I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Mrs. Riho.

You will surely understand.

The other party is a supreme god, so this situation isn't my fault...

Amaterasu's beautiful eyes gleamed with a dark, mocking light, as if she were arrogantly saying, "Ugh, look at your pathetic state. Kneel down! Kneel down before me now!"

"Madam?" Yukino Riho asked softly.

"Hmm? I was daydreaming..." Amaterasu smiled, a fresh blush appearing on her cheeks.

Yukino Riho lit a cigarette, looked up, and asked, "What happened?"

“I sent his father to Takamagahara because I valued his abilities, but the day after he arrived, his whole family started playing hide-and-seek with me.” As Amaterasu spoke, she raised her hand to Fujiwara Izaya’s forehead and playfully fiddled with his bangs.

Fujiwara Izaya couldn't avoid it.

Between him and the Goddess Peak, there was a lazy white arm, which looked particularly delicate in the backlit lamplight.

"Can't you find your father, Madam?" Yukino Riho asked in surprise.

Takamagahara is Madam's territory; she is unique there... If Father can hide there even though it's all there, he's truly amazing...

Amaterasu frowned slightly.

This was the first time she had frowned since she appeared.

It seems that even the Supreme God felt a sense of powerlessness when faced with this problem.

The noble little hand that was playing with Fujiwara Izaya's bangs suddenly revealed a cruel tenderness. Her fingertips pressed against Fujiwara Izaya's warm lips, and she said in a tone that would make any living being kneel down and rub their face against her feet, "As a son, shouldn't you bear the wrath of the Great God on behalf of your father? Tell me, in your opinion, how should I punish you?"

Fujiwara Izaya said with difficulty, "The child is innocent—"

There was nothing he could do; the aura of the supreme god was too strong. Just a slight release of divine power was enough to make him feel suffocated.

"Go and suffer for a while first." Amaterasu gently touched his brow with her fingertip.

moment.

Fujiwara Izaya's body was completely immobile.

However, his soul floated out, looking helplessly at his physical body. A dharma body also floated out from Amaterasu's body, this dharma body tilting its head back almost seductively, winking and bringing its thin lips closer to kiss him. However, just as they were about to touch, a mirror appeared in front of Fujiwara Izaya, and he saw a faint, peach-pink lip print appear on the mirror.

Hey!

Please be more serious!

If you're going to torture me, at least do it for real.

Fujiwara Izaya stared wide-eyed at the Amaterasu Dharmakaya in the mirror, his clothes still completely stripped off.

Her eyes and the curve of her lips were exactly the same as her true form. The outline of her chest, her clean and full abdomen, her long and noble legs, her exquisitely carved shoulders, her delicate eyebrows, her lips that seemed to hold everything, her white and orderly teeth... He really wanted to pounce on her immediately and ravage that tender and fresh Dharma form, so that she would know that even the supreme god was essentially a woman.

"Ok?"

Amaterasu suddenly smiled captivatingly.

Perhaps knowing his thoughts, her lips and teeth were perfectly presented.

Needless to say, her expression carried a hint of reproach for his audacity, and within that abstract beauty, the lines of her slender waist rippled. The mirror shattered instantly, and Amaterasu's Dharma Body turned into a pool of flesh, completely enveloping his soul.

"Damn it—"

Fujiwara Izaya immediately convulsed.

This direct impact on his soul made him feel as if his skull was about to be blown off.

"What's wrong with you?" Yukino Riho looked at Fujiwara Izaya with a puzzled expression.

Fujiwara Izaya, now just an empty shell, was naturally unable to answer her, and couldn't even hear her voice.

"Ignore him." Amaterasu put the pipe mouthpiece between her lips and glanced at her former maid. "I was thinking of sending you back to the guild hall."

“Oh, well,” Yukino Riho smiled and shook her head, “I would have listened to you a few days ago, but not now… You know that Yuki-onna would never abandon the one she loves.”

Amaterasu fell into deep thought.

The snow woman before me, with her drooping eyelashes casting a sharp, flowing shadow, tilted her head in a blissful tilt—that must be happiness itself.

"Fine then." Amaterasu exhaled a smoke ring.

Yukino Riho looked at Fujiwara Izaya, whose face was flushed, with some concern: "What does Madam want him to do for you?"

“What his father couldn’t finish, let him take over,” Amaterasu said lazily. “Besides, his father and I made an agreement from the moment he was born: if any of the older members of the Fujiwara family don’t want to work in the future, the younger one will take their place.”

What kind of father would treat his son like this... Yukino Riho suddenly felt resentment towards her father.

"What exactly happened?" she asked anxiously.

Amaterasu originally didn't want to say it.

But seeing the anxiety in her expression, he couldn't help but sigh and said softly, "The passage between the Yellow Springs Kingdom and Takamagahara needs a powerful god to guard it. Looking at the whole world, his father is the most suitable. His father and I have already discussed it, but... his father slipped away as soon as he arrived in Takamagahara. The heavy responsibility of guarding the passage between the two worlds naturally falls to him."

"..."

Riho Yukino fell silent.

She admired her father for daring to tease his wife. But she was furious that he had tricked his husband.

"Alright, you guys go outside and wait." Amaterasu waved her hand. "I have something to discuss with him."

"Yes, sister."

"Yes, ma'am."

Yukino Riho and Toyo no Okami left the room.

The room fell silent. Amaterasu, her cheek resting on the back of her hand, gazed wearily at the scene before her. Her own avatar had released Fujiwara Izaya's soul, which now lay limply on the floor. Fujiwara Izaya's soul was pressed against her avatar, connected to it. The two bodies embraced, their backs caressed by the other. Judging from the avatar's expression, she resembled a kitten being petted, softly purring and giggling.

"strangeness……"

Amaterasu puffed on his cigarette.

As the supreme deity, her Dharma body is not merely a manifestation of her true self's will, but an avatar that, while acting in accordance with her true self's will, also possesses a trace of independent intelligence. Her true self can fully perceive the senses of her Dharma body; she can currently sense a trace of pleasure within it.

"How about we try kissing him...?"

Amaterasu thought about it with great interest, then lightly raised her wrist and tapped the table twice with the pipe.

Once pleasure begins, one needs to demand it to the fullest extent until the moment of weariness arrives. If the opportunity is missed, the sudden surge of desire will vanish without a trace.

Amaterasu pursed her lips and blew away the cigarette ash that had fallen on the table.

Ashes fell onto her men's kimono under the table. The hem of the kimono was adorned with tiny chrysanthemums, a symbol of royalty. Despite being a men's kimono, it couldn't conceal her beautifully slender waist, exuding feminine charm, and her coolly pretty face.

At this moment, Amaterasu's physical form rested her legs on Fujiwara Izaya's knees, half of her body leaning against his chest, listening to his sweet whispers, like the hazy mist of dusk. Her swaying, snow-white face was exactly the same as Amaterasu's real body, and the boy holding her in his arms kept kissing her face.

Amaterasu's eyes, devoid of any smile, scrutinized her soon-to-be-fallen Dharmakaya with utter indifference. Under the gaze and indulgence of the original body, the Dharmakaya bent its noble waist and touched the boy's Adam's apple with its lips. The boy let out a ticklish scream, then, as if stimulated, pressed down on the Dharmakaya's shoulders.

Amaterasu sensed something and her lips trembled slightly.

With eyes half-open and half-closed, and breath as fragrant as orchids, she was brewing the most intoxicating wine in a dreamy state.

The body of Amaterasu, who had no clothes to cover it, blushed on her snow-white skin and began to squirm shyly. The noble and holy Amaterasu revealed a bewitching and alluring posture.

Fujiwara Izaya found it strange.

Even though I was already deeply immersed in the dream created by the Great God, I still felt a dryness in my throat.

Driven by instinct, he grabbed Amaterasu's body with both hands and kissed her noble red lips.

"Well!"

Amaterasu's true form suddenly opened her eyes wide.

In their line of sight, the Dharma Body and Fujiwara Izaya's lips were locked in a kiss.

This little guy is too bold... Amaterasu felt that this couldn't continue, so she immediately severed the connection with the Dharma Body, allowing the Dharma Body's sliver of intelligence to resist Fujiwara Izaya.

"You...you let me go..." the Dharma body murmured softly.

That's what she said, but her body wrapped her arms around Fujiwara Izaya's neck and, as if by instinct, responded to his kisses. This unparalleled woman kept snuggling into his arms, letting him do as he pleased.

"interesting……"

Amaterasu sensed a sweet taste of submission.

Somewhat ridiculous, she thought to herself, this sweetness was merely a reward from the cunning Great God to the boy.

In the dimly lit room, an indescribable atmosphere permeated the air.

That body of Moko, the softness of her skin, the fragrance she exuded, her fantasies, the shame she left behind, were like the shimmering sun ravaged by Fujiwara Izaya.

A long time passed.

Fujiwara Izaya's physical body regained consciousness.

"Ah~"

He yawned lazily.

"Lady Amaterasu..." Fujiwara Izaya stretched lazily, looking refreshed, and glanced around. "Where are Riho and Lady Toyotomi? Where did they go, hmm?" He paused, looking at Amaterasu's face, which was still flushed. "Why is your face so red?"

I'm a little sleepy.

Amaterasu was playing with her pipe, not responding to him with her eyes.

She still felt a bit of that feeling from earlier. It was the first time she had ever realized that watching a little guy tens of thousands of years younger than her bully her avatar could actually make her true body feel like it was about to succumb.

Fujiwara Izaya looked at her suspiciously.

The current Oogami no longer gives her any special treatment; she's dressed properly in a men's kimono. But looking at that unparalleled face, he couldn't help but recall the scene from his dream, secretly wondering if the dream was actually controlled by the old woman herself.

However, even if she did it herself, there was nothing Fujiwara Izaya could do.

Ugh.

When will this oppression by a woman whose power and influence are at the pinnacle ever end...?

Amaterasu glanced at him, her lips slowly parting: "After your parents went to Takamagahara, they never contacted you again?"

“No, not even once,” Fujiwara Izaya said, adding to confirm his statement, “They didn’t even attend my high school parent-teacher conferences.”

Talking to Oogami about the high school parent-teacher conference... this feels kind of ridiculous.

"It seems your father really wants you to handle this." Amaterasu's face revealed a captivating, story-telling quality.

"what's up?"