I have an unlimited number of shikigami

This is going to be a bloodbath.

"Calm down, listen to me first!" Fujiwara Izaya slid off the bench, sat on the floor, hugged her legs with both hands, and pressed his face against her knees. "You're getting married tomorrow, don't be angry. Wouldn't it be better to have a good night's sleep?"

Kawashima Miki looked down at him.

In the moonlight, the boy's jet-black hair stood out vividly. She loosened her clenched fist, her fingertips running through his hair as she ruffled it, her tone slightly exasperated: "You're so skilled at apologizing, aren't you? Just how many bad things have you done?"

“I learned it from my father…” Fujiwara Izaya chuckled.

Kawashima Miki ruffled his hair and said in a cold voice, "Alright, stop trying to fool me. Do you wish I would agree on the spot so you could win the girl's heart?"

"Of course..." Fujiwara Izaya tilted his head slightly and said sincerely, "When I'm with my wife, I don't think about other women."

Kawashima Miki didn't say anything about it, her lips tightly pressed into a straight line.

After ruffling Fujiwara Izaya's hair for a while, she crossed her arms, leaned back on the bench, and sighed, "Is there anything else you want to say?"

Feeling that things were negotiable, Fujiwara Izaya quickly took a deep breath and said slowly, "I really like Miss Yukino. As you know, she and Yukiho are one, and I can't let anyone else get close to her."

Kawashima Miki wasn't angry; she just gave a faint "hmm" and then asked, "Anything else?"

Wow!

Fujiwara Izaya sighed inwardly.

Miss Mei is increasingly exuding the air of a mature woman.

"That's all, what else could there be?" He quickly tried to be charming, rubbing his face against her knee. "Being with others is just so-so, only my wife makes me truly happy... By the way, my wife doesn't mind anymore?"

"Humph!"

Kawashima Miki hummed casually.

"Take it if you like it," she said.

That's what I meant.

It sounds like sarcasm no matter how you look at it.

Fujiwara Izaya immediately shook his head firmly: "Unless my wife likes it too!"

Kawashima Miki blinked quickly two or three times.

Then she reached out and stroked his head like she was coaxing a child.

In this matter, she actually had absolutely no say. However, one thing she liked about Fujiwara Izaya was that this scoundrel was good with words; knowing she couldn't object, he pretended to let her make the decision. Call it deception or pretense, this method did make her happy, and it satisfied her little vanity.

If only he could continue to please me like this for the rest of my long life.

"Madam?" Fujiwara Izaya looked up.

Kawashima Miki smiled and waved her hand gently: "Alright, I won't scare you anymore. I know how much you care about Yuki. You and Yukino have been living together for several months. Given your scumbag personality, I was prepared for this. As for this matter... since she doesn't mind being the mistress, I don't mind either."

"Really?" Fujiwara Izaya asked tentatively.

Kawashima Miki's face immediately turned cold, and she glared at him fiercely: "Your fox tail is showing?"

"It's all because your wife is so understanding!" Fujiwara Izaya said with a charming smile.

Kawashima Miki said irritably, "So I'm letting you off this time. If you dare bring any more women home, I'll cut you up." After saying this, she snorted coldly, her gaze towards the scumbag filled with a chilling intent to tear him to pieces.

All is well... Fujiwara Izaya breathed a sigh of relief.

Kawashima Miki leaned back in her chair with her arms crossed, still looking somewhat fierce, but inwardly she had already given in. Her long black hair was still a little damp, the water droplets reflecting the cool moonlight, making her appear aloof and noble.

Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but reach out to hug her.

“Stay away from me, you heartless bastard.” Kawashima Miki shoved him away, then slightly lifted her robe and raised one leg. “If you want me to calm down completely, kiss the back of my foot. How about that? The veins on the Empress’s foot are famously beautiful. Don’t worry about hygiene; I washed myself very carefully in the bath, so it won’t harm the noble body of the Mountain God.”

When she said this, her eyes mostly conveyed a sense of joking.

Fujiwara Izaya looked down at the sexy veins on the back of her foot.

In the soft moonlight, the delicate and intricate veins on the fair instep stood out, like a continuous mountain range in a vast snow country, exuding a poetic and picturesque beauty.

"Is there really such a good thing?" Fujiwara Izaya asked, holding her foot in his hands.

"Yes, please go ahead," Kawashima Miki said with a charming smile.

Bathed in moonlight, she gently smoothed her hair with her hand, her shyness tinged with a hidden passion.

Fujiwara Izaya slowly bent down.

Upon closer inspection, the five toes were slightly curled up.

Her pale pink nails were rounded and adorable, resembling five maidens extending from the smooth instep of her feet. Her delicate skin still carried the faint fragrance and warmth of the hot spring, her complexion a fair pinkish hue. Surprisingly, her feet were completely barefoot, without a speck of dust.

Before Fujiwara Izaya's lips could even reach out, Kawashima Miki cunningly withdrew them.

"You're acting like a little puppy, shameless!" she scolded with a laugh. After Fujiwara Izaya sat back down on the bench, she opened her arms again, bit her lower lip, and leaned closer: "Hold me, you jerk!"

Fujiwara Izaya was slightly taken aback.

Looking at this stubborn yet adorable enchantress, a soft spot in his heart felt like it had been pierced. He reached out and pulled her into his arms, then lifted her legs with one hand and supported her back with the other, letting her half-lie in his embrace.

The two snuggled together on the bench.

Kawashima Miki, with her eyes half-closed, nestled in his arms like a well-behaved seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.

In the vineyard nearing autumn, a fresh fragrance filled the air, blending the scent of her soft body with the aroma of grapes, as intimate and warm as a faint memory. Fujiwara Izaya gently brushed aside her hair with his fingers and kissed her rounded ear. Her small earlobe trembled slightly. It was a tiny, tiny world. Time there was as warm as the sunshine.

"What did you do in the palace tonight?"

"What else can you do but stand around with Eri and Kuriko? You're living the high life," Kawashima Miki said, punching him in the chest. "You bastard!"

"Next time, bring your wife along," Fujiwara Izaya whispered in her ear.

"You want a next time?"

"...I meant next time we go out, not next time I'll have a secret rendezvous with another woman!"

"You actually want to have an affair with another woman!"

"?"

"See, you're not saying anything now, are you feeling guilty?"

Women are so annoying... Fujiwara Rin stopped talking, simply untied the belt of her nightgown, placed his palm on her lower abdomen, and wrapped one arm around her slender waist.

Because of her regular exercise, she has a very beautiful wasp waist.

The most distinctive feature of this waistline is that it is not only plump and tempting like a fruit, but also has elastic curves that make it particularly exciting to twist.

"How is your back, Madam?" Kawashima Miki asked smugly.

To maintain her beautiful figure, she had been extremely disciplined for the past ten years. Now, seeing her young lover's blissful and lustful expression, she was overjoyed; all the suffering she had endured over the past ten years had been worth it.

“This waist looks like it’s alive,” Fujiwara Izaya exclaimed in surprise.

"Live?"

"It's like having independent thinking."

"What kind of nonsense is this?" Kawashima Miki tapped his forehead.

Fujiwara Izaya wrapped his arms tightly around the alluring waist and whispered in her ear, "This beautiful, alluring little waist will surely move on its own, won't it?"

Kawashima Miki, who ran a brothel, couldn't possibly understand the implication of those words. She immediately snorted coldly and rebuked, "Mountain God, can't you be serious for once!"

Fujiwara Izaya bent down and kissed her lips.

"Stop it." Kawashima Miki turned her head away with a hint of disgust, and he took the opportunity to kiss her cheek. She frowned and pushed his head away, "If you keep this up, you won't be allowed into my room tomorrow night!"

Looking at her cold and beautiful face, Fujiwara Rinya smiled meaningfully: "You'll all be in my room tomorrow night."

"?"

Kawashima Miki suddenly widened her eyes and flew into a rage: "You wouldn't be thinking of... shameless! I will never agree to such a thing."

Fujiwara Izaya knew she had misunderstood him, but this was a trap he had deliberately set. His eyes gleamed with a triumphant glint as he looked at her cold, tense face and couldn't resist pinching it. "What kind of nonsense is going on in your head, Madam? My room is big; dividing it into smaller rooms wouldn't be a problem. Sisters together? Am I that bad?"

“You do!” Kawashima Miki said with an expression of absolute hostility.

"Since I've been stigmatized, I'll do as you say."

"you dare!"

Kawashima Miki looked resentful.

Her sweet lips were slightly pursed, gleaming with a dark sheen in the shadow of the withered grape leaves.

Seeing that her momentum had weakened, Fujiwara Izaya immediately pressed his advantage.

Without even saying hello, he quickly lowered his head and bit her lip.

"Woo~"

Kawashima Miki struggled for a moment.

The two of them rolled off the bench and onto the grass.

Her body was completely hidden in the grass, and nothing could be seen except for the moon in the sky. Fujiwara Izaya held her tightly; her body was soft and warm, and her hands were exploring his body. A deep kiss followed.

Kawashima Miki felt the strong muscles of his arms pressed tightly against her soft body. Pressed against by the young, energetic boy, her skin was quickly soaked with sweat. Gradually, her arms slipped under his armpits, tightly embracing his back.

A bunch of grapes fell down and hit them right next to their heads.

"Ang. Fujiwara..."

"Ok?"

Fujiwara Izaya was busy eating the grapes that had fallen.

“I like it very, very much,” Kawashima Miki murmured softly.

"Oh. Do you like it here or do you like me?"

"I like everything. It's like going on a school field trip when I was a kid. It makes me so happy." Kawashima Miki brushed the short hair behind his ear and kissed it affectionately. "And, I like you more and more."

"Thank you."

"Just a thank you?"

"I'm eating something..."

Kawashima Miki's face was flushed and charming. She squinted slightly and twirled her fingers through his short hair.

Beads of sweat on her cheeks reflected the cool moonlight. She was in a semi-conscious state, feeling the boy's heavy head with overflowing love. After a long while, Fujiwara Izaya pulled her up, helped her fasten her belt, and carefully brushed the grass clippings off her back.