I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Mrs. Hoshimi looked at him, her beautiful eyes revealing admiration and joy.

This son-in-law is really something! The moment he appears, you feel the air is refreshed, just like putting freshly picked flowers in a vase.

"We've spotted some activity on the ship from Section Nine," said Kasahara Fukari, chewing on the steak she hadn't had time to eat earlier. "A group of mercenaries from Southeast Asia have quietly boarded the ship, numbering around 130."

Mrs. Kasahara smiled slightly: "Are these mercenaries here to help distance themselves from the Natsuki Foundation in this matter?"

Looking into Fujiwara Izaya's eyes, he narrowed one half, while the other half shone brightly.

Fujiwara Izaya silently sat down next to her.

He hadn't expected his aunt to go this far, and he didn't know what to say for the time being.

"Stop teasing Fujiwara-kun," Mrs. Hoshimi said calmly. "What should we do now?"

Mrs. Kasahara looked at the crowd under the bright yellow lights: "Enjoy it while you can before a fight breaks out."

Mrs. Hoshimi rolled her eyes at her.

"Rinko, do you want to go jumping?" Mrs. Kasahara asked Rinko Hoshimi.

Rinko Hoshimi, who hadn't been able to get a word in edgewise, hesitated for a moment, then silently shook her head.

Being hugged and danced with by a junior in public... How embarrassing! I don't want to!

"What about Eri Fuka?"

Kasahara Fukae sighed wearily, "...I'm not in the mood to dance right now."

"Well, alright then, I won't stand on ceremony." Mrs. Kasahara tightened her shawl slightly, then turned her head to the side. At that moment, her beautiful, captivating, and bright eyes, illuminated by the ambiguous light, cast a loving, gentle, and submissive gaze onto Fujiwara Izaya's face.

How should I put it...

Fujiwara Izaya felt very happy.

Himeko Kasahara was a voluptuous, beautiful, and noble young lady.

Yet, beneath her long eyelashes, a gentle gaze shone, revealing a playful yet self-possessed air, like a beautiful and adorable kitten yet to fully mature. One glance was enough to convince anyone that she would undoubtedly grow into an extremely charming female cat.

"Hurry up," Mrs. Kasahara urged.

The smile in her eyes contained not a trace of deception. Clearly, the little cat had already crouched down in front of Fujiwara Izaya, about to leap up and play with him.

Fujiwara Izaya stretched out his hand.

Mrs. Kasahara slightly raised her buttocks and placed her palm in his hand.

Then, the kitten raised its front paws, its little eyes sparkling. It seemed to be wagging its tail, and its four soft paws suddenly left the ground, as if playing with a ball of yarn, ready to grab the boy and play with him.

Mrs. Kasahara, her cheeks flushed, followed Fujiwara Izaya away from the sofa with light and cheerful steps.

As the band prepared to play a new round of dance music, the two stepped onto the dance floor.

Mrs. Kasahara said with a smile, "How about we dance a dance from my time?"

“I’m afraid I’ll mess up the dance steps, but…” Fujiwara Izaya said enthusiastically, “with Himeko-mama as my teacher, I’m sure I’ll learn very quickly.”

Mrs. Kasahara turned and said something to the band.

The musicians began tuning the instruments, and couples stood apart.

When the dance music started, Mrs. Kasahara's cheeks flushed red and she laughed.

Under her guidance, Fujiwara Izaya curled his arms into a circle, one arm around her slender waist under her dress, the other hand holding her hand and swaying to the beat, his feet lightly tapping the rhythm.

Mrs. Kasahara danced wonderfully.

However, his partner had never danced this kind of dance before, and he awkwardly spun around to the rhythm at the edge of the dance floor.

Occasionally, her instep would be stepped on, and after a few chaotic jumps, things improved considerably. Mrs. Kasahara rested her forehead on Fujiwara Izaya's shoulder and murmured softly, "I like this feeling. Please get me moving quickly..."

"immediately."

A pleasant smile appeared on Fujiwara Izaya's face.

His dance steps grew faster and faster, and his agile footwork and graceful leaps became increasingly skillful, captivating both the audience and his dance partner. At this point, Mrs. Kasahara could easily resonate with him with a simple movement of her shoulder or a curl of her arm when turning or stepping to the beat.

The dancing became increasingly lively.

Fujiwara Izaya and the chairman Kasa Inori in his arms drew everyone's attention.

At the center of attention, Mrs. Kasahara spun rapidly around Fujiwara Izaya, sometimes rising on her tiptoes, sometimes stomping her heels, becoming more and more agile and beautiful. Her beautiful limbs were supple and flexible, and her passionate eyes, beneath her long, thick eyelashes, couldn't help but gaze at the person before her.

The music grew increasingly urgent.

Mrs. Kasahara, her head bowed and dripping with sweat, finished her last dance step. Amidst loud applause and laughter, she drew a circle in the air with her right hand. The dance ended; she caught her breath and wiped the sweat from her brow with a linen handkerchief.

Fujiwara Izaya hugged her sweaty waist and said, "People with poor stamina would turn around and leave as soon as they see this dance."

“That’s how we danced back in our day. You were born too late…” Mrs. Kasahara rolled up her sleeves, panting for a long time. “I can’t take it anymore. I’m getting old after all. I used to dance without my heart even racing, but now, without superhuman strength, I can’t even catch my breath…”

"Why not use divine power?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.

Mrs. Kasahara chuckled happily, "Himeko wants to be an ordinary woman in front of you, huh..."

Smelling her sweet fragrance, Fujiwara Izaya said helplessly, "Please don't say things that will mislead your son-in-law."

“It really hurts my heart that my son doesn’t trust me…” Mrs. Kasahara said with a particularly resentful tone, then put her muscular arm on his shoulder, “Dance one more time, this time be gentle.”

"no problem."

Fujiwara Izaya readily agreed.

Even though it's covered by a dress, it doesn't affect the feel.

Mrs. Kasahara's figure is truly perfect. Her entire body is covered in fair and tender flesh, perfectly proportioned, with not an ounce of excess fat in the areas where she should be slim. Her arms, thighs, neck, and waist all appear slender, but in reality, they feel wonderfully plump to the touch. Her buttocks are firm and rounded, perfectly full.

"I'm not bad, am I?" Mrs. Kasahara asked with a smile.

"If you're bad, then there's nothing good in this world."

“Kind words deserve a reward.” Mrs. Kasahara placed her hands on his shoulders.

The two dancers' postures at this point were already very unorthodox.

Fortunately, Fujiwara Izaya was still dizzy.

Although he didn't look away, he still kept his hands in their proper places.

They wouldn't dare to do anything under Fukami Eri's nose.

“Relax,” Mrs. Kasahara leaned against him softly. “If you’re this nervous, I’ll suspect you have feelings for me.”

Fujiwara Izaya looked straight ahead with a cheerful expression: "Mom, please be more reserved."

"You cunning little devil," Mrs. Kasahara said, blowing on his face.

His warm breath carried the delicate aroma of red wine.

“Xiao Linye, Xiao Linye…” she repeated several times as if singing, saying in a charming voice, “What a nice name. Somehow it’s very catchy.”

Her cheeks were flushed, and perhaps she had drunk quite a bit of red wine; her tipsy appearance made her even more alluring.

“My mother named it,” Fujiwara Izaya said.

"What a wonderful name! Does it imply 'ruling the world'?"

"By the way, your real name is Himeko?"

"Of course it's my real name. I've been a little princess since birth, and I still am now."

“Wake up, you’re a mother now. The little princess is Xiangxiang now.” Fujiwara Rinya mercilessly exposed her.

Holding her hand, he thought of Asuka.

The texture is different.

My daughter's hands are a bit softer, but not as smooth, though they have some things in common.

Mrs. Kasahara lowered her voice and asked in his ear, "Do you want to go look for Xiangxiang?"

"Xiangxiang probably won't see me. The last time we had a proper conversation was when we were flirting in Nanyindou..."

"Flirting? How do you flirt? Tell Mommy, and Mommy will learn carefully so you can be the judge and see who's better, Mommy or your daughter..."

Fujiwara Izaya pushed hard with his hand.

"Yeah~"

Mrs. Kasahara smiled sweetly.

She spun around gracefully, then landed back in Fujiwara Izaya's arms, still carrying a warm fragrance.

"Xiangxiang is my most beloved youngest daughter. If you can't soothe her, don't touch me again."

"Aren't you ashamed to say that now?"

"I don't want to compete with my daughter, but I can accept being an appendage to her." Mrs. Kasahara smiled ambiguously. "I actively tried to matchmake Eri because she's a yokai. But not Xiangxiang. Xiangxiang is going to inherit my position, which means a long, tiring, and lonely life. I can't let Xiangxiang shoulder so much alone... So please cheer me on!"

"Don't worry, I will make you a qualified appendage!" Fujiwara Rin couldn't help but smile happily, and said in a loud voice with a firm determination, "I would not hesitate to die on the battlefield."

Mrs. Kasahara nodded in satisfaction.

The two didn't say anything for the time being, and just danced together in each other's arms.

In the cramped space of the dance floor, a gentle smile graced Mrs. Kasahara's face.

Musicians played their instruments on a platform in the corner of the hall, colorful ribbons strung between chairs, drunkards laughed unrestrainedly, and the air was thick with the smoke of incense, creating a decadent and intoxicating atmosphere... The lady touched Fujiwara Izaya's neck with her finger.

The fingers touched fresh, hard hair roots, like summer grass.

She looked up and saw Fujiwara Izaya's gaze fixed firmly ahead. The effects of the red wine surged up, making her head feel a little sticky. The boy's eyes, tinged with a hint of arrogance, were eyes that could make any woman fall head over heels, eyes she had always dreamed of.

The Gene Era

At this time, Fujiwara Rin was also pondering a question.

What kind of life should a Great Tengu lead?

He had pondered this problem in the past.

He believes he knows how to make life interesting, but besides being interesting, he really doesn't know what goals he should set.

"When you don't know what to do, doing nothing is the best policy."

This is a famous quote from Napoleon.

During his time in Tokyo, Fujiwara Izaya wandered around with the idea of ​​"doing nothing," and gradually realized his next goal—to make everyone he loved feel his fun.