I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Mrs. Kasahara tilted her small face up.

Bathed in soft, ambiguous light, her face showed delicate nostrils twitching and her open eyes sparkling. Her lips suddenly pursed, a gesture so alluring… Fujiwara Izaya could even feel her chest heaving.

Mrs. Kasahara moved a little closer.

Fujiwara Izaya quickly turned his face away.

She laughed gleefully, as if playing a prank: "Why did you turn your face away? How annoying, that hurts my self-esteem."

"Kiss me here," Fujiwara Izaya pointed to his cheek. "Thank you, thank you!"

Why did you kiss there?

"Choose the lesser of two evils."

"Huh?" Mrs. Kasahara stomped on his foot.

"hiss--"

Mrs. Kasahara smiled like a queen: "Still worried?"

Fujiwara Izaya, whose heart skipped a beat, quickly begged for forgiveness: "Himeko-mama, I was wrong."

Mrs. Kasahara immediately switched to a mischievous, girlish expression: "Actually, it's love, right?"

"Respect and love for one's mother!"

"I know without you having to emphasize 'mother,' so... do you have other loves?"

"If it weren't for my mother-in-law..."

"You only dare to act if it weren't for your mother-in-law?"

"I have the guts now..."

"Then why are your hands so well-behaved?"

“Okay, I admit it,” Fujiwara Izaya raised his hands, “you win, you can torture me however you want.”

“Little liar.” Mrs. Kasahara suddenly stood on tiptoe, her deep and cheerful voice ringing in his ear, “This time, your sister has been so supportive and protective of you. If you don’t do well enough or if I’m not satisfied, then you’ll be in for punishment.”

"What kind of punishment?"

"A filthy and vile punishment!"

"Are there people who kneel in front of you and kiss your feet?"

"There's no need to wait until later."

"Then I won't stand on ceremony!"

Come to my room tonight!

Mrs. Kasahara smiled slightly, raised an eyebrow, and left his body with a lingering fragrance.

"Isn't there a fragrant one in your room? Liar..." Fujiwara Izaya followed behind, annoyed, back to the sofa. Kasahara Fukari was still intently working on her plan. The Hoshimi mother and daughter were talking in hushed tones; it seemed the mother was trying to coax her daughter into doing something.

After a while, Yukino Riho arrived.

I spotted Fujiwara Izaya on the sofa immediately; the corners of her mouth were beautifully upturned, making her look even more attractive.

Wearing the most beautiful gradient dress of the entire event, she seemed to possess a unique beauty. Anyone who saw this gentle, serene, and serene woman would feel happy. Seeing her gentle smile and her bright white teeth would make one feel flattered and elated.

This thought will cross everyone's mind.

Fujiwara Izaya went over and hugged her: "Miji went to see your aunt?"

"Hmm," Yukino Riho placed her hand on his waist and asked with some concern, "Are you alright?"

Fujiwara Izaya picked her up and spun her around: "She'll definitely be safe and sound."

With her feet off the ground, Yukino Riho appeared taller than him, so she bent her slender, snow-white arms into an arc to hug his neck, lowered her head, and gently kissed his lips.

Amidst the tender music, the two moved to the dance floor. They didn't dance, but simply embraced and moved their feet freely to the rhythm.

With her arms around Fujiwara Izaya's neck, Yukino Riho squinted her eyes, looking docile and peaceful.

Under his protection, she didn't have to think or worry about anything. She could just follow him and let her body move and spin with him... In the dimly lit corner, a simple and warm atmosphere formed a small world.

Mrs. Kasahara, holding a glass of red wine, slumped wearily on the sofa.

Kasahara Fukari clattered away on the keyboard.

Through her smooth orange hair, one could see her fair face—delicate, flawless, and as radiant as a full moon.

Mrs. Kasahara suddenly reached out her hand: "Fujiwara-kun just confessed his feelings to me."

Kasahara Fukari opened her mouth and ate the strawberry in her mother's hand: "Hmm... Congratulations, Mother, on leaving single life behind."

"Is that all you're going to do? How boring..." Mrs. Kasahara lazily patted her lips and turned to look at her best friend beside her. "Fujiwara-kun said he only loves me and doesn't love you at all."

"Is she drunk and talking in her sleep?" Mrs. Hoshimi sneered.

“Miko, just admit defeat.” Mrs. Kasahara chuckled, pointing her finger across the table at her best friend’s nose. “He touched my butt when we were dancing, you know? But when he danced with you, he was very well-behaved. What does that mean? It means your body has absolutely no appeal to him.”

"Didn't you just offer your ass up there?"

"Which eye did you see that with?"

"Himeko, you're forty years old already, can you please stop offending my Fujiwara-kun?"

As usual, the two wives started their sarcastic and sarcastic argument, which did not affect their relationship.

Rinko Hoshimi covered her ears with both hands, her beautiful face showing signs of fatigue.

Looking sideways at her junior and the snow maiden on the dance floor, the two swaying slowly at the edge of the dance floor looked incredibly romantic... This time, the senior felt a pang of jealousy.

Chapter 197. Mrs. Mei

After finishing their dance, Fujiwara Izaya and Yukino Riho returned to the sofa.

Several directors of the Onmyōryō were conversing here. Mrs. Kasahara, adopting the demeanor of a true socialite, smiled through her folding fan. When she saw Fujiwara Izaya approaching, a radiant smile appeared on her stunningly beautiful face.

Amidst the lively atmosphere, some people simply couldn't settle down and concentrate.

"I'm going out for some fresh air."

Fujiwara Izaya greeted him.

"Come back quickly, Rinko hasn't danced yet," Mrs. Hoshimi said with a smile.

"Mom~"

Rinko Hoshimi buried her head in her mother's shoulder.

"I'll go check on the situation in each place." Fujiwara Izaya walked out of the banquet hall.

The wind carrying seawater instantly blew onto my face, making me feel much more refreshed.

The interior of the cruise ship remained bustling, but outside, there was only water everywhere, either seawater or rainwater. The cruise ship rocked and swayed in the waves, the chains on the hull creaking, and from time to time, the dull thud of something collapsing in the distance could be heard.

The storm raged on the sea, a scent drifting silently, dominating the darkness.

A pungent, cold smell.

Fujiwara Izaya walked forward along the passageway beside the ship's side.

The howling wind carried the chill of the autumn night.

The heavy rain blurred the view, and the orange lights on the railings seemed like road signs guiding the way.

"Waaah—"

The distant call of a whale echoed, its roar deep and resonant.

Amidst the torrential rain, a white spray of water rippled across the sea, while a sonic boom echoed through the sky.

Fujiwara Izaya looked outside.

The torrential rain streaming down the wet glass windows reflected the ship's lights, making them look like glittering golden beads.

The seawater surged onto the deck, forming a torrent that washed over his feet. He didn't have an umbrella and felt the rainwater seeping in, running down his face and into his body, but he still stood facing the wind and rain.

It's not about resisting the storm.

On the contrary, at this moment he felt an inner restlessness towards nature, an indescribable sense of closeness.

As he gazed into the endless rain, Fujiwara Izaya continued to ponder.

The ship has been out for two days now, and it seems like something unexpected is bound to happen tonight. What methods has his aunt prepared to stall the two chairmen? He doesn't even know if it's the fox clan or the ghost clan coming… where they'll be, or what they'll do; everything is unknown. He must prepare in advance.

After this incident, life should undergo a dramatic change.

Fujiwara Izaya believes that in the future, he will face interpersonal relationships, rebellion, hatred, love, and everything else more directly. However, the education he received from childhood will prevent him from abandoning lofty principles and acting recklessly.

What are you standing there for, you idiot?

Kawashima Miki's voice came from this side of the corridor.

Fujiwara Izaya turned around and saw a face as beautiful as a rose appear in the small doorway ahead. She hid in the light of the door lamp, her bright, affectionate eyes fixed on him.

I haven't even had a chance to say hello yet.

The fragrance of Mrs. Mei Ji's perfume wafted right in front of me.

Like the fragrance you smell before you even see the flowers while walking along a path at night.

On a chilly autumn night, she wore a thin, off-the-shoulder purple dress, the hem of which fluttered in the wind, and her cascading, lustrous black hair was blown behind her.

“Of course I’m waiting for you.” Fujiwara Izaya walked towards her.

The warm yellow light from the porch lamp illuminated her.

Those round, delicate shoulders, bathed in the cool night air, revealed a pinkish glow.

"Aren't the two chairpersons going to include you?" Kawashima Miki asked, tilting her head slightly.

Fujiwara Izaya immediately replied, "It's clearly me who's been waiting anxiously for you."

Kawashima Miki snorted, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Because of the strong wind, her dress was blown so tightly that it clung to her body.

Her firm breasts, slender waist, and straight, long legs were more noticeable than usual.

Like a flower that peeks out from the shadows, she transformed into an exquisite essence in Fujiwara Izaya's eyes.