I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Why don't you ask what the biggest advantage is?

What is its biggest advantage?

Fujiwara Izaya puffed out his chest and raised his head proudly: "Cool!"

His proud demeanor was both endearing and handsome. Yukino Riho smiled and stared intently at his animated expression, saying slowly and deliberately, "Fujiwara-kun is dishonest, shameless, and narcissistic!"

"If you want to refute me, you should at least have evidence."

“Fujiwara-kun is the most shameless.” Yukino Riho’s stubbornness was completely unlike that of a powerful yokai.

I won't argue with you.

"Not telling the truth, being dishonest."

"Alright, I guess I'll have to use my ultimate move." Fujiwara Rin sighed, looking exasperated, then squatted down, leaned close to her, and winked. "Why did you catch the popsicle with your mouth without even thinking?"

Upon hearing this question, Yukino Riho's eyes widened instantly.

Her face, which had been only slightly pink, turned bright red at a visible speed, and her face, neck, and ears were not spared. She pouted, wanting to explain something, but with her limited intelligence, how could she possibly come up with a reason?

“Silly woman, so cute.” Fujiwara Izaya stood up, holding a sandwich.

There were some washed grapes and strawberries on the table, which he picked up and headed to his room.

Yukino Riho, her face flushed, crossed her arms and watched his retreating figure, thinking he was definitely laughing at her. With that thought, she pursed her lips and complained, "He's so mean, I should have kicked him out..."

Her voice was very soft.

I figured I could make sure Fujiwara Izaya could hear me, but I didn't dare shout too loudly.

Upon hearing this, Fujiwara Izaya paused in his tracks, while Yukino Riho sniffed and then laughed smugly.

"Come to my room, I'll introduce you to a new friend." Fujiwara Izaya said this and pushed open the door to enter the room.

Yukino Riho immediately rolled off the sofa.

She didn't even bother to put on slippers; her feet, clad only in stockings, slid across the floor as she quickly followed them inside.

As soon as I entered, a bone-chilling cold hit me.

Yukino Riho blinked.

The snow woman blinked as well.

Then, both monsters tilted their heads to the right, asking with the same puzzled expression, "Who are you?"

"Yukihime, come here," Fujiwara Izaya called out from the bedside.

The snow woman turned around and floated to her master's side, wrapping her arms around his neck and sitting across his lap.

Fujiwara Izaya switched the system to an ice pop and fed it to her.

"Mmm..." The snow woman, with food in her mouth, snuggled affectionately against him, like a pet cuddling with its owner.

"...This?" Yukino Riho stared blankly at the scene.

"Close the door and come this way," Fujiwara Izaya instructed.

"Oh well……"

After closing the door, Yukino Riho sat down on the bed.

Her gaze remained fixed on the snow woman... with her delicate oval face, blue eyes, long silver hair, and exquisite features, this snow woman looked exactly like her, if not just similar.

The snow woman, nestled in her master's arms, was also curiously observing her.

Olaf is a shy child.

To her, any stranger was a potential source of unease.

But the woman in front of him made Xuebao feel close to her, giving her a sense of security no less than that of her master.

"Where... did she come from..." Yukino Riho asked blankly.

However, although she asked the question, she had no interest in listening to the answer. Instead, she bit her hand and stared intently at the Snow Woman with her big eyes. As she watched, she couldn't help but reach out and ruffle the Snow Woman's hair, feeling its cool touch.

The snow woman shrank her shoulders.

After timidly glancing at her a few times and realizing that she meant no harm, Xuebao took the initiative to come closer and look her in the eye.

"Ah~"

Unable to speak, Xuebao could only mumble a question in a dreamlike, murmured manner.

"Hmm, it feels so real, like there's some kind of connection between us..." Yukino Riho's white, clean teeth gleamed as she gently bit the tip of her thumb, revealing a naive side that she only showed when no one was around. "What's your name?"

The Gene Era

"Ah~" The snow woman imitated her, putting her thumb in her mouth.

"Yukihime, come here." Fujiwara Izaya reached out and pulled Yukihime back onto his lap.

Yukino Riho looked up, still biting her thumb, her big eyes meeting Fujiwara Izaya's.

Her confused and bewildered expression was exactly like that of the Snow Woman. After glancing at her a few times, she silently lowered her head and began to think.

"You're really calm..." Fujiwara Izaya had originally thought she would be frightened and then frantically bombard him with questions. Now, seeing her ignoring him, he shrugged, feeling a little bored, and lowered his head to play with Olaf.

Just then.

"what--"

Yukino Riho suddenly looked up.

The usually quiet and intellectual woman has completely lost her composure.

"Fujiwara-kun—"

She lunged forward, grabbed Fujiwara Izaya's shoulder, and shook him violently.

"What's going on?!"

"Where did this snow woman come from? Why do I feel like I can sense her feelings?!"

"That's right!"

"You often touch her feet, right—"

In my shaky vision, all I could see was her beautiful face.

Tranquil, gentle, graceful, and beautiful—everything about her seemed so perfectly natural. What a wonderful feeling!

Chapter 152. Shoemaking, it's basic stuff.

Riho Yukino enjoyed the simple sandwich.

A potted geranium sits by the window, letting in a gentle, warm, dim light from outside.

Breakfast is a pleasant and healthy time. Yukino Riho would occasionally press down on her chest-length black hair with one hand and lean forward to tease the snow woman lying on the bed.

Fujiwara Izaya's gaze always managed to pinpoint the soft, full breasts beneath her blue summer knit sweater... The light blue jacket and black miniskirt and stockings—wasn't that the outfit from that Yuki-onna doujinshi?

I really want to watch it again!

It was still raining outside the window, but the clouds overhead were very thin, as if you could see the blue sky at any moment.

A leisurely morning, the world as always.

“Hey, Fujiwara…”

Yukino Riho suddenly reached out her hand.

Fujiwara Izaya paused slightly, looking at her face with a strawberry in his mouth, as he gazed at her fair and delicate palm.

“Give me something to eat,” Yukino Riho said.

The snow woman nodded frantically beside her.

Fujiwara Rin couldn't help but laugh, took out Yuki-onna's food from the system and handed it to Yukino Riho, saying, "Don't feed her too much, or she'll become lazy."

"……abnormal!"

Yukino Riho took the popsicle and pulled the snow woman away to hide somewhere far away...

Fujiwara Rin chuckled irritably, then adopted a nonchalant demeanor, eating his dessert while observing the two snow women beside him.

Yukiko knelt before Yukino Riho, licking an ice pop like a kitten suckling milk. Whenever she leaned forward, her beautiful face would hide in her long, snow-white hair. And Yukino Riho, who was feeding her, always wore a faint smile, like a spring twilight.

From her appearance, Yukino Riho isn't the kind of woman who's particularly fashionable, and her makeup isn't flashy or eye-catching. However, thanks to her naturally good features, her face has soft lines, and her eyebrows and eyes are quite delicate. Her skin is stunningly fair, and the slightly open neckline reveals her snow-white skin, truly befitting the name of a snow woman.

Over time, you can also notice that she is somewhat reserved in her words and actions.

Yuki-onna is a yokai without emotions. She is certainly not the type to be passionate and proactive. Even if she has all sorts of thoughts, she will quietly hide them deep in her heart.

As Yukino Riho happily fed Yuki, Fujiwara Izaya kept glancing at her slender back and long black hair.

At this moment, he was somewhat confused, unsure whether he should be kind to her. She was beautiful, with a quiet elegance that rivaled even Mrs. Hoshimi's, and her naiveté was endearing. Fujiwara Izaya, determined to surpass his father, felt he had no reason not to be kind to her. Besides… even if not for himself, for Yuki's sake, he had no reason to let Miss Yukino slip away.

The problem is...

How can I win over the Snow Woman?

He had no confidence in this at all, since there had never been a case of a snow woman falling in love with a human in thousands of years.

After much deliberation, Fujiwara Izaya decided that he should start by dealing with Olaf.

“Miss Yukino, I have a question,” he suddenly said.

Yukino Riho gave a soft "Hmm?" and turned to look at him.

The snow woman looked at her master with the same expression and posture, almost in sync with her movements.

Two flawless faces looked at him at the same time, as if two purest hearts were facing him, and Fujiwara Izaya's heart skipped a beat.

Ah!

I'm dead!

This wonderful feeling of happiness permeated my heart, like the lake water in the rainy season unknowingly overflowing the dam.

"What's wrong?" Yukino Riho asked, puzzled.

"Oh, is that so?" Fujiwara Izaya snapped out of his reverie, revealing his usual smile. After looking at her for a moment, he rubbed his forehead slightly and said, "Have you run into any trouble these past few days?"

"Huh?" Yukino Riho shook her head in confusion.