I have an unlimited number of shikigami

"Are you afraid I'll kick you out of the meeting?" Kawashima Miki asked with a smile.

As her tender, alluring eyes gazed at her young husband, she simultaneously raised her snow-white wrist, gathered her hair, and deftly tied it into a ponytail with a hairband from the bedside table. The movement of her arm made Mount Fuji appear even more majestic.

"I'm not afraid at all. I'd do anything for my wife," Fujiwara Izaya said seriously.

Kawashima Miki rolled her eyes at him.

"I know you hate crowded places, so I'll go for you. You just stay home and wait for me."

After tying her hair up, she lost some of her languid beauty, but gained a more radiant and capable air. Fujiwara Izaya was deeply moved and hugged her tightly again: "Marrying Mrs. Meiji is the greatest blessing of my life."

"You got off easy!"

Kawashima Miki looked extremely proud.

After the two entangled in bed for a while, she sat in front of the mirror and combed her hair, her back curving gracefully and alluringly.

"Bring me that dress," she said.

Which one do you want?

"Whatever, I still need to wash up later, so just wear something that covers my body at home."

Fujiwara Izaya casually picked up the bathrobe that had fallen on the floor and draped it over her back. After Kawashima Miki opened her arms and put on the bathrobe, she turned to face him and pulled open the collar of the bathrobe, revealing her fair and delicate collarbone.

"I'll show you one last time, just to make you drool," she said sweetly.

Fujiwara Izaya hugged her from behind and kissed her rounded earlobe: "While we still have time, I'll teach you a lesson first!"

"Stop messing around, I'm in a hurry to leave..." Kawashima Miki, ticklish, shrank her shoulders and pushed his face away. "I'm going to Kamakura, if you keep bothering me, I'll be late..."

"Kamakura?"

"Yes, go to Hachiman Shrine, to see Chairman Hoshimi..."

"Let me go!"

"Eh?"

Kawashima Miki turned around abruptly and stared at him with a dangerous look.

"I'm afraid you'll tire Mrs. Miki out. Let me go to these meetings that require long journeys," Fujiwara Rinya said considerately, and even kissed her soft cheek. "Lord Mountain God, I love you."

Kawashima Miki smiled coldly.

A moment later, a blood-curdling scream echoed through the room.

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After leaving the room, Fujiwara Izaya limped downstairs.

Yukino Riho was having breakfast under the wind chimes on the veranda, with Yukibo beside her, staring at her face in a daze.

I heard footsteps.

Yukino Riho turned her head to look.

In the bright morning light, Fujiwara Izaya was smiling as he watched her.

"What's wrong?" Yukino Riho noticed that his face was contorted.

"I got bitten a few times by Miki." Fujiwara Izaya walked over, clutching his groin in pain.

bite?

Yukino Riho blushed instinctively when she looked at the spot he was covering with his hands.

She bit me when she turned into a snow woman.

This is something that a snow woman could certainly do in her snow woman form, but a stupid woman couldn't. A stupid woman is just a shy, ordinary woman in her early twenties.

So cute!

"It wasn't what you think, it was a real bite!" Fujiwara Izaya's forehead was covered in sweat from the pain. "It even drew blood, I'm not kidding."

"what?"

With her face flushed, Yukino Riho realized that she had misunderstood.

Not daring to speak, she shyly closed her eyes, golden particles floating around her. Her top was snow-white, and her long skirt was emerald green; the combination of white on top and green on the bottom resembled snow-covered grass, a truly captivating sight.

"But if that's what you're thinking, then just come on." Fujiwara Izaya pulled her over.

The snow woman leaned closer curiously.

However, before Olaf could figure out what they were going to do, her owner took an ice pop and stuffed it into Olaf's mouth, preventing her from watching any longer.

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Kamakura Hachiman Shrine.

"what--"

Mrs. Kasahara stretched.

Her close-fitting shirt slid up, revealing her smooth, soft belly.

When she's alone with her best friend, her face remains as innocent and alluring as ever, her slender white fingers idly fiddling with her sunglasses. Beside her, Mrs. Hoshimi is intently practicing her spiritual cultivation.

The fingertips formed a seal, surrounded by divine power.

"Hey, Miko, you're so boring." Mrs. Kasahara came closer and played with Miko's dark hair with a smile.

Mrs. Hoshimi opened her eyes and looked at her best friend with an impatient and disgusted expression.

"Where should we go today with Fujiwara-kun..." Mrs. Kasahara twirled her long hair.

“How could that lazybones possibly come?” Mrs. Hoshimi pulled her hair back.

“It would definitely not be the case for anyone else, but with Miko, it’s not necessarily true.” Mrs. Kasahara put her arm around her best friend and whispered in her ear, “Our handsome son-in-law really likes young and beautiful single mothers-in-law.”

"Nonsense."

Mrs. Hoshimi's voice was cold and clear.

"We're almost there, let's go meet him." Mrs. Kasahara grabbed her best friend's hand and ran towards the door.

Kamakura Hachimangu Shrine was packed with tourists on the weekend.

Families, couples, children, dogs, and cats are all enjoying themselves this autumn.

The hills behind were already tinged with the red of maple leaves.

Two women of supreme power ran through the shrine beneath golden ginkgo leaves. Occasionally, a cool autumn breeze would blow, and fallen leaves would swirl around them like dandelions. Passing tourists gazed at their figures with utmost admiration, as if looking at unattainable goddesses.

Fujiwara Izaya slowly walked in through the main gate.

He wore a well-tailored suit, with a dark brown checkered handkerchief tucked into his breast pocket. His smiling, radiant demeanor made him look comically like a gentleman from the Meiji era.

From a distance, he saw the two chairpersons rushing towards him.

Mrs. Kasahara turned to Mrs. Hoshimi and said something. Fujiwara Izaya guessed that it was something like, "See, I told you he would come." After saying that, she laughed so hard that she couldn't stand up straight. Mrs. Hoshimi also covered her mouth with the back of one hand, trying not to laugh, while not forgetting to lift her skirt with the other hand.

One of them is a noble and beautiful peony.

One of them is a delicate and elegant orchid.

These two beautiful flowers frolicked among the golden ginkgo leaves, whispering secrets about the boy—when they laughed together, all the beauty of the world was concentrated in Fujiwara Izaya's eyes.

He strode towards the two chairpersons.

This is Kamakura Hachiman Shrine, a large shrine where Chairwoman Hoshimi holds absolute power. She wore a noble, bright yellow court dress, exuding a dignified and aloof air, resembling the wife of a shogun during the Edo period.

"Greetings, Chairperson!" Fujiwara Izaya bowed to her willingly.

Chairman Hoshimi released his hand and looked at him with a gentle expression.

With his head down, Fujiwara Izaya could hear the sound of her skirt trailing on the ground, and her clear voice, almost identical to that of Rinko-senpai.

"You haven't shown your face for almost a month since you came back from southern Izu," Chairman Hoshimi said casually.

"For the past month, I've been training diligently every day, all so that I could come to Kamakura to see you in my best form." Fujiwara Rinya straightened his back, exuding confidence. "The me you see now is a completely new and powerful me!"

Chairman Hoshimi smiled faintly.

Sunlight shone on the three of them, reflecting a dazzling light.

The spirited and confident young man became somewhat sexy in the eyes of his young wife. His handsome eyebrows, deep-set eyes, straight nose, and innocent lips were all pleasing to the eye, making him the perfect son-in-law.

"Hmm, haha..."

Mrs. Kasahara kept chuckling to herself, but finally couldn't hold it in any longer and buried her face in her best friend's shoulder, bursting into laughter.

"What are you laughing at?" Mrs. Hoshimi looked at her, puzzled.

"Let me tell you, for the past month, I've been going there every night..."

"Cough cough!"

Fujiwara Izaya coughed loudly.

Auntie Himeko, could you please watch the occasion when you speak?

Mrs. Kasahara then changed the subject: "I have been supervising her meditation every night for the past month."

“He has always been very diligent.” Mrs. Hoshimi smiled as she looked at the boy.

He's certainly very diligent when it comes to teasing his mother-in-law... Mrs. Kasahara rested her chin on Mrs. Hoshimi's shoulder, looking at him with a coquettish smile: "Young master, you've already greeted Chairman Hoshimi, don't you need to greet Chairman Kasahara as well?"

"Greetings, Chairman!" Fujiwara Izaya bowed respectfully.

“No, no, no, that’s not right, it’s too formal.” Mrs. Kasahara’s chin was still resting on her best friend’s shoulder. “You can do that with Miko, but you have to be more intimate with me.”

What does "closer" mean?

"Of course, a hug, my little master."

As she spoke, Mrs. Kasahara let go of her best friend and opened her arms to him in a cute "I want a hug" pose.

"You're so old, why are you still acting like a child?" Mrs. Hoshimi teased her.

However, in the next second, Fujiwara Izaya reached out his hand.

Through the delicate fabric of her blouse, he hugged Mrs. Kasahara's slender, soft body briefly, then asked helplessly, "Is this alright?"

"?"

Mrs. Hoshimi's eyes widened.