble face up close, feeling her slender figure, Fujiwara Rin felt he was being a little greedy. But he couldn't control such feelings… Chairman Hoshimi's elegant demeanor, near-perfect figure, and serene classical beauty made her radiant and captivating at all times; yet even with such an unattainable figure as Hoshimi Miko, Fujiwara Rin could hold her waist and do whatever he wanted—how could he not have impure thoughts!

of course!

Just think about it.

If this were to become real, it would cost the life of a celestial dog.

On the sofa, Mrs. Kasahara covered her mouth with amusement, holding a glass of red wine and sipping it slowly.

Hoshimi Rinko crossed her arms, leaned back on the sofa, and glanced at the dance floor every now and then.

"Will Rinko get jealous?" Mrs. Kasahara asked with interest.