I have an unlimited number of shikigami

I'm craving some grapes...

Thinking about it carefully, as a healthy, energetic 17-year-old boy with normal needs, feeling dry mouth at this time should be considered a normal physiological phenomenon... right?

Yukino Riho felt very uncomfortable being stared at. She turned her head slightly away, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and her eyes darting around.

I felt like I was being targeted by a pervert on the train.

"Fujiwara-kun!"

His voice turned cold, even tinged with anger.

"Hey... hey?"

Fujiwara Izaya snapped out of his daze and quickly looked away guiltily.

It's very impolite to stare at a woman like that, especially since I vaguely imagined some scenes that need to be censored.

"I'm sorry... I was just thinking about a biology question, yes, I was just thinking about a biology question and didn't pay attention for a moment."

"No, it's nothing..."

Yukino Riho let out a soft breath, composed herself, and remained silent the rest of the way.

Upon arriving at Asakusabashi Station, the two parted ways at the edge of the Sumida River.

As the last rays of the setting sun shone through, Fujiwara Izaya returned to Asakusa Shrine.

On the overgrown ruins of a shrine, two graceful cherry trees were in full bloom. A gust of wind, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, blew from afar, causing cherry blossoms to fall and stain the ground with a light pink hue.

I walked through the torii gate and looked up.

A pure white hue appeared above the crimson roof of the worship hall. The Snow Woman followed the setting sun with lifeless eyes, her legs dangling on the edge of the roof and swaying gently. Her little feet, covered in white silk, looked like two creamy ice cream cones—they must taste sweet!

"Snow Princess!"

He called out.

The snow woman tilted her head slightly and looked at him.

Her small, glistening lips pursed slightly, as if to express happiness.

Then, she floated down from the rooftop, wrapped her arms around Fujiwara Izaya's neck, and opened her small mouth: "Ah~"

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Shikigami don't feel hungry, so feeding them or not doesn't matter much. The worst consequence of not feeding them is that their strength will stagnate.

but!

How could you bear not to feed such an adorable snow maiden?

Without hesitation, Fujiwara Izaya used the 200 points he had just earned that day to buy an ice pop and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Ah~ um..."

The snow woman ate with a satisfied expression.

"Snow Princess, my dear." Fujiwara Izaya habitually touched the Snow Woman's cool hair.

Since the Snow Woman was clinging to his neck, he had no choice but to put his hands on her waist and walk into the worship hall to fill his stomach.

Five hundred meters away from the [Lemon] bakery, Yukino Riho, who had just stepped into her home, suddenly shivered. She didn't know why, but she felt lightheaded, as if she could no longer feel gravity, as if she was about to float into the air at any moment.

Chapter 24. Empress: Kawashima Miki

Night deepened.

Two kilometers away from Senso-ji Temple, in the Yoshiwara area, colorful neon lights flashed ostentatiously.

This area was once Japan's premier brothel district, a hub for openly permitted brothels since the Edo period... Since the amendment of the "Entertainment Business Law" in 1966, it has become a "special area" like Shinjuku's Kabukicho, and has been preserved on the principle of not expanding the existing site.

During the day, Yoshiwara is quiet.

At night, the noise and bustle here far exceed expectations.

Multi-story department stores, dazzling array of international cuisines, bustling drugstores; bars and izakayas one after another, groups of young people smoking, bottles of liquor carelessly discarded on the street, bizarre graffiti in the underpasses...

Amidst the hustle and bustle of worldly desires, brothels are the most popular.

Under the red, yellow, and pink decorative lights, the vehicles coming and going to pick up and drop off guests create a decadent atmosphere, while also giving the night streets a bewitching air.

The bubble bath service in the Yoshiwara area is said to be the best in the country.

The "Empress" premium bubble bath is touted as the best in Yoshiwara.

This "first" not only refers to the fact that the service level and the quality of the prostitutes at "Empress" far surpass those of its competitors, but also because the owner of this shop is a ruthless and cunning beauty, known as "Empress" Kawasaki Miki.

She has a very deep background in both the legitimate and underworld circles, and almost without exception, those who offend her are thrown into Tokyo Bay.

But recently, this enchanting beauty seems to have encountered some troubles.

"Brother, don't worry, I'll take good care of your sister-in-law..." Araki Jiro murmured to himself, then knocked on the door. After hearing someone inside call "Come in," he straightened the collar of his burgundy suit and pushed the door open.

This is a luxuriously decorated office with soft Persian carpets covering the floors. The guest sofa is large, and several pleasing potted plants are placed by the window. On one side of the desk is a cabinet for storing documents, and on the other side is a wine cabinet containing several porcelain plates that look like precious antiques.

As soon as Araki Jiro entered the room, his gaze was drawn to the woman standing by the window.

She held a half-glass of whiskey in her hand, wearing a red midi skirt. The form-fitting material seductively hugged her shapely figure. From behind, her waist was astonishingly slender, as if for some reason, it had forgotten to grow for a period of time.

And those legs peeking out from under the skirt.

The skin on her calves is smooth and glossy, and her curves are taut like those of a carnivore, giving her a fit and free-spirited look, full of wild allure.

Araki Jiro took a deep breath, his heart burning with excitement.

His older brother, Araki Taro, was a spider demon who died mysteriously a few days ago. In Jiro's heart, his brother had truly been good to him. Even in death, he had so thoughtfully left his younger brother a beautiful sister-in-law and a Black Spider Squad with hundreds of henchmen…

Araki Jiro has no way to repay this kindness.

When the Ghost Festival arrives, I will definitely thank my elder brother a few more times and promise to take good care of my sister-in-law.

"Sister-in-law, what can I do for you?" He walked forward.

"I need you to investigate something." Kawasaki Miki turned around, her skirt swaying slightly with her movement. Light streamed down from the ceiling, adding a hazy, ethereal beauty to her figure.

Before Araki Jiro appeared a noble woman with cold, elegant features and skin as delicate as snow.

Her small, bare feet stepped on the carpet, her ten toes as smooth and round as pearls, her nails gleaming.

It was hard for Jiro Araki not to be drawn to those feet.

If he could, he would feel like he was being stepped on by those perfect feet right now.

Kawasaki Miki's face turned cold, and she immediately raised her hand.

The next second, two jets of black venom spurted from her delicate fingertips, piercing Araki Jiro's eyes like two ice picks, instantly causing his eyes to burn and ache unbearably.

Even worse, the two streams of venom seemed to be alive, constantly gnawing at the surface of his eyeballs.

"sorry!"

"Sister-in-law, I was wrong, please forgive me—"

Araki Jiro immediately knelt down on the ground and began to beg shamelessly.

This is normal.

Whether it's a common spider or a monster spider, the female is generally more powerful than the male.

"Take one more look, and I'll send you to reunite with your brother!" Kawasaki Miki sneered.

Words that showed no regard for sentimentality, uttered from those thin, ruthless red lips, instantly chilled the entire office to the bone.

She raised her hand again and waved to the air.

Two streams of venom flowed from between Jiro Araki's fingers and flew back into her palm. Under the bright light, they could be clearly seen as two small, liquid-like black spiders.

Araki Jiro shuddered.

The pain in his eyes gradually subsided, and his sight returned. At this moment, he dared not show any dissatisfaction and knelt down without hesitation, his expression one of awe and respect.

"That little priest named Fujiwara Izaya," Kawasaki Miki said, raising her glass and looking at the chandelier on the ceiling through it, "I had you investigate for so many days, did you find any useful information?"

“…Uh,” Araki Jiro shook his head cautiously, “My older brother died at his hands. I’m not even as strong as him, how could I dare to investigate him…”

"boom!"

Kawasaki Miki slammed it down with her backhand.

The thick glass smashed onto Jiro Araki's head and shattered into pieces.

Honestly, if it weren't for the bigger picture, she would drag this useless, stupid spider, just like his brother, to Tokyo Bay for land reclamation right now.

"You can take those vengeful spirits your brother raised."

A slightly indifferent voice rang out again. Araki Jiro looked up, touched the nine-year-old mark on his face, and said earnestly, "That makes things easier. Please rest assured, sister-in-law!"

Kawasaki Miki didn't bother to look at him. She turned around and walked to the liquor cabinet. While pouring wine into a new glass, she ordered, "Find out that kid's strength within three days, or you'll have to cut off two of your fingers as an apology."

Araki Jiro's heart skipped a beat, and he almost cried out, "Why are there two?"

"A lewd look in his eyes, and incompetence in his work."

"Give me a chance, sister-in-law..."

"Get out!" Kawasaki Miki said impatiently.

Araki Jiro didn't dare say anything more and quickly got up and left the office.

Now that she was alone in the office, Kawasaki Miki relaxed completely, sinking into the soft sofa and becoming one with the surrounding air.

He sipped his whiskey slowly, his expression as if he were savoring a beautifully written article.

She used to not drink, but after accepting the organization's arrangement to come to Tokyo and secretly working with Araki Taro as husband and wife, she fell in love with the feeling of being slightly tipsy due to the pressure.

Araki Taro was in charge of the group's shady dealings.

She was in charge of the public affairs and needed to handle various complex social relationships.

Compared to murder and arson, dealing with people is obviously much more difficult. Over the years, Kawasaki Miki has relied on alcohol to get through many tiring nights.

“Asakusa Shrine…”

Nails painted with light-colored nail polish gently tapped on the marble tabletop.

“Fujiwara Izaya…”