I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Watching the elevator doors close, she tightened her round face and pouted her full lips: "...You only ever lie to me."

"No way, someone as gentle as me never lies." Fujiwara Izaya smiled and pressed her against the wall, forehead to forehead. "At least since you became my shikigami, I haven't told you a single lie. On the contrary, you're not honest!"

Kawashima Miki froze.

There was no dodging, no struggle, and not even a breath of air.

Feeling her soft body, Fujiwara Izaya whispered in her ear, "I've told you everything, even given you everything. What's your response?"

Warm breath entered her ears, and Kawashima Miki's body slowly went limp.

"Are you happy today, my wife?"

Her eyelids trembled, and her voice was barely audible: "...Happy."

"Since you're happy, shouldn't you take the initiative?"

"...I can't." Kawashima Miki kept her eyes tightly shut.

"Surely you'll learn it once you tell me, right?"

"relative……"

"what?"

"...Kiss me."

After saying this, Kawashima Miki seemed to have all her strength drained away, and leaned against the wall without moving.

Under the light, her alluring lips were slightly parted, and as she leaned closer, warm breath carrying a sweet fragrance emanated from them.

"No kissing!" Fujiwara Izaya refused decisively.

"You!" Kawashima Miki opened her eyes abruptly, glaring at him angrily. "Didn't you just say you'd agree to anything I asked?"

“Yes.” Fujiwara Izaya nodded. “But I’ve told you before that I’m a very conservative person. It’s shameless of me to ask you to kiss me when we have nothing to do with each other. I can’t do that.”

"Shut up!" Kawashima Miki was furious, panting heavily, and grabbed the flowers in her hand, smashing them over his head. "I'll teach you to be conservative, I'll teach you to be conservative, today it's either you or me who lives."

The instant she raised her hand, Fujiwara Izaya grabbed her wrist, and quickly grabbed her wrist with his other hand as well, lifting it high and pressing it against the elevator wall.

"Eh?"

Kawashima Miki was taken aback.

Before she could react, she felt Fujiwara Izaya press down on her heavily, his lips being kissed tightly.

"Um... um..."

The boy's full weight pressed down on her, and Kawashima Miki could do nothing but let out soft pleas for mercy. However, this somewhat humiliating experience was exactly what she wanted, so she struggled symbolically for a few moments before quickly getting into the mood.

For the first time, she was no longer forced, but began to respond awkwardly.

An unprecedented experience is coming.

They kissed for a long time. Even after their lips parted, they remained tightly embracing, their foreheads touching.

"Mrs."

"……Um?"

"Remember this, you are mine."

“I am Fujiwara-kun.”

"forever."

"Always."

A second kiss followed.

As the elevator rose and fell, so too did Kawashima Miki's heart.

In this unprecedented experience, she was unable to think about anything. She couldn't distinguish whether it was psychological happiness or physical satisfaction. When she regained consciousness, she thought that even if she was bullied by this annoying brat for the rest of her life, it wouldn't be a bad thing.

Chapter 106. A Rose-Colored High School Life—It's All About the Little Devil's Teasing

The rain was drizzling.

Time flowed into Tokyo Bay along with the rainwater on the ground, and the calendar turned to the end of June.

The rainy season has not officially ended, but the sky is already a clear blue, and the scorching summer sun is baking the earth. The lush green trees along the roadside, after more than a month, are once again casting dense shadows on the sidewalks.

"I'm going to school."

"Be careful on the road, and remember to take your trash with you."

"Ok."

"Eh..."

Yukino Riho chased after him out of the shop, watching his retreating figure in the distance: "Fujiwara-kun, you forgot your bento again—"

Fujiwara Izaya kept walking.

They fled as quickly as possible.

convenient?

What a joke!

He would rather eat pork chop rice in the cafeteria than eat another bite of the love-filled bento box made by that stupid woman.

I took the tram back to school and looked up at the Yotsuya Station. The endless blue sky and clear light made it hard to believe that late June to early July was a time when the rainy season was coming to an end and thunderstorms were frequent.

"Ah~"

A yawn escaped the glare of the sunlight as Fujiwara Izaya, carrying his schoolbag, strolled slowly toward the school gate.

There wasn't much to do today, and the school had suspended most activities to allow students to focus on preparing for the upcoming final exams. He always did very well in his studies and wasn't worried about his grades at all, so this was a good opportunity for him to slack off.

On the slope leading to the school gate, the cherry trees, after the cherry blossoms have faded, have sprouted fresh green leaves again.

The dazzling morning sunlight shone through the lush leaves, casting green shadows on Fujiwara Izaya's face, while the wind occasionally ruffled his overly long bangs.

A female office worker carrying a briefcase, a girl in a JK uniform, a housewife going out to buy groceries and walk her dog—they all kept brushing past him, a man with a tall and upright figure.

They would openly cast their fiery gazes at him.

It's just like seeing the male protagonist in a shoujo manga make his first appearance with his eyes highlighted.

Fujiwara Izaya, who was already used to being the center of attention, accepted these gazes with equanimity. If it weren't for the fact that the renovation of Asakusa Shrine was only halfway done, he would have even handed out his business cards to these women.

Women are known for their generosity when it comes to money, so if he treats her gently, the shrine's merchandise will definitely sell like hotcakes. And as a typical light-hearted male protagonist, Fujiwara Izaya has no shortage of gentle and kind qualities.

Back in the classroom, the first class was a classical Chinese text taught by Ms. Zhiming.

Fujiwara Izaya listened attentively and took careful notes.

However, halfway through the class, a crow flew in through the window, cawing loudly.

"Caw caw! (Young Master)"

Fujiwara Izaya turned his head to look at the dog and communicated with his eyes.

"Young Master, Young Master, let's go to Yingyan Mountain!"

'? '

'The Great Tengu of Mount Eihiko is at the peak of the King level, and he also has two other King-level subordinates and thirty-two General-level subordinates.'

'? '

'Although we can't compete in terms of high-end combat power, we can win with sheer numbers!'

'? '

'Young Master?'

'Dog, are you trying to send me to my death so you can take my place?'

'? '

'Hurry up and leave! Can't you see the young master is in class?!'

"Quack!"

The crow flapped its wings and flew away from the classroom.

After circling the school buildings a few times, he landed on the wire mesh of the tennis court, acting like the master of Beichuan, his dark eyes surveying the entire campus, not missing a single trace of movement.

Fujiwara Izaya's gaze hadn't yet returned.

In the distance, in front of Yotsuya Station, Chuo Line trams, gleaming in the sunlight, come and go, their straight tracks intertwined with overhead power lines. Along the railway, balconies of residential buildings are draped with drying quilts, and one can almost smell the fragrance of sun-soaked blankets from afar.

The lukewarm wind swayed the light, and the brightly colored Yotsuya resembled the Hogwarts world in an oil painting.

Looking at the vivid world, Fujiwara Izaya suddenly understood what it meant for "the air to flow slowly like flocks of birds flying among the trees" and what it meant for "a sleeping giant cat to lie on the sunny slope of time".

It's really great!

Fujiwara Izaya could watch such a scene all day without getting tired of it.

If it weren't for Ms. Chiming coughing a few times and then staring at him with an angry look, he wouldn't have turned his gaze back to the blackboard.

After the classical Chinese class.

Fujiwara, who was daydreaming in class, was called to the teacher's office by the homeroom teacher.

Do you know why the teacher wanted to talk to you?

"know."

"Then tell me."

"You shouldn't not look at the teacher during class, or you'll make the teacher angry."

"Uh……"

"teacher!"

"Huh?" Teacher Chizuru was startled by Fujiwara Izaya's sudden increase in volume and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

"From now on, I will definitely focus all my attention on the teacher in class," Fujiwara Rinya said earnestly. "I will watch the teacher wherever he goes and I will not be distracted."

This made the entire office quiet.