I have an unlimited number of shikigami

"Or should I bite..."

"Get out of here—"

With a bang, Fujiwara Rin was kicked off the bed.

"You can't do those things in advance!" came Kawashima Miki's unquestionable voice from under the covers.

Fujiwara Rinya got up, pulling up his pants as he said, "Remember to change Olaf's swimsuit later, or I'll go on myself."

"Okay, okay—" Kawashima Miki threw off the covers, clutched her chest, and glared at him impatiently. "I need to get dressed! Get out of here!"

After gazing at that alluring body, Fujiwara Izaya hesitated.

Kawashima Miki's face turned cold. She picked up her shirt and covered her face with it, intending to go to the bathroom next door.

"I'll come too." Fujiwara Izaya followed after him.

At the bathroom door, he pulled Miss Xia Meiji into his arms again. Despite her slight struggle, the two stumbled into the bathroom, where, in front of the sink, Miss Meiji's lips were once again captured and she was kissed repeatedly.

"You...uh...let go!"

Ignoring her struggles, Fujiwara Izaya put her on the washstand and spread her legs so that she could sit flat on the surface.

"...You bastard!" Kawashima Miki covered her face, her body went limp, and she put her legs behind him, letting him kiss her.

A gust of air turbulence came from behind.

The snow woman, enveloped in frost, drifted in.

Those sapphire-blue eyes curiously examined their owner.

"...Ugh, Fujiwara!" Kawashima Miki's body stiffened, and she sobbed, "Oxfam's here, let me go first..."

Since assuming the role of mistress, she has strictly forbidden Fujiwara Izaya from touching the two little ones, and has also taken on the responsibility of caring for them as their godmother... Now, she's preventing the little ones from touching her, but she herself has been caught red-handed sneaking around with them—how shameful...

"Snowball isn't allowed to look!" Fujiwara Izaya instructed.

The snow woman then turned her face away, looking aggrieved.

“…Ugh!” Kawashima Miki’s neck was as red as the sunset.

She covered her face tightly, not daring to let anyone see her current expression.

Fujiwara Izaya felt that she must be more beautiful than ever before.

With her face covered, all he could see was her brows furrowed in pain, her lips slightly parted as she gasped for breath. After a long while, she let out a high-pitched scream, startling Xuebao.

Fujiwara Izaya opened the bathroom window.

The sea breeze blew in, and Kawashima Miki's eyelids trembled slightly. Her cheeks and chest flushed slightly, and her hazy eyes gave her a sense of accomplishment.

The snow woman floated over and stared at Kawashima Miki's expression for a long time.

"..." Kawashima Miki subconsciously avoided looking at him.

"Are you feeling alright?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.

This question is completely unnecessary; her reaction just now was obvious enough… Kawashima Miki turned her head, staring at him fiercely, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

The answer was definitely yes, but Miss Mei was ashamed to say it aloud, partly due to a rebellious streak.

“It’s your turn this time.” Fujiwara Izaya lifted her down and sat on the vanity himself.

"..." Kawashima Miki glanced at the snow woman floating beside her, her neat teeth gently biting her lower lip. After twitching slightly for a few seconds, she gave a barely audible "hmm."

There's nothing I can do...

Since he was already in that situation, Miss Mei could only return the favor.

The snow woman floated to the dressing table and sat down, tilting her head to observe her owner's face as she enjoyed herself.

She was still wearing her blue and white dress, cinched at the waist with a belt that accentuated her figure. In the height of summer, her naturally fair skin seemed like ice, radiating a cool aura.

To avoid setting a bad example for the child, Fujiwara Izaya had no choice but to pull her upper body close and whisper in her ear.

"Remember to forget what you just saw."

The snow woman blinked her azure eyes.

Why should the image of eating her master be forgotten...? Olaf didn't understand those things and could only shake her head slightly. Beneath the silver-white hair covering her ears, her small ears emerged like a distant scene. Her moist, vivid eyes gleamed with an icy luster.

“A good Snow Baby is one that listens to its master.” Fujiwara Izaya gently patted her cool spine and smelled the coolness of her hair. “Just like Mama Miki, she’s becoming more and more obedient.”

Kawashima Miki was so angry that she bit him hard.

"Hiss—" Fujiwara Izaya hissed in pain.

The snow woman pointed at Kawashima Miki.

That questioning look seemed to say, "She's already eaten you, is she still a good shikigami?"

"Don't look." Fujiwara Izaya turned her head back to the right side once again.

The snow woman pouted, expressing her aggrieved feelings.

However, Olaf was always the most obedient, and her slight dissatisfaction quickly dissipated. She quietly nestled on her owner's shoulder, enjoying the hug he hadn't given her in over a month. Olaf's inner world was as pure and innocent as her outward appearance; as long as she could be by her owner's side and have popsicles to eat every day, that was all she needed.

Time slips away quietly.

More than half an hour later, Kawashima Miki stood up and wiped the corner of her mouth.

Fujiwara Izaya had never seen her so graceful.

A beautiful woman with a classical charm gently lowered her head, deftly wiping her lips with her fingertips. The way she smiled as she savored the taste was like a skillful young lady from ancient times carefully checking her finished needlework.

"Would you like to rinse your mouth?" Fujiwara Izaya asked considerately.

Kawashima Miki shook her head, her throat moving slightly.

Her cheeks were still flushed, and she looked tired and listless. Fujiwara Izaya moved to the right so that she could sit on the vanity and rest, and then naturally put his right arm around her shoulder.

The sea breeze kept pouring in through the windows, and the waves churned up at the stern of the yacht were as elegant and refined as a long, flowing dress.

At this moment, Kawashima Miki was as docile as a puppy.

Just now, Fujiwara Izaya felt as if he were soaking in a hot spring with red rose petals scattered on the surface. The water temperature was unusually high, and it felt warm and comfortable. Moreover, the water was shallow, only reaching his neck. The faint, sweet fragrance of roses and the warm spring water gave him a feeling of detached comfort.

"Do you like it?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.

This question is unnecessary... Kawashima Miki impatiently nudged his shoulder.

The Empress, who is so chaste, would not do such a shameful thing if she didn't enjoy it. You scoundrel, you're asking a question you already know the answer to.

"Do you like it or not?" Fujiwara Izaya pressed again.

This time, Kawashima Miki glanced at him sideways and quickly replied, "I don't like it."

His tone was arrogant.

“You’re saying one thing but meaning another.” Fujiwara Izaya stared at her face.

"..." Kawashima Miki spat at him inwardly, then grabbed his waist with her small hand and twisted it hard. "I think I've fallen into your trap!"

"Where!" Fujiwara Izaya gritted his teeth in pain. "I'm the one who fell into your trap! You were the one scheming to take my land from the very beginning! Now not only is the land yours, but your body is yours too..."

"Anyway, you're a bad guy."

"But the responsibility lies with you."

"At my?"

"Because it's so much fun to bully Miss Mei."

"Next time I'll show you how powerful the Empress is!" Kawashima Miki cursed in embarrassment and annoyance. Wearing a wrinkled top, she was overcome with drowsy laziness. She had originally planned to go out and enjoy the sea breeze, but instead, she blushed and slumped against him, her cheek muscles still numb.

Fujiwara Izaya glanced at his watch; it was almost 2 PM.

Miss Meiji was a little tired, but she didn't want to go back to bed, so she nestled on his shoulder and whispered sweet nothings in his ear, enjoying this rare moment of intimacy. Fujiwara Izaya, taking advantage of the situation, asked again, "You like it, don't you?"

"Didn't I say I hate it?" Kawashima Miki's arrogant tone remained unyielding.

"Then why do you look like this now..."

"How could I be so easily fooled?"

Fujiwara Rinya found Miss Meiji's self-deprecating tone increasingly endearing and innocent, and reached his hand from behind to her chest.

For some reason, he always appeared rude and masculine in her presence, sometimes even a bit nonchalant. If he was like a pristine white shirt in front of other women, clean, dazzling, and without any shadows, then in front of Miss Mei, he was a spirit stained with grease on his collar, wrinkles on his back, and tears in his exposed skin—full of calculation and scheming.

Kawashima Miki also knew this.

She was an empress, and any man would consider conquering her an achievement. Besides, she was the one who seduced him first, and now that he had taken her, it could only be said that she had given him an opening. She did nothing about it; the so-called dignity and reserve of an empress were nothing more than scraps of paper on a scenic journey under the powerful mountain god and his gentleness.

Her constant haughtiness in front of him wasn't out of insult, but rather a subtle sense of shame. It was precisely this shame that shaped her and Fujiwara Izaya's charming and playful relationship. One could say that for the slightly old-fashioned, quiet and comfortable Miss Miki, haughtiness was her most beautiful quality.

The two didn't speak; Olaf couldn't speak.

She simply reached out her little hand and gently stroked her master's cheek.

Ah!

Her palms were small and tender, feeling cool and refreshing, and so soft... Fujiwara Izaya suddenly thought of a serious problem: if he let Yuki go swimming, would she freeze the seawater?

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At 3 p.m., the yacht stopped at the edge of a small island.

A few hundred meters from the shore, Fujiwara Izaya came to the deck and looked out at the island. The sea was shrouded in mist, and distant ships were vaguely visible. The silhouettes of the island's mountains could be seen in the distance.

The scorching sun softened, and the sea was calm and still in August.

The women were changing into their swimsuits in the cabin, while Fujiwara Izaya held a whole coconut, drinking as he waited.

The sun was hidden behind thin wisps of clouds, like a bright white silkworm cocoon.

Along the infinitely unfolding, curved horizon, two seabirds soared through the air like expanding specks of light, rapidly approaching each other. Each seabird clutched an envelope on its foot.

One letter was from my aunt, and the other was from Dark Raven.

The clouds drifted by, the sky was a clear blue, and Fujiwara Izaya lazily opened his letter while sipping coconut juice.

My aunt has returned to the hidden town and briefly mentioned the preparations for the Mountain God Festival in her letter, focusing on the Mountain God's wives' magnificent attire. She said she plans to sew three sets: one for herself, one for Kasahara Mikuri, and one for Kawashima Miki. As for who among the three Mountain God's wives will be the first to receive the first time that night, that will depend on their own abilities. At the end, my aunt confidently stated that the Mountain God's first time will definitely be hers.

The letter from Dark Raven reported on the work done over the past month.

Fujiwara Izaya gave him two tasks: first, to protect Miss Yukino. While dutifully protecting her, Raven also secretly followed Miss Miki as she entered and exited the Furukawa Mansion several times, even uncovering top-secret information that she was a former maid of Mrs. Furukawa. In her letter, she also revealed that the Furukawa Mansion would be sending people to the Mountain God Festival, and Miss Yukino might be among them.

The second task is to investigate Ms. Jingxia at the [Oasis Couples' Tea House]. Due to the short timeframe for this second task, Gouzi hasn't found any useful information yet.