I have an unlimited number of shikigami

While admiring the cherry blossoms under the night sky, they rubbed each other's backs, their voices occasionally breaking into whispers. After soaking for about half an hour, they emerged from the bath. Bathing together was wonderful, but there were even more wonderful things to do... Actually, it was mainly because Yukino Riho insisted on becoming a Yuki-onna (snow woman), otherwise, staying in the water would have been fine too.

After getting out of the bath, Yukino Riho walked towards the clothes rack.

The moment she took a step, an icy wind swept through the air, instantly freezing the water droplets clinging to her smooth skin into ice crystals that fell to the ground. Yukino Riho reached for the prepared robe and wrapped it around her alluring, slightly misty body. Then she loosened the bun at the back of her head and casually tied it into a high ponytail. Her swan-like, snow-white neck, concealed for a mere two seconds, reappeared.

Fujiwara Izaya also put on a bathrobe.

Yukino Riho leaned against the headboard, her eyes half-closed.

In the night, her snow-white hair shone with a gentle light. She gazed intently at the cherry tree outside the window, and as if lost in thought, she softly hummed a lullaby.

Where are you?

"Holding hands, they gradually disappeared... As dawn broke and the sky began to lighten, they vanished without a trace... Only a few patches of white reeds remained on the plains, a truly pitiful sight."

It sounds like a folk song from Hokkaido.

After singing a short song, she suddenly stood up and stepped onto the clean white sheets.

The robe was so short that Fujiwara Izaya could already see her thighs.

Yukino Riho stared at him expressionlessly, her wrist twirling deftly, as if in the opening move of some kind of dance. The candlelight enveloped her legs, her calves taut, their lines becoming increasingly slender and beautiful towards her ankles. Her feet were pressed against the sheets, her knees slightly bent, before she lightly leaped. In the instant her robe billowed, her upper thighs were revealed. Above that, a dim hue, like a glimpse of the dark sky before dawn.

The whole body began to dance in that instant.

Her delicately twirled fingertips nimbly circled behind her neck, the candlelight casting a soft golden glow that shimmered along with the silver hair at the back of her head. Then, she rose onto her graceful toes, twirled a few times, and her hair danced in the air.

Fujiwara Izaya caught a fleeting glimpse of her stunningly beautiful face.

During this dance, her gaze was earnest and focused.

The snow woman, dancing on the bedsheets, possessed an incredibly flexible form. In Fujiwara Izaya's eyes, she smiled as she raised her left hand, her toes pointed, and her other leg raised in a wide split. She seemed mesmerized by her own dance, even forgetting herself, as if being manipulated by something, revealing a slow, languid expression.

最?

With a single movement, she untied the belt of her bathrobe and tilted her head slightly, gazing calmly at Fujiwara Izaya.

The pure and flawless snow woman extended an invitation, filling the room with the atmosphere of late spring. Fujiwara Izaya's heart raced. He sat down and pulled her into his arms. Her bathrobe had fallen down, and his hand could feel the ties against her back, revealing her delicate, smooth skin.

"What were you doing just now?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.

“A snow woman can’t just dance for anyone, unless she’s the only one who can enter her heart…” Yukino Riho’s lips brushed against his ear, her voice the coldest and most ruthless, as she spoke the most moving words of love. “The dance just now was about a daimyo from the capital who traveled to Hokkaido and met a local woman…”

The story is a very old-fashioned story.

The woman was a snow woman, and in the end, the former daimyo of Kyoto became a heartless man, and the snow woman ripped out his heart.

"That happened when I was six or seven years old. It was a snowy day, and my grandmother taught me this dance and told me never to fall in love with someone easily... My grandmother's expression was very serious then, and thinking back now, I realize that her expression contained sadness. It's a pity that my grandmother was killed by humans, otherwise she could have seen what Yukino would have looked like when she grew up..."

Despite saying such a thing, Yukino Riho's face remained cold and expressionless.

Only those blue eyes revealed a sorrow so pure it was almost ethereal… Fujiwara Izaya's heart clenched at the sight, and he reached out to grasp her hand. It was like holding a handful of cool, beautiful jade, its chill penetrating to the core.

Yukino Riho grasped his hand in return.

He had no expression, didn't speak, and simply nodded slightly.

Their eyes met, and in that instant, a clear and intense light flashed in her eyes. Fujiwara Izaya understood her resolve—the facts were irreversible; he had already made up his mind about her.

Fujiwara Izaya withdrew his hand from her back and gently lifted her chin. Her delicate chin, beneath her oval face, resembled a small ivory chess piece held in his hand.

Riho Yukino's face was covered in large patches of frost, and her beautiful nostrils trembled.

Their lips touched.

It was as if my heart had been ignited, the fire suddenly intensified, and the flames leaped up.

Yukino Riho cupped his cheeks in her hands, reveling in the indescribable sensation of his moist lips. And so, the whole world melted away, like a sugar cube steeping in black tea, releasing an unparalleled sweetness.

When her bathrobe was lifted, her delicate, fair skin exuded an incredibly alluring fragrance.

Yukino Riho remained aloof.

She didn't say a single word of disagreement.

A silent rejection is no different from a silent seduction; she was indeed endlessly seducing, yet subtly rejecting. But soon, under the influence of his Yuki-onna (snow woman) constitution, Fujiwara Izaya clearly saw the blush rising on her face, and a charming expression beginning to appear. The hand supporting her back also felt a subtle, shy emotion. As if unable to resist, she lay back on her long, silvery-white hair, as if lying on snow under the moonlight.

The bumpy path leading to the Qiqu area is no longer there.

The road ahead is filled with beautiful and bright scenery.

A faint smile, almost imperceptible, shimmered on Yukino Riho's face, her disheveled sideburns and clear eyes conveying a natural sense of joy. In the dim light, her long, silvery hair intertwined with her body, and the disheveled sideburns on her face became a symbol of love.

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Moonlight poured out in all directions from the clouds surrounded by a halo.

Clusters of clouds stretched out, and only a handful of stars could be seen. In the darkness, the faint sound of a window being pried open could be heard. At the same time, a sliver of moonlight streamed in, and Mrs. Kasahara's eyes darted around, her mind full of mischief.

Chapter 161. The wedding... Even Amaterasu came to join in the fun.

The sky gradually brightened.

The haze stretched endlessly along the horizon, crows cawing as they swept across the mountaintops, and only the dew-laden blades of grass remained in the shadow of the tree canopy, preserving as if they were still the memories of last night.

When the first ray of sunlight shone through the window screen, Fujiwara Izaya's eyelids twitched.

Before his vision cleared, he felt Yukino Riho's bare, warm skin against his arm. Turning his head, he saw her sleeping silhouette. She was completely naked, without a blanket, sleeping on her stomach with her legs slightly apart, her buttocks still slightly raised. Her skin was very white, as if she had just been born, pink and smooth, and her legs still had some dried moisture.

Because she was lying face down, her expression was not visible.

However, judging from her motionless body, she was sleeping soundly, her breathing gentle and even.

Fujiwara Izaya turned her over, pressing his thigh against hers.

Riho Yukino's sleeping face was revealed.

With her cute cherry lips slightly parted and her cheeks buried in her long, dark hair, Yukino Riho's cold and alluring expression from a few hours ago was gone. She had now regained the innocent and naive charm of a foolish woman, her breathing even, and the slightly upturned corners of her mouth seemed to be having a happy dream.

“You’re awake.” Fujiwara Izaya put his arm around her waist.

The woman who was about to become his wife slept soundly in his arms, as docile as a child. Her body was soft and warm, full of vitality, and holding her felt incredibly comforting, the kind of comfort that warmed one's heart.

"Hmm~"

Yukino Riho uttered a dreamlike sound.

In the misty lake, she curled up and pressed her body close to Fujiwara Izaya.

Perhaps it was because she was getting warm, but her cheeks were flushed. She had opened the window at some point, and the gentle morning light enveloped and warmed her. Her long, black hair was spread out on the pillow, and Fujiwara Izaya placed his left hand on it, his fingers gently twirling her black hair.

After a short while, Yukino Riho turned over in a coquettish manner.

Then she realized something, suddenly opened her eyes, and saw Fujiwara Rin's arm around her waist. She smiled and said softly, "Good morning."

In the soft morning light, her face looked radiant and her expression was exceptionally relaxed.

Her body, after being moisturized, was like a ripe peach, fragrant and plump, swaying heavily. Fujiwara Izaya carefully examined her neck, thighs, and pearly white teeth when she smiled.

The First Minister of the Ming Dynasty

"What's wrong?" Yukino Riho pulled the blanket over her upper body.

“I was thinking,” Fujiwara Izaya gently lifted her chin, studying her cool and aloof face, “how could that icy, bone-chilling snow woman last night be so warm inside?”

"You're so annoying!" Yukino Riho tilted her ivory-like neck back and covered his mouth. "You can't say things like that again, or I'll stop talking to you."

With his mouth covered, a smile appeared in Fujiwara Izaya's eyes.

That handsome face was always so endearing; he was strong and confident, yet occasionally a little childlike.

"You really mustn't say that again!" Yukino Riho instructed again before letting go of his hand and gently stroking his cheek. His large, dark eyes sparkled, and his eyebrows appeared even more delicate and long in his shy and timid expression.

Fujiwara Izaya brought his lips close to hers.

Yukino Riho's rose-red lips trembled slightly as if in response to something, and then she was kissed.

"Don't keep touching me like that..."

"Good girl, Mrs. Riho."

How could you bully me like this!

"Who told you to have such a cold expression last night? It was so disrespectful to your husband! You have to be punished!"

"Don't talk nonsense! Ah... don't touch that..." Their lips parted, and Yukino Riho gently touched Fujiwara Izaya's forehead with her own, her pretty face slightly flushed as she bit her lower lip. She didn't want to move an inch, clinging softly to him, and said with a hint of coquettishness, "You big bad guy, don't think about it anymore. I'm already full, let's do it again tonight..."

The foolish woman at this time is completely different from the foolish woman she used to be.

To put it simply, something blossoms and flourishes within her, and she becomes charming and alluring at certain times.

Before Fujiwara Izaya could even feel happy about her change, his eye suddenly twitched.

He suddenly realized a very serious problem.

The snow woman's needs were enormous; she had drained him completely on the very first night, something he was mentally prepared for. However… the snow woman's needs also increased with her strength… Yukino Riho, originally a mid-level demon general, had now reached the high-level demon general level after last night's nourishment… If he didn't increase his strength soon, he wouldn't be able to satisfy the snow woman!

Just then, I heard Yukino Riho's voice.

"You're not going to be unable to play tonight, are you?"

Looking up, the gentle and lovely lady from before was gone. Now, there was even a hint of her turning dark in her cold gaze!

Is the Snow Woman's constitution really that terrifying...? Fujiwara Izaya quickly nodded: "It will definitely work!"

Yukino Riho's expression softened, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, her face flushed, and smiled slightly. Fujiwara Izaya held her tighter, his lips brushing against her hair, his heart filled with the motivation to become stronger.

If my strength can't keep up with the growth she needs, then... let her get pregnant!

Before seven o'clock in the morning, a maid came to knock on the door.

The three prospective wives were taken to get ready and change clothes. Fujiwara Izaya also had to change clothes, but his aunt was the one serving him. When he bent over to put on his overcoat, he felt a little back pain and let out a soft "ouch".

"What's wrong?" Xia Xili asked curiously.

Fujiwara Rinya was too embarrassed to explain the reason, so he casually replied, "I twisted my ankle."

"I think it's his waist," Xia Xili said with a smile, glancing at his pants. At the same time, she stretched out her snow-white wrist and gently pinched her favorite little Lin Ye. "I know what kind of constitution the Snow Woman has. Is it fun for you to lie to your aunt?"

“No, it’s not!” Fujiwara Izaya said calmly.

Seeing his stubborn and foolish appearance, Xia Xili immediately put on a charming and seductive look.

"Then prove it to me." She suddenly turned around, bent her knees, and knelt on the ground. The form-fitting dress accentuated her slender waist and pert buttocks, creating an alluring curve that perfectly highlighted her elegant and refined temperament.

"..."