I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Yukino Riho let out a soft moan, her delicate brows furrowing slightly.

With her mind completely blank, she instinctively wrapped one arm around Fujiwara Izaya's waist and pleaded in a seductive voice, "Dame, ooh~"

Like a broken string, her sobbing urgently conveyed her captivating charm.

Maintaining that posture, Fujiwara Izaya asked her, "When you're alone and thinking about me, do you sometimes feel overwhelmed with sadness? Do you ever feel that way?"

Yukino Riho's jaw trembled slightly, and she didn't bother to tidy up her snow-white hair that clung to the side of her face.

“Sometimes,” she said, “especially on nights when the moon seems pale, when I think about Fujiwara-kun, I always feel scared… scared of our hostile relationship, scared that one day you will get rid of me… I’m not afraid of death, it’s just… you’re a good person, if you really had to get rid of me, you would be very upset too… especially during the days you went to Nan-in-dou, I always had these kinds of wild thoughts.”

Do you know why?

"do not know……"

"Because everyone seeks to find a part of themselves that they lack through love, it is inevitable to feel anxious and insecure when thinking about a romantic partner, as if stepping into a nostalgic, old-fashioned, and alluring room."

"An old, nostalgic room in the distance?"

“Not bad.” As he spoke, Fujiwara Izaya took her hand and smoothed up the hem of her white skirt. “Of course, this is a metaphor. Also, this feeling is not something you invented, nor is it unique to you, so please don’t try to patent it.”

Yukino Riho, who was initially somewhat uneasy, was briefly amused by his dry humor.

The white skirt was lifted, revealing her fair, slender legs, their lines taut. Fujiwara Izaya felt the soft, warm touch between his fingers, pressing close to Yukino Riho's body. Yukino Riho trembled slightly; she wanted to resist a little, but Fujiwara Izaya shushed her, and she stopped struggling, becoming compliant.

"Remember the price I paid for buying the Honda Civic?"

"Half of your heart..." Yukino Riho's other hand was also placed on his back at this moment.

"Yes, from that time on, I placed my hopes for my other half on you."

"Fujiwara, I, you... don't say anymore..." Yukino Riho's icy face suddenly flushed with a shy blush, making her extremely beautiful.

Fujiwara Izaya never expected that his casual remark, made just to complete a task, would be of such great help now. His cheeks flushed, and he said in a hoarse voice, "From that moment on, Yukino-san's figure, appearance, and voice have become especially precious to me."

"I won't listen! I won't listen!" Yukino Riho's delicate face was full of annoyance.

At that moment, she clearly saw the shamelessness of "elegance" on the face of the boy who was holding her.

"Why won't you listen?" Fujiwara Izaya twirled the ends of her hair with his fingers.

Yukino Riho's gaze followed his fingertips, her pretty face solemn and slightly annoyed: "I only thought you were human at the time, so I wanted to repay your kindness... If I had known you were a yokai, I would have definitely stayed far away."

“If I were human, I wouldn’t dare approach you.” Fujiwara Izaya smiled meaningfully.

"..."

Perhaps remembering her innate constitution, Yukino Riho blushed and lowered her head, her eyes sparkling.

"Now that's settled, I'm the Great Tengu, so you shouldn't have any more worries, right?" Fujiwara Izaya gently lifted her long hair, revealing her fair forehead. He kissed it lightly and said softly, "Miss Yukino, let's date—"

"Don't do this to me..."

"Are you a fool?"

"...I'm such a stupid woman."

"Fine, just listen to me. I have a pretty good personality, but I'm not this nice to just anyone. I like Miss Yukino, I'm fond of Miss Yukino, that's why I want you to stay by my side forever. Let me put it this way, as long as I'm alive, I will always greet every day I spend with you with the greatest enthusiasm."

Yukino Riho leaned against him, remaining silent.

For a moment, she was at a loss. She wanted to say something, but something seemed to be stuck in her throat, preventing her from speaking. Then a slight dizziness washed over her. Because in her entire life, no one had ever said such things to her, not even once.

The wind came out and the clouds were obscured, half of the moon was hidden.

The clouds were small, rising slightly and breaking gently.

"Hey, say something, Ms. Yukino."

"How would I know what to say..." Yukino Riho said in a barely audible voice.

Her expression was awkward, as if she had been forced into a corner where she couldn't make a decision, which made her look really pitiful.

"Tell me about your story." Fujiwara Izaya's hand was still pinching her earlobe.

"What do I have to do with it?" Yukino Riho didn't push him away, behaving as obediently as a docile lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

What do you hate?

"I hate out-of-control fires, lonely April nights, and the spittle flying during arguments."

Why April?

"The snow starts to melt in April, and I don't like it when the snow melts."

"what do you like?"

"Hmm... a lot."

"List three things, just like the things you hate."

“A cigarette butt that wasn’t extinguished, um… a high heel with a broken heel, and… let me think,” Yukino Riho paused, looking up at him with a charming smile, “a fickle boy.”

“I also hate fickle boys.” Fujiwara Izaya hugged her tighter.

Originally tall and slender, she appeared somewhat petite and delicate when held tightly in the young man's arms.

“Since you hate him, then slap him twice.” Yukino Riho’s eyes sparkled with laughter as she slowly tucked a strand of her long hair behind her ear and pursed her lips with a cool and indifferent expression. “Hold your tongue down.”

“You do it yourself.” Fujiwara Izaya grabbed her small hand and slapped it against his face twice.

Yukino Riho rolled her eyes at him, annoyed.

A breeze blew from the valley, parting the clouds in the sky and letting a sliver of moonlight stream onto the terrace.

The moonlight fell precisely on her shoulder, as cool and serene as if she were draped in white mourning clothes.

It was an incredibly heartwarming moment, and Fujiwara Rin didn't want to break it with words. He simply held her quietly as they gazed at the scenery together. The river outside the railing flowed gently, the night peaceful, painting a magnificent picture from near and far. Lights stretched along the banks, buildings stood in neat rows, and the sounds of bustling activity reached the heavens.

The fireworks display had ended, and the performances on the various stages were reaching their most exciting part. The densely packed guests gathered and dispersed, heading to their favorite stages to watch the show. Yukino Riho had her eyes half-open and her eyelids lowered, looking as languid as if she had just taken a nap.

Across her line of sight, two dignified women in brown kimonos leaned against the railing, reveling in the evening breeze. One wore a komon kimono with a cherry blossom background and a dark-patterned Nagoya obi; she was petite and graceful, with a full, round face. The other was ornately dressed, her slightly high nose and thin lips bearing a cold smile. They were talking animatedly, their expressions exaggerated, one surprised and the other feigning surprise.

“Look at them.” Yukino Riho pointed.

Fujiwara Izaya looked over; candlelight illuminated the cherry blossoms blooming in August. Groups of two or three yokai strolled along the riverbank, greeting the flamboyant geishas. The two geishas clearly reveled in being fawned over. Indulging in perfumes, silks, and the burning gazes of the opposite sex… this subtle malice, this alluring wickedness, was their very nature.

“I’ve met quite a few geishas at the guild hall.” Yukino Riho looked away, admiring her beautiful feet clasped together. “I’m not saying they’re bad… it’s just that I’m different from them. Once a Yuki-onna has chosen her beloved, she will love him to the death… It’s impossible for things to go smoothly between you and me…”

"What are you worried about?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.

"Uh, do you even need to ask..." Yukino Riho blushed and bumped her head against him. "Of course I'm worried that with your fickle nature, you'll end up abandoning me after you've taken advantage of me."

Fujiwara Izaya looked at her like she was an idiot.

"What's wrong?" Yukino Riho asked, slightly embarrassed.

"Are you too insecure about your own charm?" Fujiwara Izaya gently pushed her away, and seeing her silver hair flowing down her shoulders, he casually picked up her belt and tore it. "I can't imagine how heartless it would take to start something with you and then abandon it."

"Who knows?" Yukino Riho scoffed.

"Don't you know how to freeze things?" Fujiwara Izaya grabbed the back of her head and tied her hair into twin ponytails with two pieces of belt. "If I start something and then abandon it, you can freeze me and eat my heart."

"I'll eat your heart!" Yukino Riho reached out and grabbed his chest, then chuckled and shook her head: "No, I can't beat you, I can't eat it."

As she shook her head, two extremely long pigtails swayed behind her head.

A hairstyle that is usually only worn by little girls suddenly adds a touch of cuteness to Yukino Riho's mature figure.

"So cute!" Fujiwara Izaya pulled her back into his arms.

Yukino Riho's face flushed even more. She lowered her head and softly reminded him, "You need to add your name."

"Yukino-san, you're so cute."

"How adorable is she?" Yukino Riho squinted her eyes with a hint of satisfaction.

"The temperature is -273.15℃".

"Ok?"

"Absolute zero."

“No, I know that, it’s just…” Yukino Riho raised her head and looked at her incredulously: “I’ve never heard such an interesting metaphor before.”

Want to hear more?

"...I thought so."

In what aspect?

“For example,” Yukino Riho’s eyes flickered, then she lowered her head, a shy yet expectant smile playing on her lips, “that kind of liking…”

"That's hard to say."

Yukino Riho felt a surge of anger.

The next second, Fujiwara Rin breathed into her ear: "I like you like a crow turning into a writing desk."

Why did a crow turn into a writing desk?

Why can't it change?

"...There's no reason."

"Yes, there's no need for a reason to like Miss Yukino."

"..." Yukino Riho paused for a moment, her thoughts wandering, her little hands looking rather comical and incredibly cute with no idea what to do with them.

Fujiwara Izaya lifted her chin and brought his face closer.

Yukino Riho timidly turned her face away, but Fujiwara Izaya also turned his head and kissed her firmly.

Cool, refreshing lips.

“…Ugh.” Yukino Riho’s eyes were brimming with tears, and she timidly kept her mouth tightly shut.

Fujiwara Izaya was not in a hurry.

Enjoying the soft touch of her lips, just as her body was about to melt from the heat, the tip of her tongue, which had shyly tucked inside, was finally revealed as her mouth slowly opened.

On their second kiss, Yukino Riho learned to awkwardly reciprocate.

She's so adorably silly... Fujiwara Izaya hugged her tighter.

Yukino Riho appears somewhat slender, yet she feels surprisingly full-figured when held in the arms. Her hips are curvaceous and elastic, her abdomen is pure and soft, and the lines from her ears to her neck are delicate yet exude a mature charm.

The moon meets the clouds, the flowers meet the gentle breeze; the night sky is beautiful tonight.