I have an unlimited number of shikigami

It feels cool to the touch.

The originally smooth and delicate skin felt even more comfortable when the hands touched the soles of the snow woman's feet, thanks to the added friction from the stockings. It was as if the hands were touching snow.

“Master, master,” Jorogumo raised a spider leg, “the little spider wants one too.”

“Your legs aren’t legs,” Fujiwara Izaya said with a laugh. “Turn around and spit out some silk for your master to see.”

"well!"

The Jorogumo turned around with an innocent yet alluring expression, her spider-like rear end raised, aimed at Fujiwara Izaya. As it slightly opened, revealing only a sliver of white silk threads, a murderous voice echoed through the corridor.

"Fujiwara Izaya!"

Oh.

They share it in both directions.

So as soon as Jorogumo raised her buttocks, Kawashima Miki sensed it.

Rushing over, she glared fiercely at Fujiwara Izaya, grabbing Yukiho with one hand and Jorogumo with the other, "You two get back to your room! This bastard isn't allowed to come out before he leaves!"

That fierce look makes it seem like Mom is yelling at Dad.

Fujiwara Izaya helplessly shrugged.

If it doesn't work this time, there will be a next time. There will always be a day when the two spider girls can spin silk together.

Leaving the office area, we arrived at the neatly tidied restaurant.

On the dining table sat a flowerpot, and atop a tiny cactus bloomed a purple flower, looking almost artificial. It was clearly meticulously pruned, giving it a lively, lived-in feel.

"Hey, Miss Mei-ki!" Fujiwara Izaya glanced towards the kitchen. "You'll definitely be a beautiful and virtuous wife in the future!"

"Get out!" Kawashima Miki said coldly as she added salt to the food in the pot. "I want to stay single forever, I'm not going to be some kind of wife!"

"But if you're single, you can't name your child."

"...Perfect, I hate kids the most!"

"Then I won't be able to make breakfast for my husband and children."

"...Perfect, I can sleep in every day!"

"Then it's not possible to do it in the car, on the balcony, in the bathroom, or other places..."

"boom!"

The sound of a spatula falling to the ground.

A period of quiet.

"Ugh, are you kidding me?!" Kawashima Miki roared, followed by the sound of a spatula vigorously stir-frying vegetables.

Suppressing a laugh, he peered through the kitchen door at Kawashima Miki's busy figure.

Beneath the tight-fitting short skirt, her shapely buttocks revealed smooth and alluring calves, their lines as artistic as exquisite porcelain.

"This is wonderful..." Fujiwara Izaya exclaimed, re-examining what exactly attracted him to her.

Without a doubt, Kawashima Miki is a charming woman. She is an outstanding beauty with a delicate, petite face and a captivating classical elegance. Her figure is slender and well-proportioned, with perfect breasts, hips, and legs—truly alluring. In professional attire, she appears poised, capable, and efficient; in casual wear, she exudes gentleness, quiet grace, and a charming, delicate beauty.

Her personality was also complex and changeable; she could be in a good mood, or she could be lazy or have strong desires. This unpredictable expression was her greatest charm as a woman.

However, Fujiwara Izaya felt that it wasn't enough yet.

Her charm will only grow stronger when she becomes increasingly gentle and kind to you, until you are completely captivated and unable to resist her advances.

After preparing the meal, Kawashima Miki, with a stern face, brought it out and placed it on the table before leaving without a word.

"Aren't we going to eat together?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.

"Just seeing you makes me angry!" Kawashima Miki shouted impatiently, then jogged into the living room.

She turned on the TV, put on a Queen concert album, then closed her eyes and fell asleep on the sofa. She was quite certain that Fujiwara Izaya would come looking for her after he finished eating, but her introverted nature made her feel awkward when she was awake, so she pretended to be asleep to give him an opportunity.

In the restaurant, Fujiwara Izaya felt a small sense of happiness as he slowly ate his meal.

The soup was pea and sliced ​​meat soup, along with grilled white fish and a vegetable salad. There was also a hamburger steak that Kawashima Miki didn't eat, but I specially bought for him. All the dishes tasted very elegant and light, and were made with care after learning the recipe.

My wife is indeed a monster who enjoys life very much. I am so lucky to have her... Fujiwara Izaya finished eating everything, washed the tableware and put it in the sterilizer before wiping his hands and walking to the living room.

Chapter 114. The Lovely and Charming Kawashima Miki

The young woman was fast asleep on the sofa.

He lay motionless on his side, breathing evenly, his straight black hair falling onto the carpet.

Fujiwara Izaya sat down and peeked inside. Kawashima Miki had her fists clenched in front of her chest, her sexy lips slightly pursed. Her sleeping face was peaceful, and the snow-white flesh of her neck trembled slightly with her breath, like a seductive little lazy cat.

Was she really asleep or just pretending?

Based on his understanding of her, Fujiwara Izaya leaned towards the latter.

He stepped onto the sofa and slowly lay down on the inside. As his weight increased, the sofa cushions sank down, and Kawashima Miki's body also leaned inward.

There wasn't enough space on the sofa for two people to lie side by side, so Fujiwara Rin lay down on his side facing Kawashima Miki. He put one hand under her side and wrapped it around her back, while his other hand went under her neck and pulled her towards him.

Kawashima Miki buried her face in his chest and slept peacefully.

A recording of Queen's concert was playing on the TV, and white clouds drifted from one end of the window to the other.

"Madam," Fujiwara Izaya called softly.

no respond.

Kawashima Miki remained asleep, her eyelids not even moving.

Fujiwara Rin wasn't in a hurry and just held her like that.

The lady, dressed in casual home clothes, exudes a warm and comforting aura, making one feel very comfortable in her arms. Her legs are bare beneath her tight skirt, and her slender white arms peek out from under her light green short-sleeved shirt. Her style is understated and elegant, possessing a magical power to calm the mind.

While inhaling the rose scent emanating from her, Fujiwara Izaya explored her body with his hands.

The lady's figure was already excellent, and with years of consistent exercise, every muscle in her body felt firm and elastic to the touch. But in the right places, she had a mature, full figure, with a soft, gentle charm reminiscent of a spring afternoon.

Touching her soft skin, Fujiwara Izaya used a little force to pull down one side of her collar.

A glimpse of her fair, rounded shoulder was exposed to the air.

"..." Kawashima Miki's body trembled slightly, and her breathing became a little erratic.

“Madam, wake up…” Fujiwara Izaya held her slender waist, inhaling the scent of her rounded shoulders. “Wake up and talk to me.”

Kawashima Miki still did not react.

However, her breathing did become uncontrollably rapid, and her body temperature was slowly rising.

Her cautious, shy yet yearning expression was both laughable and endearing, and Fujiwara Izaya held her tightly. Even through two layers of clothing, the warmth and softness of her skin were clearly felt.

Then, Fujiwara Izaya tugged at her sleeve again.

The neckline of the dress was pulled down from the shoulders to the arms, completely exposing the rounded and petite shoulders, and even half of the bra could be seen.

Kawashima Miki's eyelids twitched, then closed even tighter.

To express her protest, she moved her shoulders slightly as if she were cold, her shoulders silent and powerless.

As Fujiwara Izaya rubbed his nose against her smooth shoulder, his other hand slowly moved down, reaching her tightly clenched legs under her short skirt.

"Your wife is so conservative!"

He gave a helpless smile.

Then he pulled his hand back and put it behind his clothes.

He explored and felt along her smooth back, and soon found the metal hook, which he unlocked with a click.

"..." Kawashima Miki shook her head embarrassedly, then seemed to unconsciously curl up her body, trying to cover her chest with her left hand, but Fujiwara Izaya gently stopped her, her hand warm and soft, full of the elastic feel that only young women have.

Kawashima Miki's brows were tightly furrowed, and she still refused to open her eyes.

She was now torn and regretful, unsure whether she should continue pretending to be asleep. If she continued, who knew what Fujiwara Izaya might do next? But if she didn't continue, she wouldn't have a chance to kiss him today.

As the Empress, Kawashima Miki had made stern statements to him, vowing never to let him kiss her again. If she let him kiss her while she was awake, she'd feel incredibly embarrassed…

Looking at the tense face of this peerless enchantress, Fujiwara Rin also wanted to laugh.

So, even though being a tsundere always ends up being the loser, so many people still like her, which is enough to demonstrate the charm of the tsundere attribute.

“Madam, let me tell you about yesterday,” Fujiwara Izaya mumbled, his mouth full of something. “Yesterday I was shopping with my junior classmate and we ran into my aunt. She asked me to take you home to meet my grandmother.”

"..." Kawashima Miki's body tensed up instantly.

“Don’t worry,” Fujiwara Izaya said. “Grandma is very easy to talk to, as long as I don’t try anything with Auntie.”

"?"

You still want to make a move on your aunt?

Kawashima Miki's breathing quickened instantly; she wished she could get up right now and beat him up.

“Not related by blood!” Fujiwara Izaya added.

Even if we're not related by blood, it won't work. You've already slept with so many women... Kawashima Miki felt a surge of anger, her chest heaving with rage.

"Don't be jealous, ma'am!" Fujiwara Izaya explained earnestly, "I haven't kissed any other woman besides you."

That's more like it!

Kawashima Miki's tense body slowly relaxed.

But the next second, she immediately curled up and bent over to avoid Fujiwara Izaya. It was less a rejection than a sign of shyness.

The embroidery on the chest of the short-sleeved shirt swayed gently, making it look very cute.

Fujiwara Izaya didn't bother to take off her top. Against her skin, the slightly askew camisole was quite alluring, and the black lace hanging on her snow-white skin looked absolutely stunning.

Kawashima Miki tilted her head slightly to the side, and her waist also shifted slightly to the left.

She seemed to be running away from something, but her actual body position did not change. Her brows were tightly furrowed, as if she was about to cry.

Fujiwara Rinya gave her a light kiss on the cheek, his lips sliding towards hers, but halfway there he suddenly called out, "Madam, can you hear me?"

"Hey……"

Kawashima Miki, whose brain was practically fried from all the flirting, subconsciously replied.