I have an unlimited number of shikigami

A cool and sexy career woman looks great in a formal suit.

Finally, she turned off the light and walked towards the living room with dry, shuffling steps.

"Da, da, da, da..."

The sound grew closer, crisp and loud, with a very imposing presence. Just by listening to those brisk footsteps, one could tell that the woman approaching was a cool, aloof, and ruthless career woman.

Fujiwara Izaya turned off the TV and straightened his back.

A moment later, a stunningly beautiful woman in a black business suit came into his view.

Her round, classic oval face, her elegantly styled jet-black hair piled high, her deep, sharp eyes, and her sensual red lips exuded the unique charm of a mature woman. Her figure was undeniably stunning; over 168 centimeters tall, she was almost entirely free of excess fat, with a slender waist and full, rounded breasts. Black stockings and black stiletto heels perfectly showcased her shapely hips and long, shapely legs, radiating the intellectual and capable aura of a professional woman.

"Incredible!" Fujiwara Izaya exclaimed.

Stockings, high heels, and a business suit; a pure and alluring figure paired with an aloof and icy expression—he simply couldn't resist this kind of allure.

"Humph!"

Kawashima Miki's face was frosty.

As soon as she sat down on the sofa, she crossed her arms over her chest, crossed one leg, and didn't even look at anyone.

“Madam,” Fujiwara Izaya leaned closer, “shall we start right away, or should we talk about our feelings first?”

Kawashima Miki tilted her head slightly to look out the window, seemingly watching the night rain.

It looks like we need to talk about feelings first.

"Madam, you look beautiful in that outfit." Fujiwara Rinya decided to start by flattering her.

"What's so interesting about it?" Kawashima Miki turned around, looking at him with disdain. "If you can't answer, I'll stomp you to death tonight."

“This hairstyle!” Fujiwara Izaya pointed to her hair, which was coiled at the back of her head. “It looks a bit messy, but it exudes an artistic vibe. The messy look is full of the style of Ishigami. It’s obviously designed by a professional stylist.”

Kawashima Miki leaned back on the sofa, one hand resting on the armrest, propping up her chin, and glanced at him casually: "Really?"

She was completely absorbed in her dream while combing her hair, so how could she possibly do it well?

“Really!” Fujiwara Izaya nodded vigorously. “An indescribable charm! (It’s a hairstyle that doesn’t look like it was designed at all; there’s no way to praise it.)”

Kawashima Miki subconsciously touched her hair.

Her gaze instinctively darted away for a moment, then casually returned to Fujiwara Izaya.

“And then there are these black stockings,” Fujiwara Izaya continued. “I’ve always thought that young girls should wear white stockings to look pure and cute. Mature women should wear black stockings to look mysterious and sexy. And married women should naturally wear nude stockings to look natural and gentle. Although I call Miss Meiji ‘Madam,’ you’re not actually married yet, so mysterious and sexy black stockings are the perfect match for your temperament.”

"really?"

"real!"

Kawashima Miki nodded faintly.

"Madam," Fujiwara Izaya asked, sitting down beside her, "can we begin?"

"I'm hungry!" Kawashima Miki suddenly stood up and strode towards the kitchen with light and sharp steps. Suddenly, a gust of cold wind swept by, and Fujiwara Izaya flashed in front of her. "Sit down first, I'll make you something to eat later."

"No need!" Kawashima Miki gave him a cold look.

With that, she coldly walked past Fujiwara Izaya and went into the kitchen.

"Let you pretend for now, you'll get what's coming to you later." Fujiwara Izaya teased her, took out the bag that Dark Raven had given him, and began to fiddle with the altar.

In the kitchen, Kawashima Miki took a papaya out of the refrigerator and happily scooped it out with a spoon to eat.

So refreshing!

It feels so good to give that brat a hard time!

Kawashima Miki ate with a sweet look in her eyes, which sparkled with light.

seem……

Now that the hostile relationship was over, the kid's attitude towards her wasn't so bad anymore. In other words, now that she was one of his own, wouldn't he be less rude?

correct.

Just like how we treated Kasahara Fukaeri.

His behavior was incredibly respectful.

As long as I adopt that same attitude, he will absolutely not dare to act recklessly.

Thinking about this possibility, Kawashima Miki suddenly felt like she could do it again.

However...

There should be a limit to giving someone a cold shoulder.

After all, he still had leverage over her.

One should be indifferent and detached at times, and gentle and passionate at others.

As a courtesan, Kawashima Miki knew very well that this aloof, hot-and-cold attitude was the best way to keep a man's appetite.

"Now, I, Kawashima Miki, will become a hunter once again!"

With a confident declaration, she threw the finished papaya into the trash can and returned to the living room.

In the center of the living room, an altar was set up, upon which were offered branches of red hibiscus and coins. Various ritual implements were also displayed, and hanging scrolls inscribed with mantras were displayed. The living room lights were off, with only the candlesticks on the altar flickering and dimly illuminating the room.

"Fujiwara..."

Kawashima Miki called out softly and gently.

That voice was truly delicate and charming... Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth in his heart and turned to look at him.

The candlelight illuminated her profile; Kawashima Miki's hands clenched nervously, a slightly shy smile on her face. This rare, bashful expression resembled that of a newlywed wife awaiting her husband's favor, making one's heart race.

"Um..." Kawashima Miki glanced at him, then quickly lowered her head, clutching the hem of her short skirt with both hands, shyly crossing her long legs and showing him one thigh. Then she stammered, "Is this skirt a little too short?"

"Even shorter would be better..." Fujiwara Izaya's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. "Come over here, let me see clearly before I give my opinion."

"Um……"

Kawashima Miki hummed in agreement and walked towards him, feigning shyness.

Halfway there, her steps faltered a few times, like a young girl taking her first steps in high heels, her expression a mix of stubbornness and cuteness. And the curve of her taut calves was breathtakingly beautiful.

"High heels are so hard to wear..." she complained, puffing out her cheeks.

“How could that be…” Fujiwara Izaya stood up and helped her sit down. “Madam’s calves are so slender and her buttocks are so perky, she’s perfect for wearing high heels. If she wears boots, the curves of her calves will be hidden. If she wears flat shoes, she can’t maintain her posture, and the lines of her buttocks won’t be shown. Her current outfit can only be described as perfect!”

Kawashima Miki's eyelids twitched slightly: "You're not lying to me?"

“Of course not!” Fujiwara Izaya replied, as he lifted her legs onto his lap, gently removed her high heels from her feet, and lightly massaged her ankles. “If you feel tired, you can wear them less often.”

Her voice was gentler than ever before.

At least, in Kawashima Miki's memory, this was the first time he had ever been so gentle with her.

Ok.

It seems he's not so harsh on his own people... A sly glint flashed in Kawashima Miki's eyes. In the candlelight, she bit her lower lip slightly, shyly but alluringly murmuring, "Fujiwara-kun..."

"Ok?"

Fujiwara Izaya turned around and looked over.

In the flickering, pale red candlelight, she smiled gently and affectionately, her eyes meeting the boy's burning gaze. She gracefully wrapped her hands behind her head and gently tugged them.

His long, black hair fell silently, instantly covering him like a net.

The captivating charm that emanated from her in that instant almost made Fujiwara Izaya think that she was going to offer herself to him right then and there.

Chapter 94. Kawashima Miki's first official kiss, gone tonight...

A chandelier, not yet turned on, hung from the ceiling, and the thick curtains were drawn tightly shut.

The burning candles cast a warm glow over the room. Kawashima Miki lay on the soft carpet, her hands clasped tightly in front of her chest, looking very docile, like a little kitten.

A glimpse of her fair, tender flesh between her short skirt and stockings was exposed to Fujiwara Izaya's eyes, making him involuntarily swallow hard.

Amidst the patter of rain, the atmosphere was ambiguous. Kawashima Miki bit her lower lip, her cheeks flushed. Seeing Fujiwara Izaya raise his legs, she quickly turned her face away, avoiding his gaze.

Although she appeared calm on the surface, the slight trembling of her legs and shoulders betrayed her inner tension.

In the candlelight, her legs, encased in black stockings, shimmered with a thin sheen, appearing glistening and lustrous; the outline of red and black lace trim at the T-shaped crotch of her short skirt was faintly visible.

Fujiwara Izaya gently stroked her rounded ankles for a moment, then raised his hands to lift her delicate, silk-stockinged feet above his face, making them perfectly visible.

“You…” Kawashima Miki instinctively shrank her feet.

Fujiwara Izaya pulled him back, cradling him in his hands like a precious treasure: "Don't move."

Her long, slender legs, encased in black stockings, were perfectly proportioned, with delicate calves and shapely thighs. Her dainty feet lay side by side in his palms, their soles facing him directly. Through the thin stockings, the soft, supple flesh of her soles was clearly visible, her skin as smooth as milk.

Although it wasn't the first time he'd admired Kawashima Miki's beautiful feet, Fujiwara Izaya still couldn't help but admire them in his heart: Mrs. Kawashima's little feet are really too beautiful.

Her feet are beautifully rounded, delicate and graceful, well-maintained, with fair and rosy skin that looks as delicious as jelly.

"..."

Kawashima Miki bit her lower lip.

That round, oval face was incredibly red, so red that even her neck and the base of her ears were completely red, reminiscent of a maple forest in late autumn with its leaves in full bloom.

The feet held in Fujiwara Izaya's hands had ten delicate and cute toes neatly arranged. The seams at the front of the stockings were slightly pushed up by the toes, making the stockings somewhat transparent, and the light pink toenails were faintly visible.

He gently stroked her feet for a moment, then brought them to his nose to sniff. Because she had just changed into stockings and taken a shower, there was no odor on them, only her rose-scented body fragrance and a faint smell of laundry detergent.

"..." Kawashima Misaki's cheeks flushed, and she unconsciously put one index finger in her mouth and bit it lightly, as if to relieve her tension, and said reproachfully, "Why did you smell there? Do you have some kind of perverted fetish..."

“I’m very sensitive to smells,” Fujiwara Izaya said.

Kawashima Miki bit her hand: "How sensitive?"

“I can sense a person’s current state, even their hidden thoughts, just by the scent they exude.” Fujiwara Rinya pressed the soles of her feet against his cheeks. “For example, right now, does your wife want to take off those cumbersome clothes?”

"..."

Kawashima Miki turned and glared at him.

It seemed like she wanted to say something, but after opening her mouth, she felt a little embarrassed and finally gave up the idea of ​​speaking, and started biting her hand again.

Her hot breath, through the thin black stockings, tickled the soft soles of her feet. She unconsciously pressed her feet together, pressing her big toes high, while her eight little toes curled up shyly.