I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Kawashima Miki's face turned bright red instantly.

afterwards?

When did I ever have sex with him?

!

"Ahem," she coughed lightly, her face cold, and snapped at the reception desk, "No whispering during work hours!"

The girl who had been excitedly gossiping just moments before was suddenly so frightened she didn't dare breathe. Even the deliveryman was intimidated by her aura, staring blankly at the suddenly appearing, aloof woman, hesitant to confirm her identity.

“The flowers are mine,” Kawashima Miki told him.

At this moment, she reverted to the aloof, strong woman she had been before meeting Fujiwara Izaya.

"Okay, okay." The deliveryman quickly opened the box and took out the bouquet. "Please sign for it. There are 33 red roses and white baby's breath in total."

A large cluster of vibrant red roses came into view, dotted with white baby's breath.

"Wow!"

"so beautiful!"

The girl at the reception desk called out first.

Kawashima Miki's heart pounded as she forced a straight expression and accepted the bouquet.

In the ten years she's lived in Tokyo, she's been quite popular with men, receiving as many confessions of love as there are light bulbs on the Tokyo Skytree. But this is the first time she's ever received flowers from a man.

"Sister Mei..."

At the reception desk, all the girls craned their necks to look at her.

"Are you in a relationship?" someone asked.

"No, no, cough cough..." Kawashima Miki blushed, quickly signed the delivery slip, and then turned to the girl at the reception desk: "You're not allowed to discuss this anymore!"

"Oh! Sister Mei is blushing!"

Perhaps seeing her slightly shy expression, the girls laughed.

Women at this time don't hold grudges against others' envious remarks, so they can take this rare opportunity to tease their usually strict boss.

"It must have been a gift from my boyfriend!"

"That's wonderful! I also want to receive roses from my boyfriend!"

"Wake up, you don't even have a boyfriend yet."

The girls at the reception desk were all smiling.

"Ah... how embarrassing!" Kawashima Miki smelled the fragrance of the flowers and thought to herself that the brat was really naughty. He must have wanted to embarrass her in front of so many people, so he had the flowers delivered to the lobby.

Otherwise, why didn't he bring it back himself?

Yes.

She was right.

Fujiwara Izaya, who had been standing at the door for a while, walked towards her.

Under the bright and dazzling lights of the lobby, her round and beautiful oval face appeared even more vibrant and radiant against the backdrop of red petals.

Kawashima Miki, engrossed in the fragrance of flowers, was unaware of his approach.

She is currently troubled by a strange and complicated feeling, on the one hand admonishing herself not to give up so easily, and on the other hand feeling genuinely happy.

"Madam, are you happy?"

Kawashima Miki, who was struggling with her thoughts, suddenly trembled and her limbs stiffened.

"Fuji...Fujiwara?"

His voice trembled slightly, and his tongue was tied in knots.

"Ah—" The reception desk erupted in cheers.

Watching their aloof boss being embraced by a handsome young man who looked like he stepped out of a painting, the young girls' eyes revealed a pinkish envy.

Fujiwara Izaya reached forward and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist.

"What are you doing? There are so many people watching..." Kawashima Miki held the flowers in front of her chest with both hands, her face flushed, and looked at him warily. "Let me go first, we can talk about it when we get home."

"Now you're willing to say 'go home'?" Fujiwara Izaya looked at her, his eyes full of a gentle yet mischievous smile.

Meeting such loving gazes, Kawashima Miki couldn't help but feel an urge to listen to whatever he said, and her earlier resistance seemed to vanish in an instant.

“I did a great job today.” Fujiwara Ryūya lowered his head, getting closer and closer to her gaze. “As a wife, shouldn’t you reward your husband who has worked hard all day?”

"Wife, husband—"

The girl at the reception desk was screaming wildly.

In an instant, everyone in the lobby turned their attention to this side.

"Let me go first..." Kawashima Miki turned her flushed face away, her gaze fixed on the smooth floor of the Grand Council building, and said in a soft, trembling voice, "It's so embarrassing to have so many people watching. They'll laugh at me tomorrow..."

"Let them laugh." Fujiwara Izaya rested his chin on her shoulder and whispered in her ear, "The mysterious and noble empress, rumored to be ruthless, is now in my arms with her exquisite body. How could I bear to let go so soon?"

“You…” Kawashima Miki bit her lower lip.

Her cheeks were flushed, her skin more beautiful than the roses on their chests; her beautiful, misty eyes were more sparkling than the crystal chandeliers above them.

"Hold me tight," Fujiwara Izaya urged.

"No, no..." Kawashima Miki lowered her head, her gaze fixed on the flowers in her hands, and said as if trying to justify herself, "I'm holding flowers..."

“The flower is sandwiched in the middle, it won’t fall off.” Fujiwara Izaya gave her a gentle smile.

Kawashima Miki bit her lower lip, feeling conflicted.

"Hurry up," Fujiwara Izaya urged again.

"You, you shouldn't rush me..."

"hurry up!"

"..."

"If you don't hug me now, I'm going to kiss you in public."

“…You bastard!” Kawashima Miki felt somewhat humiliated, yet her heart also felt an incredible tingling sensation. She only resisted slightly before releasing the flowers in her arms, wrapping her hands around his back, and pressing them against his broad back.

Fujiwara Izaya gently pushed her away.

A flower fell between the two of them and landed at their feet.

"Eh?"

Kawashima Miki was taken aback.

The next second, a powerful pull brought her tightly against Fujiwara Izaya's chest. Without the flowers obstructing her view, she could clearly feel the boy's broad chest and strong arms.

Without a doubt.

The little devil has a perfect body.

This is a body that can satisfy all of a woman's passionate fantasies.

Similarly, even through a layer of clothing, Fujiwara Izaya could clearly feel her softness.

"My wife's body feels so warm."

"...Don't talk nonsense." Kawashima Miki's fair little hand gently tugged at the back of his clothes, feeling the fresh, forest-like scent emanating from his body. Unable to face it, she tightly closed her eyes.

“We’ve acquired another piece of land today.” Fujiwara Izaya brought his nose close to her ear and neck, gently inhaling her scent. “Soon, we’ll have two more Asakusa shrines. There will be a third, a fourth… My dear wife, you must manage them well for me.”

As he spoke, his chest rose and fell slightly, and you could feel his heart beating strongly; he wasn't lying at all.

Kawashima Miki slightly opened her eyes, looking at his chin illuminated by the light: "I can't..."

“Take your time, you have the ability to make money anyway.” Fujiwara Izaya moved his hands down and supported her bottom. “As the chief shrine maiden of Asakusa Shrine, the future development and expansion of the shrine will all depend on you, madam.”

"..."

Kawashima Miki's brow furrowed slightly.

She pulled her hands away from Fujiwara Izaya's back and grabbed his collar: "You just wanted to use me as a laborer, that's why you made me a shrine maiden, right!"

No anti-theft

"Otherwise what?" Fujiwara Izaya looked at her with a smile.

"Humph!"

Kawashima Miki's face turned cold.

She simply turned her head away, not even glancing at him.

"Could it be..." Fujiwara Izaya grabbed her chin, turning her gaze back to him. Looking at her stubborn expression, he raised an eyebrow. "Does Madam not want to show her abilities and only want to be a pretty face at Asakusa Shrine? If so, I don't mind. I can afford to support you anyway."

Kawashima Miki's expression finally improved.

“Besides, it’s great to be in charge of making money,” Fujiwara Izaya blinked, one hand pressing on her buttocks, the other moving down to her beautiful legs, touching the thin black stockings. “From now on, you’ll be in charge of all the money in the house, and I won’t be able to go out and have fun anymore.”

Kawashima Miki's face lit up with joy: "That's more like it."

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly realized that she had fallen into Fujiwara Izaya's trap again. Seeing the wicked smile on his face, Kawashima Miki quickly covered her face with her hands, trembling as she pressed her legs together, silently using her elbows to block his chest and prevent him from getting closer.

“Let’s go home.” Fujiwara Izaya let go of her and bent down to pick up the roses.

Kawashima Miki then released her grip, revealing her flushed face.

Holding flowers in one hand and taking his wife's soft hand in the other, Fujiwara Izaya had just taken a step toward the stairs when his eyes casually swept over the crowd, and suddenly his eye twitched.

Across from him, Inspector Suzuki, a serious police officer who never goes to bubble baths, blushed for a long time before finally managing to stammer, "Little mage, what a coincidence..."

"Uh, what a coincidence..." Fujiwara Izaya felt he should explain something, "Don't misunderstand, I'm being serious..."

"Hey? You two..."

Looking back.

The serious priest, Priest Ito, twitched his lips and said blankly, "What a coincidence."

"You two know each other?" Kawashima Miki asked with a charming smile.

Fujiwara Izaya frantically gave him meaningful glances.