I have an unlimited number of shikigami

The next second, she suddenly opened her eyes and met Fujiwara Rinya's smug gaze. His expression was clearly mocking her for pretending to be asleep! Before she could angrily curse him out, Fujiwara Rinya kissed her sexy lips.

"Ugh... Ugh..."

Kawashima Miki continued to express her protests.

However, it was all for naught. Before Fujiwara Izaya could even understand her meaning, she herself had already succumbed to his charm. Holding the boy tightly in her arms, she arched her back, tilted her neck slightly, and responded to his kiss with all her might.

This is exactly what she had hoped for.

Just like any ordinary human woman, she could seriously date, go on dates, and have meals together. She would naturally only be with the men she liked, maintain a deep relationship with only them, and completely accept everything about them. Even just thinking about it made her genuinely happy.

Fujiwara Izaya only released her after they kissed until he was almost breathless.

He gently stroked her burning cheeks and said tenderly, "Miss Meiji."

"Hey……"

Kawashima Miki answered in response.

Between breaths, she answered with a hurried voice, which was truly endearing.

Fujiwara Izaya held her silky smooth skin, his lips moving across her neck: "Cute and charming Miss Miki."

"..." Kawashima Miki's expression seemed to be so shy that she was about to cry, but a sweet feeling was hidden deep in her eyes. She mumbled "I hate it" one moment and shouted "No" the next, trying to push Fujiwara Izaya away, but he held her tightly the whole time.

Forget it.

Let him be...

Kawashima Miki thought to herself with a sense of self-abandonment.

Fortunately, she has a vibrant body and her figure hasn't changed. Her breasts, hips, and legs are all firm and elastic. It is her disciplined diet and long-term exercise that have allowed her to maintain her natural beauty.

She is full of self-confidence.

The little devil will definitely become hopelessly addicted to himself.

It was past noon, and the sky had become a bit overcast.

Fujiwara Izaya sat up from the sofa, glanced at the time, and straightened his collar as he said, "I'm going to Chairman Hoshimi's house. Do you want to come along?"

"Who cares!" Kawashima Miki retorted.

Her face, flushed with a blush, suddenly became filled with stubbornness, so adorable that you just wanted to grab her cheeks and pinch them.

"Today happens to be the monthly meeting of the Yin-Yang Bureau. I heard that the head of the Dispatch Department is going to report on some issues." Fujiwara Izaya rolled off and patted her energetic bottom. "I was planning to go later, but it looks like it's going to rain, so it's better to go earlier."

network

"You just want to go see your senior!" Kawashima Miki's face hardened.

"Don't be so jealous."

Kawashima Miki said with a dark face, "I'm not jealous."

After saying that, she aimed at Fujiwara Izaya's thigh and kicked it hard: "Go away, go away, hurry up and leave me alone. I'd love to take a quiet nap by myself!"

Bye-bye~

Fujiwara Izaya waved his hand.

Having grown accustomed to Kawashima Miki's duplicity, he found this demeanor quite endearing. He straightened his clothes and strolled slowly toward the door.

On the sofa where she was all alone, Kawashima Miki looked up at the sky outside the window and wondered why it wasn't raining yet, since the weather forecast had predicted rain in the afternoon!

Damn!

Are the people at the weather station just sitting around doing nothing?!

"pat~"

The heavy security door opened, then immediately closed again.

The footsteps disappeared, and the entire ninth floor fell silent instantly, the empty hall as still as a ruin.

"Oh, why am I so unlucky..." Kawashima Miki sighed, slumped onto the sofa, not wanting to move at all. Looking out the window at the gloomy but rainless sky, her eyes revealed the deep resentment of a young woman confined to her chambers.

"Boom!"

A flash of lightning streaked across the sky.

Kawashima Miki's eyes widened instantly, a look of longing flashing in her childlike eyes.

Within seconds, dark clouds filled the sky above Tokyo, and torrential rain poured down, the water splashing against the floor-to-ceiling windows with a loud pattering sound.

"Great!"

Kawashima Miki happily jumped up and down on the spot.

She heard the sound of the door opening and familiar footsteps at the entrance, but she quickly hid her joy and went back to bed on the sofa.

"What bad luck! I just got to the door and it started pouring rain," Fujiwara Izaya complained as he walked over. On the sofa, Kawashima Mi was still lying on her side with her back to the living room, and the straps of her tank top had fallen to her arms, and the hem of her short skirt was rolled up, revealing her upper thighs.

This unguarded posture made her even more beautiful, and Fujiwara Izaya came to the sofa and hugged her tightly from behind.

"Aren't you going to see your senior?" Kawashima Miki's voice was cold, but she pressed her back against his embrace.

"It's raining, I don't want to get wet." Fujiwara Izaya grabbed her soft little hand, squeezing and kneading it repeatedly.

"Oh~"

Kawashima Miki responded with a lukewarm reply.

Fujiwara Rinya turned her over and put his arm around her waist from the front: "Tell me about your recent events, my wife."

"Nothing serious, but I've been getting a lot more flirting with people lately..." Kawashima Miki said irritably. "Last night in the lobby, a college student who looked like a playboy came up to me and started talking to me. I thought it was too much trouble, so I ignored her. There was also a middle-aged man with thinning hair who claimed to be some high-ranking official, but I calmly rejected him by saying, 'I'm married.' Seeing his resentful look made me feel incredibly satisfied."

"What high-ranking official?" Fujiwara Izaya asked curiously.

“I can’t be bothered to ask,” Kawashima Miki said, raising an eyebrow with a hint of smugness. “In the past, I would definitely have been more careful, afraid of offending some big shot. Now I don’t care who he is. I’m a shrine maiden, why should I be afraid of him? I like young, handsome men, not some middle-aged man with thinning hair. He can go home and find his mother!”

"Haha."

Fujiwara Izaya smiled happily.

Feeling the vibrant body in his arms, he placed his left knee between her legs and his right leg on her hips, tightly holding her body.

"Hey," Kawashima Miki blushed, "What are you doing!"

Fujiwara Rin didn't answer, but changed the subject instead: "What do you think about Priest Yin Dong's matter?"

"Hmm, let's put it aside for now." When it came to business, Kawashima Miki ignored his little tricks. "You've just become the acting chairman, and you're riding high right now. If you openly recruit priests from other shrines at this time, it's bound to make your peers wary."

"Then don't need it." Fujiwara Ryūya hugged her tighter and tighter.

The lady's body was truly mature, yet in some places it was incredibly delicate; one could say she was both voluptuous and somewhat fragile, this imbalance was extremely endearing. Holding her even tighter, his body heat returned, perhaps from the lingering effects of the previous encounter; her body was covered in a thin layer of sweat.

"How can we not want him!" Kawashima Miki's face hardened, adopting a lecturing tone. "Asakusa Shrine is just you and me, and neither of us has much experience. Priest Yin Dong's character isn't exactly exemplary, but it's not bad either. We need someone who is familiar with all aspects of the shrine's operations. He doesn't need to be outstanding, just knowledgeable! Once we're fully familiar with the procedures, we'll have him work as a cleaner!"

"..."

Is this what capitalists are like?

"She's so cute..." Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head and kissed her forehead: "Having a wife to help manage the household is my greatest fortune."

"Humph!"

Kawashima Miki's slightly raised chin carried a hint of irresistible pride.

Fujiwara Izaya moved his lips down and gently kissed her eyebrows and eyelashes.

"Stop fooling around..." Kawashima Miki pushed him hard against his chest with her arm: "The shortage of Huang Songyu is a bit strange. When you see the director of the dispatching department, remember to ask about the situation. Don't just focus on getting intimate with your senior."

“How could I be intimate with my senior?” Fujiwara Izaya lowered his lips and kissed the tip of her nose. “We were caught in the lingerie store yesterday, and now she wants nothing more than to kill me so she can immigrate to Mars.”

"You deserve it!" Kawashima Miki sneered.

A moment later, she shook her head, trying to pull away from Fujiwara Izaya's lips: "No, please... please, you promised you wouldn't kiss me without my permission!"

Feeling the writhing body in his arms, Fujiwara Izaya's heart fluttered, and his lips slid down to kiss hers.

"Waaah..."

"asshole……"

"...Madam is really, um...Madam is really angry..."

Kawashima Miki tensed up and pushed him away, twisting her head back and forth, but her rosy lips remained firmly locked.

A tingling, numbing sensation filled her heart, an incredibly wonderful feeling. While offering token protests, she was also lost in Fujiwara Izaya's embrace, unable to control herself.

In a corner of Tokyo during a torrential downpour, a couple was kissing intimately, as if it were a scene from a movie.

A thin line appeared at the corner of her mouth. Kawashima Miki bit her lower lip and glared at Fujiwara Izaya: "You bastard! I didn't see you being this shameless at first, so... ugh... how come you're getting more and more shameless..."

“I learned it from you.” Fujiwara Izaya chuckled, putting his arm around her. “Don’t be so reserved, ma’am. I really liked the way you seduced me when we first met.”

"……you!"

Kawashima Miki was almost driven mad by that remark.

Feeling that anything she said would be laughed at by him, she quickly closed her eyes, curled up in Fujiwara Izaya's arms, and remained motionless. This time, she really fell asleep quickly, with a sense of satisfaction and weariness, and with anticipation for the future.

Fujiwara Izaya wasn't sleepy at first, but with the torrential rain outside and the warm body of the peerless enchantress in his arms, it would be a waste not to take a nap. So he closed his eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, it was 5 p.m.

Kawashima Miki woke up at the same time, rubbing her eyes and lazily asking, "What time is it?"

“Just two minutes past five.” Fujiwara Izaya glanced at the clock on the wall.

"Is it too late to go now?" Kawashima Miki asked in his arms.

"Hmm." Fujiwara Izaya nodded. "The main content starts at seven o'clock tonight, there's enough time."

As he spoke, he hugged Kawashima Miki again, feeling her body temperature, and rubbed his palms against her back.

"Be serious!"

Kawashima Miki shrugged her shoulders as if she were tickled.

This made it even more interesting for Fujiwara Izaya, so he teased her like he was tickling her.

"Stop..." Kawashima Miki cried out, "Stop it! Stop it!"

Fujiwara Rinya started playing pranks, placing his hands between her armpits and abdomen. Kawashima Miki twisted her body, struggling and saying, "It tickles! Don't tease me!"

"I just want to bully you."