I have an unlimited number of shikigami

The front of the kimono slides down to the shoulders on both sides.

The soft silk slid effortlessly from her fair, delicate skin, clinging to her chest.

Fujiwara Izaya's Adam's apple bobbed.

The sound was exceptionally clear.

It's not his fault; after all, he could even clearly see the few bluish veins on that fair skin.

"Afraid to move now?" Xia Xili smiled and scratched his chin with her finger.

“You should behave yourself at home,” Fujiwara Izaya explained in a hoarse voice.

“Hmm, I accept that explanation.” Xia Xili nodded understandingly and continued to scratch his chin. “Well then, now I need to settle accounts with you.”

"Settle the accounts?"

"You brought two ladies back with you."

"...Uh, haha."

"I've been here for over a decade, haven't I?"

"……Yes."

"I've waited so long, and I still haven't received the title of 'Madam.' Don't you think this is going too far?"

"That's outrageous!" Fujiwara Izaya exclaimed indignantly, as if he weren't the one being criticized.

"Alright, now that you know you've gone too far, then obediently accept the punishment!" Xia Xili put her legs on him and started playing the old challenge again.

"..."

Fujiwara Izaya was about to cry.

"Don't make a sound." Xia Xili smiled contemptuously, lifted the hem of her kimono, and stepped on him.

This revealed her long, slender, and beautiful legs, with sexy and alluring curves. The flesh on her thighs was also full of elasticity, and it felt incredibly good to the touch.

Let's be reasonable!

Being able to admire the beautiful legs of a beautiful elder who is not related to you by blood should be a wonderful thing, but Fujiwara Izaya's expression was as if he had suffered some great torment, and it was even a little distorted.

because!

Xia Xili!

They're really grinding it with all their might!

asshole!

Aren't you afraid that you'll really crush me into a meat patty and then have nothing to eat?

No!

As a man, I can't be so passive!

Seeing that Xia Xili wouldn't let him off so easily, Fujiwara Rinya suddenly reached out, grabbed her waist tightly, and pushed her away.

Xia Xili couldn't help but let out an "Ah".

The woman's body seemed to be waiting for him, full of the slyness of someone waiting for their beloved to return to their warm nest. Like a flower lightly touched by a fingertip, she trembled and swayed, her outline indistinct.

She closed her eyes.

Compared to Xia Xili with her eyes open, she is even more enigmatic when she has her eyes closed.

Fujiwara Izaya was looking directly at her, his slightly parted red lips particularly noticeable.

My heart was pounding.

The high collar of the kimono felt tight around my neck, which was a bit uncomfortable.

However, even though Xia Xili had her eyes closed, she was gently squeezing his fingers.

This is a message.

Lured by Xia Xili's subtle movement, Fujiwara Rinya pressed his lips to hers. Their lips met, and from an observer's perspective, their beauty seemed to merge like mercury.

All unnecessary emotions vanished, leaving only genuine warmth.

Xia Xili's lips softened further, and Fujiwara Rinya withdrew his hand, his left arm around her shoulder, and his right hand lifting her chin. His fingers felt the delicate cartilage of her chin, which in turn increased the intimacy of the kiss.

After their lips parted, Xia Xili kept her eyes closed and breathed softly.

Fujiwara Izaya's gaze fell downwards.

Her bare feet, her toes curled up like a white mouse peeking out from the grass, sensing some danger. He reached out and touched her face, finding it very hot, and smiled contentedly.

“My little Rinya, Saburo Iioka is here…” Natsuki Rinya rolled over and whispered in a dazed tone, “You don’t think of a solution, but you’re bullying Rinya here. You’re really too mean.”

"Who cares who comes?" Fujiwara Izaya hugged her tightly again.

"I can't breathe." Xia Xili gasped as she opened her eyes, her beautiful long eyelashes spreading outwards like blooming flowers.

The outside world was bathed in sunshine, its light shining everywhere, making the lush green of the courtyard trees appear like a paradise. The breeze blowing into the house, however, was refreshingly cool, gradually clearing her mind. Fujiwara Rinya relaxed his grip a little and teased her, "Serves you right for being so fierce earlier. Now you know how to beg for mercy?"

Gazing at the clouds outside the window, Xia Xili let out a satisfied sigh.

She felt an intimate sensation, like playing with her pet animal. With her eyes half-closed and her consciousness slightly hazy, the sweet feeling made her feel as if she were floating on a cloud.

※※※※※

After leaving the room, Fujiwara Izaya and Natsuki Kuriko arrived at the dining room, where two maids were tidying up.

A large glass skylight in the roof let in light, which streamed down as if passing through a sink, illuminating the maid who was setting the table. A tablecloth was laid out on the table, and a small potted pine tree was placed on it. The light streaming in from the skylight made the celadon of the bonsai appear shimmering. The pine tree itself seemed to come alive, its needles glowing.

After they left, Fujiwara Izaya felt bored, so he rearranged the neatly arranged tableware, then put it back in its place. He would look at it again, then rearrange it again, idly and aimlessly working on something without achieving anything.

Xia Xili sat upright to the side, watching him fidget with his hands with a smile.

I've seen this scene countless times before, but I never get tired of it.

Footsteps came from behind the curtain, and Fujiwara Izaya looked up.

"what are you doing?"

Before anyone could be seen, Kawashima Miki's cheerful voice drifted over, like a happy bird in a mountain forest at dawn. Soon, Aunt Qing lifted the curtain, and the two soon-to-be wives, dressed in cool Sendai silk kimonos with pleated skirts, entered the dining room.

The white collar was embroidered with delicate floral patterns on a light blue kimono, the kind of blue that resembled the sky. A thin red thread was used to fasten the kimono at the chest, tied into a small red knot. The sashes at their waists were tied into bows at the back, symbolizing unmarried women, giving them an extremely pure and elegant appearance.

“I just couldn’t resist,” Fujiwara Izaya said with a smile. “When I was little, my parents didn’t allow servants to wait on me, so I set the table myself.”

Based on just this one sentence, Kasahara Fukaeri began to imagine him as a child.

He must have been a clever and bright child, with a vivid imagination, tender and fragile skin, and a dreamlike beauty... He was born into nobility, but received a very strict education from a young age, which eventually led him to become the person he is today.

"Why didn't your mother teach you to be more devoted in love?" Kawashima Mimi glanced at him first, then sat down to his left with a smile, clearly already in character.

Kasahara Fukaeri hesitated, unsure of where to sit.

“Come here,” Fujiwara Izaya said, pointing to the tableware set out to his right. “The tableware is all set out, so you can’t go anywhere else.”

Kasahara Fukaeri then offered a faint smile and said, "Thank you." But she quickly concealed that smile within the obi, which was made entirely of black crepe silk, as if reluctant to let it flit about.

She walked over, her goddess-like beauty illuminated by the sunlight streaming through the skylight.

Fujiwara Izaya's gaze lingered on her.

The entire mountain god's palace was devoid of men except for the mountain god himself, so the women's clothing was rather revealing and figure-hugging. Both she and Kawashima Miki wore kimonos with very low necklines, the fabric taut over their chests, the exposed portions shimmering like moonlit mountain ranges. The other half of their graceful curves were hidden beneath the fabric, leaving much to the imagination.

Why am I wearing this...? Kasahara Fukari had never been so shy before. After sitting down, she lowered her eyes, clearly having no idea what to do next.

Of the people present, Xia Xili knew her the most.

Clumsily suppressing her emotions, the policewoman still didn't know how to gently and kindly reach into the delicate emotional world that she was so unaccustomed to before when facing Fujiwara Izaya.

Kasahara Fukari noticed her gaze and looked over.

In the bright sunlight, Xia Xili smiled gently, then immediately covered her lips with her delicate hand. Her slender and graceful figure was like a clear note from a stringed instrument.

Kasahara Mieri felt she was being mocked.

In fact, she was right. Xia Xili was indeed mocking her and plotting how to drag her down with him.

Just then, a maid came in and reported that lunch was ready. Soon more maids filed in, carrying beautiful plates bearing the family crest. In addition to rare and exquisite dishes, there were also plenty of ordinary food.

As the housekeeper, Aunt Qing did not sit at the table.

After the dishes were served, she exchanged a glance with Fujiwara Rinya, signaling him to hurry up and take them, and then turned and left.

With an elder no longer watching over them, the atmosphere instantly became much more relaxed.

"Eat by yourselves, don't expect me to feed you." Fujiwara Izaya picked up the braised pork with pine nuts from the table, poured the broth over the rice, and then scooped some of the pine nuts off. Then he shoveled the pine nuts, pork, rice, and broth all into his mouth.

"Ok!"

"good to eat!"

Xia Xili glared at him with a stern face: "You have no manners!"

"Auntie, I'm thirsty." Fujiwara Izaya said to her in a spoiled manner, just like when they were children.

"You're such a grown man, don't act so lazy and lazy." Xia Xili picked up the water cup to pour him juice while scolding him, "You're getting married soon, can't you be more mature?"

"Oh right, marriage." Fujiwara Izaya suddenly remembered something, turned around and took Kawashima Miki's small hand, "Did Aunt Kiyoshi say anything to you?"

"No!" Kasahara Fukaeri answered coolly and aloofly.

"Hmm, I already told you." Kawashima Miki took a spoonful of ochazuke and chewed as she ate, "We held the wedding during the Shōyama-shō festival, a traditional one..."

The snow-white rice is surrounded by side dishes like satellites. These include dried plums, red beans, kelp, and salted baby fish, all with a soft and fluffy texture.

"Mmm—" Kawashima Miki made a happy sound.

I don't know if it's because the food is delicious or because I'm happy about getting married.

Kasahara Fukaeri used a chopstick to pick up a half-grilled tuna and took a small bite.

"You two eat together." Fujiwara Izaya slowly ate the rice in his bowl, admiring their graceful manners as they ate.

“I feel like I’ve been deceived…” Kasahara Mieri said, head down. “I came here to attend the mountain god festival, but it turned into attending my own wedding…”

Xia Xili's eyes sparkled, and the corners of her mouth, still greasy, curled up slightly.

"Here, let me pour you some more." As she poured juice for Fujiwara Izaya, she whispered in his ear, "This is all thanks to your aunt, how should we thank her?"

“Come to my room tonight!” Fujiwara Izaya said, holding up his cup.