I have an unlimited number of shikigami

It wouldn't be so bad to let such a handsome young man get away with it for free.

"Uh, sure." The hostess gripped the flyer tightly in both hands, bringing her face slightly closer to Fujiwara Izaya. "Remember to choose me when you come in. After I help you with your bath, we'll go to the inn. I'll pay for the accommodation."

"Can you talk to me about the Spanish Civil War?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.

"Eh?"

The woman in charge of the customs was completely bewildered.

"Sorry, we don't have anything in common."

Fujiwara Izaya waved his hand and quickened his pace to break free from the entanglement.

As we continued forward, more and more chaotic scenes flashed by.

Wet streets, giant LED screens displaying tourist information, exceptionally bright lights from commercial buildings, arguing and shoving tourists, young people smoking, bald thugs in suits, faded posters on utility poles, and brightly colored hair... In the bizarre and chaotic Yoshiwara district, the grand and orderly atmosphere unique to Tokyo has vanished, and an indescribable restlessness permeates the air.

At 6:15, I entered the Empress Bubble Bath lobby.

You have a new random task.

Fujiwara Izaya paused in his steps.

Open the email sent by the system and view the task.

[The Jorogumo of May, bearing a sorrow that stings the heart; beneath her gentle and elegant appearance, eight long legs conceal a deadly poison—be careful not to lose your life!]

[Mission Requirement: Capture Jorogumo.]

[Deadline: Before June.]

[Task Rewards: 1000 points, 10 Jade, and a Jorogumo Training Gift Pack.]

The quest was triggered here...

Could it be that Jorogumo is hiding in this building?

Fujiwara Izaya perked up and carefully observed his surroundings.

The hall here is quite magnificent, with a ceiling as imposing as a stadium, crystal chandeliers casting their light down, and sparkling crystal ornaments everywhere.

The environment looks normal; it doesn't resemble a spider's nest at all.

Fujiwara Izaya walked inside while looking around.

The marble floor was so shiny it reflected light, and the obviously expensive sofas were neatly arranged. On the wall hung a nine-square-meter oil painting depicting Adam and Eve.

Ok.

The meaning of this painting perfectly matches the brothel.

After looking around, I found nothing.

Fujiwara Rinya called Kawashima Miki and sat alone on the sofa waiting.

It was only the beginning of the business day, and there weren't many people in the lobby. A group of elegantly dressed prostitutes kept glancing at him, whispering and giggling, seemingly wondering why such a handsome man would need to come to a brothel.

"Excuse me, sir, do you have any familiar ladies?" a woman dressed in a high-slit cheongsam asked in a very gentle voice.

"No." Fujiwara Izaya shook his head, then added, "This is my first time in a place like this."

"Oh, so it's your first time." The prostitute immediately felt that her opportunity had come. She unbuttoned the top button of her cheongsam and bent down slightly. "How do you think I am? If you need anything, I can provide you with a free service. I guarantee you'll look beautiful."

Big.

so big!

Fujiwara Izaya felt his heart beating a little fast.

This kind of place is too exciting for him, after all, he is still an innocent little monster.

"Uh, thank you..." Fujiwara Izaya steadied his breathing and said politely, "I made an appointment with your boss's wife, you don't want to compete with her for business, do you?"

"...?"

The woman who performed the rituals blinked.

When did the proprietress... enter the sex industry?

Fujiwara Izaya silently scrutinized her, trying to find some flaw in her.

Everyone here could be a Jorogumo, so you have to be on your guard, or you might accidentally be charmed.

"Da da da—"

The crisp sound of stiletto heels clicking on the marble floor reached my ears.

Over at the elevator, elegantly dressed Miki Kawashima walked out, each click of her heels rhythmic, as if striking the hearts of those listening.

The prostitute tactfully left.

As she walked towards the sofa, Kawashima Miki's face was calm and aloof, and her powerful aura could be felt from eight meters away.

The air in the entire lobby suddenly became solemn, and everyone was looking at her.

Even Fujiwara Izaya's gaze lingered on her, clearly captivated by her beautiful face.

Kawashima Miki put away her cold expression, replaced it with a slight smile, and extended her hand to him: "Welcome, Master Fujiwara."

"Hello, Madam." Fujiwara Izaya shook hands with her.

"Sit here for a while, let me introduce our specialties to the little mage." Kawashima Miki leaned down on the side of the sofa and casually nudged Fujiwara Izaya with her shoulder, a faint scent of perfume wafting over.

It smells wonderfully like roses.

After settling in, she gracefully crossed one leg and picked up the booklet from the table.

Fujiwara Ryaya occasionally caught a glimpse of her movements out of the corner of his eye. She had beautiful legs, well-defined eyebrows, and was slightly biting her glossy lower lip, seemingly contemplating how to promote the services at her shop.

She seemed especially alluring today… Fujiwara Izaya’s gaze involuntarily drifted downwards.

On the leg that the woman had raised, her tight-fitting short skirt was slit all the way up to her hip, and without any underwear to cover it, her fair and flawless skin was completely exposed to his view.

Even the outline of the pelvis can be vaguely discerned.

Although her vital parts were completely hidden, Fujiwara Izaya felt that this ambiguous and hazy feeling made her even more alluring.

"What is the little mage looking at?" Kawashima Miki tilted her head to look at him and smiled slightly.

"Uh, it's nothing..." Fujiwara Izaya quickly looked away, and to shake off the feeling of guilt, he quickly added, "You look beautiful today, ma'am."

“Well,” Kawashima Miki leaned closer, “does the little mage like it? Please answer honestly, no lying allowed.”

A faint warmth wafted over, accompanied by a fragrance. Fujiwara Izaya nodded: "Purely from an aesthetic point of view, I really like it."

"I love hearing people praise me," Kawashima Miki said, laughing heartily.

Her full breasts trembled slightly with her body, as if she were truly happy.

Chapter 70.

The waitress came over and brought two glasses of ice water.

"Little Master, is there anyone you like?" Kawashima Miki handed the roster in her hand to Fujiwara Izaya. "It lists all the top courtesans in our establishment. It indicates whether it's their first time, their basic information, and the maximum level of play they're willing to engage in. Of course, most of the names are stage names."

“Uh, no need…” Fujiwara Rin didn’t take the list, took a sip of cold water to moisten her throat, “I’m here to exorcise spirits, not to enjoy myself…”

"Little mage, don't you like it?" Kawashima Miki rested one arm on the table, her hand supporting her chin, and looked at him with a smile—the kind of smile a mature young woman would give to an innocent little boy.

“I really don’t like this kind of thing,” Fujiwara Izaya leaned back on the sofa, trying to relax. “Generally speaking, these girls have touched many people, and I don’t really want to be touched by them. Of course, I’m not looking down on or mocking them. Everyone has their own values, and I don’t comment on this kind of behavior. It’s just that in my value system, I can’t accept this kind of service.”

"So you were disgusted by this place." Kawashima Miki nodded thoughtfully.

Fujiwara Izaya took a sip of ice water and slowly shifted his gaze away from her.

His wife was wearing a very thin silk blouse, the close-fitting material almost like a latex suit, perfectly highlighting the shape of her breasts, making it a little difficult for him to breathe.

In addition, she is beautiful with plump and radiant skin, making it hard not to have impure thoughts.

The men around them would occasionally steal glances in their direction, while also glancing at Fujiwara Izaya, wishing they could immediately step forward and take his place.

Ignoring the men's gazes, Kawashima Miki tilted her head slightly and looked at Fujiwara Izaya with a sad expression: "Little monk, you have disappointed me too much."

"Uh... what's disappointing?" Fujiwara Izaya turned to look at her.

"I've been waiting for the little mage for so long..."

Kawashima Miki wiped her eyes and fell silent instead of continuing.

A slight moisture welled up in her captivating eyes, as if questioning why he disliked her.

"Madam, you're so slutty..." Fujiwara Rin also wanted to retort, but for the sake of money, he had to explain: "Madam, you misunderstand. I was referring to them and the environment here, not to you yourself."

Upon hearing this, a relieved smile slowly spread across Kawashima Miki's face.

It seems she is adept at expressing a variety of emotions... Fujiwara Izaya silently noted this down and categorized her as someone not to be trusted.

“Little mage,” Kawashima Miki asked him in a seductive, husky voice, “what kind of environment do you prefer? In a car? Or in bed?”

“I haven’t thought about that.” Fujiwara Izaya shook his head.

“It feels really good to do it in the car,” Kawashima Miki said shyly, her cheeks flushing slightly. “It’s a small space, but there are many options, so you can do whatever you want with the woman.”

Fujiwara Izaya imagined that scene for a few seconds.

If it's a Jorogumo, you can even use spider silk to play bondage games, which is really great.

“I have several cars,” Kawashima Miki continued. “If the little mage needs anything, I can have someone accompany you tonight.”

“Leave it for next time!” Fujiwara Izaya calmly refused.

"Hmm, haha..." Kawashima Miki patted her chest with a charming air, "Little mage, you're not still a virgin, are you?"

Fujiwara Izaya countered, "Is that important?"

“Of course it’s important,” Kawashima Miki said with a smile, observing his expression. “If it really is your first time, not only will it be free, but you’ll also get a reward.”

"I'm not in a hurry for such things."

Never been in a relationship?

"No."

"Incredible!" Kawashima Miki laughed happily, her cheeks crinkling into beautiful dimples. "Shouldn't a high school boy this age be thinking about girls all the time?"

“Uh, I agree with that.” Fujiwara Izaya nodded, a sentence came to mind and he blurted out: “A seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy who doesn’t have a girlfriend often has as many women in his heart as an emperor’s thirty-six palaces, and the filth in his heart is sometimes greater than a public toilet.”