I have an unlimited number of shikigami

"Could I have guessed wrong?" Xia Xili clenched her fist and rested it on her chin in thought. "At noon, you two even took a shower together in the tennis court's locker room."

"Stop, that's a misunderstanding!" Fujiwara Izaya was completely exasperated.

"Stop making excuses!" Xia Xili suddenly smiled cruelly, raised her chin, and gestured for him to look at Kasahara Fukae.

Fujiwara Izaya turned around and looked at the woman whose waist he had put his arm around and whose mouth he had covered.

"..." Kasahara Fukari was completely stunned, her eyes clear and shy, making one's heart flutter.

Her smooth, sexy back, her soft breasts, the warmth of her lips... everything was perfectly presented before Fujiwara Izaya's eyes. For a moment, he forgot to let go, and just stood there holding this icy policewoman who was so hot she was about to melt.

Kasahara Fukari's hot, smooth lips pressed against Fujiwara Izaya's palm.

Even if she wanted to separate now, she was powerless to. Feeling his strong embrace, she stared into his eyes with a bewildered look, as if she couldn't understand what was happening.

Xia Xili smiled and poked Fujiwara Izaya's arm: "Isn't this reward pretty good? Aren't you going to thank me?"

"I'll settle the score with you later!" Fujiwara Izaya glared at her fiercely, then looked back at Kasahara Mieri, slowly releasing his grip as he spoke: "This is a misunderstanding. I'll make amends to you later. Now, I'm leaving. Please don't make a sound, Ms. Mieri, or you'll lose your most handsome subordinate!"

Slowly, little by little, let go.

Fujiwara Rin didn't dare linger and turned to flee.

Behind her, Kasahara Fukae took several rapid breaths, covered her clothes with her hands, and slowly stopped.

“Hey, Fuka Eri…” Natsuki Riki squatted down and said something to her with a smile. Her already blushing face became even redder and hotter.

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As Fujiwara Izaya slipped out of the fitting room, his heart pounded.

Sweat beaded on his forehead and back, and he felt a little panicked. He didn't dare to stay there any longer. While thinking about how to get revenge on Xia Xili for such a bastard behavior, he rushed towards the door.

Just a few meters from the door, a sudden stop!

He turned around, walked towards the waiting area, picked up the Brown Bear costume from the ground, and put it on his head.

"Rinko, I think I just saw Fujiwara-kun."

"You must be mistaken. This is a women's lingerie store. How could you possibly see him here?"

"That's true, he's not a pervert."

The young and beautiful Mrs. Hoshimi walked into the store hand in hand with her elegant and beautiful daughter.

A staff member dressed in a mascot costume walked by, seemingly intending to solicit customers at the entrance. Mrs. Hoshimi stopped him and ordered without room for argument, "Follow behind us and help carry things."

"..."

Beneath the hood, Fujiwara Rin also wanted to cry.

Is Tokyo really just a village? How could I run into something like this?

"Rinko, have you grown up a bit?"

"Uh……"

Hoshimi Rinko sounded distressed.

"Try them out and see if there's a surprise." Mrs. Hoshimi looked at the bras in the display case and instructed Brown Bear, "Try all the B-cup styles in this row."

“All the ones on the shelf are B cup,” Fujiwara Izaya said in a different voice.

"A man?" Hoshimi Rinko frowned.

"It's alright, he won't see it anyway," Mrs. Hoshimi comforted her daughter, then instructed, "Take them all down and bring them to the fitting room door."

"Does the senior have B-cup sizes...?" Fujiwara Izaya pondered this question, then took more than ten pieces and obediently delivered them to the fitting room area.

"That's enough, you can go now!" Mrs. Hoshimi waved her hand.

Fujiwara Izaya breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned and ran, but after taking only one step, he was harassed by several customers, wasting several minutes of his time.

Then, the store manager saw him there and came over to shoo him away: "Why aren't you standing at the door right now!"

"Hi Hi!"

Fujiwara Izaya bowed deeply.

"Click~"

The door opened, and Hoshimi Rinko came out carrying a bunch of bras. She looked at her mother, shook her head, and sighed, "Nothing has changed from last year. I can still only wear A-cups."

Mrs. Hoshimi shook her head and smiled, "It's okay. With your mother's genes, you still have room for improvement."

Your genes… Fujiwara Izaya subconsciously glanced at the curve of his wife’s chest.

"Forget it, I don't care about that," Hoshimi Rinko said, feigning strength, and smiled elegantly. "Breast size doesn't determine a woman's worth. Personally, I'm fine with either size and don't care at all..."

You're not truly happy; your smile is just a protective facade... Fujiwara Izaya sang in his heart, his gaze suddenly brightening.

The hood was removed with an incredibly fast speed, and Xia Xili's clear and loud laughter rang in my ears.

"Haha, Linlin, you're so naughty! You actually dressed up as Brown Bear to tease us!"

"?"

A cool breeze suddenly blew in from somewhere, and Hoshimi Rinko suddenly felt very cold.

Looking at the familiar face on Brown Bear's clothes, she felt a sudden "buzz" in her mind, her heart stopped beating and her breathing ceased. In an instant, she died on the spot.

She's gone.

She has lost everything.

That elegant smile...

That perfect face...

Everything seemed frozen solid, devoid of any life.

Only those swaying shoulders perfectly illustrated the saying: Some people are still alive, but she is already dead.

Chapter 113. Fool, Little Spider and Olaf all belong to the master.

The Empress's office area is on the ninth floor.

The window was open, and Kawashima Miki stood there gazing at the majestic Skytree tower in the distance, one hand resting on the windowsill. Her brow was slightly furrowed, as if she were deep in thought, while her other hand fiddled with the buttons on her short-sleeved shirt.

The sun was shining brightly outside, and the temperature was quite high. Occasionally, a refreshing breeze would suddenly blow in from afar. The wind wasn't strong, but it wasn't weak either, and it felt quite comfortable. Looking out from the room, it seemed like just another ordinary day under the bright sunshine of early summer.

The so-called "summer breeze" refers to this kind of cool breeze.

Feeling the cool breeze on her face, Kawashima Miki smiled, her expression resembling that of a kind spider guiding people through a forest path.

The seasons move forward slowly and correctly.

From May to June, it's July. The leaves turn from tender buds to new green, the early summer rainy season is about to end, and Tokyo is about to usher in the sweltering summer.

As time moved forward, everything around Kawashima Miki, including herself, was constantly changing.

She still received a bouquet of roses every day, but Kawashima Miki knew that the flowers were ordered by the receptionist through the young man, meaning that he was using her money and her person to seduce her, which infuriated her. So Kawashima Miki demanded that he call her every day to report his whereabouts, and sometimes she would involuntarily say "I want to see you" on the phone.

For her, who appears carefree on the surface but is actually introverted and conservative, becoming slightly more proactive is a very positive change.

On weekends, when he didn't have school, the two would occasionally go shopping together. When buying daily necessities at malls and supermarkets, they were like newlyweds, in high spirits. From shampoo to tableware, everything was carefully selected before being placed in their shopping basket. Sometimes, in the evenings, they would sit around a round table for dinner, exchanging smiles like a settled married couple. At those times, she would remark, "Eating together is always the best."

This marital-like feeling is also reflected in certain everyday trivialities.

For example, when Kawashima Miki takes a bath, she always washes the handkerchiefs or socks that Fujiwara Izaya leaves behind. Sometimes she doesn't mind washing his underwear by hand, even though he doesn't ask for it. If he decides to stay overnight, she'll casually say, "Wear this," and bring him the clean underwear she washed earlier.

Of course.

Although she enjoyed this heartwarming daily life, it didn't mean that Kawashima Miki had succumbed to it.

As the empress of the spider clan, she possessed the pride and reserve of an empress, and would not be so easily deceived by a mere brat into losing her body and soul! Not only would she not let him deceive her, she would also dress herself up beautifully, wearing sexy lingerie under her gorgeous clothes, revealing a touch of mature womanly charm in every gesture to seduce him, making him incredibly eager yet unable to make a move.

snort!

The Empress is not someone to be trifled with!

Kid, if you want it, kneel down and beg me!

Thinking about these things, Kawashima Miki swayed her hips smugly, feeling a bit smug for a moment, before returning to her desk by the window. Many documents were spread out on the desk, including two sets of personal files, one with photos of Priest Yin Dong and the other with photos of Inspector Suzuki.

As the chief shrine maiden of Asakusa Shrine, she felt it necessary to know what kind of friends Fujiwara Izaya had, even though this was more of a concern for a wife.

In addition, the document also contains various documents recently issued by the Yin-Yang Bureau.

One notice issued by the Dispatch Department, titled "Notice Regarding the Shortage of Yellow Jade," particularly caught her attention. The notice revealed that sales of yellow jade in the Kanto region had increased by 60% year-on-year in the past year, and this year sales had more than doubled on top of the previous growth.

Yellow pine jade is a pale yellow jade, mainly used for constructing barriers to make them more secure. Fujiwara Izaya used a large amount of yellow pine jade to construct his barrier during his attack on the Black Spider Group, preventing the enemy from escaping while also isolating any movement within the barrier.

The Dispatch Department is the functional department in the Yin-Yang Bureau responsible for managing the mining and sale of various raw materials. Since they have all issued shortage notices, it is likely that the yellow pine jade circulating in the Kanto region has been basically sold out, with only some large shrines and families having a small amount in stock.

What caused the shortage of yellow pine jade in the Kanto region...? Kawashima Miki frowned, tapping her ballpoint pen on the table.

Normally, only when large-scale conflicts occur will there be a shortage of raw materials for making talismans and magical artifacts to reinforce barriers. However, the Kanto region is currently peaceful, with no signs of conflict whatsoever.

Is someone maliciously hoarding goods to disrupt the market?

It's not impossible.

The clergy are a mysterious and small group, and the amount of raw materials circulating is not large. Cases of unscrupulous people smelling business opportunities and trying to make a fortune by raising prices have been commonplace in the past.

Kawashima Miki put down her pen and took a deep breath.

Headache! I'll inevitably have to help that kid make money in the future, and just thinking about it makes me uncomfortable... but I'm full of energy!

"Alas~"

With a happy shout, Kawashima Miki pushed off the floor with both feet, causing the chair to roll to the window, where she gazed at the bustling Yoshiwara streets below through the glass.

The weather forecast said it would rain this afternoon, but that doesn't stop the sun from shining brightly right now.

Outside the window, the summer sky stretched out in a deep blue, with fluffy white clouds. The dazzling sunlight shone down, making the whole world seem as vibrant as if it had been repainted with new colors. Blue building facades, snow-white clouds, silver tram tracks, and car roofs on the Metropolitan Expressway that looked like candy—Kawashima Miki used to often gaze at the Tokyo cityscape from this spot, but she had never thought Tokyo looked so beautiful.

In the past, all she thought about was making money.

But all that money was taken by the organization; she was just a ruthless money-making tool without any goals.

Even now, she's still focused on making money.

Now, however, she can control the money she earns. As a shrine maiden and a young mistress, she has her own business to manage. She feels like she's been reborn, and she wakes up with a smile on her face every day.