I have an unlimited number of shikigami

After the two girls walked away, Kawashima Miki strolled over and stood there, gazing at the main stage below. The dense lights, like a swarm of glowing insects, rested quietly on the tree trunks.

That bastard isn't here!

Kawashima Miki had some doubts. Could it be that he was really focused on his work?

It's not impossible... She turned her gaze and glanced around. This was a secluded, dimly lit end of a road, a perfect spot for lovers to do something shady.

The photos that bastard just took here prove he's a person. Otherwise, given his lecherous nature, he would have already been hiding here intimately with the fox woman.

Thinking about it this way, Kawashima Miki felt much better.

He took out his phone, ready to contact the dog's aunt to ask about the details. But just then, his aunt sent him a photo—a picture of the dog and the fox woman together!

Kawashima Miki instantly became angry again.

Pooh!

You actually hooked up with another vixen?

Isn't the woman in your house pretty enough? Isn't her bust big enough? Isn't her butt perky enough?

Kawashima Miki took a few deep breaths, forcing herself to calm down.

She glanced around to make sure no one was nearby, then slightly lifted the hem of her yukata and bent down. Strands of white eyes peered out from behind her. She decided to weave a net here; whether she could catch Fujiwara Izaya on the spot or not, she would bring him back tonight, bind him in her net, and subject him to torture.

Fine threads intertwine and spiral between the trees.

Soon, a spiderweb took shape in the forest, its thin, silvery threads still warm and fragrant, trembling slightly in the air. Kawashima Miki straightened her clothes and turned to continue her search. However, just then, someone carrying a small lantern walked towards them.

He walked casually, holding a cup of shaved ice in his hand, and seemed to be humming a tune.

The night wind carried the sound faintly. Kawashima Miki could hear the lyrics of that song, which were full of lyrical meaning. She transformed into a Jorogumo, climbed a tree to hide, and quietly waited for her prey to fall into her net.

That's all for now, goodbye.

It became a catchphrase.

What I always say

Why is today?

Singing Takeshi Kitano's "Shinjuku 3:25 AM," Izaya Fujiwara glanced over, but there was no sign of his senior or junior classmates.

"I guess I can't wait any longer..." He patted his head, preparing to turn and leave. However, a faint scent of roses wafted over, as if sensing something. He smiled, and without stopping, walked towards the dark and dangerous area in front of him.

What a foolish wife!

My dog... no, my celestial dog has a very keen nose, you've given yourself away, you know?

Chapter 140. The lovely and charming Kawashima Miki was killed again.

As a seductive enchantress who hunts men, Jorogumo was born with a captivating allure that could mesmerize anyone.

Fujiwara Izaya ate the shaved ice he bought for his junior as he walked into the dark depths where the lights couldn't reach. No matter which way he looked, the view was pitch black, with occasional flashes of silver light, and something seemed to be floating in the shadows.

In a daze, he seemed to see a sinister and terrifying mountain of knives and trees of swords.

As time went by, it seems I've forgotten about it all.

Beneath that beautiful exterior of the lady lies a bloodthirsty, seductive woman known as Jorogumo.

Let alone yokai, even ordinary Jorogumo spiders are highly venomous. Fujiwara Izaya stepped into the forest, and the noise was instantly cut off. In the silent darkness, a strand of silver spider silk descended from the sky. As if afraid of being seen, the thin line shimmered with a faint light, hanging straight down above his head.

"Fool~"

Fujiwara Izaya muttered something.

This vixen has lost her mind. I am her master, and I have the right to forcibly command her.

Silver spider silk, like nimble little snakes, quietly wrapped around his ankles. Fujiwara Izaya ate a mouthful of shaved ice and stretched out his hands. Countless silver lights flashed in the darkness, tightly gripping his hands and pulling them outwards.

With a hiss, the spider silk tightened.

Thin, shimmering silver lines reflect light brilliantly in the moonlight.

Fujiwara Izaya was spread out in a starfish shape, hanging from the spider web, suspended in mid-air.

In the darkness to the side, the leaves rustled and trembled.

The moon shone brightly in the sky, and from where the pine branches lay askew, a faint, frantic sound reached my ears. All around was silent, the moonlight bright, the sky cloudless, and apart from the trembling of spiderwebs, no human voice could be heard.

Fujiwara Izaya turned his head to the side.

In the pitch-black, eerie depths, beautiful silver threads entwine, and jade-like shoulders emerge. A spider-woman, draped in a long purple gauze dress, crawls forward, the trembling silk breaking the stillness of the night. Her spider-shaped hand slides directly toward the edge of the ethereal, deep hell.

“I’m not your bride yet, but I already want to devour you,” she said.

If an ordinary person were to fall into this situation, they would likely suffer unimaginable torment. Like a dying frog, all they could do was struggle desperately.

Gazing into those deep, shimmering purple eyes, Fujiwara Izaya wore an expression of rapture: "How can there be such a beauty in this world!"

"..." Kawashima Miki's fierce expression froze instantly. After a long while, she blushed and scolded, "You jerk!"

"Your alluring purple dress makes your beauty even more captivating amidst the lush greenery."

"Even if you say nice things, I won't let you off the hook!" Kawashima Miki said coldly, her purple veil swaying gently, her fair, jade-like shoulders extending forward like lotus flowers swaying at the feet of the Buddha. From the heart of the flower, a golden core emits fragrance, its exquisite aroma pervading all directions. This must be what the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss is all about.

Lowering herself, the spider-like beauty's nose brushed against Fujiwara Izaya's ear, her delicate nostrils twitching as she inhaled. Having secured the spot, she opened her mouth and kissed his neck, taking a soft breath. The next second, sharp fangs pierced his skin, and blood gushed out.

Before becoming a shikigami, she couldn't break through Fujiwara Izaya's defense.

But now... well, all I can say is that Fujiwara Rin isn't against it. The feeling of being sucked blood is really comfortable; his mind goes blank, and his body feels light and airy—better than smoking marijuana. Although he's never smoked marijuana, that doesn't stop him from making that comparison. If he weren't worried about becoming weak, he could even let Miss Miki suck a whole basin of blood every day.

In the deep darkness, the fragrance of tender leaves and the smell of blood wafted out, and Kawashima Miki swallowed it in large gulps.

After a long while, she released her grip, took out a handkerchief and gently wiped her lips, looking at the bloody hole in Fujiwara Izaya's neck with disgust: "It tastes awful. I'll let you off this time, but I'll suck you dry again later..."

The voice was very soft, like he was just muttering to himself, making excuses for himself. This smug look was incredibly cute.

"Is Madam dressed up?" Fujiwara Izaya looked at her with affection. In the darkness, his wife's face, adorned with finery, was clearly visible. Her eyeshadow and lipstick were exceptionally beautiful and sexy, and even her neck was tinged with a light pink. The way she occasionally stroked her cheeks and lips was a charming and alluring gesture that made one's heart race.

Under the hazy moonlight, Kawashima Miki turned her back, her hairy spider rear end facing him.

Yes, she was indeed dressed up.

Before coming to Nan Yindou, she applied a light layer of eyeshadow to her eyes. To make herself look more attractive, she also drew her eyebrows slightly upward and used the latest trendy color-changing lipstick to make her lips look fuller and more moisturized.

While applying lipstick, Kawashima Miki suddenly realized that she was putting on makeup to meet Fujiwara Izaya.

"I'm going to catch them cheating!"

In an instant, Kawashima Miki realized she had done something wrong and immediately stopped.

"How could you be so frivolous, so weak towards him? Kawashima Miki, you shouldn't have done that! You're the Empress..."

She relentlessly berated herself, but when Kawashima Miki saw her bright and beautiful reflection in the mirror, she was stunned. In the mirror, besides her own beauty, the faint silhouette of Fujiwara Izaya also appeared.

Gazing at his broad and familiar back, Kawashima Miki gradually developed feelings of affection for him.

So, she continued putting on makeup while humming a song, and the joy of meeting the dog naturally filled her heart.

No matter how much she longed to meet him in private, once they actually met, Kawashima Miki couldn't let go of her reserve. Even though she had dressed up for him, how could she possibly say such humble words?

This is when Fujiwara Izaya's abilities are put to the test.

Clearly, his wife was still angry and didn't want to talk to him or even see his face.

If he appeases his wife, tonight will be a wonderful night. If he fails to appease her, he'll face a brutal battle tonight.

"Could you please let go of me, madam?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.

Kawashima Miki shrugged slightly, indicating that it was impossible.

"Oh, those petite, rounded, smooth shoulders, plus your delicate oval face—you're a true Kyoto beauty," Fujiwara Izaya asked, feigning distress. "But why would someone like that bite?"

Kawashima Miki turned her head and looked at him: "I can eat people too!"

“Let me see your teeth,” Fujiwara Izaya said.

"Teeth? Look at my teeth?" Kawashima Miki frowned at him. "Can't you see them when I'm talking?"

"I need to take a closer look."

"I don't want to, it's too embarrassing!" Kawashima Miki immediately shut her mouth.

The lady's extraordinary beauty was flawless. Her bangs were jet black and glossy, perfectly complementing her violet eyes. And her pouty expression made her resemble an angry big cat, making one want to tease her endlessly.

"Could you come over here, madam?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.

Kawashima Miki didn't object. She immediately crawled over with a sullen face, hesitated for a moment, then quietly lay down beside him with her eight legs folded over.

"It smells so good." Fujiwara Izaya turned his head, sniffing the spider hairs. "Even the spider part smells like roses. Does Madam usually take care of this?"

Kawashima Miki remained silent.

In fact, she took even better care of her spider body, especially her lower body. Not only did she keep her hair clean and tidy, but she also took regular rose baths to maintain the fragrance. Even her eight-day-old, slender spider legs were carefully polished with large nail clippers and coated with lubricating cream every day to keep them smooth and delicate to the touch.

“Madam, let me go,” Fujiwara Izaya commanded.

"..." Kawashima Miki was unwilling, but under the influence of the shikigami contract, the spider binding his wrists and ankles automatically untied itself.

Fujiwara Izaya rolled over and hugged her furry spider-like body.

"Let go!" Kawashima Miki's expression changed slightly, and she frowned and scolded him, "Don't try anything funny, I don't want to talk to you right now."

"Let me feel the texture." Fujiwara Izaya stroked her lower abdomen, commenting, "The fur is smooth and flowing, like a well-groomed kitten. As for the skin underneath, the texture is a bit rough, like sandpaper."

Kawashima Miki's face flushed red, and she roared angrily like a cat whose tail had been stepped on: "Are you satisfied now!"

"Hey, I love little spiders the most." Fujiwara Izaya said casually, then flipped her over, putting her upside down in the spider web, and then commanded, "Tie your hands together."

"..."

Kawashima Miki's heart skipped a beat.

"How stupid I was..." she regretted, but it was too late; she had dug her own grave. The spider silk she had drawn herself obeyed its master's commands, coiling around her wrists and trapping her firmly in the center of the web.

However, Fujiwara Izaya was not satisfied with this.

Silver threads moved nimbly across her body, binding her neck, full breasts, delicate elbows, and slender waist.

"Hey, stop..." Kawashima Miki struggled desperately, causing the spiderweb hanging in the forest to tremble. Her cute little mouth revealed sharp, white teeth. Fujiwara Izaya looked down at her mockingly, "How could such cute teeth possibly bite through my skin?"

"What's it to you!" Kawashima Miki said expressionlessly.

So stubborn.