I have an unlimited number of shikigami

She hesitated whether to teach him a lesson, but of course, she would use very little force, just like an older sister disciplining her younger brother.

"Sister," Fujiwara Izaya called out.

Kasahara Fukari, who was about to guard her hand against his, was stunned by his heartfelt address of "older sister."

"Sister, oh sister~" Fujiwara Izaya called out again, tightening his arm around her shoulder even more.

"What sister?"

Kasahara Fukaeri felt a little numb and dizzy.

“I have an older sister named Tomoko.” Fujiwara Izaya nestled against her chest. “She was so good to me, and I loved following her around… I wonder where she’s hiding with Father now. I really want to reunite with Tomoko soon.”

Kasahara Fukari's body went limp.

Yes, he was a boy who separated from his family at the age of sixteen and came to Tokyo alone. During the past year or so when he suffered discrimination, he must have missed his family very much... Thinking about these things, she felt a little sad.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Fujiwara Izaya moved his arm from her back to her chest.

"Incredible." He pressed his forehead against yours, feeling your warmth and softness. "I really wanted to call you 'sister' just now. It felt like when I was a child and wanted to be pampered by my older sister. I could fall asleep peacefully in your arms."

"Then go to sleep..." Kasahara Fukari gently patted his head.

She felt as if the dam in her heart had burst.

Immersing oneself in the sacred tenderness of motherhood alleviates a woman's shame.

"Why are you so at ease?" Fujiwara Izaya held her waist with both hands, his voice full of infatuation and adoration. "Could it be that I'm a sister complex?"

Kasahara Fukae playfully tapped his head: "What kind of brother takes advantage of his sister like that!"

Her collar was open, exposing her skin to the air, and the coolness made her realize that quite a bit of her skin was showing.

"I'm going to sleep." Fujiwara Izaya pressed his face against hers without any hesitation.

"Hey, you!"

Kasahara Fukari then realized something was wrong again. She trembled as she tried to get up from the recliner, but her legs wouldn't lift. Her face changed color, and her body trembled as if she were going to freeze, but her hands involuntarily held Fujiwara Izaya's head.

After doing this, she noticed the strange feeling, which miraculously subsided.

Fujiwara Izaya said in a muffled voice, "Could you let me unbutton two buttons?"

"Huh?" Kasahara Fukari was a little stunned.

“In the past, when soldiers went to war, their generals would personally offer them a farewell drink. Now, as my superior, I don’t want to drink; I just want to be close to you. I will forever remember this warmth, even if it means giving my life in the end!”

"what?"

"I'm going to be a hero after dawn!"

"..."

Kasahara Fukaeri found it hard to refuse.

As a boss, using physical encouragement to motivate subordinates... doesn't seem so wrong, does it?

“I, uh, you…” Kasahara Fukari said with a mournful face, slowly closing her eyes.

Fujiwara Rin also tried to loosen her collar, and she tried to cover herself two or three times, but eventually she simply stayed still and let him do as he pleased.

"It's so beautiful!"

"...Stop talking."

“I suddenly feel that this is a sacrifice for the commander, so let’s not do it,” Fujiwara Izaya said in a very serious voice. “I can handle this kind of sacrifice myself…”

Kasahara Mieri, whose mind was already in a mess, immediately replied without thinking, "If it's you, I'm willing..."

In a dazed state, the policewoman unexpectedly revealed her feelings of love.

This was the first time Fujiwara Izaya had ever seen such an adorable Fuka Eri, so he didn't hold back at all.

"Ouch, it's so cold." Kasahara Fukari involuntarily hunched her shoulders and curled her legs up to the side. "It's a little itchy, don't..."

She could no longer maintain her composure, and Fujiwara Izaya's breathing became erratic.

"I was absolutely right at the beginning, you really are bad..." Kasahara Fukari's eyes were glazed over, her heart filled with a burning emotion, she just wanted to hold Fujiwara Izaya and keep holding him forever.

Therefore, she did not refuse when she was picked up and carried towards her younger sister.

Of course, having a younger sister around prevents me from going any further.

After lying down on the bed, Kasahara Fukari was in the middle, turned to face Kasahara Asuka. Fujiwara Izaya leaned in from behind, one arm around her waist, his chin resting between her neck and shoulder.

The outside world gradually brightened.

Kasahara Asuka was fast asleep, her expression and posture unchanged, enveloped in warm blankets.

"Xiangxiang is really cute when she's not making a fuss." Fujiwara Izaya reached out with his other hand and gently ruffled his younger sister's hair. Her smooth, fine orange hair exuded youthful energy.

"Alright, it wouldn't be good to wake her up," Kasahara Fukari complained, touching her sister's earlobe with the tip of her little finger.

Soft and bouncy, with a faint citrus scent from the hair.

"The ears are so cute." Fujiwara Izaya's heart was melting.

“Her ears look a lot like her mother’s,” Kasahara Fukaeri said gently, turning to ask for his opinion, “Don’t you think so?”

The two looked at each other.

Their faces were so close that they could almost feel each other's gentle breath.

“They are very similar, not just in appearance, but also in personality.” Fujiwara Rinya said with a smile, “Sometimes she would wear the chairman’s clothes to tease me, and I could see what the chairman looked like when he was young in her.”

“We’re family, of course we’re like…” Kasahara Fukae’s face flushed slightly, and a small dimple appeared at the corner of her mouth.

She propped herself up on the mattress with one elbow, gently stroking Fujiwara Izaya's hair with the other, a faint smile on her face, before pressing her face against his chest.

Fujiwara Izaya's heart raced, and a warm current surged through his body.

Eri Fukamoto, now gentle, is so captivating… He held her tightly, and through her thin nightgown, he could feel the rhythm of her heartbeat resonating in his own heart.

A warm and comforting scent filled the air.

Kasahara Fukari thoroughly enjoyed this warm feeling. Every time her eyes met Fujiwara Izaya's, she felt as if she had been electrocuted. This feeling was unthinkable before... but now, nestled in his arms, enjoying his masculine embrace, her heart was filled with tenderness.

“Eri Fuka is now as gentle as a mother,” Fujiwara Izaya said.

Hearing his loving tone, Kasahara Fukaeri couldn't help but smile knowingly. Her smile was pure and bright, containing a beautiful and strong power.

Fujiwara Izaya gazed at her intently.

Kasahara Fukaeri slightly raised her chin to meet his gaze, her fair forehead reflected in his eyes. Ever since accepting the fact that she had married him, her face would flush and her body would tense up whenever she met those eyes.

"Don't move!" She gently rubbed her cheek against Fujiwara Izaya's cheek. "If you wake Xiangxiang, I'll kill you."

Fujiwara Izaya felt a tingling sensation.

It wasn't just the touch on my cheeks, it was the same in my heart.

The two snuggled together, their lips occasionally brushing against each other's cheeks.

"Eri Fuka".

"Ok?"

"Can I touch your leg?"

"..."

Kasahara Fukaeri's eye twitched slightly, all her warmth vanished.

“From the day I met you, I’ve thought your legs were the most beautiful in the world,” Fujiwara Izaya said, nibbling her ear. “The time we bathed together, I saw your feet, and they were so clean and beautiful. It was as if just touching them would allow me to touch your heart, such a symbol of purity and innocence.”

“You really know how to coax people…” Kasahara Fukari sighed, looking at him with a conflicted yet amused expression, “I’ll let you touch me just once.”

"Really?" Fujiwara Izaya suddenly became excited.

“You can touch, but you have to kneel!” Kasahara Fukaeri teased.

"That's absolutely no problem!"

Fujiwara Izaya nimbly rolled off the bed and knelt down beside it with a thud.

He loves the little romantic gestures between husband and wife the most.

Kasahara Fukari rolled her eyes at him, then turned around and sat on the edge of the bed, slowly lifting her skirt.

A stunningly beautiful face, a cool and aloof demeanor… and then, slowly, a pair of perfectly proportioned long legs were revealed. Fujiwara Izaya's eyes burned with desire as he grasped those slender, firm calves with both hands, feeling their tight, rounded curves.

"How about it?"

"Very touching..."

"Is it ready yet..." Kasahara Fukari's breathing became a little rapid.

"hold on."

Fujiwara Izaya slowly raised his head.

"..."

Kasahara Fukaeri supported herself on the bed with her left hand and pressed her skirt against her thigh with her right hand.

She was very nervous, her heart felt like a little bird was fluttering inside her, and her throat was so dry she couldn't speak.

Fujiwara Izaya let out a long sigh, slowly lifted his skirt a little, and then put his legs on his shoulders.

Fair-skinned, shapely, with beautifully defined muscles, and a pair of long, straight, healthy legs. The nightgown covered the area above the knees, adding a touch of alluring mystery with its partially concealed design.

"So beautiful..."

Fujiwara Izaya exclaimed in admiration.

Without a doubt, when it comes to legs alone, Eri Fukamoto is the best in the world.

Soft and smooth, beautiful and firm, this unparalleled treasure is a perfect blend of sexiness and fitness.

“The best compliment for a pair of legs is that they are food-grade…” Fujiwara Izaya’s lips touched her skin, feeling its delicate beauty. “Of course, Fuka Eri’s entire body is food-grade.”

Kasahara Fukaeri pursed her lips, her cheeks burning red.

When Shiranui blushed, it had a breathtaking beauty; her beautiful eyes were slightly moist, sparkling like jewels.

"Eri, Mom brought you some fruit..."

The door suddenly opened.