I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Seeing those rosy lips, Fujiwara Izaya pressed his lips against hers again.

He was immediately and gently accepted by Kawashima Miki.

Its warm and soft lips and white teeth inside mean it won't bite at all.

"You've fallen!"

"What kind of depravity is this?"

"What kind of enchantress doesn't bite? Is she even an enchantress?!"

"It doesn't bite, but it can suck people in."

As she said this, a rosy and charming glow flashed across Kawashima Miki's face.

The allure of a mature Jorogumo was on full display at this moment, and Fujiwara Izaya felt his heart flutter. He couldn't help but lower his head and say, "Mrs. Miki, let's do it again."

Kawashima Miki wrapped her arms around his neck, stood on tiptoe, and pressed her lips to his as he descended. Amidst the blooming cherry blossoms, their lips softly intertwined once more…

On the other side of the stepping stone, Kasahara Fukari originally intended to walk by herself, but her path was blocked by Natsuki Kuriko, and she couldn't get around her.

On the shore, Fujiwara Rinya and Kawashima Miki were kissing, countless petals fluttering around them—a truly romantic scene. Natsuki Rinya pouted, glaring fiercely at the opposite bank, and said, "What kind of behavior is this, Rinya!"

“Yes!” Kasahara Fukaeri nodded.

"He really shouldn't have done that."

"indeed!"

"We should have taken Eri from her too, and then kissed her first!"

"?"

Xia Xili turned around and squinted at Kasahara Fukari, who was blocked behind her.

"What?" Kasahara Fukaeri was a little confused by her stare.

"What do you think of Xiao Lin?" Xia Xili asked.

"What do you mean, how about it?"

"That is to say, as a husband."

"Why are you suddenly bringing up these things...?"

“You are my wife,” Xia Xili said firmly.

“…How would I know?” Kasahara Fukari turned her head to the right, avoiding her gaze. “Don’t ask me, you can’t force these things…”

Her gaze, lowered, fell on the water's surface, where a figure suddenly appeared—it was Fujiwara Izaya as a child. He had drawn his eyebrows, applied lipstick and powder, wore ancient imperial attire, and rode in a palanquin during a procession… This was the image of the adorable little Izaya.

“He’s been so likable since he was little.” Xia Xili tightened her fingers.

The figure on the water disappeared, leaving only the cherry blossoms reflected in the water, and Kasahara Fukareri with her head down. However, all that could be seen was a pool of water.

"What are you thinking about?" Xia Xili asked.

"Ah, it's nothing. Don't ask, there are always moments when you don't want to think about anything..."

"Not thinking about anything on the day the cherry blossoms are in full bloom?"

"Yes."

"No!" Xia Xili grinned slyly, feigning intoxication as she snuggled closer to her. "Beside the blissful Fukami Eri... this damned happiness has infected me too. Youth is like fire! Don't waste it—"

"Am I happy?" Kasahara Fukaeri asked herself, her eyes unfocused.

On the stepping stone opposite, Fujiwara Izaya turned back.

"Hug me!" Xia Xili sweetly opened her arms.

Fujiwara Izaya hugged her and turned to walk towards the shore.

Kasahara Fukari, who was standing behind with her head down, also started walking along.

It was absolutely impossible for her to quietly wait here for Fujiwara Izaya to come back and carry her.

However, at this moment, Xia Xili suddenly said, "Put me down."

Kasahara Fukaeri suddenly raised her head.

She sensed a hint of scheming.

"Little Lin Ye~"

Standing in front of Fujiwara Izaya, Natsuki Ruri affectionately ruffled his hair.

"Your aunt has gone to great lengths for your happiness." After saying this, she turned around gracefully, lifted the hem of her kimono, and walked alone to the other side of the river.

Looking at that slender figure, Fujiwara Izaya bent down.

"You two schemed against me!" Kasahara Fukaeri exclaimed angrily, kicking him in the back.

Fujiwara Izaya didn't move an inch.

His aunt created such a great opportunity for him; he'll regret it if he wastes it.

“…There’s not a single good person in your family!” Kasahara Fukaeri was both aggrieved and angry, and stood there for a long time. The two women on the other side were urging her to hurry up, and she probably knew that she couldn’t escape this time. She sighed as if she had given up and gently climbed onto his back.

A blush appeared on her fair and cool face.

Unfortunately, Fujiwara Izaya didn't have eyes in the back of his head, so he couldn't appreciate her current captivating appearance.

While carrying Kasahara Mieri on his back, he couldn't do anything as mischievous as he could with Kawashima Miki; his hands could only obediently hold her legs. Kasahara Mieri's hands also didn't wrap around his neck like Kawashima Miki's, but instead held his shoulders, leaving some space between her upper body and his back.

The stepping stones weren't long, but Fujiwara Izaya walked very slowly, so time seemed to pass exceptionally slowly.

As you approach the shore, the water around the stepping stones reflects many cherry blossoms.

"Isn't this way of arranging the stones quite charming?" Fujiwara Izaya suddenly said.

Kasahara Fukari didn't understand what he was saying, and subconsciously asked, "Aren't all Japanese gardens like this...?"

“It’s really different. My Asakusa Shrine has just been repaired, and the pond inside has similar stepping stones. Come and take a look when it’s finished.”

"..."

"I've reserved a room for you."

"?"

"You can bring your clothes and stay here."

"Asakusa Shrine started renovations in May, right?" Kasahara Fukari asked rhetorically.

"Yes."

"We had just met then."

"Yes."

"So, you were already thinking about me right after we met?"

"It's because you're beautiful."

Fujiwara Izaya smiled slyly and carried her ashore.

When he put her down, he noticed that she was staggering, so he boldly reached out his hand.

Kasahara Fukari quickly regained her footing, but then her hand was taken by Fujiwara Izaya.

"Let go!" she said softly, her face flushed.

Fujiwara Izaya pretended not to hear and led her to the other side: "Yukino is over there, let's go over there."

"...How could you be such a jerk!" Kasahara Fukari said in a low voice, being led away by him like a wronged little wife. The usually aloof policewoman now had a hint of resentment in her tone and demeanor.

Kawashima Miki glanced at the two holding hands and said to Xia Xili with a hint of annoyance, "You just keep spoiling him. Aren't you afraid that you'll end up with more and more sisters in the future?"

"Meiji, don't be angry. If he won't hold your hand, I will." Xia Xili took her hand with a cheerful smile, like a good sister.

Birds are singing, and the air is clear.

Petals drifted sparsely down beneath the cherry blossom tree.

He's about the same height as me, so why are his hands so big...? Kasahara Fukari walked around with her mind in a mess. Her palms were soft, small, and smooth, almost half the size of Fujiwara Izaya's hands.

The wind rustled through the cherry blossom grove.

Pink petals hang high, while swarms of small white butterflies flutter low in the wind.

For some reason, Kasahara Fukaeri felt as if there was a beautiful little colorful vortex, and this cherry blossom grove was so attractive to her.

"It feels like a family outing on the weekend," said Fujiwara Izaya, admiring the cherry blossoms.

Kasahara Fukari shrugged.

This action seems to suggest that "our relationship is not yet close enough to be considered family."

“You’re still the same as before.” Fujiwara Izaya laughed. “Please, we’re married now, can’t you say a few more words?”

“I won’t…” Kasahara Fukari said noncommittally.

Her hand was still being held by Fujiwara Izaya, and her palms were slightly sweaty and sticky.

In the cherry blossom grove, there is a statue of a mountain god.

The statue, weathered by hundreds of years of wind and rain, only vaguely retains the shapes of its head, body, and feet. The mountain god's sleeves are very long, almost reaching the hem of his robe, obscuring his hands, which are presumably clasped together. Although the image is indistinct, it has a familiar feel to it, reminiscent of the aura emanating from Fujiwara no Izaya.

"Make a wish, it's very effective," Fujiwara Izaya said.

Kasahara Fukari glanced down at the hand she was being held.

"I'll hold your hand again later." Fujiwara Izaya let go of her hand.

"I won't let you continue to hold my hand..." Kasahara Fukari thought somewhat defiantly, closing her eyes to the statue, her lips tightly pressed together. A few thin strands of orange hair fell across her smooth forehead, and in the slanting sunlight, her face seemed to glow.

As Fujiwara Izaya gazed at the holy light, he felt as if his heart had been purified, so he clasped his hands together and bowed.

Ok.

He worshipped himself.

It feels weird...

Kasahara Fukaeri opened her eyes and immediately wanted to leave.

Fujiwara Izaya swiftly reached out and grasped her right hand, which was pressed against her leg.