I have an unlimited number of shikigami

"You're talking about other women again, you should be punished!" Fujiwara Izaya lifted the hem of his shrine maiden's outfit.

Kawashima Miki glanced at him, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, but she still said in an annoyed tone, "What are you doing? Can't you be serious for once? This isn't a room. Believe me or not, I'll... Ah!" The trembling at the end was her soft moan of pain.

"Mrs. Mei..."

"W-what..."

"I went to a brothel tonight."

"what!"

"Your massage technique is better than mine."

"Th-that's... um, is that the important point?"

"The key point is that Eri Fuka helped me."

"?"

"Haha, that's why I said that Eri Fukamoto is starting to like me."

"Be gentle..."

Do you like it?

"I like it, I love it..."

Fujiwara Izaya held Kawashima Miki's swaying waist gently, his cheek rubbing against her body.

Mrs. Mei's eyes were half-closed, her gaze hazy and unfocused. She didn't utter a single word of rebuttal, seemingly having been "forced to confess." Fujiwara Izaya's gaze fell upon her rosy lips and the blush on her pretty face. Her clear, beautiful eyes, framed by slender eyebrows, were looking at him with captivating charm. She possessed the allure of a charming young woman, exuding a hundred kinds of allure.

With her husband watching, Kawashima Miki leaned forward and asked for a kiss.

Fujiwara Izaya kissed her.

Mrs. Mei is like a jar of fine wine; every smile and frown exudes charm, carrying the fragrance of wine... and the feeling of having plenty of wine is truly refreshing!

A breeze swept across the terrace, causing the laurel tree to sway gently.

Petals fell onto the lake's surface, shattering the reflection of the moon in the water, and causing ripples to spread across the lake.

Some petals drifted in through the sheer fabric, landing on Kawashima Miki's shoulders, hair, and cuffs. In the dim light, she breathed softly, savoring the afterglow, a smile playing on her lips. It was a languid, contented smile, as if she were listening to the overflowing joy within herself, a joy only she could hear.

Fujiwara Izaya lay on his side, holding her tightly and refusing to let go.

Lying on the terrace, the sheer fabric partially covered their bodies like a blanket.

Inside the blankets, the couple's skin was pressed together, feeling each other's warmth.

"Don't come back so late in the future," Kawashima Miki said softly.

"Thank you for your hard work. I'll try to make more time to help you in the future," Fujiwara Izaya replied softly.

"You only know how to coax me, you never actually do anything." Kawashima Miki's little feet gently stepped on his instep. In the moonlight shining into the terrace, her shimmering little ankles were covered with clean, delicate lines.

The little gesture of kicking her husband with her foot in the dark was incredibly sweet and romantic.

“You always say I’m just flattering you, but actually I’ve done everything I’ve told you.” Fujiwara Rinya grabbed a light veil and covered their heads together. He pinched her chin, stared at her face for a while, and then laughed and asked, “Your mindset is just like your body – you’re never satisfied.”

"What woman would complain about having too many?" Kawashima Miki's beautiful face still retained a blush.

"I really suffer because of my gender!" Fujiwara Izaya complained.

“Husband…” Kawashima Miki nuzzled his arm.

“Oh, right, Riho just arrived…” As he spoke, Fujiwara Izaya smiled slyly, a clean and mischievous smile like that of a prankster boy, “She saw everything you were doing just now.”

Kawashima Miki's pretty face immediately tightened.

Looking to the side, I saw Yukino Riho carrying food and drinks, strolling back to the terrace with the air of a noble lady.

“Mrs. Riho, she just ate something secretly,” Fujiwara Izaya complained.

"Hey, you bastard, why didn't you say so sooner..." Kawashima Miki quickly covered her face with her hands.

Her long, flowing hair cascaded to the floor, and overwhelmed with shame, she wanted to bury herself in it. In this respect, Mrs. Mei was relatively conservative; on her wedding night, she covered herself with the blanket and didn't look at Fujiwara Izaya or Yukino Riho once.

The same goes for Yukino Riho.

After putting the food down, she lowered her head.

As she walked over, she noticed the terrace from afar.

Yokai have excellent eyesight, and from across the corridor, Yukino Riho spotted Kawashima Miki. Her voluptuous body was half-reclined beneath her, the hem of her shrine maiden's dress billowing up to her waist. Her shoulders were exposed, and a seductive smile graced her smooth, beautiful face.

The intermittent sounds at night resembled raindrops falling on the eaves, a continuous, clear, and pleasant tinkling. Hiding in the shadows, Yukino Riho listened for a long time, her body gradually warming as if a cold piece of jade had been held in someone's hand.

Even now, when she sits down, she can still hear the faint, lingering sound in her ears.

Fujiwara Izaya sat down next to her, hugged her, and said, "Become a Yuki-onna (snow woman)."

A stupid woman wouldn't do that.

But the Snow Woman is different.

Yuki-onna can become proactive due to her constitution.

"Is it here..." Yukino Riho half-closed her eyes, her slender, delicate fingers resting on her belt.

Of course.

"it is good……"

Yukino Riho closed her eyes completely, her long, slender eyelashes like reeds swaying in the wind.

A sudden icy wind arose.

Layers of clouds drift across the sky, with the moon moving among them.

Yukino Riho, now transformed into a snow woman, glanced at Fujiwara Izaya with her icy blue eyes.

“It’s my turn…” she said expressionlessly, tossing her long hair behind her shoulder and gently tucking her clothes with her fingers. Her rounded shoulders, covered in a layer of frost, were revealed. She was like an ice fairy who had fallen to earth, disheveled but exuding charm.

Kawashima Miki parted her fingers slightly to look this way.

The ethereal moonlight streamed in, bathing the two of them in a holy silver glow… The scene was so beautiful and blissful. Yukino Riho wore an elegant, fitted sky-blue yukata with an open neckline. With each sway of her body, a line of red lace would flash past, like a vein of vibrant cinnabar.

Her fingers were twirling Fujiwara Izaya's hair, her eyes closed, the tips of her ears trembling slightly, as if she were listening to something. Her gently trembling eyelashes were like night-blooming jasmine buds waiting to open in the darkness, ready to burst forth with fragrance at any moment.

Kawashima Miki smiled, revealing a delicate and charming demeanor.

Even the emotionless Yuki-onna fell for it... My appearance just now was definitely not shameful.

Chapter 182. Meeting the Chairman of the Board of Directors in Kamakura

October arrived as scheduled.

After the rain shower, the sky cleared up.

The cawing of crows, along with the sunlight streaming through the curtains, reached my senses.

"Ah~"

Fujiwara Izaya yawned and opened his eyes from the bed.

With his increasingly acute hearing, he could vaguely hear the sounds of bicycles in the distance, people talking, weather forecasts on the radio, and perhaps even the sound of toasting bread. Of course, the sound that brought him the most happiness was the breathing of his young and beautiful wife nestled close to him as he slept soundly.

He exerted force with his hand.

He pulled the naked Mrs. Mei into his arms.

Kawashima Miki's eyelids twitched slightly twice.

She must have woken up, but she didn't open her eyes.

“Wake up, madam…” Fujiwara Izaya put his arm around her waist and buried his face in her hair. “The surgery was a success. You’ve become a boy now.”

Kawashima Miki opened her eyes instantly.

Subconsciously, he touched his upper and lower body with both hands to identify the important parts.

"Whoo~"

relieved.

Then, she glared angrily at Fujiwara Izaya with a strong sense of morning grumpiness. She struggled to break free from his embrace, sat up groggily, rubbed her eyes, sniffed, and looked out the window.

Today is a bright autumn day, with the vibrant morning light washing over every corner of the world.

"Such beautiful weather, we can't waste it." Fujiwara Izaya pulled his hand.

Kawashima Miki leaned into his arms, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Fujiwara Izaya's fingertips slowly slid along the groove of her back.

She slightly raised her gaze, her round face full of charm, and smiled without saying a word.

Just as she woke up, her beautiful, oval face and alluring, flower-bud-like lips were captivating. Fujiwara Izaya leaned in with his lips, and Kawashima Miki affectionately pressed his head onto the pillow before lowering her head to kiss him.

She gently bumped her forehead against Fujiwara Izaya's forehead.

"You're so energetic so early in the morning?"

"Reporting to Madam, the recovery is progressing well. The energy bar is now at full capacity, and we are ready to eject from the capsule at any time!" Fujiwara Izaya said, then pecked her rosy lips again.

"what!"

Kawashima Miki feigned surprise and exclaimed.

Then, as if all her strength had left her body, she slumped softly into his arms and said in a coquettish tone, "You big bad guy!"

Fujiwara Izaya hugged her tighter, his lips pressed against her rose-scented black hair: "It's Sunday, can we stay in bed all day?"

Holding her in the boy's broad embrace, Kawashima Miki was still enveloped in the afterglow of the previous encounter, her body languid, with a lingering feeling of drifting on the water.

"Sigh, it won't work..." She sighed lazily and helped Fujiwara Izaya sit up.

"Is there anything you need to do?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.

“It’s the beginning of the month today, and the Onmyōryō (the monastery of Yin and Yang) is holding a regular meeting. As the acting director, how can Asakusa Shrine have no one attending?” Kawashima Miki looked at him with a mixture of affection and reproach.

Fujiwara Izaya immediately shut up.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Kawashima Miki asked with a smile.

She was completely naked, her snow-white, full breasts drawing Fujiwara Izaya's gaze. Her jet-black hair cascaded down her shoulders and back like a waterfall, revealing her slender, supple waist and alluring, sensual lips... Fujiwara Izaya simply stared, remaining completely silent.