I have an infinite number of shikigami

A little later, the woman left and returned, carrying a set of clothes in her hands.

What vulgar clothes... The Imperial Concubine glanced at them and felt something was terribly wrong.

Fujiwara Reya noted her reaction and then adopted an annoying young master's demeanor. Speaking in a tone that was both commanding and mischievous, he said, "Madam, you'd better hurry and change into them."

"Look, the moon is so round tonight." The Imperial Concubine pointed outside with her fair finger.

"Do you want me to help you undress?" Fujiwara Reya's face grew cold.

"Young Master..." The Imperial Concubine attempted to display a beautiful smile to sway him, but instead, it backfired, turning into a mournful expression.

Lost in exquisite joy, Fujiwara Reya suddenly extended his left fist in front of her, raising his index and middle fingers, saying, "Remember the taste of this?"

"Ah, stop talking nonsense." The Imperial Concubine grabbed his fingers, her neck flushing with red in an instant.

In an attempt to hide her panic, she hastily grasped his hand and said, "You must never mention such things again!"

Fujiwara Reya chuckled softly while pressing his face closer, "Then change your clothes, change them in front of me."

"The Young Master wants to watch me change?"

"Do you even need to ask?"

"How hateful! I never dreamed the Young Master would be this kind of person." The Imperial Concubine looked at him mournfully, her cheeks flushed.

"This is absolutely a mandatory command. Honestly, in this matter, you must listen to me, after all, I am the Young Master, the master. And you are just an uninvited, troublesome woman..."

The Imperial Concubine lowered her eyes, remaining silent.

Seeing this, Fujiwara Reya simply displayed his indulgent young master's stance, forcefully pulling open her belt. She suddenly became weak again, those lowered eyes becoming more enchanting. Fujiwara Reya tugged at her clothes, watching her as she gently shook her head, a blush reappearing.

As he stripped away her outer garments, revealing the Imperial Concubine in black lace lingerie, her body was exceptionally voluptuous. Her firm, slender legs supporting a beautifully balanced and dangerously enticing figure exuded a sultry tropical allure.

Fujiwara Reya took the new clothes and slowly dressed her in them.

His fingers brushed over her delicate skin.

Like a gentle, graceful leaf cluster, elegant yet somewhat playful.

Her waistline was seductive, hips perky and taut, with the floral softness swaying, all causing one's heart to race.

"Hoo—" Fujiwara Reya blew softly into her ear from behind.

That perfect body visibly shivered, prompting him to let out a satisfied laugh.

While fastening her belt, Fujiwara Reya's fingertips grazed her goosebump-covered abdomen, each part of her body permeated with mature allure, exuding noble elegance.

The flickering candelabra emitted a yellow glow akin to a specimen flower.

In such a scene, the scantily clad Imperial Concubine began to dance gracefully.

Her elegance was unrivaled, her beauty unparalleled, but her attire was extremely thin, barely covering the crucial parts. The ribbons entwined in her slender, lotus-like arms waved in dance, splendid and magnificent.

The fiery red clothes, like colorful butterflies fluttering, continuously swept across her vision.

Her rosy skin dazzling like snow, layers of thin red gauze draping and swirling around her figure, filled with a languid charm. However, in contrast to this alluring attire, she wore atop her head a phoenix crown, symbolizing the dynasty.

Fujiwara Reya sipped sake, one mouthful at a time.

The dance performed by the Imperial Concubine was an eight-act ballet called "Yu Meiren Sketch."

The dance's script was the famous ancient Chinese tragedy of Xiang Yu and Yu Ji.

The final scene depicted Yu Ji stabbing her chest with a sword, held in Xiang Yu's arms, dying amidst the melancholic Chu songs lamenting homesickness.

Lamps and candle shadows.

The dancing woman seemed like a spirit amidst the flames.

Watching her graceful and lively figure, Fujiwara Reya suddenly thought of Xiang Yu, who, after watching Yu Ji's performance, also took his own life by the Wujiang River not long after.

The dance came to an end.

A breeze coincidentally blew in.

The Imperial Concubine halted her dance steps.

Her vividly red lips and pearly white teeth, her skin fine and delicate, bloomed like a flower.

At this moment, with one hand on the phoenix crown, her right leg poised at ease, her toe pointed outward. This posture was reminiscent of a dying dancer; her face in a smile of overwhelming beauty, evoking the sense of a woman from the dynasty meeting her end, recalling past nobility, and feeling the harshness of present tragedy with confused sorrow.

"Young Master, I must return." The Imperial Concubine knelt down and slowly bowed.

The ancient, elegant lines formed by her eyebrows and eyes drooped down, the golden phoenix crown covering her enchanting face. On the surface, she indeed appeared to be a simple entertainer, desperately attempting to escape from the lecherous young master, avoiding defilement. Yet, in those lowered brows and eyes hung an ambiguous smile. It carried the regal elegance of an empress and the saucy allure of a courtesan; this smile was a graceful gift she was about to bestow upon some young man.

Fujiwara Reya silently ate his food.

Good wine, good food, and the widow's captivating performance—such a life was truly wonderful.

The Imperial Concubine covered her mouth with a handkerchief, as if suppressing a sob, and hurriedly ran towards the door with her head lowered. However, just as she was about to reach the entrance, a pair of hands encircled from behind, ensnaring her like a large net.

"Young Master..." The Imperial Concubine cried out in distress.

The next second, her feet suddenly lifted off the ground, and she was carried back to the tatami.