I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Her tone was sorrowful and pitiful.

Aside from that, Fujiwara Izaya suddenly felt that if they had met under normal circumstances, he might have been able to spend some pleasant time with her.

of course.

The current situation is no longer normal.

“I have an idea that I need your help with, my wife.” Fujiwara Izaya held her close and leaned in to kiss her.

“…No!” Kawashima Miki tilted her head, only letting the little devil kiss her cheek.

Then she quickly covered her face with her hands, her body stiffening as if to say, "Anywhere else is fine with you."

Not seeing her shy expression wasn't enough for Fujiwara Izaya, who wanted to pry her hands off. However, Kawashima Miki used all her strength to protect her lips, seemingly determined not to back down an inch.

"Madam, this is very disobedient!"

Fujiwara Izaya made a threatening remark.

Kawashima Miki peeked at him through the gap between her fingers, then turned her back to him, still holding her hands over her face.

“Okay, let’s talk about feelings first.” Fujiwara Izaya hugged her from behind, his arms wrapped around her chest, the soft touch felt very comfortable.

Kawashima Miki's body tensed up.

But she didn't dodge or struggle; she didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

“Since your wife is already under suspicion anyway,” Fujiwara Izaya said, feeling the softness of her body. “Why don’t you come and rely on me?”

Kawashima Miki trembled slightly, but remained silent.

“Being a brothel owner is disgraceful, but what about being a shrine maiden?” Fujiwara Izaya said the words he had been planning for a long time.

"..."

Kawashima Miki's heart trembled.

She silently turned around and peeked at him through her fingers, trying to figure out if he was lying.

"A white-clad, red-skirted shrine maiden of noble birth." Fujiwara Izaya pressed his forehead against hers, enticing her with each word, "From now on, wherever you go, people will no longer look down on you because of your status; instead, they will look at you with admiration and trust."

Kawashima Miki hummed in agreement and continued to cover her face.

"You will be freed from darkness and will walk in the light from now on." Fujiwara Izaya breathed into her nose. "You will become justice, you will represent purity, you will represent the moon to destroy..."

“Wait…” Kawashima Miki interrupted him, “Isn’t the last line Sailor Moon’s line?”

You watch Sailor Moon too?

"I've seen a little bit..."

"Want to be a Sailor Moon?"

"Uh... I wanted to come here when I was little."

"Then I'll become a shrine maiden!"

"……real?"

"Of course it's true."

Kawashima Miki spread her fingers, her eyes shining: "...You're not lying to me?"

"How could I dare to lie to my wife?" Fujiwara Izaya said with utmost sincerity.

"..." Kawashima Miki hesitated for almost half a minute before slowly lowering her hand, revealing her delicate, flawless, light red face. In the dimly lit room, that vibrant color was arguably the most perfect color in human history.

"You're gorgeous." Fujiwara Izaya pinched her cheek.

“But…” Kawashima Miki hesitated, her eyes becoming blank again, “I’m a yokai, how can a yokai be a shrine maiden…”

After saying that, she seemed a little disappointed, pursed her lips, and her brows revealed an unconcealable sorrow.

“I’m a yokai too, and I became a priest.” Fujiwara Izaya gently smoothed her brow and said softly, “Different identities only represent different perspectives on things, and cannot directly distinguish between good and evil. As long as you keep in mind the duties of a priestess and fulfill those duties day after day, long as you do it, then you will be the best priestess in the world.”

"Um……"

Kawashima Miki nodded quietly, her eyes showing a mixture of interest and hesitation.

"But if I become a priestess, won't the gods be angry with me?" she asked.

Fujiwara Izaya declared loudly, "I am God!"

His voice is warm and gentle, neither arrogant nor impatient, possessing both the youthful vigor and the composure and steadiness of a mountain.

"...Show-off!" Kawashima Miki scolded playfully, leaning her face closer, her ear pressed against his chest muscles, listening to his strong heartbeat as she asked, "Even if you are a god, you are just a wandering deity among humans. If the chief priest in Takamagahara finds out that you have taken a yokai as a priestess, he might strip you of your status and your shrine, making you lose everything."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Fujiwara Izaya ruffled her hair, laughing at her like she was a naive child. "This is his daughter-in-law. If he dared to do that, my mother would stab him to death, you believe me?"

"……Clam?"

Kawashima Miki's expression now is exactly the same as when she first saw the little spider.

Looking at her slightly parted, sexy lips, Fujiwara Rinya subconsciously leaned forward. Just as he was about to touch her, Kawashima Miki suddenly snapped back to reality and covered her face in an instant: "No, absolutely not! And what daughter-in-law? Can you please stop saying such things? Get out, get out!"

As she spoke, she didn't forget to kick Fujiwara Izaya hard, as if she wanted to kick him off the bed.

Fujiwara Izaya deftly slipped his hands under her knees, wrapped his other arm around her waist, and lifted her up in one swift motion, saying fiercely, "It's time for you to pay the price for tempting me with your feet earlier."

My body was suddenly exposed to the air, which was slightly cool.

"You bastard!" Kawashima Miki arched her back, one hand across her chest, the other still tightly covering her lips. "Put me down, I'm giving you one last chance to put me down!"

Fujiwara Izaya gently bounced the woman in his arms: "What if you don't let go?"

"...Believe it or not, I'll suck you dry!" Kawashima Miki's face turned as red as if it were about to bleed.

How do you inhale?

"Of course, with your mouth!"

"Such a good thing?"

"...Don't get the wrong idea, it's not the kind of inhalation you're thinking of!"

"Is that the kind of inhalation I'm thinking of?"

"..."

Kawashima Miki was speechless for a moment.

Damn it, how am I supposed to say such embarrassing things!

“My wife is all about high offense and low defense,” Fujiwara Rinya said with amusement, putting her back in bed, hugging her from behind, and placing his hands on her lower abdomen. “This is so funny.”

Kawashima Miki asked coldly, "Also?"

"...Uh..." Fujiwara Rin also wanted to slap himself.

Kawashima Miki, with her back to him, let out a soft, cold snort to express her dissatisfaction.

“She’s a junior of mine,” Fujiwara Izaya explained. “The one I was just discussing with Ms. Kasahara, her younger sister, is named Asuka.”

“I’m into both sisters!” Kawashima Miki said sternly, her back ramrod straight.

“No way,” Fujiwara Ryaya whispered in her ear, “I’ve never even held hands with either of them, how could I be so intimate with you as my wife.”

As the warm breath entered her ears, Kawashima Miki's shoulders involuntarily trembled.

"Whether you held hands with them or not is none of my business! Let go! Don't touch me!" she said, then began to twist her body and struggle symbolically.

Fujiwara Izaya tightened his arms, refusing to let go of her.

Soon, Kawashima Miki stopped struggling and nestled quietly in his arms.

After such interactions happened many times, she stopped resisting them. On the contrary, she found a continuous source of pleasure in the waves of forced humiliation.

After a moment of silence, she whispered, "Do you really want me to become a priestess?"

“Really.” Fujiwara Izaya felt her firm, flat stomach and said in a relaxed and cheerful tone, “The Asakusa Shrine is really a bit shabby with just me here now.”

Kawashima Miki gave a soft "hmm," her voice softer than ever before.

“Madam has such a wonderful temperament; she’s a classic beauty.” Fujiwara Izaya imagined her in a shrine maiden outfit and was very excited. “Without a doubt, once she puts on the shrine maiden outfit, Madam will undergo a perfect transformation, like a moth turning into a butterfly.”

Kawashima Miki imagined herself in a shrine maiden outfit, and her heart almost melted, feeling warm all over.

“However…” Fujiwara Izaya changed the subject.

"But what?" Kawashima Miki's expression tensed up.

“Since my wife is a yokai, it would be extremely dangerous if the people of the Onmyōryō found out,” Fujiwara Izaya said solemnly.

"I knew this would happen..."

Kawashima Miki's face quickly darkened.

Really.

If it's not possible, then don't try to coax me with such beautiful visions... The flame of hope he had just ignited was extinguished by his foot. Kawashima Miki felt a bitter taste in her mouth and her eyes stung.

“Unless my wife can become my shikigami,” Fujiwara Izaya said.

"?"

Kawashima Miki turned her head and glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.

“I’ve made my shikigami my shrine maiden, and no one dares to interfere.” Fujiwara Izaya turned her around so she was facing him, and asked cheek to cheek, “Would you be willing to be my shikigami, madam?”

Kawashima Miki silently shook her head.

“I won’t restrict your freedom, my wife.” Fujiwara Izaya kissed her moist eyes, his gaze full of sincerity. “Rather than that, you’ll be freer to be my shikigami. After all, you’re under the organization’s control right now, aren’t you also powerless to do what you want? At least I can make you live a happier life, and I can always protect you and keep you from being troubled by any nightmares.”

Asura Martial God

Kawashima Miki sniffed.

Ugh!

Why do I feel like crying so much?

"Does silence mean your wife agrees?" Fujiwara Izaya said.

Kawashima Miki kept her eyes down and remained silent.

"Tonight, I will prove it to my wife, and tomorrow we will perform the shikigami binding ceremony again." Fujiwara Izaya hugged her. "I have the ability to protect my wife, and I also have the determination to protect her."

Kawashima Miki responded with an "oh".