I have an unlimited number of shikigami

A woman whose color is the same as the moon is even more beautiful.

Fujiwara Izaya slowly loosened his arms, using one hand to push the white skirt up his thigh.

Yukino Riho froze for a moment, her lips parted slightly: "What is this...?"

She then quickly covered her red lips with her hand. Having progressed this far, even though she hadn't experienced those things, her instincts had already taught her how to deal with it.

A large cloud was blown in by the wind and covered the moon.

The moonlight dimmed, and Fujiwara Izaya raised his hand to extinguish the candlelight, then opened the screen to block the balcony.

Children weren't allowed to watch, so Xuebao, who had been AFK all night, was also sent outside to keep watch.

"This won't do..."

"Too fast..."

Yukino Riho straightened up and whispered a plea in his ear.

“Leave it to me,” Fujiwara Izaya said, supporting her waist and pulling the pristine enchantress to her feet. “From now on, leave everything to me…”

Yukino Riho opened her mouth and snorted.

It was unclear whether she was refusing or objecting, but in any case, she quickly knelt on the terrace, closed her eyes, and tilted her smooth, white neck back slightly.

This is so absurd.

It was so absurd that she had no idea how to face it.

Under the hazy moonlight, Yukino Riho pursed her lips tightly, remaining silent. She simply lay there quietly, intending to endure whatever came her way in silence, content to be a submissive young wife.

But Fujiwara Izaya wasn't about to let her off so easily. He put his arm around her shoulder and asked, "Say something, Yukino-san."

"I never dreamed it would turn out like this..." Yukino Riho's voice was so low it was almost inaudible.

"I didn't expect that either."

"...This wasn't part of your plan?"

Yukino Riho's throat began to tremble.

"I never expected it to be this fast." Fujiwara Izaya took his hands off her shoulders, clutching the twin ponytails he had tied himself. "Perhaps... beauties and the moon have always been associated with romance, which is why things turned out this way..."

"What did you say..." Yukino Riho suddenly trembled, then covered her mouth, whimpering in pain, "Why didn't you tell me? Did I get tricked again...?"

“Absolutely not.” Fujiwara Rinya whispered in her ear, “I remember every word you said tonight. By the way…” He suddenly let go of her hand, took out his phone, tapped a few times, and handed it to her: “Let me introduce you to a teacher.”

The moment she saw the screen, Yukino Riho's body trembled slightly.

They actually showed the Snow Woman a copy of the Widow Snow Woman's doujinshi!

That Great Tengu... how could he be so evil!

Overwhelmed with shame and confusion, Yukino Riho tensed up in pain, her eyes, painted with the strokes of a brush, filled with struggle. Her long, silver twin tails flowed down her back, making her look like a girl being disciplined and punished, yet her face possessed a cool and aloof beauty that transcended the mundane.

"Watch carefully and learn well!"

"I don't want to..."

"Look how good other people are."

"It's so embarrassing..."

The mountain breeze at night carried her soft voice and the water droplets on her cheeks into the darkness.

"..." The submissive Snow Woman pursed her lips tightly, her entire body oozing droplets of melting frost. A few strands of silver hair clung to her snow-white cheeks, almost indistinguishable from them.

She was under immense stress.

Sensing the sudden change in her body's vocalizations, her thoughts drifted away from her body, carried by the wind to the bright moon.

When she came to her senses, Yukino Riho slightly opened her eyes, her gaze lingering on Fujiwara Izaya with a hint of bewilderment. Her beautiful face still had a lingering blush, which was startling to behold.

“Yukino-san,” Fujiwara Rinya whispered in her ear, “From now on, I will walk hand in hand with you.”

Yukino Riho gave a weak "hmm," and a single, glistening tear even welled up in her clear, captivating eyes. Fujiwara Izaya wiped away the tear, slowly leaned down, and pressed his lips to hers.

The snow woman who had just drifted in immediately heard her master say, "Get out."

Xuebao pouted.

Staring at her master and another snow woman, who were entangled together like octopuses, Snowball lowered her head, turned around, and floated out of the screen to continue watching the door.

“Fujiwara…” Yukino Riho hugged him tightly, her fingertips digging into his back, “The snow is about to melt again…”

Bathed in the dim moonlight, she appeared pure and beautiful, yet also possessed an unprecedented allure that Fujiwara Izaya could never tire of looking at.

Fortunately, thanks to the demonic energy transferred by Fujiwara Izaya, she did not melt into water again.

Her slightly flushed, snow-white skin, blessed by royal lineage, gradually exuded a wonderful fragrance, and a night-blooming cereus, carved from ice crystals, bloomed beautifully in the darkness.

Olaf floated back a second time.

The terrace was silent, long silver hair reflected the moonlight, and shadowy figures stood quietly.

As the afterglow faded, Yukino Riho lay on her back, her long hair spread out beneath her. She seemed to be lying on the snow, her cool demeanor now tinged with increasing allure; purity and charm coexisted in the same body, making her irresistible.

"Yukihime, get out—"

?

Olaf is wronged!

"Snow Baby..." Yukino Riho glanced guiltily at the Snow Woman's retreating figure, then turned to glare at Fujiwara Izaya. Her chest heaved violently, her expression growing increasingly cold, and her demonic power increased to a certain extent.

"How should I address you?" Fujiwara Izaya asked, looking at her with interest.

Her fair and fragrant skin was tinged with a rosy hue, like a plum blossom blooming in the snow.

Yukino Riho bit her lip tightly, making a final stand against the Yuki-onna's pride, but seeing that Fujiwara Izaya remained motionless, she angrily pushed his shoulder again. In the end, the Yuki-onna's constitution triumphed over her pride.

As the night deepened, the hustle and bustle of the hidden town gradually subsided.

The town was brightly lit, with only the occasional sound of the wind blowing through the cherry trees, like many people sweeping the ground. The moon was still hiding behind the clouds, not thick and dense clouds, but each cloud as delicate and smooth as a young girl's.

Throughout the night, Xuebao walked back and forth between the terrace and the screen five times.

Fortunately, after the fifth attempt, Yukino Riho swallowed her pride and begged, and Yuki was finally able to sit back down beside her master. Fujiwara Izaya also felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him. He embraced Yukino Riho's body, feeling her burning body temperature; she didn't look like a snow woman at all.

Yukino Riho rested her head against his chest, the fragrance of some kind of flower lingering around her nose.

Recalling her embarrassing state just now, her expression grew even colder. But her body refused to obey her mind; each of her beautiful toes was spread apart, and her full thighs appeared smooth and rounded in the moonlight.

Fujiwara Izaya raised his head slightly, meeting her still dazed eyes: "What should you call me from now on, Yukino-san?"

Yukino Riho was somewhat annoyed, but she forced a cold expression and said, "The same as before."

“You should call him ‘husband’,” Fujiwara Izaya reminded her.

"..."

"You can call him 'husband' if you prefer."

"..." Yukino Riho couldn't bring herself to call him that, so she could only curl up in his arms, listening to his tender, lingering heartbeat. Although she still couldn't quite figure out what love was, she didn't dislike the feeling of being enveloped in the languid, spring-like bliss she had just experienced; in fact, she was somewhat looking forward to it happening again.

Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head and kissed her eyes and eyebrows.

Yukino Riho frowned slightly, biting her lip, as if hesitating whether to say something.

The lingering warmth floated on the tatami mats, the tranquil moonlight spread across the floor, and embracing the slender and beautiful woman in his arms, Fujiwara Izaya felt as if he were embracing a dream as light as gauze. He had thought it was Kawashima Miki... but the atmosphere tonight was just too beautiful and memorable. This Yukino-san was too captivating, and he didn't want to miss it.

After a while, he seemed to have fallen asleep, his eyes half-closed and his breathing even.

Yukino Riho's clear blue eyes gleamed coldly in the darkness. Looking at the boy's face so close to hers, she quietly reached out and touched the tip of his nose, her voice as soft as a dream: "What should we do..."

Fujiwara Izaya immediately opened his eyes and looked at her: "Be my wife!"

"..." Yukino Riho was furious, letting out a cold snort and burying her head in his chest. A moment later, a complaint floated from her lowered face: "Pretending to be asleep... How awful! You're so mean! How could you deceive such a simple youkai like the Yuki-onna..."

"I really did fall asleep."

"Then who am I talking to?"

"You're not allowed to talk in my sleep?"

Yukino Riho raised her head again and glared at him irritably. Realizing that staying with him like this wasn't a solution, and seeing that it was already quite late, she sat up, twisting her waist, and said, "I need to go back and be with the students at the club."

"I'll take you back." Fujiwara Izaya picked up her dress.

Yukino Riho sighed softly.

Tears welled up in her eyes again. She reached up to wipe them away, then, perhaps realizing that her emotions were somewhat childish, she chuckled. She then covered her mouth with the back of her hand and stared intently at Fujiwara Izaya: "I'm sorry, I... I'm a little... I..."

His voice was choked with emotion, and he seemed somewhat incoherent.

Looking at her beautiful yet sorrowful face, Fujiwara Izaya helped her put the white dress back on.

Olaf didn't know what was happening. He stared blankly for a moment, then floated over and hugged Yukino Riho from behind.

It seemed they were trying to comfort her, but due to the limitations of the equipment, Xuebao couldn't speak.

“Thank you, Yukiho,” Yukino Riho shook her head slightly, “I’m fine…”

In the dimly lit terrace, her body trembled slightly, her silver-white dress swaying along with it. The snow woman, a combination of fragility, gentleness, and sorrow, presented a breathtaking beauty... Fujiwara Izaya sighed inwardly and gently embraced her from the front: "I'm listening."

“I’m not sad. Don’t be fooled by my tears, I’m not sad at all. On the contrary, I’m actually quite happy…” Yukino Riho covered her lips, explaining somewhat awkwardly, “From the day I was born, I’ve heard the elders in my clan say something like this—if you embrace the Yuki-onna with a sincere heart, you can melt her away. Where the Yuki-onna melts, she will be reborn in a human form.”

"It's fake."

“When I grew up, I knew it was fake, so I never thought I could become human… But now, I think I understand why there is such a legend… If you melt the Yuki-onna with a sincere heart, she can have human emotions…” After speaking haltingly, Yukino Riho stopped sobbing, though her breathing was still slightly disordered.

Fujiwara Izaya noticed that her clear blue eyes held a color he had never seen before.

“Although I still don’t understand, compared to the blank slate before, I can now barely find my direction.” Yukino Riho reached out her right hand and grasped his left hand. “The road ahead… I hope you can guide me.”

She held the boy's small hand tightly, cool yet gentle; her outward appearance and inner feelings seemed to be conveyed through it all.

"Let's go together." Fujiwara Izaya used his other hand to straighten her disheveled clothes. After Yukino Riho finished speaking her mind, her mind finally calmed down, and her eyes, pure yet with a touch of coquettishness, shone through.

After stepping off the terrace, there was no one left in the town.

The area of ​​Shenyin Town is too large, with winding streets and alleys. All the buildings have the same style, so it is easy to get lost. Everything looks like you have just been there before.

Fortunately, Fujiwara Izaya was the owner, otherwise the two of them would have had to sleep on the streets tonight.

They barely spoke the rest of the way, and there was no need to say anything more. After entering the mountain gate, the only sounds in the night forest were the hooting of owls. Fujiwara Izaya, carrying a lantern, ran as fast as he could up the rugged path in the dark, feeling a warm sense of childhood nostalgia.

Yukino Riho held his hand and accompanied him slowly forward, as if wading through a river.