I have an unlimited number of shikigami

"Eri-neechan, you need to be careful from now on."

"what?"

"After we get married, I will become an even more charming man, and you will definitely be melted by me."

"Don't even think about it." Kasahara Fukaeri turned her head to admire the leaping fire in the stove.

There were only the two of them in the room, and the bright firelight shone on her face, making her look more beautiful than anything else.

“I’ve been thinking about it,” Fujiwara Izaya replied.

"Is this what you call more attractive?" Kasahara Fukaeri glanced at him sideways.

"What do you mean?"

"Are you stupid?" Kasahara Fukaeri turned her gaze back to the fireplace and said in a helpless tone, "Between me and Xiangxiang, you can only choose one. Xiangxiang is first right now, and I definitely won't have anything to do with you. The marriage is fake, so please don't take it seriously."

"You have such an unromantic mindset, I have to criticize you!"

"romantic?"

"Xiangxiang really knows how to be romantic!"

"That's true."

"How romantic it would be to marry the same man as my sister!"

"?"

Kasahara Fukari really wanted to kill him right now.

"It's settled then."

"What did we agree on... Ah!"

Fujiwara Izaya suddenly jumped up and grabbed her wrist.

Caught off guard, Kasahara Fukari was pulled to her feet. Their noses were so close that he could see every single one of her delicate, trembling eyelashes.

"what are you doing?"

Kasahara Fukari weakly pushed his chest with her other hand, her voice barely audible.

Fujiwara Izaya held her right hand in his left, and wrapped his right arm around her slender waist, gently twirling her around. "From today onwards, my greatest goal in life is to help Xiangxiang realize her dream of marrying the same man as her sister. Hahaha—"

"If you keep talking nonsense to me, I'll... I'll beat you to death."

The threat sounded like flirting, and Kasahara Fukae's cheeks were flushed.

After spinning around a few times, the woman in his arms suddenly changed. Fujiwara Izaya quickly let go and ran towards the door with a smile.

"You're dead—"

Shiranui, her face flushed with anger, her white hair dancing wildly, shouted at him in a cute yet fierce tone.

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Having escaped the room, Fujiwara Izaya walked smugly down the corridor.

This trip home not only forged the deepest bond with Yukino Riho, making Kawashima Miki willingly become her first wife, but also revealed the true nature of Kasahara Fukae. How could one not be delighted?

The three ladies were all beautiful, and they complemented each other.

Speaking of figures, Eri is the tallest, followed by Riho, and then Miki. The three ladies walking together on the street, their three beautiful faces arranged in a diagonal line, are enough to keep one entertained for a whole day.

Then there's clothing, accessories, and character.

The most interesting and charming of them all was Mrs. Mei. She had a round face, regular features, and a full and sturdy figure. She looked elegant in a kimono and capable in a Western suit.

Mrs. Riho, on the other hand, had a delicate oval face and a slender figure. She was best suited to wearing kimonos with floral and bird patterns, exuding a quiet and refined air like a young lady who had long lived in seclusion.

Eri Fuka always dresses like a government official, with the air of an investigator, and is always radiant. Aside from business attire, her most suitable clothing is the kind of crepe dress with ornate patterns worn by nobles; the plain striped kimono of Tokyo is completely out of place.

The thought of marrying even one of the three wives would be a dream come true for many men... Fujiwara Izaya was thrilled and excited, and even felt like whistling.

As I turned the corner of the corridor, a familiar figure came into view.

Wearing her wedding dress, Yukino Riho happened to walk over from the other side of the corridor. Her embroidered shoes slid softly on the wooden floor without making a sound.

Sword Comes

Hearing footsteps, she turned her head and looked at them, offering her beautiful eyes and a beautiful smile.

"Are you here to see the lady?" Fujiwara Izaya stepped forward and extended his hand.

“Yes, that’s right.” Yukino Riho naturally placed her hand in his palm. “The lady just sent me a message asking me to come over.”

"Together."

Fujiwara Izaya gripped her hand tightly.

Pulling open the sliding door to the corridor and passing through a curtain, the figures of two goddesses came into view. Amaterasu, dressed in a men's kimono, with a pipe dangling from her mouth, casually waved her hand: "Come over and give me a shoulder massage."

I don't know who he was saying that to.

Yukino Riho instinctively walked forward, wanting to serve her.

"Ignore her." Fujiwara Izaya held her hand tightly and said directly, "You are my wife now, not her maid. Why bother with her?"

Yukino Riho bowed apologetically to the lady.

Amaterasu beckoned with her finger: "Then come on."

Fujiwara Izaya's body flew forward uncontrollably.

He landed behind her, then placed his hands on her shoulders and began to massage them slowly. All of this was completely under the control of the supreme god, and Fujiwara Izaya was forced to serve her while yelling, "Aren't you ashamed of bullying a child?"

That being said, giving the supreme god a shoulder massage is, in a way, a pleasure. Although there's a kimono on the surface, you only realize once you touch it that it's just an illusion, without any real substance.

Fujiwara Izaya's hand could touch the skin on her shoulder directly.

As a supreme deity, every inch of her skin pointed directly to the ultimate goal of purification. Her smooth skin shone quietly, clear and soft, as if containing an ancient, radiant treasure, subtly transparent and aloof. Whether she was a woman thousands or tens of thousands of years old, her skin remained delicate and vibrant, every line as clean as if it had been washed, containing a majesty and splendor beyond words.

“Madam.” Yukino Riho sat down to the side.

Amaterasu glanced at her, raised his pipe and tapped her on the head: "Why did you have to follow this guy of all people?"

Yukino Riho was a little reserved, and said timidly, "Fujiwara is very good to me..."

“He is kind to all beautiful women,” Amaterasu said, looking as if she had just come to her senses.

Feng Shou, the great god, added from the side: "When he was three years old, he already knew how to take advantage of me when I was holding him."

"Hey, hey, this is slander!" Fujiwara Izaya retorted loudly. "Especially you, Aunt Amaterasu Omikami, stirring up trouble between husband and wife on your wedding night, is this what you call the supreme god... huh?"

Amaterasu's kimono suddenly disappeared.

The Supreme God's delicate body was revealed, exquisitely crafted and flawless.

Fujiwara Izaya swallowed hard.

He glanced at it, then quickly turned to look at Yukino Riho, making it clear that he wouldn't be tempted. However… Yukino Riho's expression remained unchanged. He then turned to Toyō-sama: "Toyō-sama…aren't you going to try and dissuade me?"

There was a question mark in Feng Shou's eyes.

Got it… Fujiwara Izaya shifted his gaze back to appreciate his exclusive perk.

Anyway, it's most likely just an illusion. Seeing illusions doesn't mean he's cheating in front of Yukino Riho...right? Besides, even if it were real, the fault doesn't lie with him. The blame lies with beings like the Supreme God, who can't be understood with normal thinking.

Love, passion, and desire probably don't exist in her eyes.

Just as humans wouldn't try to understand the thoughts of ants, the supreme god probably wouldn't care what the little mountain god might think when looking at her body. She was probably just bored, teasing Fujiwara Izaya like a human pouring boiling water on an anthill, just like countless times before.

Chapter 171. The Unparalleled Great God

The beechwood flooring clearly reflected the candlelight in the room.

Amaterasu's perfect body also appeared on the wood grain, like a painting that did not exist in the real world. Fujiwara Rin discovered that there was not a single fine wrinkle on this goddess's beautiful skin. She looked so perfect that it seemed as if the viewer's gaze could automatically choose the most suitable angle and width of lighting.

"call--"

A wisp of white smoke was exhaled from those red lips.

Amaterasu blinked her sleepy, double-lidded eyes a few times, her gaze drifting aimlessly. She was probably a little tired, as she lazily turned to her side, resting her elbow on the table and supporting her cheek with the back of her hand as she lay down.

She was still smoking elegantly and leisurely, the thin wooden stem of the pipe curled between her two fingers.

As Fujiwara Izaya massaged her, touching her smooth skin, a violent thought suddenly arose in his mind: he wanted to reach out and pull out her hair, turning the supreme god into a nun. He really wanted to.

Amaterasu swung her hand backhand.

The pipe stem struck Fujiwara Izaya on the head.

Yukino Riho, who was pouring tea, looked up, her expression slightly worried.

Amaterasu gracefully crossed her legs and lightly tapped Fujiwara Izaya's forehead with her pipe: "Don't look at me with that affectionate gaze."

Fujiwara Izaya shrank his neck, grabbed her shoulders haphazardly with both hands like a rogue, leaned forward slightly to examine her face, and said with a smile, "Didn't you bring my mother with you when you came down?"

"They ran away with your father." Amaterasu lazily exhaled a puff of smoke.

The smoke carried a rich, pleasant fragrance, joyful and sweet, as if it were some kind of hallucinogenic drug.

Fujiwara Izaya, head down, examined the skincare products on her chest, then clicked his tongue in a professional and mature manner, saying, "Run away? Did you exploit me too much in Takamagahara and leave? I never thought you were such a heartless capitalist..."

Amaterasu smiled broadly: "I've never worked a single day, so how could you exploit me?"

Fujiwara Izaya shut up.

He knew this old woman quite well.

Don't be fooled by her perfect, lotus-like smile; there's resentment in her eyes.

"What's this about running away?" Yukino Riho asked from the side.

Amaterasu held out her tobacco pouch to her.

The smoke inside had gone out sometime ago.

Yukino Riho then bent down and skillfully lit a match, shielding her hand from the wind to light the cigarette for the lady. The light illuminated her glistening hand, making it shine like agate, and the light reflected directly into Fujiwara Izaya's eyes.

Fujiwara Izaya raised his head, just about to take his gaze away from Amaterasu's body.

However, an inexplicable force pressed down on his head, preventing him from taking his gaze off Goddess Peak.

Ok……