I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Through the louvered air vent, one could vaguely see a pair of blue eyes, gazing sadly at their unfaithful master sleeping soundly on the sofa.

“Using the Snow Woman like an air conditioner, no one else but him would do that…” Mrs. Hoshimi raised her hand, her white fingers rubbing her forehead, then she walked over and knelt gracefully and charmingly in front of the sofa.

The sun was blazing, and the shadow of his bangs fell on the boy's forehead.

His broad chest rose and fell gently with his slow breathing, like an unmanned boat floating on the sea, where immense energy was hidden beneath the calm and stable surface.

"You're quite cute when you're not talking." Mrs. Hoshimi rested her chin on her hand, smiling as if she had seen a dress she liked. In the quietly shifting sunlight, her other hand measured the distance between his eyes, the length of his nose, the thickness of his lips with her fingers... After a long while, she stopped smiling and gently shook Fujiwara Izaya's shoulder, "Get up and make breakfast with me."

Who is it?

Fujiwara Rinya slapped her hand away in displeasure.

"Oh—, you just disobeyed the chairman, didn't you!" Mrs. Hoshimi suddenly reached out, grabbed his ear, and lifted him up. "I haven't settled accounts with you for what happened last night, so you better behave yourself!"

"Hey, who is it..." Fujiwara Izaya opened his eyes, still confused.

As her vision gradually cleared, Mrs. Hoshimi's angry face came into view. She was wearing a loose, off-the-shoulder nightgown, with a light blue bra strap cinching her rounded, fair shoulders. While her shoulders were very sexy, she didn't appear revealing, because her chest was covered up so tightly that even her collarbones were not visible.

"Wow," Fujiwara Izaya rubbed his eyes in surprise, "Where did this fairy come from?"

"It's no use trying to coax me, go coax Rinko instead." Mrs. Hoshimi smacked him on the forehead, then ruffled his hair. "If Himeko and I hadn't arrived in time last night, you probably would have been beaten to death."

"My two older sisters still care about me the most." Fujiwara Izaya showed a well-behaved and cute expression.

When it comes to acting cute, he's just as good as these women.

"I won't protect you next time." Mrs. Hoshimi stretched and stood up, turning to walk towards the kitchen. "Come quickly and make me a loving breakfast, see if that can calm Rin down."

"Isn't my senior up yet?" Fujiwara Izaya looked at the beautiful curve of her back.

"No."

"I'm going to brush my teeth first."

Fujiwara Izaya got up and went into the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth.

After being caught red-handed last night, the two girls attacked him without hesitation. Kawashima Miki didn't help him, instead watching the commotion from the sidelines. His aunt, who was quite the entertainer, even ran straight back to the hidden town, completely ignoring his plight. If the two chairpersons hadn't noticed the commotion and rushed over, he might have had to flee back to Tokyo that very night. When he got home last night, his room was also occupied by Kawashima Miki, so he had to make do on the sofa for the night.

After washing up, I returned to the living room.

Fujiwara Izaya walked to the corner and opened the cardboard box.

A gust of white, cold mist blew towards him, and he couldn't help but shiver.

In the sunlight streaming through the window, the Snow Woman hugged herself, biting her lower lip slightly. Her clear blue eyes glared at her master with a mournful look, as if silently accusing him of locking Snow Baby in a dark room all night.

Her gorgeous, long, silvery-white hair cascaded down her shoulders like silk.

"Yukihime, come here." Fujiwara Izaya opened his arms.

The snow woman hesitated for a moment, then slowly floated over and hugged his neck tightly.

"Ah~"

Her lips, covered in snowflakes, parted.

Fujiwara Izaya switched to an ice pop and held it to her lips: "Did you miss your master?"

The snow woman leaned forward, about to bite the popsicle.

"Hey~" Fujiwara Izaya quickly took it, grinning mischievously, "You can only eat it if you miss your master."

"..."

The snow woman's blue eyes appeared even more sorrowful.

She still can't speak; all she can do is tilt her frosty little face up and use her eyes to convey her message. From those eyes, filled with deep sorrow, Fujiwara Izaya sees nothing but accusations against her master.

"Olive is the best girl." He smiled and stuffed the popsicle into the Snow Woman's mouth.

"Well."

The snow woman wrapped one arm around his neck and held the popsicle stick in the other, happily eating.

The morning sunlight fell on her frost-covered profile, making her appear even more radiant and translucent, a truly stunning beauty, like snow itself.

"Wake up quickly..." Fujiwara Izaya rubbed her cool face.

The cool air emanated from her tender skin, seeping from her fingertips into her entire body.

The snow woman tilted her head slightly, looking at him with an "hmm" expression. As her head turned, the frost on her long eyelashes fell like snowflakes fluttering in the wind from a snow-covered pine tree... This scene made Fujiwara Izaya exclaim in his heart: Snow Woman is the cutest in the world.

"You'll understand eventually." Fujiwara Izaya put his arm around her waist, letting her cling to him, and walked into his room.

After feeding one, there are still two more to feed.

One of them is an idiot, and the other is an idiot too.

After the bedroom door opened, Kawashima Miki, wearing pajamas, was leaning against the headboard, holding a tablet and lost in thought.

She hadn't brought any clothes with her; she was wearing Fujiwara Izaya's men's pajamas, the neckline of which was rather low. In the sunlight, her fair chest shimmered with a smooth, milky sheen.

As for the waist, it's bound with a thin belt.

Her high breasts and slender waist were perfectly outlined, and her body curves were stunningly beautiful.

On the ceiling, Jorogumo is sleeping on a net she has spun.

Seeing Fujiwara Izaya carrying the Yuki-onna in, Kawashima Miki put down her tablet, crossed her arms, and glared at him: "Who let you in?"

"Snowball, come down first."

Fujiwara Izaya patted the snow woman on the shoulder, causing her to float down, and then climbed directly onto the bed.

"Sit still!" Kawashima Miki pressed her meticulously manicured fingertips against his brow as he leaned closer.

“…I slept on the sofa last night,” Fujiwara Izaya had no choice but to change tactics, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into his embrace. “Now my whole body aches, doesn’t my wife feel sorry for me?”

"Do you think I don't know your body?" Kawashima Miki was furious.

Early in the morning, the lady's angry look was really cute, and Fujiwara Izaya's hand suddenly slipped into her collar.

Kawashima Miki immediately tried to dodge, but it was too late.

"what are you doing?"

"To enhance relationships."

The two were tangled up, and the noise they made woke up the sleeping Jorogumo.

"What are they doing? Little Spider wants to copy them too..."

The snow woman quietly floated to her side and watched with her her master do something wicked.

"Don't lead the kids astray!" Kawashima Miki curled up as if trying to escape.

But she didn't pull away too far; the warmth and softness of those lips close to her earlobe made her reluctant to leave. And the sensation of those fine hairs gently moving against her cheek under the pressure made her feel happy.

Fujiwara Izaya boldly lifted her clothes and buried his face in her soft body.

"I'm still angry!" Kawashima Miki said, her voice filled with embarrassment and annoyance.

"I was wrong," Fujiwara Izaya replied decisively.

It's his tone of voice that's unclear, like he has something stuffed in his mouth.

"What did you do wrong?" Kawashima Miki maintained her empress-like composure.

"My mistake was that I wasn't good enough for my wife to accept all my shortcomings."

"...Nonsense!"

"Hmm, it's really bouncy. Our kids are in for a treat."

"Hey, don't talk nonsense, and don't change the subject!"

"By the way, would you like a boy or a girl, madam?"

"Of course it's a boy."

"I think girls are better."

"why?"

"Think about it, with my wife and I looking good, our daughter will definitely be the cutest and most beautiful girl in the world. Why waste our genes to have a boy?"

"But my daughter will grow up and get married, and I can't bear to part with her."

“It’s too much trouble to support a man. Just think about it, with the style of the men in my Fujiwara family, the future conflicts between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law will be so numerous that they’ll drown you.”

"...That makes sense."

"Madam, lift your leg."

"Hmm. Oh..."

Kawashima Miki, completely charmed, subconsciously did as he said.

A gentle and beautiful mother, a handsome and tall father, and a lovely child. On a sunny Sunday morning, the three of them strolled lovingly in the nearby park—what a heartwarming scene!

With a look of rapture and longing on her face, Kawashima Miki raised her legs high.

Her short nightgown slipped down, revealing her fair and beautiful legs.

Those smooth, shapely legs were like two thriving cabbages that had absorbed plenty of sunlight.

"I like Chinese cabbage!"

Fujiwara Izaya held her ankle, smelling the rose scent from the cabbage.

"Hey, put it down." Kawashima Miki finally realized what was happening, gritting her teeth and twisting her waist as if it were itchy.

Fujiwara Izaya found her panicked appearance quite adorable and couldn't help but chuckle.

After a while, having finished eating the cabbage, he lay face down on the bed sheet.

Kawashima Miki looked down at his head between her legs, and knowing that there were people in the rooms on both sides, she bit her lip tightly, not daring to make a sound.

“They’re still not up!” Fujiwara Izaya said.

"Don't go too far!" Kawashima Miki warned, her legs naturally landing on his back. Then, she leaned back against the windowsill, her slender fingers gripping the sheets tightly, her lips slightly parted. Excitement and joy made her forget everything, feeling no shame whatsoever—her delicate, round, sweet face burned like a flame.

After his morning exercise, Fujiwara Rinya changed Spider's food and had Kawashima Miki feed her. Then, as he walked towards the kitchen, he opened the windows in the hallway, living room, and dining room.

The room was eerily quiet, with only a gentle breeze blowing through. The weather forecast said today's temperature would reach its highest point since the start of summer, making it a perfect day for a sea excursion.

In the kitchen, Mrs. Hoshimi was focused on cooking.