The beach was so hot, and the wind had a strong smell of tide. Fujiwara Izaya took a deep breath and looked up at the orange sky. When he opened his hands upward, he could still clearly feel the heat of the summer sun. After a while, the waves
Start washing the soles of your feet with cool ice.
Under the soda bottle next to him was a newspaper.
The main page of the newspaper is a report on the riots at the Minami-Izu Town Summer Festival. The story is roughly about a film and television company that illegally filmed without reporting in order to have more realistic effects, which caused the riots. The film and television company has already published an apology in the newspaper.
, and is closed indefinitely.
Since he is not a senior politician, Fujiwara Izaya thinks that these reports are full of errors. But politicians only need to make ordinary people believe it. If they don't believe it, let them speculate. Anyway, these reports say nothing about the existence of supernatural beings.
Don't mention it.
At five o'clock, Fujiwara Izaya returned to the dojo.
He sneaked into Mrs. Kasahara's room first, and mother and daughter were just about to change clothes.
"Xiangxiang, come here and try it on with mom." Mrs. Kasahara put the paper bag containing the clothes on her knees, unwrapped the wrapping paper, and the smooth feel of the crepe made her feel an uncontrollable girlish joy.
He carefully measured the length of the cuffs with his fingers.
"This set belongs to my mother, right?" Asuka Kasahara's eyes sparkled.
"Yes."
"What's my trick?"
"The pattern is very beautiful!"
"Are the sleeves a little short?"
"Oh? No." Mrs. Kasahara raised the sleeve of her mourning dress and put it on her arm to gesture, "Look, it's just right."
Kasahara Asuka knelt down and untied the string on the other wrapping paper, revealing the black mourning clothes inside.
"Is this a belt? What a satin, oh...Mom, the style is so ugly!"
"These are mourning clothes." Mrs. Kasahara smiled broadly.
Black mourning clothes are undoubtedly not suitable for young girls. Even the embroidery on the belt is black.
Kasahara Asuka pursed her lips: "Watching fireworks while wearing mourning clothes always feels weird."
"Isn't this better?" Mrs. Kasahara held her delicate face with both hands and said proudly: "The widow attribute is a plus point."
"I'm a beautiful girl!" Asuka Kasahara rolled her eyes at her mother.
Next, the mother and daughter began to change clothes.
Fujiwara Izaya turned his back.
Just listen to the sound and don't look at the person.
Among the very slight sounds, he could accurately distinguish the sounds of hands reaching into sleeves, tightening belts, and adjusting collars.
After they got dressed, Fujiwara Izaya heard Mrs. Kasahara laugh and curse "little pervert".
"I'll read it if I don't want to read it before I get scolded." He walked into the room and said.
"What do you think of this outfit?" Mrs. Kasahara spread her hands like a peacock in flight and gracefully circled it in front of him.
"Black mourning clothes make women more beautiful." Fujiwara Izaya gave a thumbs up.
"Glib talk." Mrs. Kasahara glared at him reproachfully, then turned around to tie her daughter's belt. Fujiwara Izaya looked at the school girl in mourning clothes beside her. Perhaps because mourning clothes do not distinguish between ages, the school girl looked suddenly young.
After being two or three years older, she has a more mature air, and her breasts actually look a lot plumper.
Mrs. Kasahara tied the belt of her little daughter's clothes and pulled up the skirt for her.
"Xiangxiang looks like an adult, and my mother won't like it."
"oh?"
"When you grow up, you don't belong to your mother alone." Mrs. Kasahara rubbed her little daughter's head. Maybe the belt was tied too tight, and her little daughter's figure was more slim, which made it easier for people to have evil thoughts.
"Asuka's expression is incompatible with her mourning clothes," Fujiwara Izaya said.
After he said this, Mrs. Kasahara also discovered that her youngest daughter was as happy as if she was wearing a New Year's dress. A brand new pure white collar was exposed in the black kimono.
Her neck and rose-colored cheeks were exposed and she was filled with a smile.
Mrs. Kasahara couldn't help but feel elated by her little daughter's beautiful face.
"Xiangxiang, take a few steps to show mom."
"Okay." Asuka Kasahara imitated the models walking on the catwalk, twisting her waist and walking back and forth.
Hey, hey, these are mourning clothes, you should be sad... Fujiwara Izaya shrank his shoulders and shouted in his heart.
"Fujiwara, come here." Mrs. Kasahara puffed up her chest and turned to face Fujiwara Izaya. Perhaps the black mourning dress more clearly highlighted the maturity of her widowed body, so she now looked like she could easily be coerced and humiliated.
"Mother." Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head to greet her.
"You're serious!" Mrs. Kasahara said in a dumbfounded voice, handing him the other belt in her hand, "Help Mom tie the belt."
"g?"
Kasahara Asuka on the side was dumbfounded.
"You heard it, she asked for it." Fujiwara Izaya looked at the school girl sympathetically.
"Mom is so cunning!" Asuka Kasahara puffed out her cheeks and widened her eyes angrily, "First you help Asuka tie her belt yourself, and then you ask your seniors to tie it for you, ahhhhh, damn it!"
"This is the wisdom of life." Mrs. Kasahara looked very proud and seemed to enjoy teasing her daughter.
Fujiwara Izaya took the belt and put it behind Mrs. Kasahara.
A belt as wide as a palm was wrapped around her waist in circles. After slowly tightening, it perfectly outlined the straight arc of her chest.
The back of her neck, which is as white as snow, blooms like a coquettish black rose against the backdrop of the black kimono and thick black hair.
"Hey, why can't the knot be tied? Mother, wait a moment..." Fujiwara Izaya used a very clumsy gesture to tuck the two ends of the belt into a ball. His expression was very annoyed. However, his eyes were filled with a light of joy.
, I don’t want to let go so soon.
"Senior!" Kasahara Asuka shouted unhappily.
Oops.
My little thoughts were exposed by my school girl.
But it doesn't matter, my mother didn't say no, why should I care about what you, a child, think.
"By the way," Fujiwara Izaya gently placed his two palms on Mrs. Kasahara's waist, and asked as if to divert the attention of mother and daughter, "How is the follow-up situation of the renovation of the ancient temple?"
"The disobedient old guy has stepped down." Mrs. Kasahara leaned back slightly and said in a leisurely voice, "Let's replace him with someone younger and more obedient. Please don't plead with me on this matter. If you disobey the chairman's words, it will be bad for everyone.
make."
As soon as she tilted her head back and combed her hair in an elegant bun on the back of her head, she touched the tip of Fujiwara Izaya's nose.
Smelling the faint fragrance of hair, Fujiwara Izaya felt tightness in his chest, and said in a muffled voice: "What can I ask for on his behalf? As the most loyal ally of the Kasahara family, I support all the decisions of Sister Kasahara."
"That's nice to say." Mrs. Kasahara patted his hand gently on her waist.
"Oops, I tied it wrong again." Fujiwara Izaya looked annoyed.
Such a damn slim waist, he had to work very hard to resist the urge to hug her tightly.
Mrs. Kasahara smiled.
"If I can make my sister happy tonight, I will wear this mourning dress and play with you for ten minutes."
"Am I that kind of person?"
"Twenty minutes." Mrs. Kasahara's tone was ambiguous, her hand gently brushing her bulging breasts.
Fujiwara Izaya immediately replied: "Deal!"
"Hmph!" Asuka Kasahara stretched out her foot and kicked her senior's butt.
"Asuka is jealous again." Fujiwara Izaya tied the belt and reluctantly let go of Mrs. Kasahara's waist.
At this time, Mrs. Kasahara came over and said coldly in his ear: "Folly is not something to be encouraged."
"Wait a minute, why am I careless?" Fujiwara Izaya's face was not red but his heart was not beating.
When Mrs. Kasahara heard what he said, her expression gradually turned stern.
"You are still so confident. It's so inappropriate." She pulled Fujiwara Izaya's ear with one hand, her expression very angry, "Today we have to choose one, mother or daughter, please give us mother and daughter an explanation!"
"It hurts, it hurts!"
The mother and daughter tossed Fujiwara Izaya hard for a while before letting him go with a smile.
"Okay, sit down."
"Um."
Kasahara Asuka wiped the sweat from her forehead, leaned on her mother's shoulder and asked, "Why are we going to worship two young monks? Don't you find it boring?"
"Oh, Xiangxiang is really too spoiled." Mrs. Kasahara put her finger on her cheek and sighed as if she had a headache. Then she turned her head and told Fujiwara Izaya with a frown on her face, "You are a father.
It doesn’t matter if you don’t say a word, hurry up and discipline your daughter.”
Fujiwara Izaya: "..."
"Mom, why are you acting like a child!" Asuka Kasahara threw herself into her mother's arms.
Mrs. Kasahara gently held her little daughter on her knees, with a smile in her eyes: "It's been a long time since I hugged Xiangxiang like this, you're so heavy..."
"If you get fat like mom, it will be troublesome." Asuka Kasahara chuckled.
"How can mom hold Xiangxiang if she is not fat? She has grown up." Mrs. Kasahara seemed to embrace everything, gently patting her daughter's young and energetic warm back through the mourning clothes, "But
It's really bad when she grows up. Although she can still act like a spoiled child with her mother, after all, besides her mother, she has another boy who can act like a spoiled child."
Speaking of this, the wife looked at Fujiwara Izaya again.
The strong amorous feelings of a harem made Fujiwara Izaya's scalp numb and his heart throbbed.
Oh my god!
This noble woman has so many facets.
With such rich emotions and superb acting skills, it would be a shame if others were given the advantage.
In line with the responsibility of a father, Fujiwara Izaya said to his youngest daughter with a straight face: "They sacrificed their lives to safeguard justice and deserve our respect. There is a saying that goes well, it is difficult to see clearly in the long night, but it is beyond our power.
There are still people walking with lights on..."
Before she finished speaking, Kasahara Asuka chuckled and twisted her body.
"Don't move, let mom hold her for a little longer." Mrs. Kasahara grabbed her hand tightly and said. Mother and daughter put their heads together and ignored Fujiwara Izaya who was halfway through the conversation. Instead, she talked about the relationship between mother and daughter.
whispers.
Asuka is spoiled by you... Fujiwara Izaya tilted his head and stared at the flower-like mother and lively and lovely daughter.
In his mind, the scene of them worshiping in front of the tombstone emerged, while he stood silently behind him, looking at the photo on the tombstone and said in his heart: You can go in peace, I will take good care of them, mother and daughter.
Tsk tsk.
What a perverted feeling.
After slipping out of the room of Kasahara and his daughter, Fujiwara Izaya jumped into the room of Hoshimi and his daughter.
His wife and senior sister had already changed their clothes, which made him feel a bit pity, but it didn't matter, he hadn't changed his clothes yet.
"You're a step late." Mrs. Hoshimi looked at him and teased: "If it had been three to five minutes earlier, you would have been able to see Rinko's body."
"What a pity." Fujiwara Izaya patted his head in frustration, "Senior is secondary, the main thing is that I missed Sister Hoshimi."
"Ah," Mrs. Hoshimi said happily, covering her mouth with her hands, "being remembered by a handsome young man is worth a drink to celebrate. Do you want to join us tonight?"
Hoshimi Rinko stared at him with cold eyes.
"Of course," Fujiwara Izaya said with a smile, "Being with you can remind me of the time I spent with my mother when I was a child."
"Yeah." Mrs. Hoshimi became increasingly happy.
"Her mother is flat-chested!" Hoshimi Rinko said nonchalantly.
Mrs. Hoshimi's smile stopped.
"Fujiwara-kun, please die again tonight!" She looked angry.
"Hahaha!" Mrs. Kasahara's cheerful laughter came from the room of Kasahara and her daughter, as well as the sound of palms slamming on the tatami.
"Size doesn't really matter." Fujiwara Izaya explained to Mrs. Hoshimi, who was about to explode. "The main thing is temperament!"
"What if Jizi's is the same as mine?"
"Then forget it."
"Tsk, tsk, double standard..." Mrs. Xingjian looked at him with a charming look of contempt.
"It's really temperament that is more important." Fujiwara Izaya had no choice but to continue explaining, "Himeko is a noble and charming woman, and she needs to be big to set off her temperament. And Yako, you are elegant and quiet, so if you are too big
On the contrary, it will destroy the elegant temperament.”
"You'll pass." Mrs. Xingjian stopped arguing with him.
Don't you think it's inappropriate for you and my mother to discuss the size of your breasts... Rinko Hoshimi coughed slightly, her eyes cold: "Fujiwara-kun, please stop."
"I'm going to change clothes." Fujiwara Izaya turned around and returned to his room.
There was a kimono ready on the bed. He had just put it on and had time to tie it up. Then the sliding door on Hoshimi's mother and daughter's side opened. Mrs. Hoshimi dragged her daughter's wrist over and said, "You come and serve Fujiwara."
Get dressed."
Fujiwara Izaya was a little embarrassed: "Isn't this bad? (Well done!)"
"If I, the mother-in-law, don't help her, she will lose everything." Mrs. Hoshimi threw her daughter over like she was throwing garbage, and then closed the door with a swish.
The setting sun quietly flows into the room from the window, and the gentle wind occasionally sways the white curtains.
The temperature in the house is a bit high. Tulips, anemones, poppies and other flowers planted in the courtyard are blooming in the flowerbed, and the wind blows the fragrance of the flowers into the house.
Hoshimi Rinko let out a deep sigh, which seemed to be squeezed out of her whole body. She rubbed her palms together and approached Fujiwara Izaya in embarrassment, her cheeks slightly red.
"Step back a little and don't move." She whispered, wrapping her hands around his waist to tie his belt.
There is an eight centimeter difference in height between the two.
Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head and looked down at his senior sister's face. Her hair was filled with the fragrance of gardenia. The clothes that were not gorgeous also gave her a sense of brightness, and her slender neck was filled with youthful aura.
"Only a wife can tie a belt for her husband." He suddenly said.
Xing Jian Rinzi suddenly stopped her hand.
A beautiful, young and dreamy figure, eyes wide open, cheeks slightly feverish, standing blankly in innocence and longing.
The sunlight coming in through the window was intertwined with the smell of soil, flowers, and the sea. It was quiet and clear. Hoshimi Rinzi pursed her lips and breathed for a while, then raised her face and said, "Raise your head and let me straighten your collar."
Fujiwara Izaya didn't move.
"Raise it higher!"
I repeated it again, but he still didn't move.
"Asshole!" Hoshimi Rinko cursed angrily, holding back her embarrassment and gently lifted his chin up, and used her other hand to help him adjust his undergarment collar.
"Senpai looks really good in mourning clothes." Fujiwara Izaya said with narrowed eyes.
"Don't talk nonsense!" Hoshimi Rinko scolded him.
"Senior, can you give me a hug?"
"..."
Hoshimi Rinko stepped back warily.
She grabbed Fujiwara Izaya's collar with her left hand, opened her right index finger, and stared up at his chin with her fingertips. Her wrists were trembling. It seemed that her fingers were the only strength left in her body, and her red cheeks looked a little shy.
charming.
If this was a school girl, Fujiwara Izaya would kiss her.
It's a pity that she is a senior. The majestic and beautiful senior is not a little bitch. Even if she is hugged, she will not be hugged so easily by Fujiwara Izaya.
"Senior's hair is so beautiful." He could only rub it bit by bit.
Hoshimi Rinko subconsciously put the hand that lifted his chin back to her hair.
As a result, Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head and stared straight into her eyes: "You are so cute even when you are shy."
"..." Hoshimi Rinko put her hand to her lips, not daring to look at him, and said in a low voice like a whisper: "Please, I'm not a brainless girl. Please don't say this again, it will make people annoying.
"
"The arrogant look is the cutest."
"...I am the arrogant one!" Xing Jian Linzi suddenly raised his head, his eyes were sharp, and his pretty and fair face turned red.
"Ah, yes, yes, you said so, so I have no choice but to believe it."
"Okay, let's go." Seeing Rinzi helping him put on his clothes, Hoshi turned around and wanted to run away.
"Wait a minute, there's still time." Fujiwara Izaya raised his hand and checked his watch, "It's just past five o'clock in the evening, and the fireworks show won't start until eight o'clock."
"I feel unsafe being with you!" Rinko Hoshimi refused coldly.
Fujiwara Izai didn't say anything, he just walked from the back door of the room to the verandah and sat down on the floor. Hoshimi Rinko left the room in wooden slippers, but after a while, she came over with a plate of cut watermelon.
The evening was approaching, the sunlight was getting weaker, and the shadows of the trees were spreading under the eaves. The two of them were eating watermelon and looking at the plants in the courtyard. Just listening to the sound of the leaves swaying in the courtyard gave people a comfortable feeling.
Hoshimi Rinko is really elegant. When eating watermelon, she will patiently remove the seeds before eating in small bites. She will never spit out the watermelon seeds while eating. In contrast, Fujiwara Izaya sometimes even removes the seeds.
Without vomiting, I swallowed it directly into my stomach.
"Be careful of watermelon seeds sprouting in your stomach." Rinko Hoshimi gently touched him with her elbow.
"It will be expelled. Did you learn biology in vain?"
"Can't you tell this is a curse?"
"Why are you cursing me?"
"What do you think?" Hoshimi Rinko put on a noble and elegant posture.
Fujiwara Izaya thought for a moment and asked doubtfully: "Is it because I often stare at senior's legs, so senior is angry?"
"..." Hoshi saw Rinko folding her legs unnaturally.
Fujiwara Izaya looked over consciously.
The beautiful toes in the wooden sandals curl up shyly, like the pink pads of a kitten, the legs are tight and well-proportioned, and the lines are long and smooth...
"Fujiwara Izaya!"
"Hi!"
"What are you looking at!"
"I was wondering why watermelon is so sweet."
"He's obviously been staring at my legs!"
"I'll show you my legs at worst." Fujiwara Izaya stretched out his legs.
"Get out!" Hoshimi Rinko kicked away hard.
"What's so bad..." Fujiwara Izaya muttered and looked away casually, saying nothing.
After being quiet for a while, Hoshimi Rinko said as if she couldn't help it: "Fujiwara-san, what are you looking at?"
"Look at the green pine trees, the gorgeous flowers, and the scenery becomes even more beautiful with the sunset."
Hoshimi Rinko also saw it.
The sea breeze is very soft, and the sunlight turns into a hazy and unclear color.
At this time, Fujiwara Izaya leaned into her ear and said: "But when senior is looking at the scenery, I am also secretly looking at senior."
"Look how annoying you are!" Rinko Hoshimi said, lowering her head.
Fujiwara Izaya suddenly reached out his hand, grabbed her left and right cheeks and pulled them outward.
"Hahaha……"
Before Hoshimi Rinko could fight back, he ran away with a smile.
"You're dead!" Hoshimi Rinko, blushing furiously, chased him all over the house with her clogs on her feet.
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In the small wooden building by the sea, the setting sun shines through the window, dyeing it a fiery red.
At this time when day and night, yang and yin alternate between demons, whether it is Natsuki Ri or Kasahara Fuka-Eri, the setting sun looks like diluted blood dripping from their heads.
In the room, there is a rather simple altar.
Willow branches are erected at the four corners of the floor. The willow branches at each right angle are connected with the red connecting ropes between the two adjacent willow branches, forming a square boundary. The table in the middle of the boundary
Two plates were placed on it, one with folded paper and the other with a clay pot.
"What are you going to do?" Kasahara Fuka-Eri asked.
"Yeah, just like you." Xia Xili smiled mysteriously.
"Me?" Kasahara Fuka-Eri felt something bad.
"Yes."
Xia Xili's smile continued.
In his sight, Kasahara Fukaeri's long orange hair was bathed in the sunset, like a blazing flame.
"Shikigami binds the spirit?" Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked solemn.
Xia Xili nodded lightly.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri was speechless.
After knowing Xia Xili for so long, she felt for the first time that this person was crazy.
Binding the spirit of a shikigami is a spell that allows a shikigami to possess its owner. Since the human body itself is fragile, the physique of monsters is generally strong. Therefore, some people have figured out the trick of binding the spirit of a shikigami to make the shikigami bow down.
Shen means temporarily turning the body into a monster, which can make up for the shortcomings of the body, and at the same time, it can connect with the spirit of the shikigami to enhance the combat ability.
From an effect point of view, Shikigami Spirit Binding is a very powerful spell.
But in actual combat, almost no one dares to use this move, because...the body is shared with the shikigami. If the shikigami has evil intentions, he will take the opportunity to devour the owner's soul and take the owner's body as his own.
"Aren't you afraid that your soul will be swallowed up?" Kasahara Fuka-Eri felt puzzled.
"It's not certain who will be swallowed by whom." Xia Xili placed a few spiritual talismans in front of her and formed a seal with her hands.
"The formations are arranged in five directions, and the shikigami supports the wings!"
The divine power lingered, with a faint blue light, flying on her skin like feathers. Her face, illuminated by the blazing light, showed an awe-inspiring expression.
She is beautiful, charming, and persistent.
The wind caressed her skin, and Kasahara Fuka-Eri's long orange hair was swaying lightly. She saw Mrs. Tanimura being pulled out of the pottery pot and emerging on Natsuki Li's body. Even if it was just a faint shadow, she could still see the fox ears.
and tail.
"The true form is ready, the shikigami binds the spirit!"
The fox shadow trembled slightly.
Under the disturbance of the air flow, the clothes on Xia Xili's body bulged, as if breathing.
The fox shadow blended into her body, making her already charming face even more charming. You could vaguely see the fluffy fox ears growing on her hair.
But in vain, the face turned into Mrs. Tanimura's face, and soon turned back into Xia Xili's face... struggling, changing, twisting, the two faces alternated in turns.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's expression was indifferent, her eyes always staring at Xia Xili.
"Asshole, go to hell -" Xia Xili roared with determination. But the next second, his face changed to Tanimura's ferocious smile, "I don't know what to say -"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri sighed slightly, with fire burning in her pupils.
The woman in front of her twisted her face in pain, and that expression scolded her, making her feel uncomfortable. If that didn't work, she could only forcefully destroy the middle stage of the barrier ritual, and then control Xia Xili's body. The problem was, if she used enough
The powerful demonic power that destroys the barrier will inevitably affect the people inside.
but--
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Kasahara Fuka-Eri's anxiety reached its limit, and she unconsciously clenched her fist and punched it down with burning flames.
"Wait a minute!" Xia Xili opened her eyes and stretched her neck with her last strength, "Dish...hair!"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's hands stopped for a moment, and then she found a bunch of hair curled up in the folded paper on the plate on the altar. She picked up the hair and wrapped it around the red rope on the edge of the barrier.
"Xiao Linye——"
Sparks burst out in Xia Xili's eyes.
After shouting his name forcefully, the hair on the red rope exploded with a "pop".
The thick sound shook the air, and the altar was instantly destroyed. The divine power accumulated inside the barrier surged out like a big wave. Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, Xia Xili coughed hard. After regaining control of his body, fresh air flowed in.
Lungs, she breathed greedily. The lingering fear of death frightened her, but also brought her back to life.
The fox's ears twitched slightly.
"Well..."
The sound flowed naturally from the lips.
Xia Xili opened her eyes suddenly, her face filled with obvious childlike joy.
"It's just a three-tailed fox, but it's not worthy of my little Linya..." She swung her fluffy tail and reached out to touch her ears, "Next time, I will decide on Tamamo Mae's soul!"
"A three-tailed fox almost swallowed you?"
"There's still time!" Xia Xili said nonchalantly, "I asked you to massage me and use intense pain to temper my will, not just to become a three-tailed fox."
"...Crazy." Kasahara Fuka-Eri let out a long sigh.