I have an unlimited number of shikigami

His wife glared at him, and Fujiwara Izaya had no choice but to obediently eat it.

The Red and White Song Festival was broadcast live on television.

Miki and Riho quickly cleared away the tableware, put the unfinished food together, and started washing the dishes in the kitchen.

Fujiwara Izaya was quite full from eating and the effects of the alcohol were kicking in, so he lay down on the carpet.

Kasahara Fukaeri thoughtfully handed him a pillow.

Fujiwara Rin rolled over and lay down against her thigh. His younger sister was also beside her, reaching out to pinch the tip of his nose: "Senpai, you seem to be having a great time today."

"Of course I'm happy to have Xiangxiang around."

Fujiwara Izaya held her small hand.

In a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere, he recalled his childhood memories.

My mother was always extremely solemn during the New Year. She would get up early in the morning and immediately make him put on a brand-new Japanese-style dress, offer water and sake at the altar, and then put his hands together in prayer. The whole family had to follow suit and say a few auspicious New Year's greetings to my father, who was the head of the family.

On television, the New Year's Red and White Song Contest began.

After watching the concert for a while, Fujiwara Izaya felt a little sleepy. Perhaps he had drunk too much alcohol, or perhaps he felt too comfortable, so he closed his eyes and dozed off.

Miki and Riho came out of the kitchen, and everyone gathered around the kotatsu to watch the performance and chat.

"Shall we go and pay our respects?"

"Where to go?"

Meiji Shrine? There are trams running all night tonight.

"Hey, hey, hey, aren't you guys mistaken? Everyone here runs a shrine, right? Oh, except for Tamamo-no-Mae, she's just a wild fox."

"I am Chestnut."

"Huh?"

"let me see."

"It really is! The eyes are like a chestnut's eyes, black. Oh no... they've turned gold again."

"Who just called me a wild fox?!"

"Uh, haha, don't be angry. Saying it's wild is a compliment."

"why?"

"Wild, uh, the meat is good..."

"Haha, Riho, are you sure you're not making fun of her, right?"

The ladies were bickering noisily. Mrs. Kasahara and Mrs. Hoshimi were watching TV, showing great interest whenever a tall, young male singer appeared. Hoshimi Rinko, however, only watched the young female singers.

Halfway through the game, the score showed the white team in the lead.

When the score was tallied for the second time, the red team took the lead and maintained it until the victory.

"That's unfair, the men's team should have won," Mrs. Kasahara said indignantly.

Fujiwara Izaya closed his eyes to rest, but he could hear them talking.

How wonderful it would be if time could stop flowing.

"Twenty minutes left, and the year will be over." The news anchor on television reported on scenes of people welcoming the New Year in various places. First, there were the streets of Shibuya and Tokyo Skytree in Tokyo, then the area around Chion-in Temple and Yasaka Shrine in Kyoto, followed by Eihei-ji Temple in the snow.

Let's leave all the joy, the pain, and everything from the past to the past!

The announcer's tone conveyed a sense of reluctance to say goodbye to the year that was about to end, and her expression gradually became more cheerful.

“Let’s go, let’s go to the shrine,” Mrs. Miki suggested.

"Shall we leave now?"

"Get rid of all bad luck."

Several mountain goddess ladies agreed to go and pay their respects.

"Whose house are we going to worship at?"

Tokyo Daijingu Shrine!

"Let's fly there, the bell will be ringing in about ten minutes..."

Where is Fujiwara?

"Let him sleep, don't wake him," Mrs. Kasahara said.

The mountain goddesses began to get up, tidy their clothes, and prepare to go out to participate in the first worship ceremony of the new year.

"Isn't Mother going?" Kasahara Fukari turned to look at Mrs. Kasahara, who hadn't moved.

"Ah, it's good that you young people go..." Mrs. Kasahara rubbed her eyes, feeling very sleepy. "Mother is getting old and should go to bed early."

Mrs. Hoshimi looked at her best friend.

Beneath her best friend's hand, a faint smile played on her lips, while a cunning glint flashed in her clear, sly eyes, hinting at the sinister intent of a successful plan.

And she didn't intend to enjoy it alone, but instead took his hand... Mrs. Hoshimi stiffened slightly, then looked at the other mountain goddesses: "You all go ahead, I also want to rest early..."

The once lively living room quickly quieted down.

The two chairpersons yawned and slowly walked back to their rooms.

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Fujiwara Izaya took a nap.

In the misty lake, he heard the New Year's bells ringing.

As if he had been waiting for this moment, he stood up, went upstairs to his room. He was overjoyed, and the thought of the happiness he was experiencing filled him with excitement.

In the brightly lit corridor on the second floor, a face as noble as a peony flower came into view.

Before I even got close, the fragrance wafted towards me.

She possesses an exquisite essence, a dreamlike quality that transcends reality, a more intense essence and state of being.

Fujiwara Izaya stepped forward.

The Great Goddess who appeared today had a different hairstyle than usual.

Her trendy wavy, ear-covering hairstyle accentuated her facial features, making her look even more like someone from a mythological story. She wore a magnificent gold court dress, and the back of her neck was as striking as a relief sculpture.

The perfume-like scent of his sweat made Fujiwara Izaya's heart pound even harder.

What brings you here?

"You're so silly!" Amaterasu flashed her shiny teeth and ruffled his hair. "Don't I come to see you every New Year? This year too. Happy New Year, please take good care of me."

She slightly raised her fair palm, revealing her slender wrist from her sleeve, her joints graceful and supple... This beauty also maintained a noble neutrality.

“Since we’re here,” Fujiwara Rinya said, grabbing her wrist, “let’s go together.”

"Huh?"

Amaterasu's body tilted to the side.

She fell into his arms, her face pressed against his chest and lifted up.

The majestic and noble Great God exuded an indescribable fragrance, so rich it was almost suffocating.

Her fair and beautiful face, free of makeup, shimmered with the light of the sun, and her lips trembled with a series of short, astonished sighs.

Those lips were covered by Fujiwara Izaya in a very natural way.

The moment our lips touched, a gentle sweetness spread, and the whole world trembled at the point of contact.

In an incomparable warmth and smoothness, Amaterasu was picked up by him and carried directly into the room... Inside, the lights were dim, and the floor was smooth and bright, like a vast, misty mirror. Two exceptionally beautiful women, their white water dresses and red inner skirts adorned with shimmering gold and silver embroidery, were there.

For a long time afterward, Amaterasu couldn't understand how she had so carelessly given away her chastity just by coming down to pay a New Year's visit... and because she acted so clumsily and helplessly, she was laughed at by her sisters for a very long time.

Seriously.

The great goddess's tens of thousands of years of prestige were completely destroyed in one night by a little devil, leaving only her shyness.

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After the New Year, in order to become the official chairman from the acting chairman, Fujiwara Rinya went to Kyoto with the two chairmen and stayed there for a while.

Besides his official duties, he also did a lot of other things.

We always chatted and played cards together in the evenings, spending many wonderful nights together.

Mrs. Hoshimi was always so warm and lovely, with her long, beautiful hair cascading down her delicate face, reminiscent of a Raphael-style oil painting.

Mrs. Kasahara always exudes a carefree and natural air when chatting or playing cards. With just a slight glance, she displays an extraordinary beauty and dignity.

When she was tired from playing and resting on the sofa, Fujiwara Rin would carefully observe her.

She slept with her eyes half-closed, occasionally twitching slightly as if by a sudden breeze rustling through the treetops. Her hands rested on her chest, her arms hanging childishly between her ribs.

Seeing this, Fujiwara Izaya almost burst out laughing several times. Only Kasahara Himeko could perfectly pull off this serious yet innocent and adorable look.

Admiring her sleeping face is a pure and simple pleasure.

Like a flock of birds flying across the sky, seemingly asleep, flapping their wings intermittently.

From every angle, Fujiwara Izaya discovered a new world that no one had ever seen before, and it was incredibly beautiful.

Sometimes the three of them would drink in the alleys of Kyoto.

The tipsy Ms. Himeko's eyes gleamed with a strange light. She really wanted to go back as soon as possible, leave all her worries behind, and snuggle into bed so that everyone could read and study together.

As for Miss Miko, she becomes very passive when drunk, trembling like a lonely, abandoned cat in the rain.

Miss Himeko looked at her, grinning wickedly like a monster. After Fujiwara Izaya scolded her, she put on an innocent and charming smile to get away with it.

One time, Ms. Himeko really couldn't hold back anymore.

"What a wonderful opportunity!"

Even Ms. Himeko was grumbling, "Don't tell me you're considering Miko, and stop trying to fob me off with those condescending words."

"Don't say that, we're peers!"

"No! You're so mean! You think Miko is more important than me?"

"Aren't you ashamed to be arguing like this?"