I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Kasahara Mieri was having a hard time, and Fujiwara Izaya in the next room was having a similar experience.

He lay flat on the bed.

His head was held between Mrs. Mei's thighs on either side.

Where's my breakfast?

"Uh, well... you might not believe it."

"Speak first."

"I brought my breakfast downstairs, and then I saw a mermaid on the sea..."

"And then you fed my breakfast to the mermaid?"

"Haha, a mermaid, how rare... I just got carried away on a whim."

Kawashima Miki narrowed her eyes slightly.

A dangerous aura, like that of a spider hunting its prey, emanated from her eyes.

"Miki, go easy on me." Yukino Riho's gloating voice came from the bathroom.

Fujiwara Izaya blinked innocently.

Kawashima Miki snorted coldly.

Her already large eyes widened even further, looking like a pair of small copper bells.

"Go easy on me," Fujiwara Izaya warned, then covered his head.

"I'll beat you to death, you bastard!"

Kawashima Miki didn't hold back and punched him hard from both sides.

She was genuinely a little angry.

It wasn't because I was jealous, but because I was angry at his recklessness.

That shout just now most likely gave away his identity.

She had been working tirelessly for over a month, and the future of Asakusa Shrine had just been paved, but now it had all been disrupted.

After obediently accepting a scolding, Fujiwara Izaya reached out and gently kneaded her rounded earlobe through the gaps in her disheveled hair. The earlobe, like her delicate lips, radiated the same pinkish glow.

"Don't give me that!" Kawashima Miki straightened her back naturally and opened her lips slightly to breathe.

The legs are still putting in effort.

Fujiwara Izaya's face was squashed.

She was wearing a mini skirt with a small opening. When her legs were spread apart, the skirt naturally became very tight, and the pattern inside her casual tights was faintly visible.

Fujiwara Izaya wrapped his other arm around her waist.

Kawashima Miki cursed as she pulled her legs back and straightened them, then bent over.

The comfortable sensation from her earlobe gradually flushed her face, making her complexion resemble a light layer of rouge applied to white porcelain.

"Mrs. Mei is so beautiful."

"You just finished being intimate with Eri and now you're trying to appease me? You think I don't know? You smell like Eri all over!"

"That's your nose's fault!" Fujiwara Rinya pressed his nose against her neck and sniffed sharply. "Besides, her scent is nowhere near as rich as Mrs. Mei's rose fragrance."

"You're making me sound so cliché and disgusting. Just shut up..."

Despite her constant cursing, Kawashima Miki wrapped her arms around his lower back and embraced him intimately.

"I'll complete the formalities later and transfer the Asakusa Shrine to your name."

"what?"

"To have a backup plan in case I have to leave the Onmyodo."

"I don't want to!" Kawashima Miki bit his shoulder, angrily saying, "You can't do things that Mrs. Miki forbids!" Then, she suddenly tightened her grip, holding Fujiwara Izaya tightly. "Asakusa Shrine belongs to both of us. You're the priest and I'm the shrine maiden. If you don't want it, neither do I..."

"Hey, hey, hey, don't be so wavering! What about your dream of becoming a shrine maiden?"

"No way! I'll follow you wherever you go. Don't even think about abandoning me to guard the family business while you go off and have your own affairs."

"I'm not that bad!" Fujiwara Izaya ran his fingers through her black hair.

"Heh, who would believe you?" Kawashima Miki raised her head slightly, a charming smile on her face, and said, "Fujiwara Izaya, you've openly concentrated your entire harem on one ship, and you still say you're not such a scumbag?"

“That’s a different matter,” Fujiwara Izaya explained helplessly. “Besides, it wasn’t me who made them all get together. You have to blame your aunt for this.”

“Since you can encounter such good fortune even without any intention of it, then I can’t help but keep an eye on you,” Kawashima Miki said as if she had just realized something.

"Is this what you call good fortune with women?"

"Isn't this considered good fortune?"

"...Thinking about it carefully, it really is true." Even the scumbag Fujiwara Izaya couldn't bring himself to say anything idealistic at this moment.

Kawashima Miki stared straight at him, her expression calm and captivating: "Anyway, I just want to stay by your side, don't even think about abandoning me!"

Fujiwara Izaya inhaled her fragrance: "I can't do without Mrs. Meiji either."

“That’s more like it.” Kawashima Miki smiled sweetly.

Then she suddenly had a bad idea. She curled up and, like a child, tightly gripped Fujiwara Izaya's collar with both hands, whispering to him, "How about you transfer the shrine to Riho's name?"

“Riho can’t handle it,” Fujiwara Izaya refused.

“No problem,” Kawashima Miki said coquettishly, shaking his collar. “If Riho can’t handle it, you can ask Fuka Eri for help. Fuka Eri grew up at Tokyo Daijingu Shrine and knows everything about the Onmyōryō. She also has influence in the government. She’ll definitely do a better job than me.”

Fujiwara Izaya suppressed a laugh: "Then why not just give it to Fuka Eri?"

“Hmm… Eri Fuka, uh, her personality is too aloof.” Kawashima Miki racked her brains for a reason. “Riho, on the other hand, is quieter and more suitable for greeting customers in the front. Eri Fuka is the one who strategizes behind the scenes…”

Fujiwara Izaya held her, propped himself up, and bit her earlobe, saying, "If I give it to Fuka Eri directly, Riho can come with me, right? Only by giving it to Riho and keeping Fuka Eri occupied can you enjoy it all by yourself, right?"

My little scheme was exposed.

Kawashima Miki snorted, then touched a strand of hair behind her ear as if to hide her guilt: "Who wants to enjoy you all by themselves? Don't you even know how annoying you are? A great beauty like me is willing to stay with you, and you're not only moved to tears, but you're also nitpicking. Believe me or not, I'll sew your mouth shut and make you a mute husband..."

Mrs. Mei, with her sharp tongue but kind heart, is just that adorable.

Fujiwara Izaya hopes she will always be cute.

Otherwise, there will be far less fun teasing her in the future.

The bathroom door opened quietly.

Wearing a brand-new dress and gradient high heels, Yukino Riho walked over gently.

The dress, designed by Izaya Fujiwara himself, was not glamorous; in fact, it could be described as simple.

The neckline wasn't low-cut, only slightly revealing the cleavage. The back wasn't overly exposed either, only her shoulder blades were visible. Like her shoes, the long dress featured a blue-to-white gradient; the upper body was snowflake-white, the color flowing downwards, gradually blending into the blue from the waist and hips until the hem, reaching her ankles, became a deep, ocean-like blue.

The shoes are the same.

Starting with the pristine white of the toe, the color gradually transitions to the deep blue of the heel.

Even the matching stockings under the skirt were a different color, gradually darkening from the cuff down to a deep blue at the ankle.

To be discerning, the clothes are merely average, but on Riho, they perfectly accentuate her charm. The white parts are fresh, elegant, and pure—this is the essence of the Snow Woman from the beginning. The gradually changing blue hues convey a sense of maturity, like a newlywed wife, culminating in a deep blue that transforms her into the Riho of today—a sweet core as unwavering as the vast ocean!

"Does it look good?" Yukino Riho twirled gracefully.

Fujiwara Ryūya immediately released Kawashima Miki, smiling and opening his arms to her: "My Yuki-onna is beautiful no matter what."

"That's so perfunctory." Yukino Riho wrinkled her little nose cutely.

Kawashima Miki said sourly, "It doesn't look good..."

"I'll have a set custom-made for you later," Fujiwara Izaya told her.

"Riho is amazing!" Kawashima Miki exclaimed with a beaming smile. "Come here and let your older sister take a good look at her."

"You two are truly natural enemies," Yukino Riho remarked, then obediently took off her shoes and squeezed between them. "This is the first time in my life I've worn such a beautiful dress... Will a lot of people try to chat me up if I go to the ball dressed like this?"

"Of course, if I were a man, I'd probably be killed by you in one hit." Kawashima Miki's fingers stroked her snow-white cheek.

Fujiwara Izaya also took the opportunity to reach out and move his hand around her neck, finding a chance to slip it under her collar.

"Don't move!" Yukino Riho laughed as she grabbed his hand, then shifted her body to lean against him. "Where's Miki's dress?"

Kawashima Miki laughed and lay down on her lap: "I'm wearing purple."

"Purple suits you so well, it's mysterious, elegant, and sexy. And what will Eri wear? I'm really looking forward to it. She's always smiling, so it'll be hilarious to see her in a sexy dress..."

“Let’s make fun of her together,” Kawashima Miki suggested.

Yukino Riho's eyes lit up: "You start, and I'll see if I can join in when the time is right."

"Be careful she doesn't get angry," Fujiwara Izaya warned.

Kawashima Miki rolled her eyes at him: "If you're angry, take it out on you. What does it have to do with us?"

Fujiwara Izaya threatened her with his eyes.

"Watch out, or I'll tell everyone how you schemed against Riho and Eri."

'You dare!'

Kawashima Miki met his gaze with unwavering firmness.

"Don't worry, we're all family now..." Yukino Riho turned her head and shifted to a more comfortable sleeping position. She held Fujiwara Izaya's hand to her chest and smiled gently, "Whether it's me, Miki, or Fuka Eri, we all like you very much."

“You should learn from Riho!” Fujiwara Izaya and Kawashima Miki said.

Kawashima Miki suddenly smiled knowingly: "Can you handle two snow women?"

"What's wrong with that..." Fujiwara Izaya said, forcing a smile. "Don't mention two, even ten or eight, it's just the same amount of exertion as a morning run for the Mountain God!"

“Look, Riho, you heard it, he said it himself!” Kawashima Miki smiled broadly. “He’s not satisfied with just us, he wants ten or eight more before he’ll be satisfied.”

Yukino Riho looked at Fujiwara Izaya tenderly: "It seems I can't leave you even a little bit of energy."

"?"

A question mark appeared on Fujiwara Izaya's forehead.

Female monsters are just as incomprehensible as women!

A gust of icy wind swept through the guest room, and Yukino Riho's hair turned white at a visible speed.