I have an unlimited number of shikigami

More realistic than a dream, clearer than the future.

Fujiwara Izaya stepped through the door and hugged her.

Who cares about the risks? Right now, all he wants is to enjoy a comfortable time with his wife.

The torrential rain was blocked by the shed, and the rain was pattering overhead.

Countless sprays of rain mist, like droplets, filled the narrow, north-south forest. Although raindrops occasionally pattered on his trousers, he felt incredibly warm holding Mrs. Mei.

Kawashima Miki held him in one arm and used a handkerchief to wipe the rain off his face with the other.

Occasionally, she would look up at the sky outside, her nostrils twitching as if sensing unknown dangers. Fujiwara Izaya, however, paid no heed to any of that, simply holding his breath and nestled close to her.

in the dark.

They could feel each other's warm, moist breath.

Nestled together, listening intently to the sounds of rain and other noises, Fujiwara Izaya felt an overwhelming sense of nostalgia.

"If only you could always be this obedient." Kawashima Miki cupped his chin.

Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but smile: "Was I not well-behaved before?"

"You and 'Good Girl' are completely unrelated!" Kawashima Miki said coquettishly, then said with a smile, "How about I give you a chance to show off tonight?"

"Now!" Fujiwara Izaya pulled her back.

The lights illuminated the rainwater in the corridor.

A gust of wind swept by, creating ripples on the water's surface, shimmering with light.

The heavy rain poured down in different places, making various sounds, and Kawashima Miki's playful mood was aroused. She took off her high heels, held them in her hand, and stepped through the puddles with her stockinged feet, splashing water all the way.

Her wet dress clung to her body, and she held up the hem with one hand, occasionally splashing water on Fujiwara Izaya's feet with her foot.

Instead of returning to their room, the two of them slipped into a storage room halfway there.

The damp air drifted in from the dirty clutter.

The door wasn't locked. Kawashima Miki sat on a table, one leg propped against the door with the toe. Fujiwara Izaya put one high heel on her other foot, leaving the other on the dusty floor. The leather curve of the shoe's toe was as smooth as some part of her body.

The lightning and thunder grew increasingly intense.

The storage room was steamy, and both of them were covered in sweat.

Kawashima Miki's dark curly hair cascaded down her back, and her bare arms were remarkably slender.

"You bastard," she cursed breathlessly, "you're really agile!"

"Don't move, Madam." Fujiwara Ryaya supported one of her legs. "I need to push harder."

"I'm truly impressed by you; you really are a celestial dog."

"You're the same! You can really eat. No wonder you're a spider!"

"I'll bite you to death."

Kawashima Miki bit down on his neck.

Sharp teeth pierced the skin and swallowed a mouthful of blood.

Fujiwara Izaya let her drink her fill.

For him, blood was a renewable resource, but for Mrs. Miki, royal blood was a great tonic. Jorogumo herself was the kind of yokai with hunting genes; when emotionally charged, she couldn't control her instincts and wanted to consume him. Such a sensual and pleasurable scene, Fujiwara Izaya wouldn't refuse.

After a while.

Kawashima Miki looked up at him and smiled, her smile as faint as the last ray of sunset glow on the evening tide.

She opened her arms wide, giving off a "do whatever you want" vibe.

"How did your chat with your aunt go?" Fujiwara Ryaya helped her back up again.

"Ah!" Kawashima Miki, who was sitting upright, leaned back slightly. "I thought you wouldn't ask."

"I'm definitely curious."

"Yeah~"

The soft cry, like a feather, tickled Fujiwara Izaya's ears.

Kawashima Miki suddenly placed her hands on his shoulders and said in a sweet breath, "Tie me up."

"?" Fujiwara Izaya blinked.

At the same time, a white thread emerged from between the couple and coiled around her body.

The incredibly resilient spider silk first bound her hands behind her back, then coiled around her again and again with a subtle technique, the knots connecting one to another. Next, the silk wrapped around her chest several times from behind, making her appear even more slender. Finally, one end of the silk was tied to one of her calves, and the other end was looped around to the hook of the ceiling fan, suspending one of her legs high in the air.

Fujiwara Izaya stared wide-eyed.

Mrs. Mei, who is usually shy with her husband, has never been so bold before.

"I'll grant you this one time."

Kawashima Miki said in a slightly breathless voice.

Her gorgeous gown, like the most beautiful butterfly, partially concealed her snow-white skin.

Fujiwara Izaya pulled her into a tight embrace and pressed his lips to hers.

Kawashima Miki stood with her hands behind her back, one leg trembling: "I'm smitten by Chestnut's words."

"I see..." Fujiwara Izaya inhaled the scent of her sweat, his lips kissing her slender, fair neck. "If you're tempted, then so be it. She won't scheme against you anyway..."

Kawashima Miki raised her neck.

Her beautiful little mouth was half-open, her breath hot.

The alluring elasticity of her abdomen, like a flower blooming from fleshy pulp, gave Fujiwara Izaya a twisted, seductive feeling. At that moment, Mrs. Miki's heart was firmly occupied by him; a subtle, lightning-like connection passed between them... a sweet experience she could never forget.

"Kuriko wants Tamamo-no-Mae's body."

"I want too."

"what?"

"...I also wish my aunt had Tamamo-no-Mae's body."

Kawashima Miki turned her pretty face to that side, agreeing with him: "A fox and a tengu are a good match."

"You can get jealous even at a time like this?" Fujiwara Izaya teased her.

Kawashima Miki trembled as she turned to face him.

It felt like an electric current had instantly struck my brain.

Her snow-white skin was covered with fine beads of sweat, her pretty face flushed, exuding an indescribable allure and charm.

A thin spider silk swayed in the air.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and occasionally someone would rush by. Two security guards patrolled the area with flashlights. One of them looked curiously at the storage room, his face almost pressed against the glass.

"There seems to be some movement inside."

"Don't be ridiculous. This ship is full of important people. Who would come to this filthy storeroom?"

"But I really heard a woman scream."

"It might be the Spider Woman's temptation; once you step in, you'll fall into her web."

"If you talk about this, I won't be sleepy anymore..."

The footsteps faded into the distance.

Kawashima Miki held her breath for a long time before letting out a heavy sigh.

"Whoo~"

"That scared me to death!"

Fujiwara Izaya wrapped his arms around her waist, savoring the softness of her waist, and buried his face in her neck.

"Let me rest for a bit." Kawashima Miki shrank back as if ticklish.

"It smells good."

"It doesn't smell as good as your Kasahara mother."

"Have you smelled it?"

“Never smelled it.” Kawashima Miki laughed as she loosened the spider silk binding her. “But if it doesn’t smell good, why are you calling her ‘Mom’ so enthusiastically?”

“My mother-in-law.” Fujiwara Izaya took her small hand in his.

Both of her slender wrists bore rings of marks from the straps, a shocking sight.

"That's wonderful," Fujiwara Izaya said, pressing his lips to her palm. "Is this really the only time you can reward me with this?"

"uh-huh?"

Kawashima Miki made a seductive and alluring sound through her nose.

The loose-fitting dress partially covered her body, making her look glamorous and extravagant.

"Will you agree or not?" Fujiwara Izaya asked, burying his face in her palm.

"No, no..." Kawashima Miki squeezed his face hard with both hands.

Fujiwara Izaya raised his face: "I'm going to use force now."

"Are you going to torture me into confessing?" Kawashima Miki's voice was soft and sweet, her eyes alluring.

Their lips suddenly pressed together.

Subsequently, Kawashima Miki issued a muffled protest.

Her hands gradually rested on Fujiwara Izaya's body, her hair fell down, covering his hair, and her beautiful lips pressed against his lips. Her face was devoid of thought; between her and Fujiwara Izaya, there was only complete relaxation, an inseparable bond.

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In a certain room, Xia Xili finished taking a shower and carefully combed her hair in front of the bathroom mirror.

She slipped on pantyhose, put on a silk shirt, and then donned a black latex suit. Standing in front of the full-length mirror by the door, she turned to check that her outfit was flawless.

Doesn't she look a bit like Eri Fukamoto?

She remembered this question.