I have an unlimited number of shikigami

On the spacious bed, Kawashima Miki frowned, her smooth, long legs pressed together, rubbing gently.

"Don't~"

"Don't touch my butt—"

His hands swung weakly, as if in resistance and struggle.

"...Fujiwara Izaya, stop!"

moment.

Kawashima Miki struggled violently for a few moments, then with a forceful swing of her hands, knocked the alarm clock off the bedside table.

"Crack~"

The sound of the alarm clock hitting the ground woke her from her nightmare.

It was nearly evening.

The room was dimly lit with the curtains drawn.

A naked woman lay half-reclined on the bed.

A trace of clear saliva clung to the corner of her mouth, her face flushed and dazed, giving her an expression of utterly humiliated.

I stayed quietly for a while.

As the gaze gradually focused, Kawashima Miki sat up straight with her legs bent, her expression still somewhat dazed.

My whole body felt weak and powerless, and I could vaguely feel a cold sensation between my legs. I reached down and touched it... It was sticky and embarrassing.

Something is wrong!

That dream was really weird!

Kawashima Miki took a deep breath, gently hugged her legs, and rested her forehead on her knees.

What do dreams really represent?

At the end of the dream, I berated the other person for being arrogant, and then the other person seemed to be laughing shamelessly, saying something like "The little spider hasn't been trained yet," and then attacked me.

The Empress was actually touched on the butt!

This is so embarrassing!

And... and that voice was somewhat familiar, and the last glimpse of his face looked a bit like that bastard Fujiwara Izaya. What's going on?

As I thought about it, I felt my mouth and throat become dry.

Kawashima Miki picked up the water glass from the bedside table and slowly took a few sips.

She held the cup tightly in her hand, biting the rim of it with her lips, her brows furrowed the whole time.

That was just a wet dream, right...? Ahhh, you're going to die...? Kawashima Miki!

Even if you do have desires, you shouldn't use that little brat as an object of your fantasies. What is there about him that's worth fantasizing about?

Hey, right, what if...? A question suddenly popped into Kawashima Miki's mind.

What if it really could be like in my dream...

Fujiwara Izaya forced himself to do such shameful things just for his own pleasure, and he was unmoved no matter how much he cried and begged for mercy. Wouldn't he feel ashamed at the same time, yet still be addicted to the thrill?

According to human understanding, dreams are the manifestation of desires in the heart.

Could it be that my ripe body is secretly anticipating that kind of thing...?

"Eek~~"

"Kawashima Miki, you're so shameless..."

Kawashima Miki muttered a self-deprecating remark, holding her water glass and staring blankly at it. On the transparent rim of the glass was a bright red lipstick mark left by her own lips, full and alluring on both sides…

The more she stared at the alluring lip print, the hotter she felt and the harder it was to breathe.

My chest felt hard.

My lower abdomen is also itchy, like many small spiders are crawling inside, which makes me very uncomfortable.

No!

I can't keep thinking about these things.

If this continues, your body will become increasingly strange!

Kawashima Miki scrambled off the bed, ran barefoot across the living room, and went to the bathroom to wash the marks off her legs.

Carefully comb your hair in front of the mirror, then put it up in a bun and secure it with a pretty hairpin. Next, trim your eyebrows with scissors, apply a thin layer of cream to your face, and then apply a bright lipstick.

Press your lips together in front of the mirror to make sure the lipstick is applied evenly and covers every millimeter of skin.

Fujiwara Rin is coming over tonight too.

She had to do everything in her power to keep him there overnight.

then……

They demolished his dilapidated shrine overnight.

To ensure the plan went perfectly, Kawashima Miki put a lot of thought into choosing her clothes.

She wore 10D ultra-thin black stockings with a small tie-up panty. The skirt was a high-waisted, slit mini-skirt; with even slight movements, the entire side of her thigh could be exposed down to her hip. Because of the tie-up panty, there wasn't much fabric covering this area, allowing her skin to be fully exposed.

Men are such despicable creatures.

They like this kind of suggestive yet not revealing look, which carries a provocative quality.

After putting on her lower body, she chose a white silk shirt to wear on her upper body.

The material is thin and soft, clinging tightly to the skin like the thin membrane of an onion, making it particularly flattering.

After getting dressed, Kawashima Miki swayed and twisted her waist a few times in front of the mirror to make her bra fit her body. As she twisted, she wondered to herself if her breasts were any bigger, would they become a burden?

Standing in front of the mirror, I looked around, checking the details of my face to make sure there were no problems.

Kawashima Miki then applied a thin layer of cream to her face and sprayed some rose-scented perfume on her neck and wrists.

Having lived in Tokyo for many years and always playing the role of a human, she has become increasingly immersed in it. At least in spending a lot of time every day dressing herself up beautifully, she can genuinely derive a great deal of happiness from it.

Even after she had done everything, she still didn't leave the mirror.

With her hands cupping her cheeks, feeling the vibrant and supple skin, Kawashima Miki continued to revel in her own beauty.

"I am such a beautiful woman..." She has exclaimed this at least tens of thousands of times, at least three times a day, when she stands in front of the mirror and looks at herself.

Very narcissistic.

but it does not matter.

No matter how narcissistic someone is, it's their own freedom.

After confirming that her outfit for the evening was flawless, Kawashima Miki turned slightly in front of the mirror and began practicing various smiles.

Whether sweet, sorrowful, charming, or cold.

She is well-versed in many ways of smiling.

No matter which one Fujiwara Izaya likes, she can transform into that one.

Kawashima Miki is a complex and dangerous woman.

Even she herself agrees with this assessment.

Like the mimicry of certain insects, she can win a man's heart by changing her own temperament.

To men who crave conquest, she exudes a cold aura, her words laced with mockery and aggression, her eyes always gleaming with unwavering tolerance. To men who appreciate gentleness, she presents herself as cultured and elegant, a faint smile ever-present. To men with a strong sense of male chauvinism, she reveals a soft and timid demeanor, naturally evoking a protective instinct in him—much like insects releasing sensual scents to attract mates.

anyway.

We must win tonight!

As darkness fell, the Sky Tower lit up with dazzling, colorful lights.

Kawashima Miki moved to the kitchen and made ham and eggs with eggs, ham, and butter, then drank a carton of orange juice straight from her mouth. At six o'clock sharp, she put on her red-soled black high heels, left her private area, and began to patrol her territory.

Chapter 68. Sister-in-law, you...you're not planning to use your body as bait, are you?

Empress's bubble bath.

Kawashima Miki walked from the first floor to the fourth floor, checking various preparations before opening. The air conditioning blowing in her face was a bit cold, giving her a somewhat rough feeling.

These four floors are where men seeking pleasure gather the most. Even before the building opened, many regular customers were already waiting there.

Whether it was employees or customers, everyone's attention was focused on her.

Her sexy and neat outfit, with her hair elegantly styled in a bun, made her appear both innocent and alluring. Standing at 168 centimeters tall, her exposed calves and arms were graceful and beautiful, and all her muscles exuded a captivating fragrance.

Feeling the intense gazes of the people, Kawashima Miki walked with light steps.

If you like watching it, then watch it as much as you like.

She even thought with a touch of wicked humor, "No matter how hard you try, you can only see my clothes, not what's inside."

Oh, and more.

For viewing only; please do not approach or play with it.

Otherwise, you will lose your life!

Her high heels clicked crisply on the marble floor, her skirt swayed slightly, and Kawashima Miki straightened her back as she walked up to the fifth floor.

This floor is a restaurant and bar, where guests can replenish their energy after strenuous exercise.

The hotel is on the sixth floor, which is up to the top.

It features accommodation, a cinema, a gym, a swimming pool, and more.

The seventh floor is the staff rest area and office area, while the eighth floor is the Black Spider Group's base.

In the past, Kawashima Miki would almost never set foot on the eighth floor.

But after Araki Taro's death, she needed to temporarily manage the Black Spider Group's operations until the arrival of the new Number Ten.

From the seventh floor, take the stairs to the eighth floor and enter the long corridor.

The ceiling was high, the light was dim, and the carpet underfoot was thick and soft, reminiscent of ancient moss on a far northern island, completely absorbing the sound of footsteps.