I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Kawashima Miki bit her lip, trembling, a flush of anger rising on her face. A cold glint of suicidal malice flashed in her eyes as she stared intently at the scoundrel.

“Of course, Miss Meiji is the first wife,” Fujiwara Izaya added.

"..." Kawashima Miki's eyes flickered, and after failing to break free, she sighed softly and lowered her face.

Compromise is always a good idea.

Kawashima Miki, torn by inner conflict, moved closer to Fujiwara Izaya, their shoulders touching. Their clasped hands were sandwiched between their bodies, so close that it was impossible to tell they were holding hands unless you looked very closely. As they walked forward, she cautiously observed her surroundings, afraid of being recognized. Even though no one here knew her, she was still afraid that word would get out that she was willing to share a man with someone else.

The three moved with the crowd to the edge of the stage. A group of villagers were dancing up there; their moves varied in quality, but participation was key. In the festive atmosphere, balloons, windmills, and colorful candies shimmered in the darkness—it was going to be a romantic night.

Upon reaching the stall, Fujiwara Izaya bought two more fox masks.

The stall owner looked at the two women he was holding hands with with a surprised expression: "Where... are those two girls from before?"

"Can't I have a lot of women in my family?" Fujiwara Izaya raised an eyebrow smugly.

"Shut up, I'm not a woman in your family!" Kawashima Miki turned her gaze away, her voice slightly lower, "Let go of me now!"

“Yes, that’s me.” Xia Xili smiled with her eyes narrowed and leaned her face forward. “Xiao Lin will also help me put on the mask, and then I will reveal my fox form and let you play with my ears and tail.”

Fujiwara Izaya, who was initially annoyed by her constant meddling, immediately softened.

He led her to the bushes nearby and put a fox mask on her. Xia Xili twisted her waist slightly, and her soft, fluffy tail, covered in fine, long fur, popped out first, followed by a pair of fluffy, pointed ears that protruded in a triangle on her head.

"Let me see more clearly." Fujiwara Rinya released Kawashima Miki's hand and instead put his arm around Natsuki Riki's shoulder.

"Here, this is for you." Xia Xili held his arm, bringing her face close as if to whisper something. "The tail isn't just for swatting mosquitoes. Want to know more?"

"What else?" Fujiwara Izaya reached out and rubbed her ear.

It feels incredibly realistic, almost like rubbing a dog's ear. It even bounces back when you press it down, it's so fun!

"Don't be fooled by its big tail, it's just full of fur." ​​Xia Xili lowered her head, her tail swaying from side to side, seemingly shy but actually just pretending to be cute. "Besides, the tail is just as flexible as a hand. As long as you apply lubricant and make the fur solid, it can replace your hand to play games with you."

"...?" Fujiwara Izaya thought to himself, "Foxtail gang masturbation...is this something a human could come up with?"

Oh.

She's no longer human.

Then it's alright.

"Compared to the new gameplay, I'm more concerned about whether you have any adverse reactions." Fujiwara Izaya's expression turned serious. "Since you've already done it, there's no use blaming you. Besides supporting you, I also need to ensure that the will within you will always belong to Xia Xili, and not some fox woman."

Kawashima Miki glanced at the two of them and prepared to leave.

"You're not allowed to leave." Fujiwara Izaya used one hand to press down on her wrist.

"..." Kawashima Miki sighed slightly, and sat down again with a helpless expression on her face.

"My little wife will be tamed soon." Xia Xili smiled gracefully, covering her lips with her delicate hand and looking Kawashima Miki up and down. "It seems that I, as her aunt, need to rush back and make the gorgeous dress that the Mountain God's wife wore at the Mountain God Festival."

On the surface, she still appeared indifferent, but in reality, Kawashima Miki had already pricked up her ears.

"It's not just the costumes, but also the preparations for receiving guests, the performance team, the venue decoration... all of these need Chestnut's help to check in advance."

"I do everything, what are you doing?"

"I'm going back to Tokyo to help Miss Miki with her shrine maiden registration."

"Snapped!"

Xia Xili raised her tail and swept it across Fujiwara Izaya's face.

But the next second, her body was also tightly embraced by Fujiwara Izaya.

In the thick darkness of night, the two looked at each other.

After transforming into a fox spirit, her once clear black eyes turned amber, shimmering even in the darkness.

The patterns were intricate, beautiful as glass, and as deep as the sky; Fujiwara Izaya was mesmerized. At times like this, he couldn't accept even the slightest resistance from his aunt.

"My Natsuki family really owes your Fujiwara family something." Natsuki Riki half-heartedly resisted, closing her eyes and nestling in his arms.

In this pose, she was breathtakingly beautiful, beyond description. Her exquisitely beautiful lines, outlined in the darkness, revealed a face as lovely as a flower; her dignified and elegant expression radiated a passionate and unrestrained charm. A slight upturn at the corners of her lips betrayed either a hint of pride or a touch of melancholy.

At the end of their eye contact, Fujiwara Izaya's eyes were filled with a sincere plea.

Xia Xili really liked his gaze.

This is a gaze that hopes to leave everything on the beautiful, ambiguous shore... He is struggling with how to delve into his own heart; there is no way forward and he is unwilling to retreat, so he can only hope to stay in the same place forever.

"You've been completely controlled by your aunt." Xia Xili suddenly pressed her face against his and kissed him.

Holding her waist, he felt her body temperature, as warm as if he were in a greenhouse, with a fragrant aroma wafting towards him. Fujiwara Izaya imagined that it wouldn't be so bad to suffocate to death like this, a state of perfect and symmetrical beauty.

Flames danced and shadows crisscrossed.

The night sky was filled with sparks, which rose up red smoke, giving off a yellow hue, like the afterglow of the setting sun.

The Green Gourd Sword Immortal

Kawashima Miki buried her head in her knees, listening to the two people beside her talk. Xia Xili's voice was very pleasant, as comforting as soaking in lukewarm bathwater. Sometimes, Kawashima Miki would turn her head to look over, watching the graceful movements of her fingers as she spoke languidly, the perfectly timed tremors of her fair and delicate throat, and the smile that lingered on her lips even as she teased and joked with Fujiwara Rinya. When Fujiwara Rinya suddenly began to speak seriously about profound truths, she would raise her hand to gently cover her forehead to hide her listless and languid gaze. When Fujiwara Rinya noticed her impatience, she would then plead with him, displaying a seductive charm that could charm anyone, begging him not to be angry... From her myriad expressions, Kawashima Miki deeply understood how astonishing the beauty a woman could display when she was happy could be.

Even she, who always considered herself the most beautiful in the world, was somewhat envious.

In comparison, she was just a boring woman with some looks, but who only knew how to throw tantrums and didn't know how to coax people... Kawashima Miki silently watched the drifting sparks, and several times she tried to reach out and touch them, but she couldn't touch anything.

Suddenly someone tapped her on the shoulder.

Kawashima Miki was startled and turned back to look at Fujiwara Izaya without any emotion.

"What are you doing!" she said, both angry and aggrieved.

"Go and coax her." Xia Xili stretched contentedly and lay down on the lawn with a slightly unrestrained air.

"Look at the face of you, you're overthinking things again, aren't you?" Fujiwara Izaya opened his arms and wrapped them around her waist. "What's on your mind? Can you tell me?"

Kawashima Miki stiffened, but did not flinch.

Then, under Fujiwara Izaya's force, she fell to the ground, gritting her teeth and saying bitterly, "I'm not going to be your shikigami anymore."

That beautiful, picturesque face looked so wronged.

“It’s okay to be stubborn and act out. That’s how you show each person’s unique personality and prevent them from becoming just a pretty face.” Fujiwara Izaya inhaled the rose scent on her body and the fresh smell of the grass beneath her. “But if you’re stubborn and act out incessantly, it will just get annoying.”

Kawashima Miki pouted: "I wanted to cause trouble..."

"Yes, yes, it was my fault." Fujiwara Izaya smiled and lowered his head. "But you have no way to back out now. Who told you to seduce me first?"

"..."

When that shameful past was brought up again, Kawashima Miki immediately lost her spirits.

“Miss Miki, my first wife.” Fujiwara Izaya gently kissed her forehead, then his lips quickly slid down, and she was tightly locked in his arms.

"Ugh, stop it..." Kawashima Miki habitually refused, her small hand slowly pushing away his chest. "Someone's watching... watching... um... let's go home..."

Amidst feigned resistance, her body twisted and struggled a few times, but soon she was suddenly overcome, completely lost in the moment. In the hazy night, the noise seemed exceptionally distant; face to face, lips to lips, breasts to breasts pressed together… Before long, who knows, perhaps… Ah! What a direct and beautiful act! No words, no meaning needed. Let that posture, that action, follow its simple, primal, and beautiful course!

After a long while, their lips parted...

The two of them were panting heavily.

Kawashima Miki's petite, voluptuous, mature body with delicate and smooth skin was so hot it seemed to melt.

"The Mountain Goddess's magnificent attire was made based on the clothing of ancient Chinese empresses." Fujiwara Rinya sat up, holding Kawashima Miki's alluring body in his arms, his hands stroking her body as if taking measurements. "Madam, you must not be jealous anymore. You must have the noble and dignified demeanor and magnanimity of an empress."

“…Hmm.” Kawashima Miki was too embarrassed to meet his gaze.

"We're an old married couple, why are you still so easily embarrassed?" Fujiwara Izaya touched her buttocks with his left hand and wrapped his right arm around her waist. "But you're really cute. Even if the world ends, please stay this cute forever, my wife."

“Who’s cute…” Kawashima Miki gently rested her chin on his shoulder and closed her eyes contentedly: “…When you say the word ‘cute,’ it always feels like you’re calling me childish…and that you think I’m easy to bully.”

“Isn’t that right?” Fujiwara Izaya asked with amusement. “In matters of the heart, you’re no different from a sixteen-year-old girl.”

Kawashima Miki hummed softly in his ear.

Then, she asked expectantly, "What does the Mountain God's wife need to do during the Mountain God Festival?"

“You need to serve the mountain god well.” Fujiwara Izaya gently stroked her supple waist and patted her bottom like he was coaxing a child. “As for how to serve, the empress who runs a brothel doesn’t need me to teach her, does she?”

"Hmph!" Kawashima Miki responded with dissatisfaction.

Under his caresses, she felt increasingly light-footed, and her breathing, which had just calmed down, became rapid again.

Fujiwara Izaya tilted his head and kissed her on the cheek: "Miss Miki, can I ask you for a favor?"

“…Speak.” Kawashima Miki sensed that he was up to something.

"On the night I become your wife, give me a real bubble bath."

"...I don't know how."

"You can go and learn it; you still have a few days."

"..." Kawashima Miki's eyes struggled for a moment, then she softly uttered an "oh".

Footsteps approached from behind, and she instinctively lifted her chin away from his shoulder. But then she thought, she would soon be his wife, and she would have to adapt to her new status sooner or later. There was no need to hide anymore, so she sweetly placed her chin back on his shoulder.

“A bubble bath isn’t out of the question, but I have a condition.” She wrapped her arms tightly around Fujiwara Izaya’s neck, clinging to him without moving. “That night, you have to confess to me, a sincere confession.”

Fujiwara Rin didn't answer either.

It wasn't that he didn't want to answer, but... the faces of the junior and senior students in front of him were filled with chilling killing intent.

He tilted his head and looked to the side.

It's completely empty; there's no one here anymore.

A moment later, an extremely shrill voice suddenly rang out under the cover of night.

"Xia Xili, you have committed countless evil deeds!"

"Just you wait—"

Chapter 142. A Simple Morning: Breakfast, Setting Off at Sea...

The next morning, the sun shone into the house.

Mrs. Hoshimi opened the bedroom door and immediately saw Fujiwara Izaya, who was lazily sleeping on the sofa like a puppy. The living room wasn't air-conditioned, but the temperature was cool, giving it a wintery feel.

She looked around.

Behind the sofa, in the corner against the wall, stood two cardboard boxes pieced together to form the outer casing of an air conditioner.