I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Fujiwara Izaya chuckled inwardly.

I love this kind of wife; she's definitely not the type to utter sweet nothings. Besides her personality, this is also related to her life experiences. From a young age, her identity as a yokai (supernatural being) created a barrier between her and humans. Her job in Tokyo also prevented her from knowing what love is. So, while she yearns for it, she subconsciously uses her tsundere (a haughty, proud demeanor) to protect herself, unwilling to surrender so easily.

It's difficult to get her to show her feminine side without using some unconventional methods.

Fujiwara Izaya lay on top of her, looking at her cold gaze, and suddenly found the right spot to kiss her lips. At that moment, her lips were soft, smooth, and slightly cool. Touching them felt like kissing a mint candy—a refreshing and sweet sensation that was truly invigorating.

Before Kawashima Miki could react, she was kissed.

"Ugh, loosen..." She tried to twist her head to get away, but because her body was bound by spider silk, such struggles were completely futile.

"Let go... I told you to let go, didn't you hear me..."

Fragmented words escaped her throat, but her wide-open eyes slowly narrowed after only a few seconds. Her lips moved in unison. Three seconds later, Spider Silk released her wrists, and without her realizing it, her arms wrapped around Fujiwara Izaya's neck, her body relaxing quietly: "You bastard…you don't have any at home, so why are you looking for outside…um…"

No matter how rough it starts, it always quickly gives way to tenderness and affection.

Kawashima Miki's subdued demeanor and tacit acceptance awakened Fujiwara Izaya's tenderness.

Gradually, the spider silk binding her disappeared, and as their lips met, she transformed back into human form. Her body, held tightly in Fujiwara Izaya's arms, appeared petite and delicate.

The light was dim, and the spider web trembled.

Kawashima Miki listened to Fujiwara Izaya's panting as her lips were being sucked. After the demonic power dissipated, the view in front of her suddenly opened up, with lights stretching from a few meters away to the square below the slope, and countless bonfires dancing in the wind.

After removing her lips, Kawashima Miki's eyes were glazed over as she licked her lips for a long time, as if savoring the memory. Her lips were sweet and soft, truly unforgettable, and addictive to kiss.

Fujiwara Izaya's hand stroked her smooth cheek.

"...Don't touch me!" Kawashima Miki's cheeks flushed, she bit her lower lip lightly, her chest heaving, clearly saying one thing but meaning another.

"Okay." Fujiwara Izaya nodded repeatedly, then leaned in again.

Kawashima Miki tried to push him away, but Fujiwara Izaya didn't give her a chance to react. When he kissed her a second time, her lips felt warm, cozy, like a freshly made marshmallow.

"Let go, let go, explain yourself..." Kawashima Miki pressed her hands against his chest, instinctively wanting to push him away, but after hesitating for a moment, she realized she wasn't very strong and just let him take liberties with her. "I'm really... angry, um, if you can't appease me... then go die..."

After kissing passionately for more than five minutes, she finally began to struggle, struggling to push Fujiwara Izaya away. Her cheeks flushed, she asked breathlessly, "Have you kissed enough?"

“Not enough.” Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head for the third time.

In the darkness, the sounds of saliva being exchanged could be heard, along with her soft protests.

A gentle evening breeze blew in from the foot of the mountain, and the stars and moon in the sky shimmered with silver light. Through the gaps in the dense forest, the main stage could be seen, bustling with activity. Several people came up from below, chatting and laughing as they removed the lion head masks, then returned down to prepare for their lion dance performance.

After the footsteps faded into the distance, in the center of the spider web, Kawashima Miki, exhausted, lay motionless, having given up all resistance.

Fujiwara Izaya turned to the side, placed one hand on her shoulder as she lay prone, and whispered, "Turn your face."

"No." Kawashima Miki shrugged.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" Fujiwara Ryaya turned her body around, whispering in her ear, "You're the wife, what grievances or anger you have, couldn't you just tell me directly?"

Kawashima Miki closed her eyes and hummed unhappily.

The surroundings were dark and quiet, and she could not see anything, but she could feel Fujiwara Izaya holding her tightly, as if she were being ironed.

"I love you, my wife!" Fujiwara Izaya kissed her neck with lingering affection. "Are you angry that you haven't been able to talk to me for so long, or are you jealous? You should at least tell me."

Kawashima Miki opened her eyes and stared at him without saying a word.

"Stop being stubborn." Fujiwara Rin showed no impatience, gently loosening the sash of her yukata with affection, his hand pressing against her waist. "The mountain god festival is about to begin. You will be serving the guests with me as the wife of the mountain god."

Upon hearing this, Kawashima Miki shifted slightly.

"I'm warning you! Don't you dare touch me!" Although she said these harsh words, she didn't flinch or stop him; instead, she lowered her eyes.

Slowly, my body went limp.

"The beautiful and charming Empress is my wife." Fujiwara Rinya felt a great sense of accomplishment, and gently lifted her chin with his other hand. "I'd like to see my wife's eyes. May I open them?"

"Why should I listen to you?" Kawashima Miki said, her eyes tightly shut and her voice icy cold.

Fujiwara Izaya pinched her chin, quickly leaned in, and embraced her in the darkness for the fourth time, kissing her.

"...Bastard, ugh!" Kawashima Miki was furious, but her strength was far too weak in front of the mountain god. Her body was also smaller than his strong little bull-like body. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't push him away.

Lost in the moment, Fujiwara Izaya realized that his feelings for Miss Miki were growing deeper and deeper.

Of course, he developed feelings for other women, but apart from his aunt, his feelings were lukewarm at best, lacking any passionate intensity. Continuing to live like this would leave him with a great regret in life.

Their lips were pressed tightly together until they were almost breathless again, at which point they were released, and Kawashima Miki let out a long sigh of relief: "Phew..."

Fujiwara Izaya re-examined the enchantress who had attracted him. From a male perspective, she had a slender and well-proportioned figure and a cute and beautiful face. Although she was prone to jealousy, that was precisely evidence that he cared.

The two clung tightly to each other, each able to sense the other's every move.

Perhaps the four kisses had worked, or perhaps this peerless enchantress was on the verge of despair; in the dim light, her rapidly breathing body appeared as indistinct as a shadow puppet.

"Don't do such stupid things again." Fujiwara Izaya reached out and stroked her back. "I know I have some terrible qualities, but at least I won't hide anything I want from you. Of course, you can't resist me. From the day you stepped into the Empress's palace, you've been mine."

Kawashima Miki remained silent.

Clearly, she was still a little unwilling, but she remained as docile as a maiden, curling up in his arms.

Just now, when she held her breath and had her lips gently sucked, all her anger vanished, and a sense of peace filled her heart. If Fujiwara Rin could understand the reason for her anger, even if he just made up a reason to coax her, she would make up with him without hesitation.

A sense of weariness permeated the atmosphere between the two.

Fujiwara Izaya stared into the darkness, pondering why Miss Miki was angry.

Either she's feeling lonely in Tokyo and is upset that he hasn't come back to see her for a month and a half, or she's just being unnecessarily jealous. If it's the former, she'll definitely calm down after being intimate, instead of still being sullen like this.

After thinking it over, the only explanation is that the petty empress is jealous again.

Fujiwara Izaya was very confident in his judgment. If he didn't even have this much observational ability, how could he still manage to be surrounded by women when he was so obviously a scumbag?

"Okay, I know I was wrong." He gently stroked Kawashima Miki's head and kissed her forehead.

Kawashima Miki suddenly opened her eyes, her pupils gleaming with a bewitching purple light: "Young Master Fujiwara, what could you have done wrong? Even if you have, you don't need to apologize to me."

"Still so stubborn."

"My pleasure."

"Cute." Fujiwara Izaya gently hugged her.

Kawashima Miki gritted her teeth: "You don't need to hug me unwillingly."

"What's there to be unwilling about? I'm happy to do it."

"asshole!"

"Anyway, I'm a bastard, a bastard who's always scheming against you."

As Fujiwara Rinya inhaled the fragrance emanating from her neck, he was about to lean closer when Kawashima Miki suddenly turned her back to him.

"You're so annoying..."

Every time, out of shyness and as a conditioned reflex, she would say those two words, not meaning to refuse. So, as usual, Fujiwara Izaya nonchalantly wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his embrace. But this time, Kawashima Miki wasn't so docile; instead, she arched her back, curled her legs, and started to struggle with him.

Having known her for so long, Fujiwara Izaya naturally had a good idea of ​​her reactions.

He put one leg over Kawashima Miki's leg and turned his upper body around to face her.

"Go back!"

As soon as Kawashima Miki finished speaking, Fujiwara lowered his head and kissed her again.

"...!"

After a long while, Fujiwara Rinya released his mouth, and Kawashima Miki gasped for breath: "Five times already, aren't you tired of this?!"

Fujiwara Izaya leaned closer again.

“…No!” Kawashima Miki quickly covered her mouth, panting, and said, “Okay, okay, you can continue, I’m listening.”

"You're willing to listen to me now?"

"He agreed..."

"You're not arguing anymore?"

"...Let's stop making trouble for now."

In the soft moonlight, Kawashima Miki's face, as charming as a peach blossom, was filled with a pitiful sense of grievance.

"I came to Nan Yin Dou mainly for work." Fujiwara Rinya picked her up and sat her on his lap. "Think about it, those are two chairpersons, the big shots protecting our Asakusa Shrine. How can we not keep in close contact?"

"Just tell me, why are you hugging me like this!" Kawashima Miki glared at him, her face flushed. However, being in the middle of the spider web, her swaying body had to use her arms to hook around Fujiwara Izaya's neck to maintain her balance. "Put me down! Or I'll get angry!"

“There are two kinds of relationships: one is a relationship of interests, and the other is a relationship of feelings.” Fujiwara Rinya ignored her protests and simply put his arm around her waist, letting the two of them swing like on a spider web. “Relying solely on relationships of interests is not sustainable, so I must cultivate good emotional relationships with them.”

"Is this your excuse for being a womanizer?" Kawashima Miki asked angrily.

“How could I dare to have any ideas about the two chairpersons?” Fujiwara Izaya chuckled, placing his hands on her waist to help her maintain her balance. “I’ll take care of the feelings; you’ll take care of the interests. In the future, you’ll be needed to negotiate interests with them. I’m paving the way for you.”

Kawashima Miki was almost laughing in exasperation at his words.

She had never seen such a shameless person before. He was clearly the one who was unfaithful, yet he acted as if he was doing it for her own good.

"As for their daughters, there's not much of a romantic relationship between them right now," Fujiwara Ryaya continued. "They're a bit close to the junior, but not as close as the wife. And with the senior, they're nowhere near as close. The wife doesn't need to be jealous at all. You know, I give you everything."

"Who cares?"

Kawashima Miki turned her face away, her eyes darting around, and stared blankly into the deep woods.

Her words were forceful, and her demeanor stubborn, but in front of Fujiwara Izaya, she wasn't the imposing empress, but merely a shy little woman. At this moment, not only were her cheeks flushed, but even her ears and neck were spared.

When she turned her face to the side, there were beads of sweat on her cheeks, as if she had just come out of the bath.

"Madam is so adorable." Fujiwara Rin also felt a flutter in his heart, pulling her body into his arms and hugging her tightly. "How about we stop waiting?"

With that movement, Kawashima Miki immediately sensed how energetic and eager he was to get down to business. Her body stiffened abruptly, her lips pursed in a wronged expression: "You just want to do *that* with me..."

"Nonsense!" Fujiwara Izaya wrapped one arm around her back and lightly tapped her forehead with the other. "I like you so much, if I didn't want to sleep with you, wouldn't that be disrespectful to your body?"

"..." Kawashima Miki's eyelids trembled.

“I’ve finished explaining,” Fujiwara Izaya said with a smile.

He was very good at understanding his wife's feelings. Women sometimes dream of being a queen in their dreams, enjoying the unique treatment from their beloved. He could evoke emotional responses in Kawashima Miki, making her feel happy and joyful. Naturally, she could enjoy Kawashima Miki's gentle treatment. The empress would only be gentle to him.

Upon hearing his words, Kawashima Miki's eyes narrowed subconsciously, and she gave a faint "hmm".

Fujiwara Izaya's eyelids twitched.

His wife's jealousy far exceeded his expectations.