I have an unlimited number of shikigami

The area is roughly the size of a football field, and not only is the water temperature automatically regulated, but it also features simulated undercurrents and waves. It's fully equipped with lounge chairs, private spa rooms, a beverage bar, and other amenities.

Fujiwara Izaya lazily lay on Jorogumo's back, floating with the current as he fed her small spiders.

Occasionally, he would lift his leg and pat Jorogumo's buttocks, like whipping a horse. Each time her buttocks were patted, Jorogumo would slide her eight spider legs, carrying her master for a while in the water.

Ok.

This is the scene that Kawashima Miki saw.

That wretched brat, riding on her... no, on another spider girl, is constantly taking advantage of her!

"Madam~"

Fujiwara Izaya waved to her, "Come down and play with us!"

"..."

Kawashima Miki covered her face in pain, rubbing her temples hard with her fingers. Her body, clad only in underwear, heaved rapidly with anger, revealing her voluptuous curves to the fullest.

That's for sure.

If you gave the Empress a brick right now, she would definitely smash Fujiwara Izaya's head without hesitation.

Jorogumo stared at her for a while, and after recognizing who this woman was, she exclaimed happily, "Fool!"

"?"

Kawashima Miki felt a pang of sadness.

Being bullied by that brat is bad enough, but why is that stupid spider, who's just as dumb as me, doing this too...?

"Madam, let's get in the water." Fujiwara Izaya greeted her and jumped off Jorogumo's back.

"No!" Kawashima Miki said fiercely, hands on her hips, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Then you can just stay here and watch!"

Fujiwara Rin ignored her and swam in the pool by himself.

As Kasahara Fukaeri walked in, she heard the sound of rushing water and looked out at the azure swimming pool.

The boy is swimming with all his might.

She moved with remarkable speed, her arms swinging powerfully, her movements as agile as a slender little dolphin. Then, her gaze fell upon the Jorogumo floating on the water, and she pondered where he had obtained that monster.

"Are you going to go swimming?" Kawashima Miki asked.

“No.” Kasahara Fukari shook her head.

Her indifferent demeanor seemed to be an attitude of not wanting to talk to her.

"You wouldn't happen to be a Yuki-onna, would you..." Kawashima Miki muttered, sitting down on the edge of the pool and dipping her feet into the water. Perhaps because the water was warmer, her expression visibly relaxed the moment her feet entered the water.

His eyes were slightly narrowed, and he looked very content.

Kasahara Fukari glanced around and walked towards the bar by the pool.

"There are all kinds of drinks and fruits inside," Kawashima Miki called out. "Why don't you bring some over and eat with us?"

"it is good."

Kasahara Fukaeri answered briefly.

It seemed that getting her to say a few more words was a difficult task.

Fujiwara Rinya pretended to swim in the pool for a while, then slowly moved closer to Kawashima Miki.

"Whoo~"

A head suddenly popped out of the water, panting heavily.

The bright pool lights cast a soft glow on his face, making his usually unpleasant features suddenly seem more pleasing to the eye, probably because of the affectionate smile in his eyes.

"Little brat..."

Kawashima Miki glanced at him, moved aside, and seemed to want to ignore him.

However, Fujiwara Izaya suddenly reached out, grabbed her foot, and pulled her forcefully towards him.

With a "plop".

Kasahara Fukaeri looked up from behind the bar and saw only a splash of water.

"Guru Guru~"

A series of bubbles rose from the bottom of the water.

After glancing at it twice, Kasahara Fukari turned her gaze back, took some alcohol and drinks from the refrigerator, and also some mangoes from Miyazaki Prefecture and melons from Shizuoka Prefecture, and sat down by the pool.

Underwater.

The light shone into the water, refracting and swaying, making the view bright.

Kawashima Miki leaned against the bottom of the pool, staring at Fujiwara Izaya with a stern face.

At this moment, the little devil was holding her body, pinning her down so she couldn't move.

"Madam, I... gurgle gurgle..."

Kawashima Miki couldn't hear a word Fujiwara Izaya said.

However, that little face, which had just started to look a little better, became hateful in her eyes again.

After a while, she felt short of breath.

Her hands instinctively wrapped around Fujiwara Izaya, her soft body pressing against him, her firm skin clinging to his body. The incredibly smooth touch made Fujiwara Izaya want to stay underwater for half a day.

Unfortunately, even monsters need to breathe.

"Puff~"

Two heads emerged from the water.

Kasahara Fukari sat on a recliner by the pond, resting her chin on her hand, her face turned to the side as she stared motionlessly at Jorogumo, who was playing in the water not far away. Beneath her aloof expression, no one knew what she was thinking.

"Ah, whew~"

Kawashima Miki held onto the edge of the pool with both hands, her long, wet hair clinging to her smooth back like strands of seaweed.

Her delicate, rounded oval face turned red from holding her breath, and she greedily gasped for air with her sexy lips parted, taking a while to catch her breath.

Sword Comes

"Madam, how are you going to make it up to me?" Fujiwara Ryaya hugged her waist from behind, almost pressing his face against her delicate face, breathing hot air behind her ear. "I was helping you get revenge, but you just watched the whole thing. That's so unfair."

"Hmm~"

Kawashima Miki gritted her teeth and refused to respond, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"How about you join me in a little riot tonight?" Fujiwara Izaya said, his gaze sliding down her shapely collarbone.

Her full, rounded curves came into view, covered by black lingerie embroidered with red, the two colors appearing particularly alluring against her fair skin.

Fujiwara Izaya has always believed that the combination of mysterious black and alluring red creates a very mature and sophisticated look.

"Say something," he urged, gently stroking her smooth belly with both hands.

"No...you can't do this..." Kawashima Miki slowly twisted her head, arching her body and using her buttocks to push him away while dodging. However, her movements and strength were very moderate, and she didn't seem to be seriously resisting at all. "...Kid, don't be so presumptuous, please...please...don't..."

"Come up, sit down and let's talk."

Fujiwara Izaya released her waist and instead pulled her hand to sit on the edge of the pool.

Kawashima Miki couldn't break free, glared at him fiercely, and then helplessly let him pull her to the edge of the pool, where they sat side by side. She was only wearing underwear, and Fujiwara Ryaya was also only wearing underwear, their bodies completely naked, with water droplets constantly sliding off.

They were dressed in a smart and dignified manner, exuding a mature and sophisticated vibe. The other was a tall, handsome, and sunny young man. They held hands and stood close together like a young couple, without looking out of place at all.

Kasahara Fukaeri pressed her lips to the thin rim of the wine glass, inhaling the aroma of the pine nut wine inside.

Her gaze was fixed on the two people by the pool, and she remained motionless, except for her long eyelashes, which fluttered gently like butterfly wings from time to time.

"Does not saying anything mean nothing happened?" Fujiwara Izaya continued to press Kawashima Miki.

Kawashima Miki responded with a curt "uh" without any reaction.

She tried to pull her hand away forcefully, but when she realized she couldn't, she turned her face away silently to look at Jorogumo, who was playing alone in the pool, unwilling to let the bastard speak.

"Today I offended an entire yakuza organization for my wife's sake!"

Fujiwara Izaya spread his five fingers apart and inserted them one by one into Kawashima Miki's palm, interlocking his fingers with hers.

Kawashima Miki's arm stiffened, but she didn't dodge. She glanced at their clasped hands and sighed, "Sooner or later, your reckless brat will kill your sister."

After saying that, she slightly raised her head, staring blankly at the clear water.

"Before we die, let's finish what we haven't done yet," Fujiwara Izaya said, tugging at her arm.

Before Kawashima Miki could even utter a sound, she was pulled into his arms. Immediately, Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head and kissed her forehead, smiling as he said, "I'm reminded of a movie, a young widow in black mourning clothes kneeling before her husband's portrait, with a blond-haired man behind her. The young widow, filled with guilt towards her husband, was..."

"Shut up!" Kawashima Miki suddenly covered his mouth to stop him from speaking.

Then she stammered "you, you, you" a few times, so angry she wanted to punch him a few times, and point her finger at him and yell at him. But in the end, she couldn't do anything. She just sighed, her eyelashes trembling, and slowly pushed him away with her small hand against his chest: "Stop it, you know it's a fake marriage, don't call me wife..."

Fujiwara Rin didn't care what she was thinking, and moved his lips down to gently kiss her eyes.

"...I already said no!" Kawashima Miki twisted her head from side to side, dodging and pushing her at the same time. "I'm not some kind of wife, I can't satisfy your fetishes, please go find another woman!"

Feeling the mature woman's writhing touch, Fujiwara Izaya's breathing became heavier, thinking that it felt really good to bully a woman like this.

His lips slid from her eyes to the tip of her delicate nose, gently biting it, then slowly moved down to kiss her cheek.

Kawashima Miki's body trembled, and she immediately tensed all her muscles to push him away.

Fujiwara Izaya slightly raised his head and looked down at her face.

Her round face and fair skin were like a freshly baked cream cake, and her two full red lips were like strawberries on the cake. He was a little tempted and couldn't help but lick his lips.

“No, not where you can’t…” Noticing his gaze, Kawashima Miki suddenly shivered. “If you keep doing this… I’ll really get angry. Anyway, you can’t kiss me!” She shook her head vigorously, her gaze shifting left and right, sometimes to Kasahara Mieri watching the show, sometimes to Jorogumo paddling, and sometimes back to Fujiwara Izaya.

The aggressiveness in Fujiwara Izaya's eyes remained undiminished.

"Waaah, no..." Kawashima Miki squirmed in his arms, her face as red as a ripe apple. "You can't kiss me there, at most... at most you can kiss my cheek, is that okay? Anyway, you absolutely can't kiss me on the lips... please don't..."

Fujiwara Izaya found it somewhat amusing.

He didn't know if she was acting, but her shy, feminine demeanor was really endearing. He held Kawashima Miki tightly in his arms and whispered in her ear, "If your wife says no, then we won't kiss."

"Whoo~"