I have an unlimited number of shikigami

After a while, she realized her position was wrong and felt she couldn't break free. She could only cover her flushed face with one hand. "...No! There's no room for negotiation!"

"This posture is just like when we first met."

Recalling happy memories, Fujiwara Izaya gently slipped his hand inside her clothes.

"Take your hand off!" Kawashima Miki shouted fiercely, but her body did not resist his hand. After a while, she covered her face and trembled, then slowly went limp and lay motionless on him.

Feeling her soft body, Fujiwara Izaya felt a warm glow in his heart. He whispered in her ear, "I love my Mrs. Miki so much. I'm going to tease you like this for the rest of my life. You can't escape me..."

Kawashima Miki remained silent, seemingly in a huff.

Half-heartedly resisting, she nestled against him with her eyes half-closed, her beauty indescribable. There were many things about her that attracted Fujiwara Izaya: her beautiful and elegant delicate face, her sexy hips, her slender little finger covering her lips to prevent him from kissing her, her seemingly wanton but inwardly conservative nature... As he gazed intently, scenes from their first meeting flooded back.

"Mrs."

Fujiwara Rinya whispered in her ear.

His intimate breaths, as if urging his beloved to open his eyes, teased her eardrums in waves.

Kawashima Miki's heart softened, and she asked in a soft voice, "...Was what you just said true?"

"what?"

"Uh, well..." Kawashima Miki slightly opened her eyes, her gaze drifting towards the flickering lights in the distance, "You said you'd bully me for the rest of your life...you really meant it, right? You weren't just kidding me?"

"Of course."

"...You're not lying to me?"

"I swear in the name of the Great God!" Fujiwara Izaya pried her hand away from her lips.

In the darkness, a delicate blush appeared before their eyes, a color that could be described as the most perfect in the world. Their faces were almost touching, and they could clearly feel each other's breath and the warmth of each other's skin.

“Even if you broke your oath, the Great God won’t punish you.” Kawashima Miki’s lips pursed slightly, one hand still around his neck. “Anyway, you lied, you weren’t sincere…”

Fujiwara Izaya put one arm around her waist: "I was just kidding, do you have a problem with that?"

"I'll bite you to death tonight!" Kawashima Miki said with a fierce expression.

"How about now?"

"Don't think about it!"

"My wife, kiss me!"

"Keep dreaming!"

Gritting her teeth, she chuckled and cursed, then slowly bent down, her lips moving closer...

Following the direction of her lips, Fujiwara Izaya moved forward and accurately captured her soft lips. Cherry blossom petals scattered, her feet dangling in the air, her small red embroidered shoes the most beautiful pose of this pure and beautiful bride.

After a long while, their lips parted.

"Humph!"

A soft, plaintive hum escaped from Kawashima Miki's nose.

“Let’s go back.” Fujiwara Izaya carried her down from the tree.

Under the pale blue moonlight, Kawashima Miki's exquisitely beautiful oval face flushed slightly. She glanced sideways at Fujiwara Izaya in the moonlight, her long eyelashes fluttering a few times, and called out in a deep voice, "Fujiwara..."

"Ok?"

"Am I being too petty...?"

"That's true to some extent."

"Wouldn't such a wife be incompetent?"

No way.

"...I'm worried that the servants at home will gossip about me."

"What are you thinking? This is the 21st century. The right values ​​are to uphold monogamous love. I should be the one being talked about." Fujiwara Izaya put his arm around her waist, then gently rubbed her nose with his free hand. "Please, just keep being a little petty. I'll support you. Don't worry about anything else. If you're upset, just take it out on me. I'll change what I can, and for what I can't, we'll compromise and make do. After all, we're husband and wife, right?"

These little gestures between husband and wife made Kawashima Miki feel sweet inside.

She gradually leaned closer to him, secretly reaching out her finger to tickle his groin, a happy smile spreading across her face.

On the second-floor terrace, Xia Xili glanced over here.

She could only make out a rough outline in the darkness, and she smiled expressionlessly.

The fox walks the fox's path.

Hunters who lie in ambush in the bushes are sure to get something.

Despite being a fox, she possesses the eye of a hunter, knowing full well that she will be captured by hunters yet still choosing to walk the fox path—Xia Xili believes this is who she is right now.

She's a bad woman.

But even a bad woman cannot reveal her true nature.

There are degrees of badness, and being bad in a cute way is one of the necessary conditions. Xia Xili silently plotted how to trample Xiao Lin underfoot and make him lick his toes unwillingly.

Yukino Riho noticed the malicious smile on her aunt's lips.

However, she pretended not to see it.

Unless she's pushed to the limit, given Yuki-onna's personality, she won't fight for anything.

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Back in the main hall, the banquet was still going on.

Fujiwara Izaya's eyes darted through the crowd, and he spotted in a corner that Dark Crow had already gotten Takenaka Akira completely drunk. Judging by the looks of it, even if he didn't make a move, the dog could use its beauty to take the oni's life.

Even if he doesn't do it himself, he still has other things to do.

Fujiwara Izaya's eyes darted around, searching for an opportunity to escape.

Kawashima Miki, of course, wouldn't let him out of her sight, following him everywhere he went. Just as he was about to forcibly leave, a yokai from Hokkaido offered him a treasure.

"I offer this dragon scale to the River God of Ishikari River! Congratulations to the Mountain God of Nagano for the continued blessings!"

In Japan, river gods are mostly white dragons.

The river god before them, from the Ishikari River, the largest river in Hokkaido, peeled a dragon scale from his own body as a gift.

Fujiwara Rin didn't know what the dragon scales were for, nor did he want to find out now. He gently pushed Kawashima Miki in front of him and whispered to her, "It's all up to you, Madam, to decide whose gifts to accept and whose not to accept."

The moment he finished speaking, he flashed and appeared in front of the stairs leading to the second floor.

"..."

Kawashima Miki had nowhere to vent her grievances.

With guests in front of her, she couldn't directly chase after Fujiwara Izaya to scold him. She could only adopt the dignified demeanor of a mountain god's wife and face the waves of guests who came to present gifts.

Fujiwara Izaya turned back from afar.

Looking at Mrs. Mei, who was overwhelmed with gifts, he felt a surge of happiness.

With such a capable wife, I can finally relax and be a free spirit. I won't even have to attend the annual mountain god festival in person anymore. I'm so happy!

However, being a dual-owner also carries certain risks.

I might have to kneel on durians tonight.

But these are all minor issues. Although Fujiwara Izaya has a lot of flaws, he has a sweet tongue and can make Mrs. Mei feel like she's floating on air, unable to vent her anger.

Upon reaching the second floor, a maid immediately came to greet us.

"Lady Fuka Eri is here. Please follow me, sir."

Fujiwara Izaya followed the maid to a room with the sliding door tightly closed.

The door handles were all printed with chrysanthemum and cloud patterns. He reached out and pulled, and instantly, that bright orange hair, almost burning with color, came into his view.

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Kasahara Fukaeri is currently very troubled.

The troubles were, of course, personal, and still a relatively unfamiliar experience for her at the moment. Ever since she discovered that her mother had also come here with her, she felt that she had broken her promise to Fujiwara Izaya to keep the secret, and her heart was constantly torn with guilt and remorse.

Later, under her mother's influence, she got married without thinking.

Even now, thinking about the wedding during the day still makes her blush. But blushing all the time isn't a solution; all she can do is suppress her shyness and try to think of a solution.

But no matter what she thought, the thoughts that kept churning in her mind were things like "I should have never come here" or "I should have run away when I got married."

In the long life of a yokai, many things are unpredictable.

Kasahara Fukari understands that regret is a useless emotion, but when she's thinking of a solution, all she can think of is to purse her lips and blame herself for being naive and lacking foresight.

What made her even more embarrassed was that she didn't know how to face Fujiwara Izaya.

On one hand, she felt ashamed and guilty for wronging him; on the other hand, she was unsure how to get along with him after they had become soulmates.

I can't just turn this into reality. Tonight, I'll just close my eyes and accept it as if he bit me.

That would be absolutely absurd.

Putting aside any romantic feelings between them, she hadn't even considered taking on the responsibilities of a wife... To be honest, how could a monster who barely even laugh possibly understand these things!

"what--"

Kasahara Fukari was getting a little frantic.

"What should we do?!"

She scratched her hair, her expression one of unprecedented confusion and resentment.

Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open, and she instinctively turned her head to look.

Fujiwara Izaya, with his hands behind his back, approached her step by step: "It's time to settle accounts with you."

As he said this, a malicious glint flashed in his eyes, and the smile on his lips was extremely frivolous.

“How terrifying…” Kasahara Fukari’s face was filled with catastrophic fear. She felt as if the weight of the entire Mount Miyama was pressing down on her with a heavy yet clear aura.

Chapter 169. Shiranui

The sliding door was closed, and the screen was open.

Inside the room, Kasahara Fukari, dressed in a wedding gown adorned with golden phoenixes, knelt and half-prone. A few strands of her meticulously styled orange-red hair fell silently down her carefully painted, pale neck, and her small, snow-white feet, bare of socks, were exposed to the firelight.