I have an unlimited number of shikigami

After placing the items in front of her master, she floated back to the kitchen and brought out the ingredients and sake.

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Kitahara."

Fujiwara Izaya smiled faintly and turned on the gas stove.

Heat a clay pot, coat the bottom evenly with oil, and lightly grill the thinly sliced ​​beef. Then add sugar, soy sauce, cooking wine, and other seasonings in that order. After the base of the broth is cooked, put the washed vegetables into the pot, cover it, and simmer for a while.

During this time, the Snow Woman obediently poured two cups of sake.

After the owner put the pot lid back on and had some free time, she immediately held the wine glass with both hands and fed it to the owner's lips.

"Thank you, Yukihime." Fujiwara Izaya took a sip of sake.

The coolness of the snow woman's hands seeped into the wine through the glass, a refreshing and soothing sensation.

"It's truly amazing..." Kitahara Takaki brought the sake to his lips, but instead of drinking, he stared at the snow woman with a look of amazement.

“Once you get used to this world, you won’t be surprised anymore.” Fujiwara Izaya leaned against a pillar, gently patting the snow woman nestled in his arms. “Everything has a spirit, even a snowflake.”

Xuebao obediently stretched out her little hand and poured her owner another glass of wine.

"Everything has a spirit..." Kitahara Takaki asked, "Even inanimate things?"

“Naturally, even without life, spirits can be cultivated over time.” Fujiwara Izaya picked up his wine glass and slowly brought it to his lips: “Common objects such as oil bottles, abacuses, and brooms are the easiest things to generate spirits because they come into contact with many people.”

After saying that, he took a sip of sake, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

It was a faint, almost imperceptible smile, like the kind that appears on a Bodhisattva statue.

Kitahara Takaki didn't quite understand.

But he was deeply shocked.

Chapter 65. Kawashima Miki's Confidence

"Pfft~ Pfft~"

The casserole began to boil, and steam rose from the lid.

The aroma of food began to fill the air, and the sound of cats meowing came from deep within the courtyard.

Kitahara Takaki looked toward the sound of the meows and saw three more kittens peeking out from the bushes, observing him. After watching for a while, he remarked with admiration, "The master truly lives up to his reputation."

"Why do you have such feelings?" Fujiwara Izaya opened the pot lid and placed the pre-cooked mushrooms and baby bok choy onto a plate.

“Looking at the master’s courtyard, even though it’s desolate everywhere,” Kitahara Takaki said, gazing into the distance, “at first I also thought it was an abandoned shrine, but after seeing the master, I felt a unique sense of tranquility that brought me peace. It’s incredible!”

"Haha, it's just because I don't need the protection of the mountain god." Fujiwara Izaya finished dividing the dishes and handed one to him. "Please enjoy your meal, Mr. Kitahara."

The two sat on the ground and began to eat breakfast.

The casserole was piled high with meat and various mushrooms, with sauce on the side. The two of them would dip the mushrooms in the sauce from time to time to enjoy them.

"By the way, what did the master just say?" Kitahara Takaki asked, taking a sip of his drink. "The protection of the mountain god?"

“Oh, this shrine enshrines the Nagano Mountain God,” Fujiwara Izaya said slowly, holding a wine glass between his fingers. “Helping the god build a shrine will earn you his protection. However, I prefer a quiet environment, and since I am strong enough, I don’t need the mountain god’s protection.”

Kitahara Takaki was completely shocked that he didn't need divine protection.

He stared blankly at Fujiwara Izaya, whose handsome face showed no trace of arrogance or haughtiness.

That composure and calmness comes from absolute confidence in one's own abilities.

Ignoring the dazed Kitahara-sensei, Fujiwara Izaya picked up a piece of beef, dipped it in sauce, and handed it to Yuki-onna: "Yuki-hime, would you like some?"

The snow woman opened her small mouth slightly and blew on the steaming beef.

Then... the cooked beef turned into frozen beef slices, and she opened her mouth and chewed them, making a "crunching" sound as she chewed ice.

Frozen beef doesn't taste very good.

The snow woman spat out all the beef and wrinkled her little face.

The crystal-clear, beautiful face showed a resentful expression, as if complaining to its owner why they had given Xuebao such unpalatable food.

"Who told you to have such a cold mouth?" Fujiwara Ryaya rubbed her head and coaxed, "From now on, I'll only let you eat cold things."

“Uh, Master…” Kitahara Takaki looked at the master and servant pair and stammered, “I have a request, I don’t know if it’s alright…”

"Please speak," Fujiwara Izaya said, picking up a piece of mushroom with his chopsticks and putting it in his mouth.

The cooked mushrooms have absorbed all the broth, and with one bite, the rich aroma instantly fills your mouth.

"Excuse me," Kitahara Takaki asked cautiously, "may I help the mountain god build a shrine?"

"Oh?" Fujiwara Izaya looked at him with a half-smile.

"I'm sorry to have made you laugh, Master." Kitahara Takaki looked a little uneasy. "Mainly, after everything that's happened, I'm a bit uneasy. If I could receive the protection of the Mountain God..."

"I understand." Fujiwara Izaya nodded with a smile, raising his glass. "Let's drink."

The two ate and drank together.

This matter has not been discussed yet.

When they were slightly tipsy, Fujiwara Izaya poured sake for Kitahara Takaki and muttered in a low voice, "Make a design for me to see carefully. After the shrine is built, the mountain god will protect you."

He wasn't lying.

After all... the Mountain God is himself.

"understand!"

Kitahara Takaki excitedly downed the drink in his glass.

He put down the cup, got up to say goodbye, and ran back to the company to design blueprints, carrying his leather shoes.

“Yukihime,” Fujiwara Izaya said, his fingers holding a wine glass, his eyes narrowed with delight, “we’re going to have a new house to live in.”

The snow woman didn't listen to him.

She was staring curiously at the sake in the glass.

As she watched, she couldn't help but bend down and lick the wine in the glass with her soft little tongue.

Well……

It's so bitter.

Olaf doesn't like it.

"Haha~" Fujiwara Rinya tapped her head and drank the wine in his glass.

A gentle breeze blows.

The bellflowers in the grass swayed gently.

※※※※※

Yoshihara, the empress bubble bath.

The building has nine floors in total, with the top floor being the exclusive area occupied by Kawashima Miki.

On this territory belonging to the Empress, there are many functional areas such as office area, leisure area, fitness area, and rest area. At this moment, the Empress is in the fitness area, listening to Janáček's "Symphony" while doing aerobics on the carpet.

To the rhythm of the music, awaken all the muscles you rarely use in daily life and give them a thorough workout according to the program. Until these muscles let out a silent groan, and sweat drips down your smooth skin onto the floor.

This was one of the many habits that Kawashima Miki had developed after living in Tokyo for so long.

While listening to music and stretching her body to its limit, her mind would miraculously calm down. In this moment, she could be the interrogator or the interrogated; she could be the coercer or the coerced.

After about 25 minutes, the record player stopped, and the pickup arm automatically returned to its original position.

"Whoo~"

Kawashima Miki let out a long breath, her whole body drenched in sweat.

After a full workout, she felt utterly exhausted, like a wrung-out rag, and didn't want to move a single finger.

Just then, my phone rang.

After the call was connected, Izaya Fujiwara's voice came through the receiver.

“Madam, I have some time today,” he said. “If it’s convenient, I’ll come over to your place.”

“Yes,” Kawashima Miki replied.

The moment she hung up the phone, a strange thought popped into her mind.

If, just if... if that little pervert saw me now, drenched in sweat and almost exhausted, would he lose control of his desires and assault me ​​without restraint?

Kawashima Miki is very confident in herself.

If she tempts him a little more, there's at least an 80% chance he'll do it.

Get up from the floor, take off your clothes, and go to the bathroom for a nice hot shower to wash away the sweat.

After washing up, she dried herself with a towel and looked at her whole body in the mirror embedded in the door.

A slender abdomen, well-defined muscles, and a beautifully shaped, eye-catching chest.

Every part of her body is perfect, but what Kawashima Miki is most proud of are her long, straight, beautiful legs and her vibrant peach-shaped buttocks.

No man can resist such temptation.

After observing her body for a while, Kawashima Miki confidently raised her head and examined her face.

Her full, sensual lips were pressed into a straight line, revealing a personality that would not be easily tamed by anything. Her straight, delicate nose and slender eyebrows further enhanced this impression.

Unfortunately, her round, oval face made her look rather delicate, and she appeared intellectual and shy, like a gentle and graceful woman from a Yamato Nadeshiko.

It's a bit contradictory.

Just like her personality.

Naturally elegant when still.

But when changes occur, they may be accompanied by a mix of opposite emotions, such as good mood or bad mood, dejection or high spirits, laziness or desire. This unpredictable personality is precisely what Kawashima Miki considers her greatest charm as a woman.

snort!

Little Fujiwara Izaya.

You absolutely can't resist my charm!

Say something.