I have an unlimited number of shikigami

"Hmm?" Kawashima Miki tilted her head with a girlish charm, making a cute and innocent sound.

Instead of pressing her further, she chose to slow down for the time being, and while Fujiwara Izaya was breathing steadily, she got up and paced back and forth in front of the sofa.

Her back remained perfectly straight, her gait still graceful. She wasn't wearing shoes; her stockings slid directly onto the carpet without making a sound. After a few minutes, she returned to the sofa and sat down quietly. Fujiwara Izaya immediately felt the substantial density and weight of her body, and involuntarily tensed up.

Let them slowly succumb to this... Kawashima Miki smiled smugly to herself as she launched another attack.

Chapter 72. Shifting from Defense to Offense

With her back to Fujiwara Izaya, Kawashima Miki picked up a glass of wine and slightly opened her mouth.

A wisp of smoke drifted from between her moist lips, slowly settling into the wine with a weight to it.

The smoke gradually blended with the liquor, like ice melting in water, and there was no visible difference on the surface.

As a male assassin, this is Jorogumo's unique talent: a kind of smoke with hallucinogenic effects.

Normally stored in the lungs, it can be released directly without demonic power when needed, directly hypnotizing and bewitching the target, making them obedient to commands.

Gently swirling the glass to evenly distribute the smoke, Kawashima Miki turned around and slowly handed it to Fujiwara Izaya.

"No, no..." Fujiwara Izaya quickly shook his head to refuse.

"Does the little monk dare not drink it?" Kawashima Miki murmured as if in a dream.

The pink tongue tip would lick her lips a few times, intentionally or unintentionally, as if sending some kind of signal, which was very alluring.

"What's this wine called?" Fujiwara Izaya's heart pounded as he took the glass.

"Just like the restaurant's name, it's called Empress." Kawashima Miki's face revealed a charming smile. "It's extremely spicy and prickly at first, but after you slowly tame it, you can feel its long-lasting and passionate charm. It's very easy to get hooked."

"I don't really understand this." Fujiwara Izaya took a small sip.

I savored it for a long time, but apart from the burning sensation in my throat, I couldn't taste anything else.

"Drink it like I do."

Kawashima Miki picked up another glass of wine that seemed fine, swirled it a few times, took a small sip, closed her eyes, and let the flavor permeate her body.

"The flavor is very subtle." She said with her eyes closed, as if making a comment: "It's spicy enough and pungent enough. The initial experience is quite harsh, but it leaves a long and lingering aftertaste. It's disappointing that you can't taste it."

“I’m pretty clumsy,” Fujiwara Izaya rubbed his slightly dizzy head. “I can’t even stick stamps straight, I often dial the wrong phone number, and I frequently forget to buy groceries to fill the fridge. In short, I’m pretty clumsy.”

"I don't think so, you're just being modest, aren't you?" Kawashima Miki raised her wine glass, the pinkish-blue light from the chandelier trembling slightly with the wine in the glass.

"Haha, you guessed it." Fujiwara Izaya took a small sip of his spiked cocktail and reiterated, "It's getting late, we need to go check it out."

Kawashima Miki's eyes darted around for a moment, but she quickly calmed down.

This little guy is so stubborn. Does he really need his older sister to calm him down? In order to continue to stall for time, she had no choice but to pretend to be tired, leaning back in her chair and closing her eyes as if to relax her body, her eyelashes fluttering slightly from time to time.

"Madam?" Fujiwara Izaya asked in confusion.

Kawashima Miki slowly opened her eyes and glanced at her watch.

Fujiwara Izaya also glanced at his watch; it was nearly 8 p.m.

“Sorry, I’d like to chat a little longer,” Kawashima Miki said with a mischievous smile, then asked him, “Should we order something to eat now, or after we exercise?”

"sports?"

Fujiwara Izaya was taken aback.

“It’s a rare opportunity to come all this way, little mage, you’re not just here to look around, are you?” Kawashima Miki gritted her teeth, hesitated for a moment, then, as if she had made a decision, gently patted his shoulder. “Let’s build up some emotions first, and then proceed to the next step.”

"..." Fujiwara Rin also stared at her face silently.

Gazing at such a beautiful face at such close range, I felt as if I were being drawn to something intensely—a strange feeling. I could feel the fullness of her body through my arm; her skin was warm and refreshing, like sleeping in a spring field on a sunny afternoon.

The more I look at it...

The more dizzy I get, the more blurry my vision becomes.

After a while, to ease the awkwardness, Fujiwara Rinya started a casual conversation: "Madam's updo is very beautiful."

"Thank you."

Kawashima Miki replied through gritted teeth.

This was the first time she had made such a huge sacrifice, and she felt extremely uncomfortable, both mentally and physically. She could only keep telling herself not to care about being taken advantage of by a dying person in order to calm herself down.

After calming down, Kawashima Miki looked up into his eyes: "You're complimenting my hair, but that's not entirely true. My hair creates some other suggestive scene in your mind, like the couple at the next table, right?"

“No, no,” Fujiwara Izaya quickly shook his head, “I was just talking about your hair.”

"..."

Kawashima Miki clenched her fists in anger.

She was 100% certain that the wretched little priest wasn't ignorant; he was simply pretending to be stupid.

“Alright, madam,” Fujiwara Izaya said, somewhat reluctantly pushing her away, “we should go to the next place now, or I’ll have to go home.”

Kawashima Miki pointed to the wine and raw oysters on the table: "Would you like to finish your meal before you leave?"

She needs to buy some more time.

The amount I just applied is enough to charm a high-ranking monster; it will take effect in just three to five minutes.

Fujiwara Izaya did as she said and ate some without saying a word.

I must say, these oysters taste really good, like they were just pulled from the seabed, with the smell of the ocean.

“By the way, there are some questions I haven’t asked you yet, little monk,” Kawashima Miki asked as she peeled oysters from their shells with a fork. “Why did you reopen Asakusa Shrine?”

“I like the environment there,” Fujiwara Izaya wiped his lips with a napkin. “Although it’s dilapidated everywhere, it has the charm of nature.”

"Have you ever considered selling it?" Kawashima Miki asked, her voice soft and clear, without a trace of the affectation she had just displayed.

"No!" Fujiwara Izaya shook his head firmly.

"But isn't the little monk afraid of being coveted?" Kawashima Miki used a fork to feed him an oyster. "You know, in the Asakusa area, there's a piece of land the size of two football fields. If it were developed, it would be a huge fortune."

"What's the difference between coveting my things and courting death?" Fujiwara Rin shrugged nonchalantly, eating the meat that was brought to his mouth. "By the way, I've always had a question: how old is your wife this year?"

Kawashima Miki didn't answer, but glared at him with a somewhat annoyed expression.

"Can't I ask?" Fujiwara Izaya looked at her strangely.

"You can't ask someone's age in a brothel!" Kawashima Miki said angrily. "That's the rule!"

"Write it to me by hand?"

"That's one of the rules."

“But, Madam, you’re not a prostitute,” Fujiwara Izaya looked at her expectantly. “Why can’t we say that? Or perhaps you’re planning to work as a prostitute tonight? If that’s the case, then I’ll definitely agree to let you provide services.”

"...Don't talk about such embarrassing things."

Kawashima Miki bit her lower lip, revealing a shy expression.

I'm so angry!

I really want to slap him to death.

But the goal hasn't been achieved yet, so we need to be patient a little longer!

To change the subject, Kawashima Miki asked with a shy smile, "How old is the little monk this year?"

“17,” Fujiwara Izaya replied, then pressed further, “Where is your wife?”

“Also 17.” Kawashima Miki covered her lips with the back of her hand, her eyes alluring. “This is the first time I’ve felt so young, all thanks to the little mage.”

"Really 17?" Fujiwara Izaya clearly didn't believe it.

“Yes, it’s 17. I’m not lying to you,” Kawashima Miki leaned closer again, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him. “What do you doubt? Don’t I look like I’m 17?”

This posture resembled that of a young girl flirting with her boyfriend. For a moment, Fujiwara Izaya felt a surge of impulse, but he quickly suppressed it.

“Doesn’t look like it.” Fujiwara Izaya shook his head and frankly told the truth, “Madam looks to be over 20, at least 25.”

"Am I that old?" Kawashima Miki said sadly.

“No, no, 25 isn’t old,” Fujiwara Izaya comforted her. “Young girls are boring; women of your age have more charm.”

"Hmm?" Kawashima Miki waited with interest for what was to come.

“Nine out of ten young girls are the embodiment of boredom,” Fujiwara Izaya said, half helplessly and half amused, thinking of his junior, Asuka. “Of course, they don’t realize it. They are young, beautiful, and full of curiosity about everything in the world, believing that everything should revolve around them.”

"You hate young people?" Kawashima Miki asked, amused.

“No, on the contrary, I quite like it,” Fujiwara Izaya looked at her charming face. “Being with them always reminds me of when I was a boring young man. How should I put it, it’s an extremely wonderful memory.”

Kawashima Miki chuckled and corrected him, "You're only 17, don't pretend to be so mature."

“Just assume I’m a 35-year-old man.” Fujiwara Izaya laughed along with her.

“Okay, uncle…” Kawashima Miki playfully stuck out her tongue and asked with sparkling eyes, “So, uncle, would you like to go back to being eighteen again?”

“No,” Fujiwara Izaya answered firmly, “I don’t want to go back at all.”

"You said you don't want to go back...really?" Kawashima Miki seemed a little confused by his answer.

"of course."

"why?"

"Because it's good as it is now."

Fujiwara Izaya thought to himself, "Giving up being the young master and going back to being an eighteen-year-old high school student, am I crazy?"

"I don't believe the little monk's answer." Kawashima Miki rested her chin on her hand and pondered.

“I didn’t lie to you, Madam,” Fujiwara Ryaya assured her.

"Whether it's a little boy or a grown man, they're all liars." Kawashima Miki chuckled for a while, then took a sip of her cocktail: "So, does that mean the little mage likes older women?"

“Of course, like wives.” Fujiwara Izaya answered readily.

"Thank you." Kawashima Miki lowered her head shyly.

'A string of lies!'

The two monsters cursed each other in their hearts at the same time.

"Have you ever thought about going back to being eighteen again?" Fujiwara Izaya asked her the same question.