I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Amaterasu dozed off against the edge of the bathtub, her fair skin shimmering with a mysterious glow, making her appear beautiful and serene. Beside the bathtub, Mrs. Hoshimi knelt, massaging her shoulders.

Under the soft, gentle light, Miko's profile remained serene and elegant.

Her hair was also slightly damp, draped over her shoulders, as soft as scattered seaweed.

“How can I trouble Miko with something like this? Of course, I’ll do it…” Fujiwara Izaya volunteered.

Amaterasu raised her hand and slapped him out of the living room.

Then she got out of the bath and opened her arms.

The glistening water droplets slid down her graceful body, but were evaporated by the sun goddess's body heat before they even hit the ground.

Mrs. Hoshimi unfolded the red dress and helped her put it on, carefully fastening the buttons at the front. Her figure was noble and voluptuous, with a slender waist, smooth and delicate calves, and bare feet that also appeared noble and exquisite.

In the living room, Fujiwara Rinya had just gotten up when he saw a blood-red figure in his eyes.

Amaterasu stepped out.

Her dress is even more alluring than a swaying, seductive flower bud.

"Aunt Amaterasu is getting more and more beautiful!" Fujiwara Izaya said with the smile of a junior.

This is not something I said against my conscience.

As the supreme goddess, Amaterasu was always so mature and beautiful, exuding an aura of majesty that was impossible to look directly at. Now, having just finished bathing, and dressed in an intricately patterned and perfectly tailored dress, she accentuated her noble and delicate figure with captivating charm and allure.

Hearing Fujiwara Izaya's praise, Amaterasu smiled calmly.

She sat down on the tatami mat and lit the ceramic maid lamp on the table.

The candlelight flickered.

The two chairpersons also came over.

Mrs. Kasahara leaned against the table, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers as she looked at Fujiwara Izaya with a mixture of admiration and cunning calculation.

Mrs. Hoshimi knelt with her knees bent, her long hair untied, and her loose dress spread out, like a blooming white lotus.

The three stunningly beautiful women, fresh from their bath, were like newly sprouted plants in early spring, radiating boundless beauty.

The sound of a ship's horn came from outside.

"Is the ship heading back?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.

"We'll be back in Yokohama by dawn." Mrs. Kasahara glanced at him, her sleep-deprived double eyelids revealing beautiful lines.

Are you tired?

"That's right, I didn't sleep a wink all night. Staying up late is really bad for an old lady like me..."

"Come here, let me rub it for you."

A rustling crawling sound rang out.

Mrs. Kasahara crawled over on her knees and rested her head on Fujiwara Izaya's lap.

Fujiwara Izaya pressed his hands around her eyelids and gently massaged them.

She squinted contentedly, her lips moving slightly. Fujiwara Izaya looked down at the three women of the Kasahara family, mother and daughters. The youngest daughter looked very much like her mother; her earlobes, waist, and the shape of her toes all incorporated her mother's charm, which was quite subtle.

Mrs. Hoshimi glanced at her best friend and said, "How shameless..."

“Hey—” she said, looking at Fujiwara Izaya. “Come to Mother Miko.”

Don't go!

Mrs. Kasahara turned her head and leaned against Fujiwara Izaya's knee, staring at him with a smile and saying, "Hey, I have a question. When you kiss Xiangxiang, what kind of fragrance do her lovely lips smell like?"

"Hey--"

Fujiwara Izaya felt a little dizzy.

At that moment, her expression and appearance were strikingly similar to Asuka's.

"It's said that when a girl is in love, even her breath becomes fragrant and lovely." Mrs. Kasahara blinked her mischievous eyes and smiled innocently and cutely. "Of course I've kissed Xiangxiang, but kissing Xiangxiang with you is a completely different matter, right?"

As she spoke, she pressed her face closer.

"Your nose feels so cool," Fujiwara Izaya whispered.

What is that scent?

"Citrus scent."

"Yes, she is indeed my daughter."

"Alright, let's get down to business..." Fujiwara Izaya pressed her down to stop her from moving.

Mrs. Kasahara stuck out her tongue, then looked at Mrs. Omikami and Mrs. Hoshimi with a smug expression: "I'm going to take a nap, you two chat."

Mrs. Hoshimi glanced at her best friend and said, "I feel ashamed to be with you if you don't have the demeanor of a chairman."

"I'm sorry to have made you laugh..." Fujiwara Izaya chuckled awkwardly. "Let's begin."

"The tengu has spoken, how rare!" Mrs. Hoshimi sneered.

As expected of Miko's mother, even her scolding tone is so crisp and pleasant.

"It's a cat," Mrs. Kasahara said casually, opening her eyes. "And this cat is very affectionate; it likes to snuggle in people's laps, play, and sleep."

Mrs. Hoshimi smiled slightly and said, "It's called a cat, but it only knows how to spy on dogs."

"Is that so?" Mrs. Kasahara said smugly. "Whether it's a cat or a dog, they're just my little pets. Miko, if you want to tease him, ask your sister..."

"With cats and dogs everywhere, our house is practically a zoo..." Fujiwara Izaya carefully tried to smooth things over, jokingly adding, "Actually, cats and dogs are fine too. They're much cuter than foxes..."

The two ladies were taken aback by his words, and stared at him simultaneously: "Oh right, your aunt is a fox!"

Fujiwara Izaya, with a mournful face, said, "...How about we talk about the Spanish Civil War?"

In a way, he has stayed true to his original aspirations.

Amaterasu looked at the three of them with a smile.

Two mothers-in-law at odds, a son-in-law caught in the middle looking submissive, and several wives who are not exactly easy to deal with... She began to look forward to the family going to Takamagahara, hoping it would bring a lot of fun to her dull life.

Of course, as the supreme goddess, she can also meddle as she pleases and make things even more interesting.

The sky outside the window was pitch black.

The candlelight inside was still on, as if it would burn until it was completely burned out.

Seeing Fujiwara Izaya looking at her pleadingly, Amaterasu said, "I've been waiting for you. Miko, please serve some tea." Then, she glanced at Mrs. Kasahara and asked, "How is it?"

"Ok."

Mrs. Kasahara got up and sat down.

The reason why Omikami was being so polite was entirely because of his son-in-law, and Chairman Kasahara couldn't possibly be unaware of this.

Mrs. Hoshimi, on the other hand, was much more docile.

As soon as Omikami spoke, she got up and went to the tea room next door, bringing over a tea set.

A round earthenware brazier was lit, with a small kettle placed on top.

Mrs. Hoshimi knelt down beside Fujiwara Izaya as if kneeling, gathered her hair from her hairline and tied it up casually, turning her face to the side and gently blowing on the stove.

As the flames flickered, her puffed-up cheeks looked so adorable; without any makeup, her elegant and natural beauty shone through. Once the flames were high, her small hands deftly cleaned the teacups with a small round bamboo brush, the firelight casting a rosy and alluring glow on her face.

Fujiwara Izaya watched her graceful movements.

Miko's mother really resembles his mother in every way... her noble priestess status, her elegant and serene temperament, and even her figure is a perfect replica...

"What are you looking at?" Mrs. Hoshimi asked as she brewed tea.

“It reminds me of when I was little, my mother would make tea for me like this.” Fujiwara Izaya’s voice was particularly gentle. “Every time I was naughty, my mother would make tea for me like this. And then… my father would scold me, so making tea was a little scary for me.”

"coward."

Mrs. Hoshimi has a pleasant and friendly voice.

“If it’s cooked by Miko’s mom, then I’m not afraid.” Fujiwara Izaya leaned his head closer.

Mrs. Hoshimi hesitated for a moment, but still fell for the trap.

Looking at Fujiwara Izaya's head resting against her chest, she still took out one hand and gently rubbed it.

It's not her fault... It's mainly because the boy was too close. In the candlelight, the tips of the short hairs on her neck looked shiny and incredibly cute.

His slightly tilted face, with its damp eyebrows and eyelashes, exuded a refined and elegant air.

Mrs. Hoshimi felt as if she had been struck hard by something warm inside.

Her maternal instincts were instantly awakened. She stroked the long hair on the boy's forehead with one hand for a while before saying with emotion, "Although Fujiwara-kun often lies... he is really good-looking. It's a pity I don't know little Fujiwara-kun; he must be very cute."

"I'm not lying."

"Really? Rinko's been fooled by you for so long, honestly..."

"My senior doesn't blame me anymore, so don't mention this again!" Fujiwara Rinya chuckled and pulled his head back.

Mrs. Hoshimi lowered her head, poured the brewed tea into a teacup, and handed him the first bowl with both hands: "Please enjoy."

"Thank you!"

As soon as Fujiwara Izaya left, he immediately moved closer to her.

I took a small sip of tea from the teacup.

The tea brewed by the mother has a richer flavor and a longer aftertaste compared to the tea brewed by her daughter.

Mrs. Hoshimi stirred the tea with a bamboo brush and continued to serve tea to Mrs. Kasahara and Ōmikami.

As a tea room, the room seemed rather simple, yet it perfectly complemented Miss Miko's radiance. Her lips were tightly pursed, and her earnest, girlish expression gave her a delicate, fresh look; her fair hands resembled blooming cherry blossoms.

Fujiwara Izaya remembered something: the last time he attended a tea party, it was his senior who ordered the tea for him.

Compared to her daughter, the mother possessed a slightly superior temperament and charm. Her fair, slender neck and rounded shoulders made her appear younger and more vibrant than her age. Her nose and mouth were as delicate and refined as her senior's, but her eyes were large and bright, making her particularly endearing.

Compared to the ever-changing charm of Mrs. Kasahara, who was of the same age and status, Fujiwara Rin could sense that Mrs. Hoshimi possessed a pure and genuine beauty.

“Hey, I say, Fujiwara-kun…” Mrs. Kasahara suddenly spoke up, saying sarcastically, “You’d better watch out for Miko. She always puts on a docile and innocent act, but who knows what she’s really thinking.”

Mrs. Hoshimi blushed immediately.

Feeling as if her secrets had been read, she crossed her hands, which were resting on her knees, over her stomach.