I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 269 - 122. Teaching the Underclassman and Physical Training, Natsuki Kuri and Fukaeri Have a Secret_4

Chapter 269: 122. Teaching the Underclassman and Physical Training, Natsuki Kuri and Fukaeri Have a Secret_4

Peace is maintained by dogs: which is Crow Tengu.

The thief cries: not only did he hand over the money, but he was also lucky to walk out alive.

Mrs. Hoshimi looked at Fujiwara Reya with anticipation: "I want to visit Fujiwara’s brother’s house!"

"Just take me, don’t take her." Mrs. Kasahara quickly interjected.

Mrs. Hoshimi turned back: "You can’t monopolize Mr. Fujiwara." freewēbnoveℓ.com

"Haha, you just wanted him to praise you and not me." Mrs. Kasahara shrugged grudgingly.

You two are dreaming... Fujiwara Reya thought to himself, munching on a piece of melon, unless you become one of us, how dare I take you two directors home.

"What about your father?" Mrs. Kasahara asked him, raising her empty glass.

"Father, oh, he’s a mountain." Fujiwara Reya refilled her soda, adding two slices of lemon.

Mrs. Kasahara shook her glass at him: "That’s quite an apt metaphor."

"That man of his, he’s just a grown-up child," Fujiwara Reya recalled his father and his outrageous antics, "when I was three, our family went on a trip. He found me annoying and left me at a service station while driving off with my mom, even putting a doll in the child seat to trick mom into thinking I was asleep. And every time he bought toys, he tricked mom into thinking it was for me, but it was really because he wanted to play with them, and he never let me touch them... Oh, and can you imagine how shameless a middle-aged man who loves collecting Sailor Moon figurines is? Every time we had guests at home, dad would say it was my hobby, and when I protested, he’d play the adult card..."

"Does he have any virtues?" Mrs. Hoshimi asked.

"Yes, plenty, the most notable being... afraid of his wife." Fujiwara Reya said, "and he’s good at kneeling, kneeling on durians doesn’t hurt."

Hoshimi Rinko covered her mouth, smiling gracefully.

"Is that funny?" Kasahara Asuka glared at her.

"Funny!" Hoshimi Rinko paused, then continued, "Besides, I knew all this six months ago, you’re just catching up."

"Don’t be so curious about my family business!" Kasahara Asuka retorted with a cold smile.

"Thick-skinned!" Hoshimi Rinko countered sharply.

The two mothers looked at their respective daughters, then exchanged glances.

"Let’s not act like children."

"Right, right, so here’s the deal, I’ll take the lower half of Mr. Fujiwara, you can have the upper half."

"That’s unfair. It should be split vertically, each gets half."

The younger ones were arguing, the older ones discussing splitting methods, as a flock of white seagulls flew from east to west, and Fujiwara Reya sighed, thinking what a peaceful and loving world this is.

Four o’clock in the afternoon.

The summer sky was still bright, but the sunshine was less intense.

The three women put on weighted sandbags and began running back and forth on the beach.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" Fujiwara Reya held the teaching stick, following behind Mrs. Hoshimi.

"Huff, huff..." Mrs. Hoshimi panted, the twenty kilograms of weight pressing on her, making her uncomfortable.

Smack!

Fujiwara Reya lightly tapped her shoulder with the teaching stick.

"Ouch~"

"Don’t forget, you have to run double the distance of Rinko and Asuka!"

"Why are you only picking on me!"

"Because you’re an adult!"

"I think you’re just taking revenge!"

"Correct, dear madam."

The little horse held the whip, pressing forward closely behind the big wagon.

As soon as the wagon slowed down a bit, he would crash into it and trample over.

The sun leaned slightly westward, the western sky starting to be stained by sunset, and after running three kilometers, Mrs. Hoshimi collapsed heavily on the beach as if relieved, completely exhausted, her legs swollen.

Her wet sports shirt clung sticky to her chest.

"We’re about to see the underwear!" Mrs. Kasahara gloated from the side.

Mrs. Hoshimi instinctively looked down.

Wearing a thick weighted vest, how could you even see!

The two girls next to her were also so exhausted they couldn’t stand up, panting like little dogs.

"Hydrate yourself, next is squats." Fujiwara Reya handed each of the three a sports drink.

"Phew~" At this point, Hoshimi Rinko didn’t care about elegance, wiping sweat with her sleeve while gulping down the water.

Kasahara Asuka was even worse off.

Too lazy to even move a hand, she lay flat on the beach, opening her mouth towards the sky: "Ah~"

Fujiwara Reya squatted down, feeding her a bit of water, and wiped her sweat in passing.

"Xiangxiang, keep it up!" Mrs. Kasahara looked at her youngest daughter’s nearly exhausted expression, feeling both heartache and satisfaction, "If you persevere, I’ll give you a massage during your bath tonight."

"I brought a specially formulated essential oil." Fujiwara Reya said mysteriously, "After exercising all your muscles, using it for massage is especially effective, I’ll let you use it tonight."

Mrs. Hoshimi turned her head powerlessly, glancing at her daughter: "Give mom a massage tonight."

"..." Hoshimi Rinko neither nodded nor refused, simply closing her eyes to regain her strength.

On the recliner, Mrs. Kasahara immediately jumped off, doing ten squats, then plopped to the ground: "Ah, I’m so tired, I feel like I’m dying, only a massage with essential oil from Mr. Fujiwara can get me up—"

"Shameless!" Mrs. Hoshimi, using the last of her strength, got up ready to go after her.

"I’ll go get the warm water ready!" Mrs. Kasahara nimbly got up, making her way back to the dojo while throwing a teasingly seductive wink at Fujiwara Reya.

Fujiwara Reya resisted the temptation, firmly declaring: "You two pairs of mothers and daughters, massage each other, don’t try to seduce me!"

After resting for ten minutes, the three women were once again forced to exercise.

The sun was slowly forming an arc, setting below the distant mountains.

Night gradually fell, gentle waves lapping the beach, stars began to twinkle in the sky, and the tide’s freshness enveloped the entire dojo, warm yellow light glowing in the windows, the sweet aroma of the cream soup Mrs. Kasahara made wafting.

Two kilometers away from the dojo by the sea, stood a lighthouse emitting orange beams.

Taken by sea breeze, a set of white tables and chairs was placed on the seawall, and Kasahara Fumi walked over from afar, seeing Natsuki Kuri elegantly seated on a plastic chair, gazing at the twinkling stars and lighthouse glow in the night sky. Her illuminated profile exuded an unshakable confidence and composure regardless of what happened.

"Are you planning to keep watch here?" Kasahara Fumi walked over and asked.

"Of course, let the little one be happy for a few more days~"

Natsuki Kuri replied to the starry sky, as if talking to the stars.

Suddenly, a gust of strong wind swept over the sea, carrying her voice away.

Facing the sea breeze, Kasahara Fumi became serious: "I brought the essential oil you wanted. But first, I need to remind you, it’s intended for enhancing the physical abilities of youkai. Human bodies are fragile, it needs to be diluted to use; otherwise, you wouldn’t withstand such pain."

"The air is so fresh."

Natsuki Kuri let the sea breeze brush through her hair, taking a deep breath.

Silently gazing at the night sky, Kasahara Fumi murmured, "I don’t understand your thoughts..."

"Humans are that complex, the emotions you need to comprehend are far from enough." Natsuki Kuri lay calmly, lazily under the lighthouse’s nighttime glow. She stared at the lighthouse for a while, then rose from the lounge chair, leading Kasahara Fumi towards the house by the seawall.

Kasahara Fumi struggled a bit, unable to shake off her hand.

"We’re both great beauties, why are you so nervous?" Natsuki Kuri teased her with a look back, giving an ambiguous flick to her thigh with a finger, "Besides, perhaps it won’t be long before you’ll be captured by my little devil."

"..."

Kasahara Fumi remained silent, following her into the house.

It was a fisherman’s cottage.

The front yard planted with some canna, the exterior walls white, quite pretty.

But too close to the sea, always filled with the scent of tides, wind, surf, fish...

"Give me a massage."

"Huh?"

"Why are you so surprised."

"It wasn’t in the plan!"

"It’s a last-minute addition, anyway..." Natsuki Kuri pushed open the door, "As a boss, Miss Fukaeri, wouldn’t you be unwilling for me to find your subordinate to give me a full massage, right?"

"I..." Kasahara Fumi looked a bit conflicted.

After a while, she said: "I don’t mind."

"You will mind in the future!"

Saying this, Natsuki Kuri pulled the cord with a snap, closing the blinds.

The sea breeze struck the windows.

After taking off her clothes, Natsuki Kuri lay naked on the massage cushion, the light from the chandelier highlighting her flawless body, Kasahara Fumi suddenly felt that this small piece of world was isolated from reality, adrift in a fantastical world.

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