I have an unlimited number of shikigami

As a great deity, every living being should be enveloped in her radiance!

But that brat Fujiwara Izaya...

Amaterasu recalled the forced smile on his face at the very end of the dance.

Amaterasu, who had never felt any passion for love, suddenly realized the distance between gods. Although Fujiwara Izaya liked beautiful women, his smile at that moment clearly meant, "After this dance, I will no longer need you."

Despite wanting to get closer, I could see the other person walking away.

Amaterasu believed that there must be something wrong with this that she didn't understand.

In the darkness of the distance, Fujiwara Izaya and Yukino Riho kissed, and Amaterasu watched them intently. Like a pair of exquisite dolls, or perhaps the embodiment of some kind of emotion, the scene was particularly beautiful when viewed from afar.

Amaterasu gently tapped her arm with her fingers.

In the darkness, feeling a bit weary, she yawned, her soft lips immediately closing again. The curves of her waist and the pure lines of her legs beneath her cheongsam swayed and trembled slightly.

"He used to be quite elegant..."

Amaterasu peeks at the scene in the distance, recalling the encounter her Dharmakaya just experienced.

Back then, Fujiwara Izaya exuded a fresh, youthful charm, embodying the essence of a young boy. He was willful, unbearably arrogant, honest in his moments of rage, and innocently endearing when his mood was volatile…

In the darkness in the distance, Fujiwara Izaya and Yukino Riho stood up.

Yukino Riho took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the dust off his clothes. Instantly, the dazzling white of the handkerchief became the most eye-catching color in Amaterasu's eyes. Fujiwara Izaya leaned close to Yukino Riho's ear and asked, "How many times do you plan to do it tonight?" Yukino Riho's eyes shimmered, and she pinched his ear, saying, "Not even once."

The two left in a close embrace.

Amaterasu closed her eyes in deep thought.

She opened her eyes a moment later, finding paper and pen in her hand, the slender, pointed pen held firmly in her grasp. She pondered what secrets and adventures she should add to her next meeting with him…

brat!

The Great God is not so easily bullied.

Are you prepared for the consequences?

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The banquet is coming to an end.

Fujiwara Rin did not return to the main hall in the central courtyard, but went directly back to the inner courtyard located on the mountaintop.

Yukino Riho went to the hot spring to bathe and change. He had intended to go with her, but was sent back by a flurry of punches. On his way back to his room alone, he encountered several maids and asked, "Has Lady Fuka Eri seen this?"

"Madam has just returned to her room," the maid replied.

This room, of course, refers to her own room. The beautiful policewoman wouldn't go to his room to wait for him to come back and pamper her just because it's their wedding night.

Fujiwara Izaya turned the corner of the corridor and suddenly stopped.

"Young Master Lin." A woman in the corridor was looking at him with a smile.

She wore a red Tang-style robe with gold thread and a phoenix crown, looking like a noble empress.

"I'm here!" Fujiwara Izaya slowly exhaled a warm breath.

The voice just fell.

The Queen walked barefoot down the red carpet in the corridor.

Like a cheating wife eager to rush into her lover's arms, she ran towards Fujiwara Izaya, lifting her skirt with one hand, a hint of smugness on her face.

When she ran up to him, Fujiwara Izaya came to his senses and asked in surprise, "Why did you come out?"

"Shouldn't I have come out?" Mrs. Kasahara lowered her skirt and met his gaze with an authoritative expression.

"Greetings, Chairman!" Fujiwara Izaya immediately bowed.

"Still calling him Chairman?"

"Greetings, Mother-in-law."

"No need for formalities." Mrs. Kasahara gently raised her slender hand.

Fujiwara Izaya straightened up.

Their eyes met, and they both laughed.

“I was just about to go find Fuka Eri,” Fujiwara Izaya said.

“I’ve been waiting for you.” Mrs. Kasahara’s bright eyes looked him over.

A young man in black robes and a golden crown!

At that moment, he made people feel more at ease than ever before.

"What are your plans for tonight?" Mrs. Kasahara asked.

"I didn't plan to," Fujiwara Izaya said, feigning ignorance.

Mrs. Kasahara kicked him.

“Ah, okay, okay,” Fujiwara Izaya quickly raised his hands, “Whoever comes first, I’ll go with them… Of course, going together isn’t out of the question.”

"How about I join you?" Mrs. Kasahara tilted her head and looked at him cutely.

"Eri Fuka will kill me!"

"You actually think that way?"

"...Did I say that?"

"You bad guy!" Mrs. Kasahara giggled and poked his chest.

Those fair fingertips were as delicate as the heart of a lily, as if you could smell their fragrance if you got close enough to take a sniff.

Fujiwara Izaya smiled and dodged aside, glancing at the door in front of him: "We're here."

"Wait for me a moment, I'll go in first, then you can knock on the door. Remember, when you come in, act like you're just noticing me..." Mrs. Kasahara winked at him mischievously, then lifted her skirt and jogged into the house.

That noble and beautiful posture made Fujiwara Izaya's mind wander.

Such a woman of noble status could be both sassy and sweet in front of him; she had a charming and glamorous side, as well as an innocent and lively side; sometimes she was unapproachable, and sometimes she was petite and dependent. Acting coquettishly and cutely was no problem for her at all, and the key was that she was also so stunningly beautiful...

At that moment, Fujiwara Izaya finally understood something.

Why did he feel a sense of emptiness after embracing Omikami, without any excitement or further thoughts...? It turns out that, in his eyes, the so-called supreme Omikami's charm was less than even a toe of Kasahara, the head of the board!

After standing at the door for a while, Fujiwara Izaya knocked on the door.

"Come in."

It's Mrs. Kasahara's voice.

Push open the door.

We haven't gone inside yet.

There was a soft "whoosh" sound.

Amidst the delightful fragrance, pink petals drifted gently towards his face.

Fujiwara Izaya instinctively closed his eyes.

He opened his eyes only after he realized that all the flowers had fallen.

Amidst the delicate petals scattered on the ground, he saw Mrs. Kasahara barefoot, smiling sweetly at him.

Remembering their earlier agreement, Fujiwara Izaya asked in surprise, "Chairman, what brings you here?"

"Can't I be here?" Mrs. Kasahara asked with a radiant smile.

"Yes, but..."

Before Fujiwara Izaya could finish speaking, she gently raised her hand to interrupt him.

With a soft breath, flower petals appeared out of thin air and fluttered down onto his face.

This was a magnificent, majestic, and dreamlike moment. Fujiwara Izaya seemed to see a fairy... The fairy's name was Kasahara Asuka, yes, her junior... Her junior had blown flower petals onto his face before. They truly were mother and daughter.

"Don't just stand there like an idiot." Mrs. Kasahara, a fair-skinned and delicate young woman, grabbed his collar and pulled him into the house. As she led him inside, she smiled brightly and said, "Now that you've married my daughter, I'm your mother-in-law. From now on, you must obey my every command. Even if I ask you to lick my toes, you can't refuse..."

"Good good!"

Fujiwara Izaya readily agreed.

Passing through a beaded curtain, he saw Kasahara Fukari in the spacious bath. Her entire body was submerged in the hot spring water, even her mouth was not visible. Only the tip of her nose was visible above the surface of the water, where bubbles were rising.

“You’re so mean!” Fujiwara Izaya said, turning around.

"You dare to insult me?" Mrs. Kasahara pursed her lips, the curve of her mouth subtle, it was hard to tell whether she was smiling or smug.

Fujiwara Izaya gazed at her youthful face, her clear and affectionate eyes.

"As the chairperson, this is extremely inappropriate of you. How could you let your daughter soak in the water while you yourself are still dressed..."

"I'll strangle you, you little rascal!"

"Ahem, I was wrong—"

"what!"

Mrs. Kasahara, still exerting force with her hands, was quite aggressive.

"I didn't mean you, cough cough, help! The mountain god is dying..."

Mrs. Kasahara twisted her lips, striking a rather attractive pose of disdain.

"Get down here!" She lifted her foot and kicked her son-in-law into the bathtub, then turned and glared at her daughter: "Let him scrub your back. If he doesn't get it clean, I'll blast him with lightning."

"..."

Kasahara Fukaeri pouted, almost bursting into tears.

Chapter 173. Imperfect possession is not allowed in my dictionary.

The hazy steam from the hot spring water drifted into the room, making the view blurry.

Mrs. Kasahara stared intently at the bathtub with a burning gaze.

"It's very dark outside," Fujiwara Izaya said, looking out the window.

The sky was bright, and the moon hung high in the sky; it was an early autumn night at the end of August.