I have an unlimited number of shikigami

A crow flew past the window, its head flat and its eyes unusually bright as it glanced at her.

Could they be the kid's henchmen...? Kawashima Miki smiled like a cool summer breeze, gently twirling the ballpoint pen in her hand. If these simple and warm days continued, perhaps in the near future, she would have to get up early every day to make breakfast, serve breakfast to the kid and his little devil, then send the kid to the door so he could go about his business, then go home to change the children's clothes, send them to school, and then rush back home to wash up, change into her outdoor clothes, lock the door, and go out...

not bad!

Those days were really nice!

What should we name the baby...? Wait a minute, Kawashima Miki, what are you thinking? Have you no shame...?

"Ahhh-"

"You can't do that, Kawashima Miki, you're a shrine maiden now."

"Be elegant and beautiful, not dissolute!"

"Ha ha……"

Kawashima Miki looked up at the sky with a cheerful expression, raised her right hand straight up, and lazily stretched.

Sunlight filtered through her fingers and fell on her delicate cheeks; a woman in a beautiful mood becomes even more radiant.

"Fool, fool!"

The chirping of a small spider could be heard coming from the corridor.

Kawashima Miki's face darkened, and she turned her head to look over.

A Jorogumo who looked exactly like her came running happily out of the corridor on eight legs, followed by Yuki-onna.

"Shall we go find our master?"

"not good!"

“Let’s go with Little Spider,” Jorogumo hugged Kawashima Miki and rubbed against her affectionately. “Olive hasn’t seen its owner in a long time. Olive is unhappy. Little Spider wants Olive to be happy.”

Kawashima Miki struggled out of the little spider's embrace and looked at the snow woman.

Her small feet, wrapped in white silk, took up almost no space. Her entire body was covered in a layer of frost. No matter when, the Snow Woman always looked so beautiful and flawless. Her deep blue eyes always seemed to be telling a story of sorrow, which was so heartbreaking.

The more Kawashima Miki looked at it, the angrier she became.

“Your master doesn’t want you anymore,” she said sternly, her face hardening. “He doesn’t go home, spending all his time living in that run-down bakery. He doesn’t even come to see you on weekends; instead, he goes on dates with his junior at his senior’s house. You two stay with me and don’t think about that bastard!”

The Snow Woman pouted, looking aggrieved.

Without a word, she floated to the window and looked back at Asakusa through the glass. The summer sun shone on her face, which was covered in ice crystals. The high temperature melted the ice, and water droplets slid down her cheeks like glistening teardrops.

Jorogumo released Kawashima Miki, walked to the window, hugged Yuki-onna from behind, and whispered to comfort her, "Master will be here soon, Yuki-onna, don't cry."

"Ah~"

Kawashima Miki sighed and used the remote control to turn the air conditioner temperature down to the lowest setting.

Looking back at the two little ones, she felt a surge of annoyance. She thought to herself that next time Fujiwara Rinya came over, she would definitely make him drink her foot bath water! Just as she was thinking this, Fujiwara Rinya opened the door to the ninth floor and walked towards the office area, following the scent.

Even from some distance away, we could hear Kawashima Miki complaining.

"Your master is a scumbag!"

"Hmm?" Fujiwara Izaya tiptoed through the passage and peeked out.

In her line of sight, Jorogumo stood by the window, holding Yuki, while Kawashima Miki lay back in her office chair, her legs propped up on the desk, her ten toes lazily spread apart on her smooth feet. She twirled a ballpoint pen in her hand and said to the other two little cuties, "From now on, I'm your owner. If he dares to come any closer, I'll shove my foot in his mouth, make him lick it clean, and then kick him off the ninth floor!"

"You have to do what you say..." Fujiwara Izaya bent down and quietly climbed over the desk.

"And another thing, we have to tie him up with spider silk and whip him to death, one lash at a time." Kawashima Miki got more and more excited as she spoke, suddenly turning her chair around and looking at the two monsters in the window: "Snowball, don't you know how to use ice? Freeze him up and send him to Tsukiji Market to be sold as tuna!"

As she said this, she turned her chair around again, raised her legs, and prepared to put them on the table.

"Ok?"

Kawashima Miki blinked.

A human face appeared between her legs.

The handsome young man had a playful and affectionate glint in his eyes, which was very endearing.

"Why are you here?" Kawashima Miki was instantly terrified.

"Come here, put your feet in your mouth."

Their eyes met, and Fujiwara Izaya naturally opened his mouth.

"no!"

Kawashima Miki instinctively leaned back, and with a thud, the chair fell to the ground.

"what--"

"……pain!"

Kawashima Miki rolled on the ground, clutching her head.

"Haha, serves you right for talking bad about me behind my back..." Fujiwara Rin also mocked her vengefully, then turned and walked towards the two little monsters.

"Master! Master!"

Jorogumo was the first to greet her with a joyful expression.

"Little Spider is the best." Fujiwara Izaya praised her, then happily enjoyed the face wash. When he was almost out of breath, he pulled away and patted her spider-like belly: "Are you hungry?"

"Uh-huh!"

The woman nodded vigorously.

"Take it and eat it yourself." Fujiwara Izaya replaced two small spiders for her, then walked up to Yuki and opened his arms: "Yuki-hime, Master is here."

The snow woman lowered her head and shrank back timidly.

"Does it not even recognize its master anymore?" Fujiwara Izaya sighed.

The next second, the snow woman suddenly looked up and floated in front of him, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck.

Fujiwara Izaya clasped his hands together and hugged her body, a chilling sensation spreading through her skin.

"Olive is the best."

"Ah~"

The snow woman then remembered that she wanted to eat.

"Right away." Fujiwara Izaya carried her to the sofa, sat down, and gave her two popsicles instead.

The snow woman held one in each hand, her cheek pressed against her master's chest, and closed her eyes, licking it with small nibbles. After finishing, she refused to leave, instead wrapping her arms tightly around his waist, like a child unwilling to be separated from her mother.

Under the desk, Kawashima Miki took a few deep breaths to defuse the awkwardness that had just occurred to her.

Sitting back in her office chair, her slender fingers gracefully joined together like a work of art, she looked at the master and servant on the sofa: "You still know there are two children here? You still know to come here? You think this is a kindergarten, don't you!"

Fujiwara Izaya looked at her.

Today, my wife is wearing loungewear: a glossy light green short-sleeved blouse, a white fitted skirt, and a delicate silver necklace peeking out from the neckline. She looks quite elegant. Oh, and her hair is tied in a ponytail that gently sways over her left chest—a dangerous hairstyle.

"I'll bring Yuki back after the shrine is finished," Fujiwara Izaya explained with a smile.

There was no other way. He couldn't bear to keep Olaf in the system for too long, and he couldn't release Olaf from Miss Yukino's house either. After thinking it over, he had no choice but to temporarily place Olaf in the Empress's house. He hadn't used the ten-pull reward from the last mission because he didn't have anywhere to raise shikigami right now.

"You've never considered this place your home!" Kawashima Miki mocked him coldly.

"Who said that? I'm here now." Fujiwara Izaya rubbed Yuki-onna's cheek and said to Kawashima Miki, "I'm hungry, go get me something to eat."

"No way!" Kawashima Miki snorted indifferently.

Fujiwara Ryaya was used to her haughty demeanor and said with a smile, "We're going to Chairman Hoshimi's house this afternoon to discuss important matters. You wouldn't want your husband to embarrass himself in front of his colleagues because he's hungry, would you?"

"I'm not your wife!" Kawashima Miki glared at him angrily, pouting as she complained, "What do you mean by discussing important matters? You were clearly just going on a date with your senior. If you're a womanizer, just say so, why make up excuses!"

Fujiwara Izaya joked, "Why are you jealous if she's not my wife?"

Faced with his mischievous gaze, Kawashima Miki blushed, but quickly regained her composure and looked at him with the stern expression of a landlady: "I'm going to put sleeping pills in the food."

"Drugging me will make things easier?" Fujiwara Izaya asked with a smile.

"I'll drug you and then cut out your kidney!" Kawashima Miki's voice still carried that impatient tone mixed with a hint of smugness. She glared at Fujiwara Izaya with a stern face before walking barefoot towards the kitchen.

The red string around her ankle swayed gently, the combination of crimson and white creating a particularly charming effect.

In the quiet office area, Fujiwara Izaya looked down at the Yuki-onna's face.

The adorable Olaf lay tightly in my arms, his sad blue eyes framed by frost clinging to his eyelashes.

“Our new house will be finished in August.” Fujiwara Izaya wiped the snow off her eyelashes and rubbed her delicate little nose. “Then we’ll give Snowball a big room filled with ice.”

The snow woman tilted her head, looking at him with eyes full of question marks.

"Master, Snowball cried just now." Jorogumo leaned over with a smug look on her face. "Little Spider comforted Snowball for a long time before she stopped crying."

"So sensible!" Fujiwara Izaya gave her a thumbs up.

"And also, that idiot just cursed at you." Jorogumo continued to pledge her loyalty, "That idiot said you're a scumbag and told Spider-Man and Olaf to ignore you from now on. That idiot also secretly wants you to drink her foot bath water."

The two Jorogumo are now in complete harmony, even knowing each other's feelings.

"Is there anything else she's thinking about?" Fujiwara Izaya handed her another spider, smiling like a creepy old man.

"The fool even thought about what to name the child with the master..." Jorogumo recalled while absorbing the nutrient solution: "He also wanted you to kneel down and beg her... and, and, he wanted the master to exert force behind her... and he wanted her to hold onto the balcony, and in the bathroom, on the toilet seat, in the car, he thought of so many scenes of not wearing clothes."

Fujiwara Izaya was overjoyed.

Who would have thought that such a charming young woman could be so lewd inside? Was her outward grumbling a complaint about not being able to satisfy her rich and healthy desires?

But I can understand it.

As a male-killer, Jorogumo needs to be fully mature to have the allure to captivate all men. Being fully mature, she naturally has a greater desire and need.

I wonder if Spider Girl has a heat cycle... Fujiwara Izaya thought about this question, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

The Snow Woman thinks her master is so evil now.

But the Snow Woman didn't know why.

After all, she was just a snowball who didn't understand what emotions were.

"Let Master see Yukihime's feet." Fujiwara Izaya laid her down on the sofa and picked up her white-stockinged ice cream.

The snow woman blinked, and snowflakes fell from her eyelashes, melting into her beautiful blue eyes.

As usual, she raised her legs and placed them on her master's shoulders, gently rubbing her master's cheeks with her white silk. A refreshing coolness seeped from the little ice cream, making Fujiwara Izaya feel invigorated.