I have an unlimited number of shikigami

I can't stand it!

How could that bastard be so perverted!

Kasahara Fukari silently shifted her legs that were propped up under the table, scrutinizing her intently.

Under her gaze, Kawashima Miki's fair face quickly flushed with a faint blush, her eyes became slightly unfocused, she blinked more frequently, and her breathing became more rapid.

Why is this happening?

She clearly didn't drink any alcohol, so there's no way she could be drunk.

"Um, I'll leave for a bit..." Kawashima Miki stood up, supporting herself on the table, glaring at the kitchen through gritted teeth.

However, Fujiwara Izaya then walked into the restaurant with two plates in hand and a big smile on his face.

Kawashima Miki glanced at him coldly: "Where's the shikigami?"

"I've taken it back." Fujiwara Rinya acted as if he hadn't done anything, ignoring her angry glare, and sat down next to Kasahara Fukari with two plates of food. "Please have a taste."

The Gene Era

One plate was ham and egg fried rice, and the other was celery and beef.

"It smells so good!" Kasahara Fukae took a sniff and stirred the fried rice with a chopstick. "The grains are separate and look appealing. I didn't know you were such a good cook."

“The longer you’re alone, the more you naturally learn.” Fujiwara Izaya’s voice was gentle and his tone was soft. “Eat up. If you’re still hungry, I’ll make you something else. It’s nothing difficult to make, so it won’t be a problem.”

"Thank you, I like it very much."

Kasahara Fukari's aloofness softened somewhat. After saying thank you, she gently pulled down her skirt before straightening her posture and beginning to eat. Her eating posture was exceptionally graceful; her use of utensils and the frequency of her chewing were perfect, deserving full marks in an etiquette class. Her movements were light and seemingly slow, yet she devoured a large plate of fried rice in less than two minutes.

"It tastes very good."

She wiped her mouth with a napkin and then ate the celery and beef.

Fujiwara Izaya watched her eat with great delight. The way the icy policewoman was so engrossed in the food made him feel that the meal was well worth it.

"If that's not enough, I'll make more," he said. "There's some tofu and sweet potato chips in the fridge, and some tuna too. Want me to make some for you?"

"Thank you!"

Kasahara Fukaeri said a brief word to him and continued eating in silence.

Fujiwara Izaya returned to the kitchen, cooked tofu and sweet potato slices together, and served thinly sliced ​​tuna.

These items were also swept away in the blink of an eye, and Kasahara Fukaeri finally showed a satisfied expression, saying, "Thank you for the treat."

A stunningly beautiful woman eating so much at once... This was the first time Kawashima Miki had ever witnessed such a scene, and she stared at Kasahara Fukari's face in a daze, half admiration and half astonishment.

Saying I envy you is not enough to express my feelings.

The truth is, it's jealousy.

How can this woman maintain such a perfect figure while eating so freely? ... And if she's not careful about her diet, the number on the scale could scare her to death.

"Hey, hey," Kawashima Miki gritted her teeth, "Do you always eat this much?"

“It’s always like this,” Kasahara Fukaeri said calmly.

"But he doesn't look fat at all."

"A monk's alms bag," Kasahara Fukaeri said, touching her lower abdomen. "It can hold as much as you want, so you can eat as much as you want without gaining weight."

"..."

Kawashima Miki leaned back in her chair, staring at the ceiling, silently cursing herself that she would gain ten kilograms more tomorrow.

"By the way, Ms. Kasahara, I have a question." Fujiwara Izaya opened a bottle of mineral water and handed it to Kasahara Fukami, asking, "Your mother and Chairman Hoshimi both said that they would promote me to the position of chairman in the future, saying that it was originally a seat of Asakusa Shrine. Is that true?"

Kasahara Fukaeri nodded slightly, taking a sip of mineral water to moisten her throat.

"That seat has been vacant for so many years, has any shrine tried to get it?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.

“Of course there are.” Kasahara Fukaeri said, as if reading a nameplate. “Hanazan Inari Shrine and Hakusan Shrine are the most proactive, applying to become permanent chairpersons almost every year.”

Fujiwara Izaya leaned back in his chair and thought quietly for a moment.

Fushimi Inari Taisha Shrine, the main shrine of Inari Shrine, is located in Kyoto Prefecture, Kansai region, with over 30,000 branch shrines nationwide. Similarly, Hakusan Shrine, the main shrine of Hakusan Hisa Shrine, is also located in Ishikawa Prefecture, Kansai region, with over 3,000 branch shrines nationwide.

Compared to the Kanto region, both of these companies were major outsiders.

They're the kind of people who come to steal our business. Let alone welcoming them or letting them dabble in the Kanto branch, it would be polite if we didn't fight them.

In the quiet restaurant, Kasahara Fukari could almost hear the sound of his mind racing, and his slow, deep breathing. Then, he said, "Both are major shrines in the Kansai region. So, the chairman wants to promote me to protect the interests of the Kanto region and prevent the expansion of Kansai influence, huh?"

“That’s roughly what I mean,” Kasahara Fukari said, crossing her fingers on the table. “It doesn’t seem like a bad thing for you. However, to be elected, the support of the two chairpersons isn’t enough, and Asakusa Shrine itself needs to return to its former scale. Moreover, those two families won’t give up so easily; they will definitely try to obstruct this matter.”

“I understand.” Fujiwara Izaya carefully chose his words. “Then, please tell those two families that I am a yokai. I will provide the evidence.”

"What exactly are you planning to do?" Kasahara Fukaeri asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It's a secret!" Fujiwara Izaya smiled mysteriously. "By the way, I like sunbathing, swimming in the summer, and being with animals. I also often take walks on warm days. Do you like taking walks?"

Kasahara Fukaeri asked, seemingly puzzled, "What?"

“I said,” Fujiwara Izaya looked out the window at the torrential rain, “let’s take a walk together when the weather is clear.”

"What else do you need me to do?" Kasahara Fukaeri asked softly.

Fujiwara Izaya leaned closer and whispered in her ear, the two of them meticulously plotting their plan.

Across the table, Kawashima Miki stared blankly at the two of them, like an outsider. Her gaze was slightly unfocused, and her thoughts were equally chaotic. What she thought about most was that Kasahara Mie was truly a wonderful person. Not only was she of noble birth, but she was also refined and beautiful; in terms of both status and inner character, she was a flawless woman. In contrast, her own status as the owner of a brothel seemed less than satisfactory.

As she pondered this, Kawashima Miki glanced at Fujiwara Izaya again.

He kept speaking softly in Kasahara Fukaeri's ear, occasionally leaning back slightly, lifting his eyelids, his gaze lingering on Kasahara Fukaeri's profile for three or four seconds, and then a very slight smile would appear on his face.

Kawashima Miki couldn't quite describe that kind of smile.

Anyway, the kid had never smiled at her like that before, nor had he ever been this gentle with her.

The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved and resentful she felt. Besides, this was her home! Why were these two so intimate in front of her? Who were they trying to impress? Kawashima Miki felt a tightness in her chest and couldn't help but tap the table: "Hey, are you two done talking?"

"Wait a minute, don't make a sound." Fujiwara Izaya glared at her.

"..." Kawashima Miki pouted, reluctantly said "oh", then propped her head up with one hand and dozed off, feeling a little sleepy.

"Please tell the chairman this... um?" Fujiwara Izaya paused, feeling something on the top of his foot.

Kasahara Fukaeri asked, "What did you say?"

“Oh, so you asked her to help cooperate, but she started by making things difficult for me…” Fujiwara Izaya continued.

At the same time, the thing that was resting on his feet was slowly moving upwards, brushing against his calves, and soon gently rested on his thighs, rubbing them back and forth.

"..."

Fujiwara Izaya was somewhat taken aback.

The shape, the angle at which it was extended—there was only one possibility. He lifted his eyelids and glanced at Kawashima Miki, who was yawning sleepily, as if she knew nothing.

"Why are you daydreaming again?" Kasahara Fukaeri frowned in displeasure.

"Oh, sorry, cough cough..." Fujiwara Izaya coughed, controlling his expression, and said calmly, "Once you start it, the chairman won't need to do anything. Leave the opportunity to speak to those two shrines and let them attack me..."

While he was speaking, he gently lifted the tablecloth that was hanging down.

Two smooth, pink feet suddenly came into view, one under his left thigh and the other under his right thigh, the two feet forming the two sides of a triangle, supporting their heels between Fujiwara Izaya's thighs, and slowly moving forward.

What does this mean?

Is she trying to seduce me like this?

"And then?" Kasahara Fukari asked, then seeing his absent-minded look, she said coldly, "If you haven't thought it through, don't talk to me. Contact me when you have."

"...No, I was just thinking about something." Fujiwara Izaya immediately straightened his posture, his facial muscles tense. "After those two families finish their attack, it will be time for my counterattack. Please... um!"

He paused for a moment.

Fujiwara Izaya trembled and glared fiercely at Kawashima Miki across from him.

However, the woman completely ignored his expression and defiantly stomped her feet together under the table, sometimes deeply, sometimes lightly.

Kasahara Fukaeri frowned strangely.

From her perspective, Fujiwara Izaya suddenly turned red in the face and his neck bulged, as if he had suffered some kind of torment.

"No, it's nothing..." Fujiwara Izaya forced back the feeling of comfort and said in a dry, hoarse voice, "That's the plan. I'll trouble Ms. Kasahara to do a good job today and help me spread the word."

Kasahara Fukaeri pondered for a moment, then replied, "Yes. But I have one condition."

"Please speak." Fujiwara Izaya gazed at her small hands clenched into fists.

“You are to join Section 9,” Kasahara Fukari said firmly. “As a potential dangerous individual, I cannot allow you to act recklessly.”

Fujiwara Izaya remained silent.

It wasn't that he didn't want to answer, but after Kasahara Fukari said those words, his feet under the table seemed to be stimulated, and their speed and strength increased.

“If you refuse, I will refuse too,” Kasahara Fukaeri said with a displeased expression.

Fujiwara Izaya tensed his leg muscles and put one hand under the table: "I'm still a student, I can't neglect my studies."

As he spoke, he grabbed Kawashima Miki's two feet directly. Her bare little feet had cool, smooth skin that felt wonderful to the touch.

“Joining Section 9 will definitely waste a lot of my time.” He grabbed Kawashima Miki’s foot, his hands running over the sole, between her toes, and down her ankle. “Unless you promise me you won’t give me any coercive orders.”

Kasahara Fukaeri leaned back in her chair, concentrating on this possibility.

During a break in the conversation, Fujiwara Rinya glanced at Kawashima Miki. This beautiful enchantress was holding her handkerchief, her eyes narrowed into slits, and there was a hint of embarrassment and annoyance in her half-revealed gaze.

It was you who initiated it.

Now that I'm touching you back, you're still not happy?

Fujiwara Rinya inwardly criticized this woman's double standards.

Just then, her beautiful foot suddenly broke free and kicked him hard in the crotch.

"Endure~"

Fujiwara Izaya exclaimed immediately.

"Hmm?" Kasahara Fukari looked very suspicious.

At that moment, Kawashima Miki suddenly spread her two toes apart, creating a gap that gripped the tender flesh of Fujiwara Izaya's thigh, and twisted it forcefully.

"hiss--"