I have an unlimited number of shikigami

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The lamplight was dim, and the candlelight flickered.

When Fujiwara Izaya woke up, he looked at his hands and saw that his injuries had healed.

He turned his gaze and immediately saw Kawashima Miki, who was sitting sideways on the edge of the bed, dozing off.

I guess I was worried sick beforehand; it seems like she's doing something wicked.

Xiu Mei's expression shifted between frowning and relaxing, her body occasionally shuddering violently, her voluptuous figure threatening to slip to the ground. Fujiwara Izaya quickly reached out and pulled her into his arms.

"Um……"

Kawashima Miki frowned.

Her little hands were ice cold.

When Fujiwara Izaya held it, it felt like he was holding a piece of ice.

As if sensing something in her sleep, Kawashima Miki reached out and grabbed him, their hands clasped together. Then, her slightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, her sleeping expression becoming more peaceful, but her hand remained tightly clenched, unwilling to let go.

In the dimly lit room, only one candle was burning.

The candlelight cast a dim glow, making the walls appear slightly yellow.

Fujiwara Izaya glanced out the window; it was still pitch black, and the stars were dim.

I glanced at my watch; it was past four in the morning.

Feeling like he could sleep a little longer, he held Kawashima Miki's soft body, feeling more comfortable than ever before.

I heard a soft sound of a door opening.

Turning my head, I saw Yukino Riho walk in.

She was also wearing that blue and white gradient dress, white... (To be continued...)

Her collar was embroidered with delicate floral patterns, and a sash was tied around her waist, accentuating her figure. The dim candlelight in the room made her appear like a half-open snow lotus, serene and pure, with innocence and allure blending perfectly.

"Riho," Fujiwara Izaya called out.

"Oh, you're finally awake..."

Yukino Riho immediately ran over, her eyes filled with all the tenderness in the world.

Although her figure wasn't as exaggeratedly good as Mrs. Mei or Chairman Li's, she was still quite petite and beautiful, and her skin was the best, so delicate and smooth that it seemed as if it could be broken with a touch. Her small ears were especially adorable.

"I just woke up," Fujiwara Izaya replied with a smile.

Yukino Riho came to the bedside, took off her shoes, and snuggled up to him.

"Ok?"

Kawashima Miki's sleep was disturbed, and she slowly woke up.

Her skirt was now half-undone, and her snow-white, plump thighs were draped over Fujiwara Izaya's legs.

Her long, dark hair fell gracefully over her shoulders and onto her chest, her sleepy face radiating a慵懒 and alluring charm.

Seeing Fujiwara Izaya smilingly sizing her up, Kawashima Miki subconsciously snorted to express her displeasure.

Fujiwara Izaya reached out and put his arm around her waist, resting his head on her neck and gently brushing his nose against her soft hair: "Mrs. Meiji, are you crying?"

For a moment, Kawashima Miki's mind raced, countless emotions flashing across her pretty face. She closed her eyes again, her eyelashes trembling, her heart in turmoil. Finally, she gave a cold snort and said disdainfully, "You're already being clumsy as soon as your injury heals. How come you're just like those rich young masters?"

Fujiwara Izaya hugged her and said with a grin, "With a wife like you, who can be serious?"

"Let's get a divorce tomorrow!" Kawashima Miki said bitterly.

"Okay, I was wrong..." Fujiwara Izaya said softly, "Don't be afraid, I'm fine."

"Get out of the way!" Kawashima Miki gently pushed him away.

Yukino Riho smiled gently.

Watching the two bicker was one of the things that made her happiest.

"I'm really fine, look..." Fujiwara Izaya flicked his finger, and a golden demonic flame leaped from his fingertip.

Under the unprecedentedly powerful demonic energy, Kawashima Miki's eyes reddened, and her voice became hoarse as she said, "Strength gained through injury is worse than having none at all..."

Fujiwara Izaya immediately withdrew his demonic power and kissed her brow: "Madam is so cute."

Kawashima Miki's face flushed slightly as she snapped, "I told you not to talk, did you hear me?"

Fujiwara Rin also fell silent, simply watching her quietly.

His clothes were already tattered beyond recognition, but he still smiled brightly, which was very reassuring, and his gaze never left Kawashima Miki.

She was still wearing that purple dress, her delicate feet bare, the dress somewhat disheveled, and it didn't even cover her rounded shoulders.

Fujiwara Izaya thought that Mrs. Mei was truly beautiful, and the more he looked at her, the more beautiful she became. This beauty wasn't just in her appearance, but in every aspect of her being close to perfection. The aura she exuded at this moment was completely different from when he first met her. The frustration and negativity in her eyes had long since dissipated, and now she was like a willow sprouting new buds in winter, radiant at all times.

"...What's so strange about me?" Kawashima Miki felt a little uncomfortable being stared at, and forgot all about getting angry.

Fujiwara Izaya nodded quickly: "Mrs. Mei is very beautiful."

“Then…” Kawashima Miki paused, then suddenly pointed at Yukino Riho, “Is Mrs. Miki prettier or Mrs. Riho prettier?”

"..."

"Ok?"

Kawashima Miki looked determined not to back down.

Yukino Riho chuckled softly and secretly reached out to pinch Fujiwara Izaya's thigh, signaling him to quickly comply with Kawashima Miki's wishes.

Upon receiving the message, Fujiwara Izaya immediately replied, "Of course, Mrs. Mei is the prettiest!"

"Humph!"

Kawashima Miki responded indifferently.

Her attitude was very impatient, but a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, like a gentle breeze.

The couple gazed at each other silently, one pair of eyes as calm as inkstone, the other as clear as blue water, their reflections both sharp and dreamlike.

After a while, (This chapter is not finished, click the next page to continue)

Fujiwara Izaya asked with a smile, "Am I good-looking too?"

"Not at all!" Kawashima Miki pouted.

A moment later, her eyes reddened again, and tears fell in a series of pattering drops onto her purple skirt, shattering into glistening petals.

"Why are you crying again?" Fujiwara Izaya cupped her cheeks.

Kawashima Miki grabbed his wrist, leaned forward, and suddenly wrapped her arms tightly around his body.

"Ugh...you worried me to death," she said, pressing her head tightly against Fujiwara Izaya's shoulder, never wanting to let go. "I've known you for so long, and this is the first time I've ever seen you hurt...Waaah, aren't you supposed to be so amazing? Why did you make me worry..."

"Okay, don't cry..."

Fujiwara Izaya patted her back and softly murmured her name.

At this time, Mrs. Mei was not mature or composed at all, and had no empress-like demeanor. She was just a little girl who was overly fearful.

"By the way, Mrs. Mei wants to know how strong I am now?"

Kawashima Miki's thoughts were still somewhat scattered, but she consciously whispered, "Okay."

At this moment, her complexion was much better, gentle and radiant like red jade.

Fujiwara Izaya suddenly lowered his head and kissed her lips.

"Ugh... what is this..." Kawashima Miki's body instinctively protested, her hands struggling symbolically for a moment before ceasing to resist. As her body gradually softened, her gentle gaze fell upon the boy's handsome face.

Chapter 205. Let Amaterasu take the surname "Fujiwara" from her husband!

As soon as her lips were released, Kawashima Miki immediately curled up, her loose hair obscuring her sweet and shy oval face.

Fujiwara Izaya had one arm around her waist and the other hand gently around Yukino Riho's shoulder.

Yukino Riho slowly approached.

Her brows were as serene as a painting, and her eyes were as clear as an empty mountain after a fresh rain.

"I'm sorry to have worried you," he said with a light laugh.

"It's alright..." Yukino Riho's lips curled up slightly. "I was really worried when I saw you covered in blood, but Madam said you just fainted from exhaustion, so I'm relieved."

Fujiwara Izaya's hand covered her face, touching her smooth, silky black hair.

Yukino Riho covered his hands with both of hers, smiling serenely: "It's just a minor injury, you can't do it again."

"Mrs. Riho, give me a kiss," Fujiwara Izaya requested.

Yukino Riho gritted her teeth, glanced furtively at Kawashima Miki who was looking down, and then squinted her eyes and brought her lips closer.

It's cool and soft, with a faint, pleasant fragrance.

She is a snow woman... Her legs are beautiful, and her body and mind are flawless. The moment Fujiwara Izaya touched her lips, he immediately felt all her softness.

The air became humid.

Yukino Riho leaned half her body against him, her face slightly flushed, her usually elegant features now tinged with a delicate beauty. Her eyes were like rippling lake water, utterly captivating. In this moment, the two were transported back to that night in the hidden town, surrounded by fluttering cherry blossoms and boisterous singing and dancing. In the tranquil yet bustling night, her eyes were only for him.

As they were kissing, Fujiwara Izaya felt his waist being twisted.

After releasing Yukino Riho, he looked down and saw Kawashima Miki glaring at him angrily.

Mrs. Mei is being jealous again.

"Was it only Miki who cried?" Fujiwara Izaya asked Yukino Riho with amusement.

Kawashima Miki blushed.

Yukino Riho said with a smile, "Yes, she's the only one who cried. This spider has such a soft heart..."

“It’s cuter to say it’s just a girlish heart.” Fujiwara Izaya held onto Kawashima Miki’s waist to prevent her from escaping, teasing her as he did so. “On the surface, she’s a glamorous and popular empress, but in reality, she’s a lovestruck little girl… She cries and whines over the slightest injury her husband gets, acting like the sky is falling…”

Kawashima Miki blushed, her pretty face filled with embarrassment and anger.

She tilted her head back and said to Fujiwara Izaya with resentment, "Who was worried about you? Don't be shameless... You, you've gone too far!"

Some of the girls' sulky expressions made her even cuter.