I have an unlimited number of shikigami

But for some reason, she suddenly put down the bread, covered her lips, and gagged several times.

Fujiwara Izaya thought she was choking and laughed, scolding, "It's not like it's your first time eating Western bread, why are you in such a hurry?"

“That’s not it,” Tamamo-no-Mae wiped her mouth with a napkin and frowned. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me lately, but I always feel like I’m not getting enough sleep, and I have no appetite. For the past three or four mornings, I’ve felt nauseous and want to vomit, and I crave something sour…”

The sound faded to a whisper at the end; she seemed to realize something and froze.

When she came to her senses, Fujiwara Izaya was already kneeling in front of her, staring at her with an excited expression: "Are you sure?"

"..."

Tamamo-no-Mae's face instantly turned bright red.

She held a napkin in her hand, rubbing it back and forth. After a while, she looked at Fujiwara Izaya with a somewhat bewildered expression. She was clearly unprepared and, coupled with embarrassment, was on the verge of tears.

“Let’s talk while we’re lying down.” Fujiwara Izaya supported her back with one hand, scooped up her legs with the other, and strode toward the bed.

"Ah! Put me down!" Tamamo-no-Mae shrank her neck and patted his chest.

"Be careful, don't upset the baby..." Fujiwara Izaya returned to the bed and pulled the blanket over the two of them.

Tamamo-no-Mae bit her lip and hummed.

“Let me hear it…” Fujiwara Izaya gently placed his ear on her lower abdomen.

Of course, you can't hear any sound.

Tamamo-no-Mae's bright golden eyes widened slightly: "Did you hear that?"

“No, it’s only been a little over a month and there’s been no reaction at all,” Fujiwara Izaya said. “However, I can use my divine sense to investigate. I’ll take a look right away.”

"no!"

Tamamo-no-Mae kicked him.

"Let me see..." Fujiwara Izaya looked anxious.

"I...I..." Tamamo-no-Mae looked out the window, her neat teeth gently biting her lower lip as she hesitated. After about three or five seconds, she seemed somewhat deflated and said helplessly, "My body, I'll see for myself..."

"Then hurry up." Fujiwara Izaya sat and hugged her tightly.

Tamamo-no-Mae closed her eyes and concentrated.

She placed her hands on her lower abdomen, lowered her eyelids, and listened to the sounds inside her body.

There was no doubt that something existed there, a tiny living life, which she, as the mother, sensed.

The divine sense focused on the most crucial area, scanning back and forth, not missing a single detail. In that dark, warm place, there was a tiny, shimmering dot... This tiny dot was connected to the mother through a thin umbilical cord, drawing nutrients needed for growth.

It is still very small.

It's just a symbol-like thing.

It will take another two months for it to develop a placenta and thrive tirelessly in the dark, heavy water.

It really is a child… Tamamo-no-Mae was in turmoil, staring intently into the small point of light.

Everything there was in motion, and tiny lives emerged from that motion. As she immersed herself in this motion, she felt her body gradually become transparent, her palms becoming translucent, as if she could see right through them.

The little light seemed to sense that its mother was gazing at it, and began to move around. A delicate little boy gradually appeared in her field of vision.

"Mommy, Mommy~"

A little angel beckons from the distant future.

Tamamo-no-Mae shook her head violently.

She banished the child's smile, closed her eyes, and stopped thinking.

“Tamamo…” Fujiwara Izaya’s voice trembled.

Tamamo-no-Mae opened her eyes and looked at him with complicated emotions.

She hesitated.

He bit his lip, deep in thought.

Should I tell him?

She had no doubt that if he found out about the child, she, Queen Tamamo-no-Mae, would never be able to get rid of him again.

"I believe whatever you say." Fujiwara Izaya smiled brightly.

It was a perfectly natural, unvarnished smile, a completely unrestrained emotion.

“You despicable and cunning tengu…” Tamamo-no-Mae cursed through gritted teeth, her palm pressed against her lower abdomen. She wanted to cry, but no tears came; she just stared at him with slightly reddened eyes: “The little life that has just formed… is a boy.”

Fujiwara Izaya's heart skipped a beat.

A strange and unfamiliar feeling welled up in his heart. He held the Queen tightly, pressed his lips to her neck, and murmured, "It's amazing. Judging from the timeline, it should have happened the first time... If Miki knew this, she would be furious."

At this point, you're still mentioning other women... Tamamo-no-Mae was furious.

“My Queen, my dearest Queen.” Fujiwara Rinya pressed his lips to her soft lips. “I would do anything for you and the children.”

Tamamo-no-Mae touched his hair without saying a word.

Is it really a boy?

"...Yes, I can even sense what he will look like in the future."

"Does he look more like me or more like you?"

"Your eyes resemble mine."

"why?"

"Golden eyes."

"Even when I transform into the Great Tengu, I still have golden eyes, have you forgotten?"

"Anyway, it just looks like me!"

"Okay, what about the nose?"

"Like me!"

Where's the mouth?

"He's just like me!"

"...It looks just like you, are you sure it's a boy?"

"Whatever I say goes!"

In bed, the two embraced and talked, the atmosphere more intimate than ever before.

Hearing the Queen's soft voice, Fujiwara Izaya's excitement and desire vanished completely, as if by magic.

“If our meeting is fate,” he said, his gaze softening as he looked at Tamamo-no-Mae. “Let’s put aside all the unpleasant things and start dating seriously, okay…”

Tamamo-no-Mae simply turned her back to him.

She closed her eyes and let Fujiwara Izaya hold her.

Her body, brimming with warmth, and the gentle, radiant queen-like presence, softened and became alluring. Her heart beat rhythmically, and he could hear her faint breathing. Her slender fingers, her smooth thighs… Fujiwara Izaya held her close, his thoughts lost in the myriad possibilities of the future, letting his heart wander freely.

For the next period of time, the two traveled around enjoying the scenery and lived a quiet and peaceful life.

In this peaceful world, no supernatural events occurred, no one bothered her, and she had no worries about work or studies. With his company, Tamamo-no-Mae quickly adapted to the changes in the new world and began to enjoy them.

In the last few days of the third month, Fujiwara Rinya rented a small house in Tokyo.

Unlike before, Tamamo-no-Mae didn't insist on going back. Instead, she stayed home to prepare for her pregnancy. She spent her days wiping the floor, cooking for herself, watching TV dramas, and occasionally learning foreign languages—purely out of interest.

When talking to Fujiwara Rinya, they might even discuss how to make life more comfortable. For example, they could go to a small country in Southern Europe, rent a small villa by the sea, swim and read books from time to time, and enjoy sunbathing together.

She said she might be wearing a sexy black bikini and sunglasses, holding the hand of Izaya Fujiwara next to her.

In the evening, I brewed a pot of hot black tea with boiled water, sat down on the sofa, and read some random books. I took out some cheese biscuits, put them on a plate, and munched on them while drinking my tea.

A quiet night is the perfect time for reading.

Unfortunately, no matter how much she followed the words, the content didn't register in her mind, unless she was reading a book like "Encyclopedia of Pregnancy," in which case she would show some interest.

When she takes a bath, she would nestle in the bathtub, supporting her breasts with her hands to watch.

It's not an illusion; it's visibly much bigger, and the curves have become softer.

Could it be because of pregnancy?

No.

She's not in the breastfeeding period yet.

It simply got bigger.

One evening at the end of August, Tamamo-no-Mae took a hot bath as usual.

She took off her clothes and entered the warm bath, soaking her body in the hot water. While washing, she pressed her palms against her lower abdomen.

At three months old, she could already feel a slight swelling. Just closing her eyes, she could almost feel the little one's vibrant energy. The little one was drawing nourishment from her through the umbilical cord, growing larger every second, clinging tightly to its mother in the darkness.

A gentle smile appeared on Tamamo-no-Mae's lips.

This little thing is an irreplaceable life.

She placed her hand on her lower abdomen again, gently stroking it, feeling the warmth spread throughout her body. No matter what, she had to protect this little one. No one could take him away, no one could harm him… not even his father.

After taking a shower, she came out wearing a bath towel.

Fujiwara Izaya was lying on the bed, reading a magazine.

A figure lunged forward.

Fujiwara Izaya tossed aside the magazine and pulled her into his arms. His gaze followed the yukata down her back; the fabric clung tightly to her shapely breasts, making them appear firm and alluring. The hem parted to the sides, revealing her long, slender legs, her slightly plump skin still glowing with the warmth of her recent bath.

"Queen?"

"Ugh, so tired..." Tamamo-no-Mae buried her face in his chest. "My waist feels numb and heavy, and my lower abdomen feels hot. I don't want to move."

Her body emitted a pleasant fragrance.

"Do you need a massage from your husband?" Fujiwara Izaya held her, feeling the contours of her body.

Tamamo-no-Mae said lazily, "Forget it, with your mind, you're just thinking about taking advantage of me."

"Not at all, I have only boundless respect for the Queen!" Fujiwara Izaya's palm gently stroked her silky skin, feeling her rounded shoulders and smooth back muscles.