I have an unlimited number of shikigami

At the same time.

Kawashima Miki couldn't help but tremble.

When she realized that her body was also responding, her nose suddenly stung with tears, and she completely broke down.

"Is your wife feeling unwell?" Fujiwara Ryaya walked towards her with a curious expression.

"No, I'm fine..." Kawashima Miki instinctively covered her chest, silently staring at Fujiwara Izaya.

She was completely bewildered by what was happening; her face lost all expression, and her mind went blank. She watched helplessly as Fujiwara Izaya walked right up to her, forgetting even to dodge.

Chapter 74. Madam, you didn't want this either...

The dim fluorescent lights cast three shadows on the ground.

Kawashima Miki bit her lower lip, staring at Fujiwara Izaya pressed against her face, her body trembling.

"What's wrong, Madam?" Fujiwara Izaya asked, his head lowered, a hint of mischievous pleasure in his expression. "Is something wrong? Or were you frightened by my shikigami?"

"Yes, a little..." Kawashima Miki's sexy lips trembled, "I have urgent business to attend to, I need to go back first..."

Having said that, she quickly turned around, intending to lift the curtain and escape.

"Hey, Madam, wait a minute." Fujiwara Izaya reached out and pulled her wrist, saying in a low voice, "It's very impolite to just leave like this."

Her wrist was grabbed, and Kawashima Miki turned around uneasily: "You, what do you want...?"

“I should be asking your wife what she wants,” Fujiwara Ryaya took a big step forward and pinned her against the wall next to the curtain. “You invited me here for an exorcism, but you kept making excuses to delay me. You finally brought me here, but before I could even explain the outcome, your wife tried to run away. Is she really busy, or is she feeling guilty?”

"I don't!"

Kawashima Miki cried out in distress, pressing her hands against his chest and struggling gently, "I want to go back, let me go..."

“I’ve inspected the site, and there are no problems.” Fujiwara Ryaya smiled and took a step back. “As the client, shouldn’t your wife at least thank me? That’s not an unreasonable request, is it?”

Kawashima Miki said nothing.

She felt as uneasy as if she were walking alone on the deck of a ship sailing at night and suddenly lost her footing and fell into the sea.

“Okay, I don’t like to force people.” Fujiwara Izaya put his hand on Jorogumo’s smooth shoulder and smiled slightly. “Then goodbye, my shikigami and I are going home to sleep.”

With that, he flipped over and climbed onto the spider's back.

For no apparent reason, Kawashima Miki felt a heavy pressure on her back, and her waist bent slightly.

No!

We can't let him just leave like this.

The most important issue now is to figure out what exactly is going on with the physical connection between himself and his shikigami!

"I'm so sorry, it was my rudeness." As she spoke, Kawashima Miki paused, staring at the tips of her shoes as if composing herself, and bowed deeply: "I am very, very grateful for the little mage's help."

After saying all that in one breath, she looked up and saw that Fujiwara Izaya's expression had returned to normal.

Her lips trembled like ripples, then tilted to one side, revealing a small, adorable dimple on her right cheek. Her smile was captivating, and although it seemed practiced, miraculously, it didn't feel artificial.

Unfortunately.

No white light emanated from her body.

Fujiwara Rinya was able to confirm one thing: this lady had no sincerity whatsoever; she had been acting from beginning to end.

You provoked me first, so don't blame me for being impolite... Fujiwara Izaya stepped forward again, blocking her path, staring into her eyes with an oppressive gaze: "So, Madam, are you ready with your reward?"

"Uh," Kawashima Miki forced a calm expression, "Money, is it? Little mage, I can give you as much as you need."

"No, no, no, I'm not that kind of materialistic." Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "It would be a shame to come all this way just to look around. This is what you said yourself, Madam. You're not trying to renege on your promise, are you?"

"Isn't this even more vulgar...?" Kawashima Miki roared inwardly, but on the surface she still wore a hypocritical and serpentine smile: "Understood, I'll arrange it for the little mage right away, I guarantee you'll have a wonderful time."

Romance

“Madam, I don’t think you understand anything.” Fujiwara Rinya laughed rather unrestrainedly, which was rather annoying. “Didn’t we just discuss this? I hate the environment here and the women here, except for you, Madam.”

Kawashima pursed his lips, turned his head away, and remained silent.

“Madam said she would personally entertain me,” Fujiwara Ryaya reached out and pinched her chin, forcibly turning her gaze towards him. “Could it be that you’ve been lying to me all along?”

Kawashima Miki was forced to raise her chin and stare at him with reddened eyes.

Beside them, Jorogumo leaned closer, her alluring pale purple orifice curiously scrutinizing her master and the immobile stranger in front of him.

You bastard!

Kawashima Miki cursed inwardly.

She glanced at Jorogumo out of the corner of her eye, met her gaze, paused for a moment, and said, "I understand. Please, young sorceress, soak in the pool first. I'll go prepare the essential oils."

The voice sounded very tired, like that of a patient who was exhausted.

Fujiwara Izaya would not pity her.

Why be so merciful to potential enemies?

Besides, he didn't have any bad intentions; he just wanted to experience bubbles... no, he just wanted to find a real-life Jorogumo to help the little spider awaken. What's wrong with that?

Kawashima Miki turned off the incandescent light on the ceiling and switched on the floor lamp. The light was the kind of dim, yellowish glow that used to be, but it was charming and hazy, and the light was enough to make people's outlines clear.

Fujiwara Rinya changed into disposable shorts in the small room. When he came out, he saw her squatting on the ground, stirring some liquid in a small basin with both hands.

"Why is Madam still dressed?" he asked.

"..."

Kawashima Miki looked up angrily and said, "This is a legitimate brothel!"

“The third floor wasn’t very proper at all just now.” Fujiwara Izaya shrugged and sat down in the pool.

The warm pool water carried a faint fragrance, like the aroma of fresh flowers.

"I'm such an idiot..." Kawashima Miki cursed herself inwardly, pouting like a child and sighing. The Jorogumo looked left and right, then slowly crawled up to her on eight legs, squatted down, and poked at the lubricant in the basin with her fingers.

It's very viscous and can be stretched into long threads.

Kawashima Miki stared at the face that looked exactly like her own and a thought struck her: "Hey, what's your name?"

"?"

Jorogumo looked at her with a questioning gaze.

“You,” Kawashima Miki repeated, “what’s your name?”

“Little,” Jorōgumo answered awkwardly, “little spider.”

"...I asked for the name, not the nickname."

"Little Spider~"

"..."

Forget it.

Kawashima Miki changed the subject: "How did you become a shikigami?"

"?"

Jorogumo tilted her head, still looking puzzled.

"..." Kawashima Miki forced herself to stay alert and pointed at Fujiwara Izaya: "How do you and that guy know each other?"

"?"

The woman remained puzzled.

Fujiwara Izaya lay on the edge of the pool, watching the two idiots talk with great interest.

How strong are you?

"?"

"...What is your talent?"

"?"

"Have you... uh, I mean, have you ever felt any special connection with me...?"

"?"

No matter what you ask, Jorogumo's face always shows a puzzled expression.

Suppressing the urge to cry, Kawashima Miki asked with her last glimmer of hope, "You're not an idiot, are you?"

"You're not an idiot, are you?" Jorōgumo unexpectedly parroted.

"...You're the idiot."

"You're the idiot."

“…I,” Kawashima Miki opened her mouth, but couldn’t get a word out of her grievances.

Yes.

Go ahead and curse me all you want!

I'm such an idiot right now!

Waaaaaah ToT

The moment Kawashima Miki saw the spider girl and confirmed the source of her physical abnormality, she was instantly thrown into chaos. All her composure and rationality vanished in the blink of an eye, like a sudden rain shower falling deep into the desert.

Fujiwara Izaya watched with great interest.

Pay special attention to the changes in Kawashima Miki's facial expressions. Well, she's the kind of woman who can make most men dream of her. Besides her beauty, the biggest reason is her ever-changing personality.

On their second meeting, Fujiwara Rin had already seen several different faces of hers.

This ever-changing complexity felt familiar to him, because he was the same way. He always wore a facade completely different from his inner self, presenting different faces to different people.

Watching her slender fingers thoroughly stir the essential oil, occasionally lifting it to test its consistency, the glistening liquid dripping from between her fingers formed thin, transparent threads, resembling spider silk sprayed from a spider demon's fingertips.

Is it an illusion or a premonition?

Fujiwara Izaya couldn't tell the difference for a moment, but those weren't things to think about right now; nothing was more important than enjoying a massage.

"Madam, I'm done washing." He emerged from the bathtub.