I have an unlimited number of shikigami

"Humph!"

As she spoke, Ms. Himeko rolled over to the side and threw a tantrum.

To Fujiwara Izaya, her temper tantrums were certainly not unlovable; the more mischievous she was, the more fun life became. But he often had to endure some hardship before he could enjoy the sweetness. If only there were no hardship... The thought brought tears to his eyes.

Well.

That's how the days went by.

On their last night before returning to Tokyo, the three of them had another big meal and drinks at the hotel.

Mrs. Hoshimi leaned against the edge of the bed, looking dazed.

"Sorry, I've had a bit too much to drink."

"Come and have some tea." Mrs. Kasahara brewed some herbal tea, chuckling, her eyes filled with that strange light. Before she knew it, she had taken off her coat.

The hotel's balcony faces Kawabata-ko and offers views of the trees along the Takano River.

“This place is really nice.” Mrs. Kasahara stretched her body. “If you come here in August, you can climb up to the roof and see the big bonfire.”

Fujiwara Izaya didn't care at all about the big word fire.

Invited to the chairman's room for drinks, he pondered how to maintain his gentlemanly demeanor in such an unusual situation.

If Eri Fukasaki were here, that would be great.

With Eri Fukamoto watching over him, he can handle the situation calmly.

Ignoring her drunken best friend beside her, Ms. Himeko whispered to Fujiwara Izaya in her usual coquettish tone. She mumbled something, then crawled around him on her knees.

"Why are you making such a scary face?"

"That's just how I always look."

"You're lying!" Ms. Himeko's eyes were clearly not right.

"Can't I just get some sleep after getting drunk...?" Fujiwara Izaya lamented inwardly.

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The next morning, after getting up, Hara Izaya sat on the toilet, thinking about the two women he had been with the previous night.

One is a kitten that sleeps peacefully when drunk, and the other is a puppy that licks everything when drunk. Thinking about it, compared to the uneventful life I lived for more than ten years when I was a child, life now is really too exciting.

Oh oh.

This life is damn sweet.

It's highly likely that daily arguments will be unavoidable, and sweet talk will be needed to maintain family stability. Just thinking about it is exhausting; what if I develop neurasthenia when I get old?

Never mind, never mind.

Anyway, my biggest advantage is that I'm tough and resilient.

"I'm not afraid of you!"

With a loud shout to bolster his spirits, Fujiwara Izaya got up from the toilet and ran into Miss Miko's room.

The two ladies lay sideways in the middle of the large bed, making purring sounds like kittens.

"I should have been there when they woke up!"

Fujiwara Izaya had just lain down.

Miss Miko twitched her nose and opened her eyes: "What are you doing here?"

Fujiwara Izaya pretended to scratch his head: "Himeko did a lot of bad things after you got drunk last night. You'll have to protect me when she wakes up."

Miss Miko didn't hear what he said clearly.

"That is to say, if she drinks too much, Himeko's rationality will relax."

Miss Miko suddenly realized: "Did she also cause a drunken scene with you?"

It seems that Miss Miko is also a victim.

Fujiwara Izaya sighed with a sorrowful expression, "Himeko-san is truly guilty of heinous crimes."

Just then, Mrs. Kasahara woke up, grabbed the trash can, and vomited. She protested with a "Yue~" as she vomited the contents of her stomach.

Mrs. Hoshimi and Fujiwara Izaya exchanged a glance.

"Please be a gentleman and take care of her."

"I'm so unlucky..."

"Please don't blame her too much. Look, Himeko is even hugging a trash can, she's getting her comeuppance. Besides, we came here with you, wasn't it all for your sake? Don't be ungrateful."

"Miss Miko is so gentle."

“That’s right.” Mrs. Hoshimi smiled gently.

"I really want to date a girl with long, straight black hair like Miko."

Mrs. Kasahara lifted her face from the trash can: "Isn't that Rinko?"

Mrs. Hoshimi blushed, clenched her little fists, and stared at Fujiwara Izaya: "That's too much, Fujiwara-kun is too much, always deliberately bringing up Rinko in front of me!"

"Let's kill him and take all his property!" Mrs. Kasahara smiled eerily, her expression like that of a wicked shopkeeper plotting to seize the store's assets.

"Time to go back to Tokyo!"

Fujiwara Izaya laughed and rolled off the bed to pack his luggage.

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Time flies and summer has come again.

When he woke up in the morning light, Fujiwara Rin could vaguely see the figure beside him, the white teeth showing between his half-open lips and the snow-white, delicate skin under the covers.

A morning breeze blew in, and the tassels on the window curtains swayed quietly.

"Madam, how about a reward?"

"You little rascal. Okay, just once," Miki Kawashima said in her childish voice.

After kissing him, Mrs. Miki got up and put on a black velvet nightgown.

My seven-month-old belly is starting to throb with each wave of menstrual movement.

Thankfully, she actually got pregnant that time.

Otherwise, Fujiwara Rin would also be facing hell.

"Miki".

Fujiwara Izaya hugged her from behind.

He untied the belt of his bathrobe.

Mrs. Miki shook her head in refusal. She was wearing nothing under her nightgown and knelt down in the dim light of dawn.

In another room, the Queen was feeding her baby. After the baby was full and fell asleep again, she transformed into a fox and gently embraced the baby as she drifted off to sleep.

The sky soon brightened.

A beautiful, deep, and clear blue sky stretched endlessly before them, and several still swings cast tranquil shadows on the green ground. Fujiwara Izaya moved a deck chair and began reading by the pond.

Yuki-bo, Jorogumo, and Suzuhiko-hime, these few shikigami who were left to roam freely, would occasionally come to him for food, but they spent most of their time wandering outside. These days, it's not uncommon to see yokai swaggering around the streets of Tokyo...

"How long has it been since you went to school?"

Asuka Kasahara walked in from outside, raising her slender, soft arms high and stretching out in a big yawn.

“I’m too famous now,” Fujiwara Izaya said with a helpless smile. “Going to school would actually be a bad thing.”

Kasahara Asuka sat down beside him, brushing away a few petals that had fallen on him. A fawning smile appeared on her face: "Could you talk to Mom and ask if Xiangxiang doesn't have to go to school either?"

"no!"

Fujiwara Izaya refused outright.

Kasahara Asuka gave him a playful nip on the shoulder, then squeezed into the recliner to sleep in with him. Kawashima Miki moved a small stool over and started knitting clothes for the baby next to her.

Kasahara Asuka stared at her belly with wide eyes and chuckled.

It's obvious they've come up with another bad idea.

The sun rose a little higher, and clusters of white clouds stretched across the horizon like rolling mountain peaks.

"You're all here." Tamamo-no-Mae came out of the bedroom with her child in her arms to bask in the sun.

"Let me hug Kiyoaki." Kasahara Asuka opened her arms.

"You'd better be careful," the Queen said pettily before handing the child over to her.

Fujiwara Izaya leaned his face closer.

This is a little boy, exquisitely beautiful, like a little angel, almost transparently so. His fingers are slender, his lips are as small as his mother's and look incredibly soft, his arms are round and adorable, and his golden eyes have a certain majesty... Every part of him exudes an indescribable sweetness.

Kasahara Asuka tapped the little guy's lips with her finger: "Hurry up and call her Auntie Kasa."

The little one grabbed Aunt Xiang's soft, white finger and put it in his mouth, making a "waaaah~" sound.

"Haha." Kasahara Asuka laughed happily. "So cute, can I borrow it for a few days?"

"Alright, stop making him cry. You're still a child yourself, how can I entrust the child to you..." Tamamo-no-Mae nervously took the child back.

The little guy's name is Fujiwara Kiyoaki.

She was the first child in the family.

"Isn't the name I chose 'Hate Perfection'?" Fujiwara Izaya looked at the Queen and said, as if seeking praise, "Kiyoshi Kiyoshi, the manifestation of cleanliness and perfection."

The Queen ignored the childish father.

She gazed intently at her son, her eyes devoid of any queenly majesty, overflowing instead with tender maternal love. The aloof and ruthless Tamamo-no-Mae was now gentle and dignified, completely immersed in the role of a mother.

"Isn't he a bit too charming for a boy?" Miki Kawashima asked, looking up.

"Don't worry about it, the little guy is sure to be a smart and brave man," Fujiwara Izaya said, shaking his head. "He's only a tiny bit less capable than his dad."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Kawashima Miki and Tamamo-no-Mae each kicked him.

"You're all here."

From the courtyard, Hoshimi Miko walked in, supported by Hoshimi Rinko.