I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Kawashima Miki breathed a sigh of relief.

After regaining her composure, she leaned weakly against him, gazing at him wistfully, and said, "Don't call me wife."

"Why not?" Fujiwara Izaya feigned ignorance.

"It's fake, the marriage is fake!" Kawashima Miki said in a sharp voice, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "I'm not married, don't call me 'wife'."

Fujiwara Izaya lifted her chin, leaned closer, and said with a smile, "Is Mrs. Fujiwara not suitable?"

"..."

Looking into his clear eyes, Kawashima Miki felt her judgment gradually slipping away.

Those eyes, gleaming with a deep light, sometimes flashed with straightforward warmth, then suddenly turned into a vulgar and cold glint, and the next second transformed into an expression of joy for the world. The complex boy expressed his complexity vividly in his eyes, profound and powerful, yet also overflowing with peace and warmth.

Something deeply moving slowly began to emerge.

Kawashima Miki's lips twitched slightly, as if she wanted to speak, but she couldn't organize her thoughts.

And so, she stared blankly as Fujiwara Izaya approached, pressed his face against her neck and kissed her, then pressed his nose against hers: "Tonight, I'm going to kill Tsuchiya Kazuma. My dear wife, stay home and wait for my triumphant return."

Kawashima Miki gritted her teeth and gave a haughty snort.

The radiance that flashed across her face at that moment was a woman's unique dignity and chastity, silently expressing her stubbornness that "I will never open my heart to you so easily."

However, as Fujiwara Izaya held her, he could clearly feel her body temperature gradually rising, and her smooth, jade-like skin slowly blushing. The rose scent emanating from her body, amplified by her rising temperature, instantly made the air between them warm, moist, and filled with the fragrance of perfume.

As he smelled her fragrance, Fujiwara Izaya wrapped his arms around her soft waist and buried his face deeply in her chest.

The alluring fragrance wafted into my nostrils, causing a slight itch that was almost irresistible.

Kawashima Miki's body stiffened, and her face tightened, as if she were very nervous. Later, she simply closed her eyes, tacitly approving of Fujiwara Izaya's actions with an ostrich-like mentality.

Kasahara Fukari crossed her legs and stared at the two people by the pond.

Like someone who doesn't exist, she sipped her pine nut wine in small sips, occasionally picking up a piece of melon and putting it in her mouth.

"Fujiwara..."

Kawashima Miki's breathing grew heavier, her long, tightly closed eyelashes trembled slightly, and her expression was as if she had suffered a great injustice. Fujiwara Izaya remained unrestrained for a moment, then suddenly reached out and forcefully pushed him away, her breath hot against his skin, her eyes red as she stared at him.

Seeing her extremely aggrieved and unable to vent her anger, Fujiwara Rin didn't say anything, but held her small hand tightly in his palm. Kawashima tried to break free a few times, but couldn't, so she simply turned her face away angrily and refused to look at him.

"Hey, will you agree or not?" Fujiwara Izaya asked with a smile.

"What?" Kawashima Miki didn't react for a moment.

Fujiwara Izaya said in a very serious tone, "To be Mrs. Fujiwara."

"..." Kawashima Miki gritted her teeth in anger, turned around abruptly, and pointed her finger at his nose with her other hand: "You scoundrel! Is this fun? It's not fun at all! If you want to play, go find another woman. I'm not playing with you!"

Fujiwara Izaya maintained his smile as he watched her scold him.

"I was stupid, I got myself into this mess, I admit it. But can you stop teasing me like this?" Kawashima Miki became more and more agitated, eventually shoving him down and grabbing his neck with both hands. "You have such a well-built physique, and your face is handsome enough. You're smart enough too, and you've got plenty of schemes going on. There must be countless girls who are infatuated with you. Besides, you're a young master, with such powerful demons under your command, you can capture anyone you want! Why do you have to pick on me... I've already given up, please stop teasing me..."

Honestly, this pose is really good.

Kawashima Miki hunched over, her figure on full display, much to the delight of Fujiwara Izaya, who wore an enigmatic smile on his face.

"Say something!"

This time it was Kawashima Miki's turn to say that.

Seeing the annoying smile on the brat's face, she trembled with anger, and all her grievances poured out in an instant.

"You bastard! You pervert! There's no man in the whole world as disgusting as you! If you're short of women, go find someone else. Why waste your time on a bitch like me who runs a brothel!"

As she continued her tirade, she suddenly raised her head and pointed at Kasahara Fukari: "Isn't there one over there? She's of noble birth and high status, and a stunningly beautiful woman with an ethereal aura! Go find her! Why are you bothering me—"

Kasahara Fukari rolled her eyes, too lazy to bother with this crazy woman.

"Really, I'm warning you!" Kawashima Miki lowered her head again, her face flushed, her breathing rapid, and her shoulders shaking irregularly. "Don't treat me like a fool..."

"Okay, okay, don't be angry anymore," Fujiwara Izaya put his hands behind her and gently patted her back to comfort her. "Calm down first, I'll talk to you slowly."

Kawashima Miki struggled many times, but she couldn't shake off his hand.

Her expression shifted, and her earlier high spirits vanished instantly. She slumped limply against Fujiwara Izaya's chest, whispering, "Give me some respect, okay..."

His words carried a hint of weakness, as if he were admitting that he couldn't escape.

"If you don't want to be a wife," Fujiwara Izaya whispered in her ear, "do you want to be a mistress?"

"Nonsense!" Kawashima Miki raised her head slightly, shook it vigorously two or three times, and took a deep breath through her nose: "I don't care about anything, so you'd better not bother me."

Fujiwara Izaya gently stroked her wet hair and her smooth back.

"Honestly, why can't you be a little gentler..." Kawashima Miki complained, resting her head softly on his chest with her eyes closed.

Just moments ago her breathing was rapid, but now it has returned to a gentle tranquility, as if she had fallen asleep. A few strands of her hair, still damp with water, clung to her forehead, outlining beautiful lines, and the tip of her delicate nose trembled slightly with each breath.

Fujiwara Izaya wiped her face with his hand, removing the almost invisible water droplets from the corners of her eyes.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the world was still experiencing torrential rain, and the occasional ominous flashes of lightning in the gloomy sky did nothing to disturb the tranquility inside.

After a while, Kawashima Miki opened her eyes.

With her head still resting on Fujiwara Izaya's body, Moko stared blankly at the heavy rain outside.

In the dim light, a dark, shadowy creature darted past quickly, its appearance obscured; it might just be a crow… Thinking of crows, Kawashima Miki’s expression changed, and she looked up at Fujiwara Izaya again.

"Your, um, your subordinate, that tengu..." she stammered, her voice unexpectedly reserved.

Fujiwara Izaya's face broke into a smug smile: "Are you wondering what kind of young master I am?"

"Don't laugh so horribly!" Kawashima Miki was furious. She placed her hands on his chest, straightened her back, and looked down at him condescendingly: "What are you hiding from me? Tell me now!"

Fujiwara Izaya touched her hair with one hand.

His long, slender fingers brushed against her ear through her hair, gently grasping and kneading her soft earlobe.

"..." Kawashima Miki trembled slightly, hesitated for a moment, then tilted her head and pressed her face against his palm.

“I am the Great Tengu,” he said.

Kawashima Miki's eyes widened in disbelief: "Really?"

"Of course!" Fujiwara Izaya said, like a teacher reminding students to maintain classroom discipline. He raised his index finger to his lips. "Miss Jorogumo, aren't you going to tell the truth too?"

In an instant.

Kawashima Miki's eyes looked frozen, and Tong Kong lost his luster.

His lips trembled slightly as if he were speaking, like ripples on a calm lake caused by a leaf falling on it.

“Yes, that’s a female police officer from Section 9 over there,” Fujiwara Izaya said, pressing her head back against his chest. “Madam, you don’t want others to know you’re Jorogumo, do you?”

"..."

Kawashima Miki felt like crying.

Once this brat confirms it, she can foresee that he will constantly threaten her and force her to do all sorts of humiliating things.

"Be good, don't disobey me," Fujiwara Izaya said softly, stroking the back of her head like he was coaxing a child. "Give me a kiss and let me kiss you."

"……don't want."

"There's no other way, I can only go and atone for my crime by doing good deeds."

"……don't want."

Which one don't you want?

“…I kiss you.” Kawashima Miki gritted her teeth, took a deep breath after a moment, and as if she had made up her mind, reached out and gently touched Fujiwara Izaya’s cheek.

The fingertips were soft and smooth, and Fujiwara Izaya felt very comfortable.

Then, Kawashima Miki moved her body up a little, brought her lips close to Fujiwara Izaya's face, and hissed deeply into various parts of his face with her nose as if she were smelling something. Finally, she found the spot between his eyebrows and gently kissed it with her lips.

"Is it...is it okay now?"

Kawashima Miki looked at him nervously, her nostrils flaring slightly with each breath, as if they were hardening.

"I'll let you off the hook for now." Fujiwara Izaya patted her butt, feeling its amazing elasticity, and chuckled, "How long are you going to stay here? Get up and make me lunch right now, or I'll eat you up right now."

"……you!"

Kawashima Miki blushed, her eyes filled with a desire to devour him whole.

"Don't believe me?" Fujiwara Izaya retorted, not giving her time to react, he grabbed her by the buttocks with both hands and stood up abruptly. "Come on, come inside with me!"

"Hey, hey, hey, no!" Kawashima Miki panicked immediately, her legs kicking wildly in the air. "Put me down, I'll go cook, I'll go now—"

"Looking forward to your wife's cooking."

Fujiwara Izaya then put her down.

As soon as her feet touched the ground, Kawashima Miki suddenly turned around and kicked him into the water in retaliation.

"Puff~"

Water splashed up, and seeing Fujiwara Rin thrashing about in the water, a relieved smile finally appeared on Kawashima Miki's pretty face.

"I'll poison the food!"

After loudly announcing her plan, Kawashima Miki then took a few steps with her smooth feet, swaying her arms back and forth comfortably, and happily strode towards the kitchen.

According to Kasahara Fukaeri.

This spider, in the web it wove itself, gradually became Fujiwara Izaya's prey.

Chapter 87. Of course, you can persuade (or seduce) someone who is your older sister.

Large raindrops swept across, relentlessly tapping against the glass windows on the ninth floor.

Fujiwara Izaya climbed out of the water, shook the water droplets off his hair, and walked towards the lounge chair.

“Ms. Kasahara,” he asked, “after watching the performance for so long, aren’t you going to say a word or two?”

“I heard you,” said Fukahara Mieri.

She maintained the same posture throughout, her hand supporting her chin, remaining motionless.

“I know you can hear me.” Fujiwara Izaya continued walking.

Pure white wings unfurled behind him, and at the same time, his hair and pores turned golden yellow, emanating an aura of dominance from his slightly fluttering wings.