I have an unlimited number of shikigami

"Turn your face around."

Fujiwara Izaya's lips brushed against her ear.

Miki Kawashima turned to face him, her breathing still slightly rapid.

"It's almost the end of the year, no more arguing," Fujiwara Izaya said gently.

"Let's see if you have the ability." Kawashima Miki's voice was lazy and alluring, her face flushed.

Fujiwara Izaya ran his fingers through her hot, damp hair: "What do you want me to do?"

"I'll forgive you for half a day!" Kawashima Miki gently held his hand, their fingers interlaced.

The surroundings were so quiet you could feel your heart pounding. Their noses touched. Fujiwara Izaya bit his delicate nose and murmured, "Looks like I'll have to try harder."

"Think beautifully!"

Kawashima Miki pushed him away and got out to get dressed.

A rich, warm scent of roses still lingered in the room, and the young wife looked radiant.

There is a large floor-to-ceiling window in the corner of the living room, letting in bright sunlight.

Beside the floor-to-ceiling window was a tatami mat. Yukino Riho had prepared lunch and was waiting for the two of them to come downstairs. Tamamo-no-Mae had changed into ordinary loungewear and was discussing with her whether it would be better to go out and buy boots or a dress later.

Beef was simmering in a pot on the low table, and the aroma of the ingredients was so enticing that it felt like a dream.

"Let's have something simple to eat first," Yukino Riho greeted them. "We'll have a grand New Year's Eve after they arrive tonight."

Miki Kawashima took her seat with grace and poise.

Having redone her makeup and dressed neatly, she showed no trace of the wanton behavior she had displayed just minutes before.

After Fujiwara Izaya sat down, he picked up a piece of beef from the pot, dipped it in the soy sauce, and was about to give it to Miki. The other two ladies watched him with a wistful look, so the beef that had just been handed to Miki was instead eaten by him in one bite.

Miki Kawashima looked at Tamamo-no-Mae and said calmly, "I'm pregnant too."

"?"

Both Tamamo-no-Mae and Yukino Riho looked completely bewildered.

"Just now, I found out I'm pregnant." Kawashima Miki covered her lower abdomen, lowering her eyelids shyly. "It's definitely true. I can feel my belly getting warm right now. I must be pregnant."

"..." Fujiwara Izaya almost bit his own tongue.

"Are you really sure?" Yukino Riho asked incredulously. "It can't be that soon, can it?"

"It's definitely fake..." Fujiwara Izaya looked at the stupid woman with exhaustion.

"Yes, it's true." Miki Kawashima lowered her head shyly.

Across from her, Tamamo-no-Mae ate small bites of beef, her expression resembling that of a victorious general's wife.

Miki Kawashima kicked Izaya Fujiwara: "I'm pregnant!"

"……Oh."

Fujiwara Izaya just wanted to finish eating quickly so he could escape.

“Riho,” Kawashima Miki looked at Yukino Riho with hurt, “he doesn’t love me anymore.”

"?"

"He only said 'oh' when it came to something as big as pregnancy."

"..."

At this moment, Miki Kawashima is like a rose in a downpour—beautiful, delicate, and thorny.

"Alright, alright, be careful." Fujiwara Izaya personally placed it under her arm. "From now on, you can just lie down at home, and I'll take care of you personally."

Miki Kawashima beamed with joy.

Yukino Riho slightly raised her chin, looking at Fujiwara Izanagi without saying a word.

“You’re next,” Fujiwara Izaya said with amusement.

"That's good."

Riho Yukino smiled serenely.

They're all stupid women... Tamamo-no-Mae's lips curled up slightly, revealing a contemptuous smile.

The queen remained as aloof as ever, but now her demeanor also possessed a touch of alluring femininity, captivating all who beheld her.

After lunch, we rested on the spot.

The tatami room, which was noisy just a moment ago, is now so quiet that you can hear the ticking of the wall clock and the faint cawing of crows.

Kawashima Miki and Yukino Riho were taking a nap in the kotatsu on the left, while Fujiwara Izaya leaned against the wall with Tamamo-no-Mae to his left, her head tilted slightly: "Shall we sleep too?"

"I'll hold you while I sleep." Fujiwara Izaya reached out and pulled her into his arms.

The queen's noble body seemed so soft and defenseless in his presence.

Tamamo-no-Mae nestled in his arms, the cold arrogance on her face fading slightly.

Looking at the two mountain goddess ladies beside her, she murmured softly, "You must always be good to me."

“Of course.” Fujiwara Izaya stroked her fox ears.

“If you are mean to me, I will take the child and go back to my parents’ home.” Tamamo-no-Mae buried her face in his neck.

They snuggled together like that.

The afternoon sun enveloped them like a transparent cloth of light.

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In the afternoon, Yukino Riho and Kawashima Miki began preparing for the New Year's Eve dinner.

Tamamo-no-Mae enjoyed the privileges of being a pregnant woman, lounging on the sofa watching TV.

With the New Year approaching, all the TV programs were festive variety shows, which made this old-fashioned girl cover her face with a cushion and laugh.

Fujiwara Rinya was in the front hall, receiving guests from all sides who brought gifts.

Those we knew well, such as our neighbors Senso-ji Temple and the Tsuchimikado family, as well as those we didn't know well, such as the chairmen of several councils in Kyoto and Hokkaido, all sent gifts. The Oni and Fox clans also sent messengers with generous gifts, and the entire front hall was almost overflowing with them.

After seeing off the last guest, the cirrus clouds in the sky turned a peach-pink color.

It's almost time.

Fujiwara Izaya arrived at the gate of the front hall.

Against the backdrop of the dim courtyard lights, a slender woman's figure emerged. Soft shoulder lines, a delicate posture, and a small, exquisite chest—it was you, Miss Miko.

"Why are you so late?" Fujiwara Izaya greeted him with a smile.

Mrs. Hoshimi looked him up and down and smiled, "You've changed a bit. You seem more composed now?"

"I'm going to be a father!" Fujiwara Izaya said proudly.

"Congratulations." Mrs. Hoshimi affectionately patted his hair, then turned to look at her daughter. "I told you to take the initiative, but you wouldn't. Now some other vixen has beaten you to it."

Rinko Hoshimi's chest remained flat as she calmly said, "An interesting soul is the foundation for maintaining a liking for someone. The advantage gained from getting a head start is insignificant in the infinitely long journey of life."

Ok.

As expected of you.

"You're so confident, senior." Fujiwara Ryaya smiled and opened his arms, waiting for her to hug him.

Hoshimi Rinko opened her soft, white hands, patted his cheek, and then carried her luggage into the house.

"Haha~" Mrs. Hoshimi covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes clear and bright.

"Miko's mother seems to have become younger."

"Perhaps it's because I've been in a good mood lately." Mrs. Hoshimi's eyes were smiling, and her nose was as delicate and refined as when they first met. But now, from that nose, there was a slightly heavier breathing sound that only Fujiwara Rin could hear.

Her breath was as sweet as orchids.

Today, Miss Miko is wearing a black turtleneck sweater with a long skirt, looking as stylish as a charming college student. Her small but perky buttocks look adorable.

As Fujiwara Izaya was lost in thought, he suddenly heard an extremely dissatisfied voice.

What are you doing?

Both of them looked over, and Mrs. Kasahara walked in with the air of a movie star, wearing a black dress that revealed her fair shoulders. She was accompanied by four men in black suits, each carrying a large bag or a gift.

The sun has already set, but it's still quite cold. She's only wearing a thin evening gown, and she looks absolutely stunning.

After walking in, she looked at her best friend, then at Fujiwara Izaya, and a cat-like smile appeared on her face.

Fujiwara Izaya said loudly, "Mom, welcome home."

"Fujiwara-kun!" Mrs. Hoshimi called out in displeasure.

Mrs. Kasahara smiled proudly, her alluring eyes fixed on Fujiwara Izaya: "Fujiwara-kun has always liked me a little more."

Mrs. Hoshimi also looked at him with a very dangerous gaze: "Is that so, Fujiwara-kun?"

"...Moms, it's New Year's Eve today, can we not talk about this?"

"No way!" Mrs. Hoshimi retorted, "I've had enough of Himeko. Today you have to choose between the two of us."

“I think so too!” Mrs. Kasahara said, puffing out her chest, which was the most prominent among all the wives, with an unusually serious expression. “Either Himeko will spend the New Year with you, or Himeko will visit your grave. You choose.”

"..."

Fujiwara Izaya was in a state of great inner conflict.

Just then, he heard a familiar motorcycle roar, and he immediately turned around and shouted towards the door, "I love Eri Fuka the most!"

Kasahara Fukaeri took off her helmet and glared at him with a cold, sharp look.

Without responding to his words, the older sister took her younger sister's hand and walked directly past him into the house.

As he passed by, his sister pointed at him with her index finger, giving him a look as if he were looking at trash.

"You're terrible, senior!"

After saying that, he left without looking back.

All the sisters left him with was a lingering fragrance, long orange hair, a pert bottom, and a graceful silhouette.

Seeing Fujiwara Izaya's discomfiture, the two mothers burst into bright and charming laughter.