I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Her gaze drifted down to the pointed heels of her high heels. If Fujiwara Ryoma made that kind of request, she feared she might not be able to resist taking off her heels and stabbing the heels directly into his face.

That would be satisfying, but it won't work.

She needs to endure humiliation for the time being.

First, lure Fujiwara Izaya into taking a bubble bath, use eroticism to numb him, and then take over the entire Asakusa Shrine once he lowers his guard.

“Madam,” Fujiwara Rinya slammed his fist on the table, “are you even listening to me?”

Kawashima Miki gave a soft "hmm".

Then, she bravely raised her head and looked directly at Fujiwara Izaya.

Those eyes were beautiful, with a deep and complex color, as alluring as a whirlpool. When Fujiwara Izaya looked into her eyes, a blush rose on her face, making her look shy and charming.

Chapter 53. We must suck this bastard dry!

"Uh-huh……"

A voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz escaped from slightly parted red lips.

Kawashima Miki crossed her arms, trying to appear shy, her face flushed as she stared at her high heels, and continued in a rather ambiguous tone, "I'll do anything Fujiwara-sensei needs..."

"?"

Madam, something's wrong!

Fujiwara Izaya found it very strange.

The current atmosphere of the conversation feels like I'm threatening her with something I'm holding, teetering on the edge of committing a crime.

Young, beautiful, and wealthy wife, you don't want to be killed by your husband's ghost, do you?

How about this, you and I will NTR him in front of his ghost, and that way I can save your life...

Tsk tsk.

What's the plot of that short film?

"Click~"

The door next to them opened, and a young woman peeked out and glanced over.

"Is Fujiwara Rin here too?" she called out.

“Yes, I am.” Fujiwara Izaya stood up.

The young woman glanced at him and smiled in a formulaic manner: "Director Takeuchi is waiting for you inside."

"Coming right away." Fujiwara Izaya nodded, then looked at Kawashima Miki: "I have to go now, contact me again during the Golden Week holiday."

"OK, all right."

Kawashima Miki gave a slightly shy smile.

"Wait a moment, let me give you a business card." With that, she opened the metal clasp of her handbag, took out a shiny black business card holder slightly smaller than a cassette tape, and picked one out with her fingers, handing it to him.

Fujiwara Izaya wanted to return the favor by handing her a business card.

But after putting his hand in his school uniform pocket, he remembered that he had already given it to her, so he turned around and left.

The business card the lady gave me was simple, made of thin plastic, and emitted a faint rose scent. Holding it to my nose, I smelled it; it was almost identical to her natural body odor, suggesting she was a woman who habitually wore rose perfume.

The words "Kawashima Miki" are printed in large black letters in the middle, and the address and number are printed in smaller font below.

There is no other information.

Kawashima Miki?

Mrs. Araki...

Did you not change your surname to your husband's after getting married?

Slightly puzzled, Fujiwara Izaya put away the business card and went into the office.

In the rest area by the window, Kawashima Miki watched his figure disappear through the door, then turned around, held her cup with both hands, took a small sip of lemonade through the straw, and immediately frowned, pushing the cup aside as if it tasted terrible.

"You bastard!"

"We must suck this bastard dry!"

A furious curse escaped from her sexy red lips. Kawashima Miki rubbed her tired eyes, propped her chin up with her hands, and looked out the window. With her eyes that lacked depth, she stared blankly at the 243-meter-tall Shinjuku Metropolitan Government Building twin towers across the street.

※※※※※

Upon entering the office, the young woman was making coffee at the tea bar near the entrance.

The space is small but elegant, featuring a Scandinavian-style desk, a small sofa set, and wooden cabinets. On the desk sits a stainless steel desk lamp and computer monitor that resemble works of art, a heavy glass ashtray, and a large abstract painting with broad, unpainted areas of natural color hanging on the wall.

As Fujiwara Izaya walked inside, a tall man got up from his office chair to greet him.

His strong physique was encased in a perfectly wrinkle-free suit, a blend of blue and gray, made of a lightweight and high-quality material. He strode with large, slightly hurried steps, inadvertently conveying the impression that he valued his guest highly.

“Master Fujiwara, is it?” Director Takeuchi walked over with a composed smile, extending his hand. “Welcome, welcome.”

"Hello." Fujiwara Izaya shook hands with him.

"What a wonderful day! I've worked here for ten years, and this is the first time I've ever received guests from Asakusa Shrine," Director Takeuchi said with a smile, then scanned Fujiwara Izaya as if inspecting contraband.

Their gaze slowly fell on him from top to bottom, and then from bottom to top, scrutinizing every single detail.

Honestly, Fujiwara Izaya was afraid that he would touch her without saying a word, or take out a measuring tape or something to measure her size.

"His demeanor is refined, his gaze is elegant," Chief Takeuchi said, withdrawing his gaze as if admiringly. "If this were the Heian period, Master Fujiwara would surely have been a renowned Onmyoji."

"That's an exaggeration," Fujiwara Izaya said modestly, shaking his head.

“It’s no exaggeration. My first impression of you is that of a handsome and elegant man like Abe no Seimei,” Director Takeuchi turned around and sat back down in his office chair, speaking to him across the desk. “If you had been born in that era, you would surely have received many letters from women of noble birth, filled with tender waka poems.”

“This is not a good thing,” Fujiwara Rinya sat down in the chair opposite him. “With my abilities, I might be assassinated by the fathers of those women of noble blood, so it’s better to avoid so many romantic entanglements.”

“Haha, you can marry into the family,” Chief Takeuchi said with a slight smirk and narrowed his eyes. “I can introduce you to a few.”

For a moment, Fujiwara Izaya's expression turned strange, but he immediately put on a smile: "Thank you for your kindness, Chief. Let me first explain the purpose of my visit today..."

"No rush, no rush." ​​Director Takeuchi raised his hand to interrupt him, then glanced at the door: "Is the coffee ready?"

"coming."

The young woman who had just brought in two cups of coffee gave one to each of them.

"Have something to drink first," Director Takeuchi gestured for them to have something to drink.

Fujiwara Izaya thanked him and took a few sips of coffee.

It has a rich flavor and is at the perfect temperature. The cream-colored mug features the Lexus logo.

Director Takeuchi slowly poured milk into his coffee, stirring it gently with a spoon, without adding sugar. The office was quiet, with only the dry ticking of the clock in the corner.

After slowly finishing his coffee, he suddenly glanced at the clock as if remembering something.

It's 11:15, and I still have 45 minutes before I can leave work. It's so hard to wait...

Why is this child pushing the problem onto me?

Why bother renovating? Why not save the money to buy some good food? It would be much better to let that dilapidated shrine be lost to the river of time!

After racking his brains but still unable to come up with a solution, Director Takeuchi became slightly irritated and couldn't help but take out a red Marlboro cigarette case from his pocket and ask, "Do you mind if I smoke?"

“It’s alright,” Fujiwara Izaya replied. “I see the director is about to leave work, so why don’t you listen to what I have to say?”

"Please speak."

Director Takeuchi lit a cigarette with a small gold lighter.

“I plan to start renovations on Asakusa Shrine after the Golden Week holiday,” Fujiwara Izaya said, sitting upright with a calm and composed tone. “The blueprints will be submitted to the Director on the first day after Golden Week. I would appreciate it if you could take the time to review them.”

“Renovation is not a problem…” Director Takeuchi took a deep drag of his cigarette, squinted, and slowly exhaled.

"Do you smoke?" he changed the subject.

“I don’t smoke,” Fujiwara Izaya shook his head. “I’ve never smoked a cigarette since I was born, and the people I know don’t smoke either.”

"That's a good thing, once you start smoking, it's hard to quit..." Director Takeuchi paused his conversation, as if recalling a distant memory, watching the wisps of smoke rising from the cigarette butt.

After a few more minutes, he flicked the ash off his cigarette in the ashtray and then looked up at Tsukasa Tazaki.

"To be honest, Shintoism's overall development direction is currently conservative, and it does not support the continued expansion of shrines. There has been a persistent voice from the outside world saying that Shintoism is engaging in religious worship for the purpose of making money, and that it is even carrying out almost brutal brainwashing of the masses for this purpose. In order to reduce the impact of public opinion, no shrine expansion has been approved in the last three to five years."

"You're talking nonsense..." Fujiwara Izaya cursed inwardly.

Shintoism has been desperately trying to expand its influence in recent years in order to suppress Buddhism and Taoism. Now you say it's afraid of public opinion and dares not expand?

Do you really think I'm a child?

Chapter 54. Kawashima Miki is in danger.

I'm definitely renovating this shrine, and even Amaterasu can't stop me... Fujiwara Izaya took a deep breath and picked up his coffee cup.

There was no coffee in the cup, so he gently shook his head and put the cup back on the saucer.

“Director Takeuchi, I’d like to remind you of something.” Fujiwara Izaya’s tone turned cold as he stared intently at Director Takeuchi’s face. “My goal is to renovate the shrine and rebuild it to its former size, not to request its expansion.”

"That's about right..." Director Takeuchi held a cigarette in one hand and twirled the gold lighter in the other.

“It’s far from that,” Fujiwara Izaya said calmly. “I’m just returning to the original scale, that’s all. I won’t expand outwards and squeeze out the living space of my competitors.”

"..."

Director Takeuchi was momentarily speechless.

He paused for a moment, stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, and stroked his beard while looking at Fujiwara Izaya: "Excuse me, what is your relationship with Natsuki Shrine Maiden?"

“She is a very important person to me,” Fujiwara Izaya said calmly. “She taught me knowledge, taught me how to be a person, and helped me adapt to this world. If I had to describe our relationship, I would consider her my own mother.”

"Where is your mother?" Director Takeuchi held the lighter, toying with it as he carefully chose his words. "Or perhaps, is Natsuki Shrine Maiden your mother?"

“Director, I am an orphan,” Fujiwara Izaya replied. “If you have any questions, you can go to the Metropolitan Police Department to request access to the citizen information file.”

"Haha, just kidding..." Director Takeuchi took another cigarette from the cigarette case, put it in his mouth, lit it with a lighter, and then frowned slightly, as if he had finally made up his mind, and asked, "Do you know about the past of Asakusa Shrine?"

“I don’t care.” Fujiwara Izaya shook his head. “Now I have the final say on the size and suitability of Asakusa Shrine. The past is not within my consideration.”

“But the truth won’t remain buried forever.” Director Takeuchi carefully considered the weight of his words, a cigarette between his fingers. “The truth is like an ancient city buried in sand. As time goes by, the sand may pile up deeper and deeper, or it may be blown away, revealing the ancient city. I’m quite certain of that.”