I have an unlimited number of shikigami

The melodious sound of the pipa began.

The laurel flowers blooming on the terrace are clustered together like yellow paper umbrellas.

Yukino Riho plays the biwa amidst the flower petals.

With delicate fingertips, she plucked the plectrum, and with a "clang," the pipa trembled and produced a beautiful sound.

The moonlight and the sound of the zither blended together.

Whenever the strings vibrate, a laurel blossom falls from the branch. The petals, quietly scattered in the moonlight, seem unable to bear the weight of the moonlight, and dance gracefully in the atmosphere.

Kawashima Miki rested her elbows on the tablecloth, her polished fingertips lightly tapping her cheek. Watching Yukino Riho's performance, she felt a sense of brightness and clarity. Amidst the fluttering laurel blossoms, was it the petals that were responding to the pipa, or the pipa's sound that was responding to the petals?

"Autumn arrives with colorful clouds, and the mountains are covered in red leaves."

"Once fallen and withered, why lament the change of color?"

As Yukino Riho softly sang a chorus, a smile appeared on her lips.

It was a faint, almost imperceptible smile, like the subtle pale yellow of laurel petals—elegant and serene.

"Wow, the pipa playing is truly beautiful..."

A voice came from somewhere, and a smile appeared on Kawashima Miki's face—a genuine, private smile.

Fujiwara Izaya, dressed in a white hunting robe, walked down the corridor like a figure rushing through the crisp wind. His clear eyes looked at the two ladies with incredibly gentle and loving gaze.

Kawashima Miki picked up the glass with her delicate hand, leisurely brought it to her red lips, and glanced at the smug Fujiwara Izaya: "So you've finally decided to come back?"

Yukino Riho looked at him with a smile, her fair oval face paired with a sky-blue yukata, exuding an elegant and serene aura.

"Did you miss me?" Fujiwara Izaya walked onto the terrace, snapped his laptop shut, and reached out to put his arm around Mrs. Mei's shoulder.

"Snapped!"

Kawashima Miki slapped his hands away.

Immediately afterward, her smile vanished, and she turned her back to him expressionlessly, coldly saying, "Go take your policewoman. How could a woman who runs a brothel be worthy of the Mountain God's attention?"

Yukino Riho blinked, her expression somewhat gloating.

“I just love empresses who run brothels,” Fujiwara Izaya declared loudly.

"Oh, I see. You may leave." Kawashima Miki smiled with her back to him.

The flickering candlelight illuminated her profile, revealing her radiant and dignified beauty in her red and white shrine maiden attire, exuding a classical charm that transcended reality.

Fujiwara Izaya was quite engrossed in watching.

"Are you thirsty? Would you like a glass of water?" Yukino Riho poured a glass of lemonade for her.

"Thank you, Mrs. Riho." Fujiwara Rinya drank the water in one gulp.

Yukino Riho wore a loose blue and white yukata, and her calves, which peeked out slightly from under the skirt, were so slender and beautiful that they looked as if they had been carved from ice and snow.

"You seem to be in a good mood. Is something good happening?" She sat at the low table, resting her chin on her right hand and flipping through the notebook on the table with her left.

"I've discovered that Eri Fukamoto likes me," Fujiwara Izaya said happily.

"Oh?"

Kawashima Miki gave a cold laugh.

“I like it…” Yukino Riho gently savored the word.

Fujiwara Izaya reached out and hugged her: "You like me just as much as I do."

Her snow-white neck and slender, firm waist were pulled into his arms, and the whole world seemed to quiet down, with only warmth floating in the air.

"Is that so, my love..." Yukino Riho's misty gaze lingered on his face, her tone soft and gentle, without any inflection, truly like the sound of snow falling from a pine branch to the ground.

Kawashima Miki turned around, a slight smirk playing on her lips: "Riho, come over here. Don't let him fool you."

"Don't go." Fujiwara Rinya hugged Yukino Riho tightly. "If she wants to be upset, let her be upset by herself. We'll talk."

"Hmm, whose advice should I take..." Yukino Riho pursed her lips, suppressing a laugh, and blinked at Kawashima Miki with wide eyes, then looked at Fujiwara Izaya with a troubled expression.

That pitiful look on his face set Fujiwara Izaya's heart ablaze.

Kawashima Miki took a sip of iced lemonade to calm herself down, glancing at the two embracing each other: "Riho, have you thought this through? His habits are like a butterfly, always flitting around and flirting. He's never home. The person who spends the most time with you is me."

“Miki is right…” Yukino Riho smiled gently.

"Then come over here to your sister." Kawashima Miki beckoned with her finger, her eyes brimming with the arrogance of a paper tiger.

"Fujiwara-kun?" Yukino Riho looked up at her husband, who was holding her in his arms. "You should let go of me, or Miki-nee-san will get angry. You have no idea, when you're not home, she never stops cursing at you..."

"Humph!"

Kawashima Miki glanced at her young husband with disdain.

Holding Yukino Riho's soft body in his arms, looking into her clear eyes, Fujiwara Izaya smiled. His wife in his arms slightly narrowed her eyes, raised her neck slightly, and revealed her naturally beautiful lips, which were extremely captivating.

Her adorable and charming expression made Fujiwara Izaya lower his head and kiss her snow-white cheek.

His lips brushed against her cheek, moving slowly until they precisely covered her cool, sweet lips.

"like……"

Yukino Riho murmured sweetly, her arms wrapped softly around his neck, her half-closed eyes as cool and moist as melting ice.

As he kissed her, Fujiwara Izaya's heart began to race.

Kawashima Miki frowned, and with some dissatisfaction, stretched out her foot and kicked Fujiwara Izaya from under the table.

"Po~"

Fujiwara Izaya released Yukino Riho's lips.

"Hmm, people who are sulking can only watch..." Yukino Riho leaned against him, not getting up, her face glistening with sweat, a few strands of black hair clinging to her cheeks. Like pine branches in the snow, she looked quite touching.

"You guys are so noisy."

Kawashima Miki gulped down several mouthfuls of lemonade.

Tsk.

So sour.

Fujiwara Izaya let go of Yukino Riho and rolled over to her side.

"Hey, what are you doing—"

Kawashima Miki screamed.

Fujiwara Izaya suddenly grabbed her shoulders and lay down on the tatami mat.

"I'm angry!" Kawashima Miki said, biting her lip in a huff.

"You've gotten bold, haven't you?" Fujiwara Izaya gently flicked her forehead and rubbed her puffed-up cheeks. "You dare to steal my woman, huh? If I don't teach you a lesson today, you'll really forget who's in charge of this house!"

Yukino Riho stood up, smiling, and said, "I'll go get some wine and dishes."

She hadn't walked more than a few steps when she vaguely heard a series of dull "thump-thump" sounds behind her.

That's... the sound of being spanked?

Yukino Riho didn't turn around, and walked briskly towards the kitchen, the smile on her lips never fading.

The flames flickered.

The wind blew the light veil, half-concealing the two of them.

Kawashima Miki bent over, wrapped her arms around Fujiwara Izaya's neck, and rested her face on his shoulder.

“Eri likes me even more now, as does Mrs. Miki, and Mrs. Riho…” Fujiwara Izaya hugged her waist and patted her soft bottom with his palm. “We will be a family sooner or later, and we will be happy together forever.”

"All you do is dream!" Kawashima Miki sneered.

"Snapped--"

"……you!"

Kawashima Miki cried out in pain, frowning and adopting an expression of unyielding defiance.

After being slapped several times, her pretty face flushed red, and her legs, which were pressed together, trembled slightly.

Fujiwara Izaya stopped what he was doing, and asked with a smile, "Who's in charge of this household?"

"Me!" Kawashima Miki remained stubborn, her little fists already clenched, a sign that she was about to hit someone.

Then there was another snap.

Amidst the muffled slapping sound of flesh against her buttocks, Kawashima Miki bit her lip and let out a soft hum.

An infinitely alluring voice.

Fujiwara Izaya put his arm around her waist, lay down on his side, and pressed his lips against her flushed cheek: "Thank you, Mrs. Miki."

"Thank me for what?" Kawashima Miki murmured in response.

"Thank you for still being stubborn."

"Humph!"

"Thank you for helping me manage the affairs of Asakusa Shrine, thank you for attending the social events with the Onmyōryō, thank you for earning money to support me so that I have time to use your money to pick up other girls..." Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but laugh as he said this.

"Even if I paid a gigolo, he would still know how to coax me properly!" Kawashima Miki nestled in his arms, grumbling irritably, "You're not even as good as a gigolo, whether in bed or out of bed!"

"Have you gone to see a gigolo?" Fujiwara Rinya whispered in her ear.

The warm breath seeped into her heart, and Kawashima Miki shivered as if tickled, pinching his waist hard: "Yeah, I went to find male escorts, every night!"

"Ouch—, it hurts so much, madam, have mercy!" Fujiwara Izaya twisted his face, pretending to be in great pain.

"I didn't even use half of my strength."

"Isn't this to give you a sense of accomplishment?"

What sense of accomplishment do I get from hurting you?

"No, no, no, the sense of accomplishment comes not from hurting me, but from the fact that the noble mountain god is willing to be your servant and cooperate with all your actions."

"That's more like it." Kawashima Miki laughed smugly.

Fujiwara Izaya put his arm around her waist and couldn't help but kiss her cheek: "Mrs. Mei is the cutest in the world."

“It’s all fake, it’s all an act,” Kawashima Miki said, narrowing her eyes slightly. “I’m just a Jorogumo in human skin. All my cuteness and elegance are just an act. In essence, I’m a monster who likes to manipulate people’s hearts. If you want cuteness, go find Fuka Eri.”