I have an infinite number of shikigami

At this moment, the charming and alluring aunt overlapped in her mind with Fujiwara Reya — indeed a family, equally detestable when they turn bad!

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The lights were dim, and the candle shadows flickered.

Kasahara Fumi absentmindedly finished reading her book and left the balcony.

Returning to the room prepared for her, her mood gradually calmed down. The room was classical and elegant, with a narrow hanging piece of calligraphy or painting at the half tatami-sized entrance, and a folding screen painted with "The Tale of Genji" stories. Behind the screen hung a red beaded curtain, inside was a small bath; the maids had already brought in the hot spring water, scattering light pink dried petals into the steamy mist, with sandalwood gently wafting smoke by the poolside.

"Madam," a maid who had been waiting for a long time approached with clothes in hand, "we will attend to your bath."

"You all can leave now." Kasahara Fumi instructed, her voice somehow turning gentle.

"Yes, madam."

The maids responded and retreated, and the room returned to silence.

The candlestick flickered, with insufficient brightness.

Kasahara Fumi yawned and lazily stretched her body.

She lifted the light pink beaded curtain and casually untied her belt. With a soft rustle, the outer kimono fell to the ground, followed by the close-fitting undergarments, one by one slipping to the floor.

Her exquisitely sculpted shoulders, straight and smooth back, round and perky posterior, long and slender thighs... unfolded one by one. She bent down, raised her butt high, and took off the white tabi from her feet. In the flickering candlelight, her pure white feet bloomed like snow lotus in the night, exceptionally beautiful.

It was a pity Fujiwara Reya was not here.

Otherwise, he would shamelessly squeeze into the bath, wanting to bathe with his sister.

"Should I marry him tomorrow or not..."

"Though the monster world doesn't emphasize ceremony, such a major thing as marriage can't be taken lightly..."

"And how should I tell Asuka..."

"Annoying!"

"Maybe just forget about it..."

With strategies swirling in her mind, Kasahara Fumi scooped up a handful of water and slowly poured it down her shoulder.

The gentle warmth submerged every inch of skin, bringing a sense of relaxed comfort.

After washing her shoulders and upper body for a while, her entire body was soaked soft by the spring water, and her consciousness grew somewhat hazy.

You can try with your fingers... Natsuki Kuri's devilish whispers echoed in her mind, Kasahara Fumi quietly slipped her hand under the water, rubbing as if confirming a position on a map. The pink petals floating on the water obscured the view, making it impossible to see what was happening underneath.

It was clearly a mass of fire at first.

Yet after transforming into human form, it could look so graceful, so realistic...

Kasahara Fumi leaned her neck back, resting her head on the edge of the bath, her expression somewhat subtle.

From outside the curtain looking in, the cool and aloof policewoman had her body lines tense, her delicate shoulders subtly trembling. The inadvertent trace of allure at the corner of her eye complemented her unemotional, serene demeanor, exuding a transcendent charm in the misty steam.

The ripples on the water surface gradually calmed.

Kasahara Fumi's expression gradually relaxed.

Tiny water droplets clung to her snow-like cool skin; it was unclear whether it was spring water or sweat. Her pretty face steamed with deep red from the heat, even her neck and shoulder blades weren't spared, her half-closed, dreamy eyes indescribably alluring.

Is this feeling what Miss Miki referred to as kissing... Kasahara Fumi pondered this question, but before she could fully grasp that sense of loss or longing, she heard slight footsteps within the room.

Instantly, goosebumps rose all over her body.

The moment the footsteps sounded, she saw a fragmented, blurry silhouette on the petal-covered water behind her.

"Who's there?" Kasahara Fumi turned to look.

Unbeknownst to her, a nude, beautiful woman stood behind the bath barrel.

"...Mother?"

Kasahara Fumi's mouth opened wide, unable to close for a long time.

"Not welcome?" Mrs. Kasahara smiled gently, slowly walking to her eldest daughter, bending down to touch her hair.

"...No, it's not that." Thinking that her mother might have seen the earlier scene, Kasahara Fumi's mind went blank with fear, wishing she could die on the spot from shame. She lowered her head, her nose almost touching the water, murmuring like in a dream, "Why did you come here, without even a word..."

"Don't worry, mother didn't see anything." Mrs. Kasahara smiled warmly.

Before she could say anything else, Kasahara Fumi immediately shrank back, submerging her entire body, including her head, under the water. In the steaming mist and the petal-covered water surface, only her orange long hair floated pitiably like a criminal being interrogated.

Fumi is so cute~

Mrs. Kasahara laughed with pride and joy, bending down to slip into the pool as well.

Under the water, her hands reached out to gently embrace her daughter's waist, letting her lean into her arms.

"Whew~" Kasahara Fumi surfaced, taking a deep breath.

With the back of her head resting on her mother's soft body, the tension and embarrassment within her gradually faded. The typically cool and proud police officer showed a rare cute side, speaking softly: "How did Mother enter?"

"Hid inside your bag and came in." Mrs. Kasahara helped wash her daughter's hair, speaking gently, "Luckily, Mother came in, or else I would've missed my daughter's wedding."