I have an unlimited number of shikigami

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"Miji is so cute and cuddly," Fujiwara Izaya exclaimed.

"Ok?"

Kawashima Miki looked angry, then grabbed him with feigned contempt and sneered, "You're the one who's weak now."

Fujiwara Izaya paused for a moment, then understood the implication of her words. He laughed angrily, "You've forgotten the pain once the wound has healed, haven't you? You've forgotten how you begged me for forgiveness before? What do you mean, 'Forgive Miki, Miki won't dare to do it again,' 'Let Miki go this time,' okay... Do you need me to help you remember?"

"Pooh……"

Kawashima Miki shrank back.

She glanced furiously at Yukino Riho.

In the past, when she felt she couldn't take it anymore, she would pull her younger sister Riho over to take the blame... But now, Yukino Riho turned her face away, looking like she was saying, "Don't drag me into this if you're being stubborn."

"Even Riho can't save you now!"

Fujiwara Izaya wrapped both arms around her waist.

Kawashima Miki subconsciously twisted her waist, trying to break free; this was clearly a case of feigned reluctance.

Fujiwara Izaya whispered in her ear, "I am now the Demon King, and I won't be at a disadvantage even when facing Riho."

"What are you trying to prove in front of me..." Kawashima Miki sneered.

Snapped.

Fujiwara Izaya raised his hand high and then brought it down heavily, striking her pert buttocks.

The slaps to the buttocks produced a dull sound, carrying little punitive intent but more of a teasing tone.

Kawashima Miki was suddenly hit. After a moment of stunned silence, she bit her lip and glared at Fujiwara Izaya with shame and indignation: "I'm angry!"

However, her blushing face only made Fujiwara Izaya find her extremely cute.

The captivating Spider Queen is merely a wife who gets spanked by her husband; this contrast in status is what makes her so alluring.

"Do you still dare to be so arrogant?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.

"Let me go!" Kawashima Miki turned her head away, trying her best to break free.

So he got another slap on the butt.

Kawashima Miki remained silent with a sullen face.

"How should we admit our mistake?" Fujiwara Izaya asked condescendingly.

Kawashima Miki opened her mouth, then said with extreme reluctance, "Miki knows... knows she was wrong."

Fujiwara Izaya smiled with satisfaction, cupped her small face in his hands, and slowly moved closer.

Kawashima Miki didn't dodge, but her expression carried a hint of resentment, which was very alluring.

Her lips were sealed, and she could not speak, only able to let out soft gasps.

It is gentle and charming, like a happy song hummed softly by a young girl when she is happy.

After a long while, their lips parted.

Kawashima Miki buried her face in her hair again, feeling both ashamed and angry, completely losing her previous stubbornness.

Fujiwara Izaya wrapped his arms around her fair and slender neck, their cheeks rubbing together. Kawashima Miki didn't struggle, and hugged her back, the couple embracing tightly.

Yukino Riho stared for a long time, tilted her head, and said softly, "Miki is always just stubborn, but she immediately gives in when she's kissed. It's so boring."

"..." Kawashima Miki's face was full of resentment and anger. She wanted to lash out and show the Empress's majesty, but she was afraid of being ridiculed by Fujiwara Izaya. So she hesitated and stared wide-eyed to express her dissatisfaction.

Fujiwara Izaya said softly, "Are you unhappy because you were bullied?"

Kawashima Miki snorted coldly and remained silent.

"I'll let you get back at me later." Fujiwara Izaya pinched her chubby cheeks; they felt amazing.

Kawashima Miki's expression softened, and she buried her face in Fujiwara Izaya's shoulder, letting out a soft "Mmm" through her nose: "Honey, hold Miki..."

The Jorogumo in her soft and cute state has such a sweet voice!

Fujiwara Izaya gently touched her waist with his fingers, and she couldn't help but move her body, gently nudging him with her head, indicating that it was time for him to take the next step.

“Alright, I know…” Fujiwara Izaya suddenly seemed to understand something and smiled faintly, “I need to go find the two chairmen and Oomikami, I don’t have time now…”

Kawashima Miki pouted angrily.

"I'm going out for a bit." Fujiwara Izaya stroked her long hair, his voice extremely gentle.

Kawashima Miki responded with an "oh".

She was clearly unhappy and not interested when her husband went to see another woman.

Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head and kissed her deeply again, then turned to Yukino Riho: "Please keep an eye on this little girl, Mrs. Riho."

"wait……"

Yukino Riho turned around, took out a complete set of crested haori hakama from the wardrobe, and helped him put it on.

She carefully fastened her belt before tiptoeing up to kiss Fujiwara Izaya.

Fujiwara Izaya walked to the door, then turned back to look at those two eyes, one clear and the other beautiful. He waved and flashed a bright smile: "Today I'll work hard to earn money to support my family!"

Kawashima Miki rolled her eyes at him.

Yukino Riho covered her lips with her hand and chuckled, "Work hard to earn money and buy me a sports car, even better than Meiji's Ferrari."

"Buy two!"

Fujiwara Izaya smiled triumphantly.

What a silly woman! She's every man's ideal woman... Usually quiet, virtuous, and generous, she sometimes reveals a touch of girlish charm. She's like a roadside flower, living quietly and blooming quietly.

Only when you notice her, her instantaneous burst of beauty can make your heart flutter, causing you to surrender to her and become infatuated with her...

※※※※※

In the darkness before dawn, the lights from the cruise ship's cabins formed a clear line on the sea.

Fujiwara Izaya walked down the corridor.

Feeling the abundant demonic power within him, he had a very strange feeling.

My body felt light and airy, and every step I took felt like walking on cotton. This was because I hadn't had time to adapt to the sudden and tremendous increase in strength.

Not only did his strength increase dramatically, but after becoming the Demon King, his senses also sharpened considerably, and he could even vaguely see the path to the future. It was a thick vine, with Miki and Riho, the Kasahara family and the Hoshimi family mother and daughter, Oomikami... many, many people entwined around the vine with him as the main entanglement, spreading and growing towards the distant future.

feel good.

He stretched and enjoyed the pleasant sea breeze.

"Finally, I can fly freely..."

From a very young age, he possessed the ability to soar into the sky, dive into the deep sea, and freely traverse mountains and rivers. In the secluded town, he trained with his father, and when tired, he would hide in his mother's room, refusing to come out, just like any other child. He learned to draw, studied texts, strolled hand in hand with his mother through the mountains and forests, and competed to see who could skip the most stones...

After my childhood, I spent my teenage years in Shikoku's Shiramine.

Skateboarding on the seaside road.

I like to have a race between a group of little tengu to see who can fly the highest.

Throw paper airplanes into the sky, and you'll fly along with them. Before you know it, you'll be soaring to a very, very high place, staring blankly at the pencil-shaped contrails around you.

Every evening, many tourists surf at the beach.

A stray cat squatted on the seawall, washing its face, occasionally gazing at the sea above, wondering why dogs could fly while it couldn't.

Later, my family all went to Takamagahara.

He packed his bags alone, took an overnight bus across the Seto Inland Sea, and went to Tokyo to attend school.

Living in a big city is naturally not as pleasant as living in the countryside.

In order to conceal his identity, he had to be extremely careful in everything he did.

In my first year, I met a senior with long, straight black hair, and we chatted about life under the falling cherry blossoms. In my second year, I met a junior who was a real headache, and she used me to practice mental arithmetic... To be honest, this is definitely a life that many people envy, but living under the rules of the Onmyo-ryo (Yin-Yang Dormitory) will inevitably make you feel somewhat restricted.

All of that is in the past.

From now on, with the sky high and the sea wide, he can soar freely.

"So, it seems I should thank my aunt..."

Fujiwara Izaya chuckled to himself, his nose twitching slightly.

Following the scent, he went to the top deck of the ship and pushed open a large door.

Behind the door were layers of red gauze curtains, which swayed gently in the air.

I could vaguely see neatly folded clothes by the bath, and a beautiful woman, as lovely as jade, washing herself in the clear, warm spring water. I couldn't make out who she was, only the misty steam rising from her beautiful face, so delicate and graceful.

Fujiwara Izaya moved a little closer.

Through the sheer curtains, a graceful figure could be seen sitting by the bathtub, her feet gently splashing in the water. She seemed to have finished washing up, lifting her wet hair with one hand and draping a red nightgown over herself with the other before straightening up.

Water droplets rolled down her firm, straight legs, her figure swaying gracefully.

"I am coming."

Fujiwara Izaya walked quickly inside.

Amidst the rising steam, Mrs. Kasahara, who had just finished bathing, turned around and smiled at each other.

Her long hair was loose, and her pink skin and bright red nightgown made her look as vibrant and fiery as if she were on fire.

"If I had known this would happen, I would have come over as soon as I woke up..." Fujiwara Rin said with some regret.

Mrs. Kasahara smiled radiantly: "It's not too late now."

The faint sound of water could still be heard from the bathtub.

Could it be Miko...? Fujiwara Izaya rushed in immediately.

"stop!"

A cool, clear voice came through the curtains.

It was Amaterasu's voice.