I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Chapter 75. A long night passed... and then, home was gone.

"Whoo~"

A cool evening breeze blew in from afar, slipped through the window, and blew onto the two monsters.

Feeling much cooler, Kawashima Miki took the opportunity to catch her breath, raising her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve. In the dim light of the floor lamp, dust blown by the wind swirled around her like fine powder.

After resting for a few seconds, she bent down again, her cool fingers tracing over Fujiwara Izaya's burning skin.

Each kneading motion of the fingers stretches and contorts his muscles to their limit, then allows the essential oils to nourish them silently.

This method is extremely beneficial to his health and should not have been used on him in the first place.

But Kawashima Miki didn't care about anything else. All she wanted now was for Fujiwara Izaya to suffer. Just seeing him trembling in pain made her feel good. She didn't care that she might be indirectly increasing the enemy's strength.

Fujiwara Izaya gritted his teeth, barely making a sound.

My current feeling is a mix of pain and pleasure.

On one hand, there was the burning pain, and on the other hand, there was the cool and delicate touch of his wife's fingers. The two sensations worked together on his body, and he would never forget this feeling for the rest of his life.

The massage of my entire back took about thirty minutes.

Exhausted and covered in sweat, Kawashima Miki had to stop and take a break to drink some water and catch her breath.

Fujiwara Izaya silently twisted his shoulders.

It was a strange feeling. Even though I only massaged my back, my whole body felt incredibly comfortable, as if all the internal parts had been replaced with new ones, and I felt much more agile than before.

After getting off the massage chair, Fujiwara Izaya did a few stretching exercises on the spot. While feeling the fullness of power in his body, he sighed, "This kind of life is really too decadent. I really wish my wife could decade me like this every day and massage me until I'm a useless person."

"Be serious for once." Kawashima Miki glared at him unhappily, poured herself a glass of water, and went to the window to drink it slowly.

“This massage is a bit strange,” Fujiwara Izaya stood next to her, looking at the night view outside the window. “The technique doesn’t seem like the bubble bath massage I’ve seen in movies. It’s more like a kind of therapy, or even a form of spiritual practice.”

Kawashima Miki drank her water without saying a word.

Fujiwara Izaya had no choice but to shut up and quietly enjoy the night view.

Outside the window lies the bustling Taito Ward of Tokyo, where a dazzling array of lights shimmer against the dark night sky. The colorful lights of the Tokyo Skytree, the streetlights along the Metropolitan Expressway, the headlights of cars, the aviation warning lights on skyscrapers, the multicolored advertising lights, and the fluorescent lights in the windows of mixed-use buildings—all these lights converge and blend, creating the unique colors of this metropolis, completely banishing the darkness from this sky.

“Hey,” Kawashima Miki suddenly spoke up, “Can I ask you a question?”

Fujiwara Rinya replied very gentlemanly, "I can answer any question for my wife."

"Your shikigami..."

At this point, Kawashima Miki realized that she had no idea where to begin her question.

Fujiwara Izaya turned his head and looked at her.

In the swaying light from the window, she crossed her left arm over her chest, rested her right elbow on the back of her left hand, and placed her right palm against her chin, her cheeks dappled with light and shadow.

“My shikigami,” Fujiwara Izaya said, “is Jorogumo, the empress of the spider demon clan.”

Kawashima Miki's eye twitched slightly.

Shit!

Yours is a fake!

There can only be one Jorogumo, and that is me, Kawashima Miki!

"Is Madam interested in my shikigami?" Fujiwara Izaya asked, feigning surprise.

“Uh, um…” Kawashima Miki hesitated for a moment, then asked him, “I want to know, how did you find this shikigami?”

“Of course we can tell Madam the truth, but the premise is…” Fujiwara Izaya paused, patted his chest, “After you’ve finished massaging the back, what about the front?”

"..."

Kawashima Miki's expression was quite astonished; perhaps "shocked" would be a more accurate description.

Massaging his back was already her bottom line. After all, she couldn't see his face or his private parts from behind. But massaging the front... the shame was so intense that just thinking about it made Kawashima Miki want to jump out of the window.

"I will absolutely tell you the truth!" Fujiwara Izaya raised one hand and said solemnly, "By the grace of Amaterasu Omikami, please witness my oath."

Kawashima Miki frowned beautifully, carefully observing Fujiwara Izaya's face.

His face showed only calmness and sincerity, as still as the surface of a pond after the ripples have subsided. This made her believe that he was not lying.

After all, he was a Shinto priest.

Amaterasu Omikami is the supreme deity of Shintoism. If a vow made to her is broken, one will be punished.

"Can my wife trust me now?"

As he spoke, a faint, elegant, and charming smile appeared on Fujiwara Izaya's lips.

Kawashima Miki didn't know how to respond. Her face flushed, and her heart pounded so hard it made a loud clattering sound, almost like a galloping horse crossing a wooden bridge.

She even thought that any woman would blush upon seeing such a smile.

"Madam, is that alright?"

Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head slightly, his gaze level with hers, as if he were pausing in the Nezu Museum to admire his favorite painting.

"Do not……"

Kawashima Miki shook her head with great difficulty.

“We’re already halfway there, why not finish the other half?” Fujiwara Izaya reached out and naturally took her small hand in his, whispering in her ear, “Besides, I’m sure you know how charming you are. Don’t you think it’s cruel to leave me halfway through?”

A gentle, intimate voice reached my ears; it was the call of my beloved. Even after I heard it, it lingered in my ears for a long time, refusing to dissipate.

Kawashima Miki felt a chill run down her spine, as if something beautiful and pleasant had entered her mind through her ear canal and seeped into the depths of her soul.

She'd bet all her cosmetics on it.

Anyone who is either arrogant and rude or heartless would immediately and willingly submit to him upon hearing his voice...

“Madam,” Fujiwara Izaya urged again, holding her hand tightly.

Kawashima Miki's hands are very soft, with long, slender fingers.

My palms were warm, a little sweaty, and felt smooth and moist to the touch, probably because I was nervous.

Fujiwara Izaya pulled her back to the massage chair, then lay down on his back, looking at her expectantly.

“…How strange,” Kawashima Miki looked away and murmured in a voice only she could hear, “I’ve always been the one seducing men, I never thought that one day I would be the one seduced, and by a boy who’s not even a teenager…How embarrassing.”

Now that things have come to this, we have no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.

“Please close your eyes and lie on your back…” Kawashima Miki turned her head, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

Fujiwara Rin obediently did as he was told.

Soon after, a slight warmth wafted over him, and he could feel Kawashima Miki's body approaching.

Soon, a pair of cool little hands pressed against his chest, gently massaging in circles.

"Not using essential oils this time?" he asked with his eyes closed.

“It’s all used up…” Kawashima Miki said softly. “I only prepared the amount for the back, and I didn’t plan to use the front at all.”

"Oh, what a pity," Fujiwara Izaya said in a tone that suggested they knew each other well. "Prepare more next time, for both the front and back."

"...There will be no next time."

Kawashima Miki's slightly trembling murmurs seeped into my heart like a fragrance of flowers.

Fujiwara Izaya opened his eyes slightly and sized up the young widow who was massaging the woman with her head down.

Her white silk shirt was mostly soaked with sweat, revealing the outline of her black underwear through the hazy fabric; her black uniform skirt was already drenched, clinging tightly to her thighs like a helpless child, and below that were her long, beautiful legs encased in black stockings.

"Don't stare at me..."

Kawashima Miki pressed her palm against his face, turning his face to one side.

My gaze drifted to the side and I saw two pairs of shoes lying on the ground. One pair was his white tennis shoes, and the other was her black high heels. Upon closer inspection, I noticed that her shoes actually had red soles.

Red and black.

These two color combinations are the sexiest and most likely to arouse desire.

In Fujiwara Izaya's mind, he recalled that day at the Yin-Yang Bureau, when the buttons on her chest had popped open, revealing a bra that was also red and black.

His mind was wandering, and Kawashima Miki, in order to answer his question, leaned close to the narrow recliner, bent over and massaged his front, her chest almost touching his face.

Fujiwara Izaya turned to look at her again.

The lady had a round face with a touch of classical beauty, a smooth and full forehead, and a captivating complexion. Her hair was elegantly styled in a bun at the back of her head, fully revealing her face and making her intricately patterned eyes even more alluring.

As he looked, Fujiwara Izaya recalled Jorogumo's pale purple genitals and mentally compared the differences between her genital markings and those of Kawashima Miki. Unfortunately, this task was extremely difficult and could not be completed using only his memory.

but it does not matter.

I'll find a chance to secretly take pictures later and compare them to my heart's content.

Kawashima Miki silently massaged him, from his chest to his abdomen, from his abdomen to his thighs, calves, and even the soles of his feet.

With the last step completed, she sighed and stared at the light for a long time without blinking, her profile looking both beautiful and sorrowful.

"Am I forcing a respectable woman into prostitution?" Fujiwara Izaya asked himself, but then he thought, "What respectable woman is she anyway?" The slight sense of guilt that had just arisen immediately vanished.

Kawashima Miki silently took a few deep breaths, turned around, and a slight smile appeared on her face.

"Can you tell me?" she asked.

Fujiwara Izaya sat up straight, placed his hands on her shoulders, and said with utmost sincerity, "I got it from a gacha game."

"?"

Do you think this answer is humorous?

Kawashima Miki trembled slightly, like a candle flame flickering in the thin air current.

She hugged her arms tightly to her chest as if to keep warm.

He remained silent, motionless, and even stopped breathing, like a person frozen to death.

Upon closer inspection, one can see that her chest trembles rhythmically with her breathing, but it is extremely slight. Her breathing is very light, a slight inhalation and a slight exhalation. It's as if applying even the slightest force would cause her elbows and neck to snap.

Fujiwara Izaya also remained silent.

As I observed her changes, I wondered why she seemed so fragile.