I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Tamamo-no-Mae's gaze shifted slightly, her eyes half-closed, and her petal-soft lips became even more vibrant.

She lay flat on her back, letting Fujiwara Izaya massage her back and forth, taking advantage of her. After a while, her breathing began to become erratic.

This wouldn't do, so the Queen had to push his hand away and scold, "That's enough. I can't keep you company right now."

“Your Majesty…” Fujiwara Rinya whispered in her ear.

"what?"

Tamamo-no-Mae's two snow-white arms were wrapped around his waist.

“Let’s go to Koenji Temple tomorrow.” Fujiwara Izaya’s fingers traced her smooth cheek, brushing away a trace of something left at the corner of her mouth. “It’s the last festival in August. After we attend, we’ll go back to our original world.”

Tamamo-no-Mae gave a disdainful snort.

Looking at her proud and aloof face, Fujiwara Izaya felt extremely pleased.

He put his arm around her waist and pulled her body closer, their warm bodies pressed tightly together.

"Is there anything fun to do at the festival?" Tamamo-no-Mae shifted in his arms, wanting to get even closer even though they were already pressed together.

“It’s not much fun for modern people, but it should be a lot of fun for a strange monster like you…” Fujiwara Izaya hugged her like a pillow, letting the soft fur of her tail rustle under his nose. “Just thinking about it makes me happy that Her Majesty the Queen can wear a yukata and come with me to the summer festival.”

"Then you still want the Queen to serve you?" Tamamo-no-Mae said fiercely, hooking her arm around his neck at the same time. "I'm keeping track of it."

"Alright, alright!" Fujiwara Izaya nibbled on her pointed fox ears and whispered, "I'll do anything the Queen wants."

"I'm not as perverted as you!"

Tamamo-no-Mae scolded, her half-open eyes clear and alluring.

Looking at her stunningly beautiful face, Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head and kissed her hard.

"I'm going to sleep..." Tamamo-no-Mae licked her lips, giving him a flirtatious wink. Then, she gently curled up as if protecting her abdomen, resting her cheek against Fujiwara Izaya's chest, the soft, warm embrace enveloping her.

In her dream, the Queen saw her belly swell very large, as if she were nearing her due date. She could hear the baby's heartbeat and feel it kicking her belly. Her own heartbeat and the baby's heartbeat blended together, creating a blissful, sacred rhythm.

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When I woke up the next day, it was already noon.

Tamamo-no-Mae was still lying on his chest.

She lay quietly, her ears twitching slightly in her sleep, and a faint smile seemed to linger on her lips—truly a captivating, languid fox.

Fujiwara Rinya pulled the blanket up a bit, covering her smooth back.

Then he reached his hand under the covers and slowly explored the flawless body.

Tamamo-no-Mae's ears twitched several times.

Fujiwara Izaya looked at her face, which was quiet and beautiful.

“Queen,” he called softly.

"If you move again, I'll kill you!" Tamamo-no-Mae's voice was full of morning grumpiness.

“…Killing people at the drop of a hat, that’s tyranny!” Fujiwara Izaya said, pressing his voice slightly.

Feeling the warm sensation of their bodies pressing together, Tamamo-no-Mae reluctantly opened her eyes: "If I am a tyrant, then you are the number one traitor!"

"Tyrant and treacherous minister, a match made in heaven!" Fujiwara Izaya embraced her warm and voluptuous body, intoxicated by the cozy fragrance emanating from her. "Did the baby cry last night?"

Tamamo-no-Mae slightly propped herself up.

Her pajamas slipped down, revealing her fair, white shoulders.

Her captivating eyes stared intently at Fujiwara Izaya: "If we don't have children, will you stop loving me?"

At this moment, her demeanor and words were no different from Chestnut's.

Or, to put it another way, after getting through the initial adaptation phase, the current Chestnut is the Queen, and the Queen is the Chestnut.

“Uh, of course not,” Fujiwara Izaya laughed. “If you had stayed the same as you were at the beginning, I definitely wouldn’t have loved you. But now that you’ve started to be gentle and can stand in my shoes, how could I not love you? We’ve come this far, so don’t even think about saying things like ‘I don’t need you,’ or ‘you’re mine…’ This isn’t a threat, I really mean it. The Queen is mine, and can only be mine!”

"You belong to me!" Tamamo-no-Mae sneered. "You lowly creature, please recognize your place!"

“You lowly bastard, now you’re going to kiss the Queen’s noble red lips!” Fujiwara Izaya pressed her down and kissed her fiercely.

Tamamo-no-Mae let out two soft sobs, then collapsed into his arms, her long, fiery red hair, as vibrant as azaleas, falling to the edge of the bed.

It wasn't until the afternoon that, urged by Fujiwara Izaya, she ate something, changed into her newly bought yukata, and did some makeup at the dressing table.

The Queen's beauty was already unparalleled, and with just a little skincare, her skin became even more alluring.

Sitting in front of the mirror, her long red hair cascading to the floor, Tamamo-no-Mae looked serene and composed as she applied makeup. She felt she was more beautiful than before, though she wondered if it was because of her pregnancy… She felt a gentle warmth unique to mature women.

After leaving the house, Fujiwara Izaya took her to Koenji Temple by taxi.

The sun was already setting in the west, and vehicles were already driving directly onto the road in front of Koenji Temple. Police officers were maintaining order, holding signs that read "Please cooperate with one-way traffic."

The crowd was walking in the middle of the lane.

There were people in suits carrying briefcases, middle-aged men walking around with round fans, tour groups looking like tourists, and young men and women strolling around in yukatas.

The setting sun shone on both sides of the road, where vendors crowded together, some of whom had already turned on their light bulbs.

Tamamo-no-Mae had never seen such a lively scene before. The aroma of burning food, which she couldn't quite identify, wafted over, and she took a deep breath. The vivid and lively atmosphere of life instantly captivated her.

“Let’s get off and walk,” Fujiwara Izaya said.

"Ah~~"

Tamamo-no-Mae let out a long yawn and then stretched lazily, displaying a languid and charming demeanor.

The car slowly pulled over to the side of the road.

At night, lanterns hang along both sides of the road in front of Koenji Temple.

Under the lanterns, the narrow passage was bustling with vendors. After the car door opened, a handsome young man stepped out first and turned to help someone inside the car.

A tall, elegant woman with a refined and noble appearance appeared on the street.

In an instant, all the pedestrians, travelers, and stall owners couldn't help but look at her. She had a rare head of fiery red hair, tied with a hairpin, revealing her fair neck.

The noble red yukata, embroidered with flowers and goldfish, was tied with a black belt around the waist, and her breasts were full and alluring.

The clamor of the world seemed to stand still at this moment, as if she were the only living thing here.

“Let’s go.” Fujiwara Izaya took her hand.

The queen gave a cold and impatient snort.

Her expression was one of disgust, yet the way she leaned against the boy's chest was incredibly intimate and natural. Suddenly, the streets echoed with the sounds of countless things shattering; in this bustling festival, countless heartbroken men and women were added to the mix.

They mingled with the crowd and headed towards Koenji Temple.

The street vendors seemed endless, stretching forward indefinitely. Above, the office buildings, bathed in the soft orange glow of fluorescent lights, shone with a hazy light, and the clear summer sky gradually darkened.

Tamamo-no-Mae looked at each stall with curiosity.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of a flute amidst the clanging of a bronze lamp. She stopped and looked around. Across from her, several people were practicing with a bronze bell, sweat beading on their foreheads from the sweltering heat.

Why are you looking at them?

"What do I need to report to you about?"

"Let's have a nice shopping trip!"

"This is a reward from me!"

The Queen proudly strolled hand-in-hand with him through the summer festival.

The wooden clogs on my feet made a pleasant clattering sound as they stepped on the stone pavement.

Chapter 210. The Final Chapter

The aroma of fried noodles, roasted squid, and fried chicken wafts through the air.

After the early stages of pregnancy, Tamamo-no-Mae's appetite has improved, and her golden eyes are gazing longingly at the roadside stalls.

Fujiwara Izaya bought her a whole bunch of things.

As a result, she only tasted each dish briefly before pushing them all to him to eat.

The old-fashioned coffee shop by the roadside was bustling with customers enjoying their coffee. Children sat under a makeshift shed by the alleyway, their cute voices hawking a type of zongzi (sticky rice dumpling) for good luck, good fortune, and peace to passersby. A group of female students were constantly taking selfies and posting them on social media.

Under the cover of night, every corner of Koenji Temple is illuminated by a hazy glow of lights that sway in the night sky.

Fujiwara Izaya happily wandered the streets with two marble soda bottles in his hands.

The spicy smoke wafting from the barbecue stall made one's nose itch just looking at it. The Queen sneezed, revealing her raccoon tail and ears.

"Wow~"

A group of children nearby exclaimed in surprise.

“This is Tamamo-no-Mae.” Fujiwara Izaya brought over a fox mask and put it on the queen’s face. “The most beautiful fox spirit in legend, are you afraid?”

The queen crossed her arms, her eyes behind the mask seeming to look at an idiot.

"What about you, big brother?" the children asked.

Fujiwara Izaya put on the tengu mask, spread his wings, and shouted, "I am the Great Tengu!"

"Oh!"

The children looked at them with a mixture of curiosity and fear.

The adults nearby looked over with some strangeness, and when they saw the fox ears and tail of the woman wearing the fox mask, they couldn't help but take out their cameras to take pictures.

The Queen originally intended to leave.

But Fujiwara Izaya insisted on pulling her along and making her pose for a while.

"You guys cosplay so well!"

"Yes, in this kind of environment, it feels like that's really true."

"If only tengu and fox spirits really existed..."

Trust me, that's absolutely bad!

Fujiwara Izaya pulled the Queen along as they continued deeper into the festival grounds.

"Disgraceful! Disgraceful!" the Queen scolded incessantly in his ear. "You actually allowed a bunch of mortals to ask you to pose for photos. You've completely disgraced the Tengu clan!"