I have an unlimited number of shikigami

The dog had absolutely no objection to this.

The leaves of the trees lining both sides of the street were glowing with a golden light. Upon closer inspection, some had already begun to fall, and small groups of people strolled among the fallen leaves.

Another year has passed.

Oh, and I also need to buy some pine needles and straw rope.

Kawashima Miki visited an open-air shop specializing in traditional New Year's items and bought straw rope and kodomatsu (small pine tree branches).

"Are you buying this much?" the shop assistant asked in surprise.

"My family is a very, very big family," Miki Kawashima said with some pride.

When she was halfway through buying the items, Yukino Riho called and told her to hurry back.

Miki Kawashima drove back to Asakusa Shrine, her face contorted with malice.

There was some commotion at the entrance; many people were taking pictures in front of the torii gate. She parked her car and walked onto the approach. Through the noisy crowd, she vaguely saw a pair of pure white wings and the face she had been longing for day and night.

Miki Kawashima almost forgot how to breathe.

The sun was shining brightly, the sky was azure, and the young Tengu squeezed out from the crowd.

He stood in front of the torii gate, his hands in his pockets, and said with a smile, "Happy New Year, my Mrs. Miki."

On a warm winter day, with a handsome and refined face and an affectionate and playful smile... Kawashima Miki walked up to him with a stern face and, in front of countless tourists, stomped on his instep: "You still know the way home?"

Faced with his wife's questioning, Fujiwara Rinya simply opened his arms and pulled her into his embrace.

"No!" Miki Kawashima hissed.

"Why not?"

Fujiwara Izaya exerted force.

Despite saying no, Kawashima Miki immediately threw herself into his arms.

Tourists around them all pointed their cameras at them; the embrace between the young Tengu and his wife was a very rare sight. Especially since it was his first public appearance three months after the Tokyo crisis.

"Give me a kiss!"

Some busybodies loudly egged him on, demanding that he give up his first on-screen kiss.

Kawashima Miki's trembling little hands gently grasped her husband's collar, feeling his alluring scent, and she was immersed in the happiness of their reunion.

Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head, searching for her lips.

One flashbulb after another went off.

Kawashima Miki suddenly woke up and quickly left his embrace.

But Fujiwara Rin wouldn't let her, so she obediently shrank back and let him kiss her.

Today she was wearing a white shirt and a black jacket, with a matching circle skirt, and carrying a black leather bag in her right hand, looking very fashionable.

"It has a unique charm."

"Don't talk nonsense..."

"I've been waiting for you at the door ever since I got home."

"I thought you'd been sold off by that vixen and hadn't come home!"

“Who would be willing to give up Mrs. Miki?” Fujiwara Ryaya grasped her hand.

Miki Kawashima's little hands were a little cold, perhaps because they had been exposed to the wind.

With her face resting against his chest, Miki Kawashima squinted slightly... snuggling close to her husband in front of many tourists, displaying their affection in a tender and obedient manner.

Once back in the inner courtyard of Asakusa Shrine, the atmosphere immediately quieted down.

Upon entering the living room, the TV was on, and Yukino Riho, wearing a blue sweater, was vacuuming. Everything on the shelves and in the closets seemed to have been rummaged through; cardboard boxes and beer bottles were scattered everywhere.

The ingredients that the raven brought back were piled up at the kitchen doorway.

Seeing him return, Yukino Riho naturally said, "Hey, move this cardboard box to the storage room."

"immediately!"

Fujiwara Izaya started working.

Miki Kawashima went into the kitchen and sorted the food into the refrigerator.

Fujiwara Izaya put the cardboard box away and returned to the living room, where he was assigned to take out the trash, and then wipe the table, bookshelf, and floor. While wiping the floor, Yukino Riho also helped him with a towel.

"Has Riho missed me?" he asked, blinking.

"Why would I miss you?" Yukino Riho said with a slight smile, wringing out a towel. "This silly woman isn't silly anymore. I can live just fine without you."

“Of course, I’ll do housework with you.” Fujiwara Izaya wrapped his arms around her waist, rested his chin on her shoulder, and looked at her profile. “Mrs. Yuki-onna is just so lovable.”

Riho Yukino's smile even spilled into her eyes.

“This is our first New Year together,” she said with a smile. “What did you usually eat for New Year’s? I’d like to prepare something.”

"Very ordinary, common dishes."

"Kanto style?"

“Any flavor is fine, make whatever you like.” Fujiwara Izaya inhaled her cool scent. “Anyway, your husband is the best in the world, he won’t be poisoned by you.”

Yukino Riho blushed slightly and couldn't help but clench her fists and punch him a few times.

"Fujiwara, what do you want for lunch?"

"Fujiwara, why isn't my room next to yours?"

Two voices rang out almost simultaneously.

Mrs. Miki, standing at the kitchen door, and Tamamo-no-Mae, standing on the stairs, met each other's gazes.

Fujiwara Izaya felt a chill run down his spine.

"you are done."

Yukino Riho covered her lips and chuckled.

Fiery red hair, unparalleled beauty... Kawashima Miki scanned the queen's entire body, finally settling on her slightly protruding belly.

Mrs. Miki's face darkened instantly.

"Help me stall the Queen," Fujiwara Izaya said to Yukino Riho, then got up and went into the kitchen.

Yukino Riho obediently walked up the stairs and took the queen's hand: "The rooms were booked in advance, and both Miki's and mine are next to Fujiwara's. You don't need to worry about it, anyway, that guy never sleeps in his own room..."

“That’s fine.” Tamamo-no-Mae nodded.

"Can I hear it?" Yukino Riho asked, looking at her lower abdomen.

“Hmm, it’s a boy…” A gentle smile spread across Tamamo-no-Mae’s lips.

Yukino Riho pressed her ear against her lower abdomen, feeling the pulse of the little life inside... She couldn't help but think defiantly, "The Yuki-onna will also give birth, two of them!"

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In the kitchen, Miki Kawashima sat on the sink, her expression devoid of any warmth.

Are you still angry?

"What do you say?"

"Bringing another woman back! I have purple hair, Riho has blue and white hair, Eri has white hair, and now there's a red-haired one. Are you trying to open a hair dye shop at home?"

Fujiwara Izaya walked over and sat down next to her: "She's my aunt."

"Don't think I don't know she's also Tamamo-no-Mae!" Kawashima Miki said angrily.

“It’s the same one.” Fujiwara Izaya put his hand on her shoulder.

"There are definitely two!" Kawashima Miki shrugged her thin shoulders and pushed him away from her shoulder.

The moment Miki shrugged, Fujiwara Izaya suddenly pulled her into his arms.

"Hate……"

Miki Kawashima tried to struggle.

Fujiwara Izaya ignored everything, hugged her tightly, and whispered in her ear.

Miki Kawashima rolled her eyes at him.

"Don't be stubborn in the New Year." Fujiwara Rinya touched her lower abdomen.

"do not want!"

Miki Kawashima pursed her bright red lips.

She slapped his hand away, broke free, jumped into the sink, and walked out. Fujiwara Izaya followed behind her, all the way back to her room on the second floor.

"I want to kill you!" Miki Kawashima said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“But your expression is so alluring, it’s tempting me to do something naughty.” Fujiwara Izaya drew the curtains and glanced back at her.

Miki Kawashima crossed her legs: "Can't I just kill you when you're doing something bad?"

"Let's see who dies first."

Fujiwara Izaya laughed and pounced on him.

"Damn it!" Kawashima Miki shook her head frantically.

She spoke harshly, but in her eyes, all that remained was tenderness and warmth.

"It's okay, don't be too nervous." Fujiwara Izaya said with a mix of helplessness and amusement, carefully combing her long hair. "We're both so healthy, as long as we keep at it, we'll definitely get pregnant."

Miki Kawashima's expression had a do-or-die attitude.

She hooked her arms around his neck and kissed him the whole time without stopping.

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The room fell silent, and Miki Kawashima was breathing heavily.

No matter how rough it started, it always ended with tenderness and affection. Fujiwara Izaya turned to the side, looking at her fair oval face amidst her smooth black hair.

Her beautiful and dignified face held a joyful and dreamy expression.

She lay on her back, naturally stretching her slender yet voluptuous figure, her posture extremely graceful, every part exuding a noble beauty.