I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Kawashima Miki subconsciously looked up.

In the dim, warm light, water droplets slid down the boy's skin. His broad chest, firm abdomen, and powerful, long legs exuded masculinity, radiating a dangerous aura like that of a predator.

"What a great figure..." Kawashima Miki swallowed hard, then her cheeks flushed.

Seeing a male body so directly for the first time, she instinctively stood up and took a few awkward steps, seemingly wanting to run away.

Seeing this, Fujiwara Izaya grabbed her slender white hand and pulled her back.

"Hey, let go..." Kawashima Miki was so flustered that she almost cried.

"Okay, you can go now." Fujiwara Izaya considerately let go of her hand, sat alone on the massage chair, and called out to Jorogumo, who was squatting on the ground applying lubricant: "Little Spider, go home and stay there for now, come out again tomorrow."

Jorogumo turned around, her expression still slightly tender.

The system tore a crack open in the room, and she crawled in, disappearing into thin air in the blink of an eye.

Upon seeing this, Kawashima Miki froze, unable to move.

On the massage chair, Fujiwara Izaya smiled at her, his expression as if to say, "This is your only chance."

"..."

Kawashima Miki sniffed.

She feels insecure right now.

She felt completely under Fujiwara Izaya's control. Unless she could find out the truth about the spider girl, she would never be able to eat or sleep properly for the rest of her life, constantly troubled by that strange feeling.

"Madam?" Fujiwara Izaya called out to her with a smile.

Kawashima Miki's long eyelashes trembled slightly: "Get up, get up, let's go to the sauna first."

"no problem."

Following her instructions, Fujiwara Izaya arrived at the old-fashioned steam bath.

"Don't move around." Kawashima Miki warned him, opened the front panel of the square wooden box, gently pushed him inside to sit down, and then closed the front panel.

The wooden board at the top has a round hole in the middle, through which you can stick your head out.

After Fujiwara Izaya put his head into the hole, Kawashima Miki put the lid on and used a towel to seal the gaps around it.

The scene was somewhat comical; Fujiwara Izaya was completely inside a steam chamber, with only his head sticking out. He stared wide-eyed and exclaimed, "Is this a guillotine? My wife isn't going to kill me while I'm inside, is she?"

For a moment, Kawashima Miki was quite tempted by the suggestion.

Upon closer reflection, she realized that Fujiwara Izaya's strength might be higher than predicted, and she didn't want to reveal her identity unless she was absolutely certain.

Turn on the steam switch, and hot air begins to fill the air.

The room felt stuffy, so Kawashima Miki went over and opened the window.

Sitting in the steam chamber, Fujiwara Rinya quickly felt the heat rising from the soles of his feet, and the wooden boards on his left, right and back were also getting hot, so he guessed that there was steam on three sides.

"How long should it be steamed?" he asked.

"It won't take long. Just apply heat to open up the pores on your skin so that the essential oil can be absorbed more quickly." After answering, Kawashima Miki continued to squat in front of the small basin, scooping up the essential oil with her hands and adjusting its consistency.

The sound of the small hands hitting the essential oil was like waves crashing against the rocks on the shore.

As Fujiwara Izaya listened to the sound, he was suddenly reminded of the seagulls in the Seto Inland Sea.

As a child, he lived in Shikoku for a while, which was like his second hometown in Japan.

Emperor Sutoku was the Great Tengu of Shiramine Sagamibo, and Mount Shiramine is located in Shikoku. From the top of the mountain, you can see the Seto Ohashi Bridge that connects Shikoku and Kyushu. Back then, he was still a small child and loved to climb to the top of the mountain at sunset to watch the seagulls circling above the bridge and pecking at each other with their beaks.

After adjusting the essential oil, Kawashima Miki washed her hands and took a damp towel to place on Fujiwara Izaya's forehead.

Seeing him lost in distant memories, she couldn't help but ask, "What are you daydreaming about?"

“Oh,” Fujiwara Rinya also came to his senses, looked at her and smiled, “The way you were just now reminded me of the sea in my hometown.”

"Grumpy."

Kawashima Miki curled her lip in disdain, thinking he was just teasing her.

"Can we come out now?"

"Let me check the time, seven minutes..."

"It's so hot."

"Alright, come out now." Kawashima Miki opened the lid of the steam chamber and then opened the front panel.

Fujiwara Izaya crawled out from inside and stretched his body.

At this moment, his back, abdomen, and even the soles of his feet were all wet and covered in sweat.

"Stand still, don't move!" Kawashima Miki warned him in advance, then took a clean towel and wiped the sweat off his body.

"Does your wife have any experience?" Fujiwara Izaya asked her.

Kawashima Miki shook her head silently.

Smelling his sweat, she felt an itch in her nose, which made her very uncomfortable, and her cheeks quickly flushed red.

Through the towel, her small hands gently massaged his body. Kawashima Miki thought to herself that this little boy was surprisingly robust after taking off his clothes. His chest was broad, his abdomen was firm, and his whole body was covered in bulging muscles without any excess fat.

One look and one touch and you'll know it's a 100% healthy body.

"Hey," Kawashima Miki suddenly asked curiously, "how do you maintain your figure?"

“Working out.” Fujiwara Izaya’s gaze followed her face. “Go for a morning run every day from Monday to Friday, and swim a few laps in the community pool on weekends. If you keep doing this year after year, you’ll be fine.”

"What do you want to eat?" Kawashima Miki asked again.

“Eat whatever is available,” Fujiwara Izaya replied. “Calories are just numbers. Eat whatever you want, don’t worry too much about it.”

Kawashima Miki pouted in distress: "But eating too much will make me fat."

Why do you work out so hard?

"To maintain my figure."

"And then what?"

"You can eat meat to your heart's content."

“That’s right,” Fujiwara Izaya said to her in a rather mature tone, “The ultimate result of working out so hard is to be able to eat meat to your heart’s content. So why not eat meat to your heart’s content first, and then work out so hard?”

"..."

Kawashima Miki was unable to refute it for a moment.

Her dazed expression, with a touch of girlish naiveté, amused Fujiwara Izaya. With an oval face, large eyes, a delicate nose, and sexy red lips, her cheeks were damp with a shy, light sweat; she was like an autumn rose, exuding a sweet fragrance.

Just as Kawashima Miki's emotions were starting to calm down a bit under his gaze, she started to feel uneasy all over again.

With the shikigami's presence as a precedent, she now felt as if her body had no secrets from this little boy. If he stared at her for more than two seconds, his gaze seemed capable of stripping her naked in an instant.

Hey, what are you looking at?!

Kawashima Miki snapped, grabbing his arm and pulling him back towards the massage chair: "Go lie down over there and don't let your eyes wander, or I'll ignore you..."

She had almost finished speaking when she belatedly realized something was wrong and quickly shut her mouth.

"It sounds just like a girlfriend being affectionate," Fujiwara Izaya teased, seizing on her weakness.

"You bastard, shut up!" Kawashima Miki bit her lip and gasped for breath before shoving him hard into the chair, glaring at him with furious eyes: "Believe me or not, I'll kill you right now?"

"Yes, madam." Fujiwara Izaya wisely put on a compliant smile.

"asshole……"

Kawashima clenched her fists, trembling, resisting the urge to smash his face, and carried the small basin of essential oil to the small stool next to her.

"Come over here, with your back to me."

"immediately."

"Don't make any strange noises."

"why?"

"You may be shameless, but I am!"

"Madam, you're... oh, it hurts!"

As soon as Kawashima Miki's hands, covered in essential oil, touched Fujiwara Izaya's right shoulder, he immediately let out a terrible scream.

"What is this?" Fujiwara Izaya trembled and frowned deeply.

Noticing the pain in his body, Kawashima Miki was overjoyed, feeling a sense of satisfaction at having avenged herself.

"This is a special essential oil, mainly used to enhance muscle vitality." She suppressed a laugh and said with a hint of pride, "Generally speaking, essential oils will cause a slight burning sensation after entering the pores. I saw that you are so strong, so I increased the dosage for you. If you can't stand it, you can beg for mercy."

"...This is revenge!" Fujiwara Izaya's face was contorted with pain.

"If you can't take it, then I'll stop." Kawashima Miki smiled maliciously, grabbed his right arm, and twisted it sharply.

A muffled "click" was heard.

"..."

Fujiwara Izaya even paused in his breathing for a moment.

After a brief two-second mental blank, he opened his mouth and let out a blood-curdling scream.

"Ow—"

It's no exaggeration to say that the pain was so intense that my soul almost flew out of my flesh.

The more pitiful his cries, the more vigorously Kawashima Miki tormented him, grabbing his other arm and twisting it just as hard, showing no mercy whatsoever.

"Sigh~"

This time, Fujiwara Izaya, who was prepared, didn't shout it out directly.

"Tch," Kawashima Miki scoffed, mocking him, "You vain brat."

Fujiwara Izaya was too tired to respond to her.

"Let's see how long you can endure this..." Kawashima Miki thought defiantly, starting from the back of his neck, she used both hands to pinch his muscles inch by inch, giving his entire body a hellish torment.

It's not just about kneading; it also involves vigorously patting.

Her hands were small and looked delicate, but they were surprisingly strong. She slapped Fujiwara Izaya's back repeatedly and violently, forcing the specially formulated essential oil, which was intensely burning, into his pores, tormenting him with each slap.