I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Fujiwara Izaya washed the dishes and went to the sofa in the living room to watch TV.

On Tokyo TV's evening news, a reporter was reporting on the flooding at Akasakamitsuke subway station and the suspension of several train lines. Seeing that it was almost time, he shouted towards the bathroom, "Madam, please hurry!"

"Okay, okay, why are you rushing me?"

Kawashima Miki shouted impatiently.

In the bathroom, somewhat agitated, she nakedly did her usual stretching exercises in the bathtub. After nearly half an hour of exhaustion, she lay in the empty tub, listening intently to the flow of her blood and the pounding of her heart.

On the small stool next to me was a glass of iced tea.

I picked it up and took a sip.

It has no taste, like having a wad of cotton stuffed in your mouth, absorbing all the flavors.

"Ugh……"

Kawashima Miki sighed.

Turn on the hot water, immerse yourself in the hot water, and close your eyes to enjoy it comfortably.

Consciousness slowly faded, and she fell back into the dream she had woven for herself.

The ruins are in full bloom with cherry blossoms.

A salty sea breeze blew in from the spring sea, instantly scattering the illusory glory of the present world.

Amidst the falling petals, one figure stood out conspicuously.

This time, Kawashima Miki clearly saw the man's face; without a doubt, it was that wretched brat.

“Little Spider,” he said, “come over here.”

Kawashima Miki approached him with spider-like legs.

Scattered petals fell on her face, hair, and bare shoulders, seemingly trying to turn her into a cherry blossom color.

"Is this the outcome you wanted?" He asked without blinking. "In other words, it's about freeing you from your constraints, allowing you to be yourself, and finding your place... is that it?"

“That’s right, I want a place to call home…” Kawashima Miki lowered her eyes, “I… I have never had a place to call home since I was born… so I want to have a place to call home.”

"If we're going to do it, then it should be the best... right?"

"Anyone would think that way; it's only natural."

Kawashima Miki said defiantly.

He stared at him coldly.

“That’s right… I think so too. You have exceptional qualities, it would be such a pity to let them fade away into the vastness of time.”

"Thank you for the compliment, but I am unworthy of it."

Kawashima Miki smiled slightly.

However, the cherry blossom petals fluttering in the air obscured her expression, making it seem as if she was crying at the same time.

In fact, the crying was real.

The sadness and bitterness are real.

Even so, Kawashima Miki still couldn't help but laugh.

Even so, what you did before was still excessive.

"If I remain silent, no one will give me a place to stay."

"So they didn't hesitate to leave behind so many corpses along the way?"

Kawashima Miki looked at his face and said, "Why are you suddenly spouting righteousness and morality? This is so unlike you. When you're with me, you'll use any means necessary to intimidate me..."

Yawen Library

"You're a bad person."

"How cunning. Why should you stand on the side of the good guy and talk to me like this..."

“Because what I’m doing,” he laughed, “allows me to stand on the side of the good guys.”

Kawashima Miki narrowed her eyes.

The brat's face became clearer and clearer in my vision.

"Kawashima Miki—"

The wind stopped.

Cherry blossom petals drifted down gently.

He turned and walked over.

Kawashima Miki's shoulders trembled, but she did not back down.

"You can't escape, just submit to me." With that, he reached out and grabbed the Spider Woman.

"you……"

For a moment, Kawashima Miki forgot about bluffing.

Such frivolity is a form of humiliation for women.

That brat loves to exploit this weakness of hers to intimidate her.

Stop.

Unable to stop.

Cherry blossoms twirl and fall.

"You are restless forces operating erratically, capable of self-generating a web of organizations, constantly generating new troublesome events. You participate in the planning, you participate in the instigation..."

"I……"

"Subjective and objective, proactive and reactive, a plan that has already been launched will endlessly generate new troubles. So in the end... the organization's plan is achieved, but conversely, you will lose a lot."

"lose……"

"Losing everything..."

“No…” Kawashima Miki shook her head. Amidst the fluttering cherry blossoms, she stubbornly said, “That wasn’t losing them, it was just being abandoned by me, being driven away by me!”

"Then why are you so fearful?" he asked sternly. "You... are actually deeply grieved. So many of your people have died, and so many unrelated strangers have been implicated..."

"I……"

Kawashima Miki suddenly felt very sad.

Because, although she has countless faces with different personalities, her inner feelings are always the same.

At this moment, the little devil said in a tone that was hard to tell whether it was advice or resignation: "Are you going to continue doing what you used to do? To be honest, I don't care whether you are sad or in pain in the future. You are very capable and smart, and I will be obsessed with you. It's just that if this continues for a long time... you will break down."

After saying that, the little devil fell silent.

Kawashima Miki also laughed.

“Yes,” she said, “I might as well… take your advice.”

Before the little devil could speak, she added, "But you have to say something considerate first..."

The sound was carried away by the spring breeze.

Although the little devil didn't hear clearly, he understood what she meant, so he nodded.

Beneath the blooming cherry blossoms, Kawashima Miki donned a new cherry-colored dress, her vision filled only with the dancing petals.

"Things have come to this, but I will not admit defeat in front of you. I will live stronger than you, stronger than anyone else. Because..."

She said quietly and resolutely, "...This is the principle of the Jorogumo."

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"what--"

"You bastard, don't touch my butt—"

In the steamy heat, Kawashima Miki splashed around in the bathtub.

She swallowed a few mouthfuls of her own bathwater, choked, and coughed violently before finally coming to her senses. Leaning against the edge of the bathtub, she recalled the contents of her dream while staring at the bathroom chandelier.

"Really..." she muttered, "Kawashima Miki, how could you convince yourself to give it away for free!"

But since things have come to this point, it seems there's nothing left to dwell on.

From now on, I should accept him more, Kawashima Miki thought. I should understand his thoughts and hug him tightly.

Anyway, this is something I've been longing for.

Even if it's just for a moment, it's enough to feel at ease.

Thinking this, Kawashima Miki took a deep breath.

I felt empty inside, a mix of relief and sadness. The bright lights above me shone down, as radiant as the first summer in my memory.

Stepping out of the bathtub, Kawashima Miki absentmindedly combed her hair, put on makeup, and applied brightly colored lipstick in front of the mirror.

"Hey..." she peeked out and asked, "What kind of clothes do you want me to wear?"

"Business attire!" Fujiwara Izaya answered without hesitation. "Sexy lingerie and stockings, black high heels with red soles, preferably with a sophisticated hairstyle, and a pair of elegant gold-rimmed glasses."

"……abnormal!"

Kawashima Miki blushed and muttered a curse under her breath.

Wrapped in a bathrobe, she came out of the bathroom and walked into the large walk-in closet. She bent over slightly, her plump, snow-white buttocks sticking out high, and stretched her two slender, long legs into the stockings one after the other. Then she straightened up and raised them all the way to the middle of her thighs, flicking the stockings with her fingers.

Next, put on the bra, fasten the garter belt straps to the lace crotch area around the waist, and finally tug at the crotch area a few times to adjust the position.

Her movements were so elegant and graceful, yet undeniably sexy and alluring.

After putting on her socks and underwear, Kawashima Miki blushed and glanced back into the living room. Without saying a word, she changed into the silk blouse hanging in the closet—the thin, almost translucent kind. Then she put on her skirt and swayed and twisted her hips a few times in front of the mirror.

"I'm so beautiful!"

After giving herself a compliment, Kawashima Miki bent down again, retrieved a pair of open-back black high heels with red soles from the shoe cabinet, and put them on her small feet in black stockings. Then, she straightened her clothes and hair, gracefully turned around, and began practicing her expressions in front of the mirror.

He reminisced about Faye Dunaway's look in "The Web" while striking a cool pose.

Like a cold, sharp knife.