I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Was it because they were scammed?

Or is it because they feel they have been defiled?

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Fujiwara Izaya asked her.

"Why?" Kawashima Miki whispered, swallowing hard with an unnatural sound. "You promised not to lie to me, so why are you saying things that even a child wouldn't believe?"

"Uh……"

Fujiwara Rin didn't know how to explain it either.

He really wasn't lying!

"Why?" Kawashima Miki asked again, tears welling up in her eyes.

Ok.

Fujiwara Izaya felt that if she wouldn't believe him if he told her the truth, then he would lie.

Anyway, he's a master liar; sometimes he can even fool himself.

“The reason is actually very simple,” Fujiwara Izaya replied frankly with a relaxed expression, “I have feelings for my wife that are almost platonic, and I want to take things further with her.”

Kawashima Miki shook her head in pain, a spasm running through her body.

“Liar,” she retorted vehemently. “You and I have only met twice, and you know almost nothing about me.”

“Yes, I really don’t know anything about her.” Fujiwara Izaya laughed, put his arm around her slender waist, and whispered in her ear, “But I have a bad habit of judging people by their appearance.”

"Judging by appearance?" Kawashima Miki struggled slightly.

“Yes, just take it literally,” Fujiwara Izaya said. “In other words, I’m very fond of your appearance and your ever-changing personality; it’s almost like love at first sight.”

"Goo~"

Kawashima Miki swallowed hard.

With her mouth parched, she mechanically reached out and took the half-empty glass of water she had just drunk from, gulping down the remaining water. But it still didn't feel enough; the surrounding air felt dry and thin, and her lower abdomen and chest felt bloated.

It's going to break...

Kawashima Miki was quite certain that her resistance was weakening.

Undoubtedly, just as ice is always cold and rain always falls from the sky to the ground, women will always yearn for sweetness. However, Kawashima Miki had absolutely no idea where such a relationship would lead her.

It might be a unique world never before seen, or perhaps a dead end; it might deliver a fatal blow after numbing oneself, or even reduce everything already obtained to ashes.

But she couldn't climb out. From the moment another Jorogumo appeared, she had no choice but to surrender to the raging torrent before her, even if it meant being reduced to ashes.

Kawashima Miki's intuition told her that she was about to suffer a major setback because of Fujiwara Izaya, and there were already signs of it. No matter how things developed, she would be controlled, blackmailed, and forced to do humiliating things by him.

No!

Absolutely not!

We'd rather die together now than let that happen.

Kawashima Miki steeled her resolve and forced a charming and alluring smile onto her face.

“Hearing you say that makes me really happy…” She lowered her head, gently nestled against Fujiwara Izaya’s shoulder, and asked in his ear, “Do you really think I’m great?”

“Of course,” Fujiwara Izaya replied. “My wife has a very beautiful face, a well-proportioned and attractive figure, and she knows how to change her personality. She’s practically a girlfriend with a hundred faces.”

Kawashima Miki narrowed her eyes incredulously and commanded with a smile, "Lie down obediently, your wife is going to reward you now."

"Yes, ma'am!" Fujiwara Izaya lay down, overjoyed.

Kawashima Miki leaned down, pressing her entire body against his chest, her nose rubbing against his skin like a puppy, checking for his scent. An indescribable rose fragrance emanated from her, so intense it was almost suffocating.

Slowly, her lips moved upwards.

The tip of his nose darted around Fujiwara Izaya's ear, then he gently opened his mouth and kissed his neck, biting down hard with his two sharp fangs.

hard.

Bumping teeth.

It's too tough to bite.

Damn it, damn it… Kawashima Miki thought anxiously, wanting to sit up and look for another opportunity.

But then, Fujiwara Izaya suddenly put his arm around her waist, pressed her down, and said jokingly, "My little spider used this trick on me before. Madam reminds me of the first time I was sucked blood by her."

"..."

Kawashima Miki forced a smile.

"Your shikigami looks terrifying, don't summon it again." She emphasized, then glanced at Fujiwara Izaya's lips, "Alright, be good, don't move around."

There's nothing we can do.

She could only sacrifice her first kiss and pour all the hallucinogenic smoke stored in her body onto him.

After drugging him, just kill him. We don't need the Asakusa Shrine land anyway.

Their lips drew closer and closer. Kawashima Miki gently parted her red lips, drawing all the smoke into her throat and mouth. As soon as their lips touched, it would all rush out.

however.

Just as their lips touched and she exhaled all the hallucinogenic smoke, Fujiwara Izaya suddenly pushed her head away and covered her lips with his hand.

"Hmm~"

Kawashima Miki's wide eyes were filled with tears from choking.

“I think things are moving too fast and we need to slow down,” Fujiwara Izaya said as he rolled off the bed and put on his pants. “Don’t rush, my dear. You know, I’m a very conservative person. We need to have a sweet romance first, and only after we get to know each other well can we engage in the necessary activities of a couple.”

"Cough cough~"

Kawashima Miki clutched her chest and coughed violently.

The hallucinogenic smoke had no effect on her, but the large amount of smoke expelled in a short period of time would cause her some weakness. In addition, the smoke was blocked again after it was expelled, which directly choked her and made her vision go black and her head spin.

Even though she was in so much pain, she still couldn't help but complain to herself: You're practically forcing me to take nude photos, where's the conservative part?

Fujiwara Izaya put on his pants, tossed two pairs of shoes into his shirt, rolled them up, and held them in his hand. Then, he turned around and went to the massage chair, passing one hand under Kawashima Miki's knees and the other hand under her back.

"?"

Kawashima Miki stared blankly at the lake.

What does he want to do?

Before she could react, her body was suddenly lifted into the air.

"Ah, you bastard..." Kawashima Miki screamed in fright, instinctively grabbing his shoulders with both hands. "What are you doing? Put me down right now!"

“Of course, I’m taking your wife home to rest.” Fujiwara Izaya looked down, smiling as he gazed at her face, which was as red as a ripe peach. “So, please tell me, where do you live?”

"..."

Kawashima Miki felt a chill run down her spine.

"You don't want to say, right? It's okay." Fujiwara Izaya's expression was very gentle as he carried her out the door, saying to her affectionately as they walked, "I'll lift you up high and spin you around like the Empress."

"?"

Are you sick?!

Kawashima Miki suddenly remembered that scene.

The dignified Empress, carried atop the head of a young boy, swaggered past all the employees and guests. It was certain that from tonight onward, people would be pointing and whispering behind her back. In high society circles, those bored ladies would treat her as the latest and hottest gossip, spreading it around every ball. Within three days, the name Kawashima Miki would be known throughout Tokyo's high society…

The devastating consequences made her feel as if the whole world had turned dark.

"No, no..." Kawashima Miki frantically grabbed Fujiwara Izaya's shoulders, pleading softly, "Put me down, I can walk by myself, you're not allowed to carry me."

Fujiwara Izaya simply pretended not to hear.

His true intention was to create the illusion that Kawashima Miki and he were having an affair, to impress the Jorogumo in the building and lure out the spider demon. If Kawashima Miki herself were a Jorogumo, that would be even better; he could stamp her name on her beforehand to prevent others from having designs on her.

As Fujiwara Izaya emerged from behind the bathhouse curtain, he paused, looking at the red-haired woman who had been waiting at the door for who knows how long: "Hello, do you know where Miki-nee-san lives?"

"..." The red-haired woman's expression was as if she had been struck by lightning.

She glanced at Fujiwara Izaya, who was shirtless, then at Kawashima Miki, who was curled up in his arms. Looking at the proprietress's flushed face and shimmering eyes, the red-haired woman's lips moved for a long time before she finally squeezed out a sentence with a wronged expression: "Miki-nee, didn't you say you'd save it for me?"

"Hmm?" Fujiwara Izaya looked down at Kawashima Miki.

"Don't look at me, I don't know..." Kawashima Miki shook her head desperately, her ears turning bright red.

“Come on,” Fujiwara Izaya said, carrying her forward, “Let’s go ask the next one.”

"Put me down!"

"If you keep causing trouble, I'll lift you up high right now!"

"...Don't be so presumptuous!"

"Want to fight?"

"Come on, who's afraid of who!"

"Think carefully. If a fight breaks out, your place will be surrounded by the Onmyo-ryo and the Nine Departments in less than three minutes."

"...What level of strength do you truly possess?"

"General level," Fujiwara Izaya answered truthfully.

Kawashima Miki's momentum vanished instantly.

To T

Waaah~

I'm so stupid, really.

How could you assume this kid only had the strength of a high-ranking official? Well, now you've got something on him...

Everyone who saw the two of them along the way, whether employees or customers, looked like they had seen a ghost. Fujiwara Izaya circled around, intending to go to a crowded area on the first floor to ask.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Kawashima Miki grabbed his neck with both hands, her eyes fierce: "Ninth floor, get to the ninth floor. If you dare to go to the first floor, I'll risk everything to kill you."

"If only you had been this good earlier."

Fujiwara Izaya gave him a sarcastic remark, then picked her up and walked to wait for the elevator.