I have an infinite number of shikigami

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Mrs. Imperial, who had just recovered from the lingering sensations, found her face turning a deep red again.

She lifted her bare foot and pressed it hard against his stomach, stamping a few times as she scolded angrily, "A little boy like you, how much do you even have? You think you can make me pregnant with your child? Just go die now..."

She was also barefoot when dancing earlier.

Her originally pink soles were now covered in dust, making them less adorable. After Fujiwara Reya got stomped a few times, he picked up a handkerchief from the table, sat her down on the desk, and personally wiped her feet.

Is this what love is?

Mrs. Imperial supported herself on the table with her hands and smiled upward.

Her posture was like a beautiful white bird frolicking in the shadow of the Hakone Mountains.

As she felt him carefully wiping her feet, Mrs. Imperial reminisced about a series of things.

She imagined an apocalyptic downpour, recalling scenes of running wild in the mountains during her elementary school days... Thinking of these things, even her consciousness became hazy, as her past struggles with her own desires proved powerless before this healthy and handsome Little Mountain God.

After wiping her feet, Fujiwara Reya placed her legs on his thighs again and helped her put on the white tabi.

"Hey Hey!"

"What?"

"Are you in love with me?"

"What love?" Fujiwara Reya finished helping her with the tabi and coolly put his hands in his pockets.

Mrs. Imperial, teasing him, picked up the last piece of sushi from the porcelain plate and tossed it lightly upward, "Say you love me and you get to eat this."

"Yes, yes, I'm in love." Fujiwara Reya, like a mischievous puppy, caught the sushi with his mouth and swallowed it directly.

Mrs. Imperial clapped her hands in satisfaction, "Let's go."

She led the way in front, while Fujiwara Reya leisurely followed behind, greedily recalling her appearance just now. The utterly captivating, varied charm had to be perfectly preserved in his heart, to be treasured forever.

The night path ahead was devoid of any shadows.

The distant sounds of commotion seemed to indicate that the banquet was about to begin. Fujiwara Reya decided it was best to slip away under the cover of darkness and return promptly.

Mrs. Imperial, now in her immaculate kimono, walked ahead at a leisurely pace.

Fujiwara Reya quickened his pace to overtake her, soon reaching the shrine in the courtyard, intending to change clothes in the inner chamber now. To get to the inner chamber, they had to cross the suspension bridge at the end of the road, and under the dim lighting, anyone looking from above could surely see him walking with Mrs. Imperial.

Fujiwara Reya decided internally to slip away first.

However, just then, Mrs. Imperial suddenly called out to him, and he had no choice but to stop.

Even though turning back might mean getting scolded by Mrs. Miki tonight, he still stopped to wait for Mrs. Imperial.

Brave Mountain God, unafraid of hardship.

Charge!

After a moment, Mrs. Imperial's calm voice came from behind him.

"Why are you walking so fast?"

"I really have to pee." Fujiwara Reya turned back.

Mrs. Imperial's red sash glowed strikingly in the stone lantern's light,

"Are you afraid of being seen walking with me?"

Like placing a white Go stone, Mrs. Imperial precisely voiced the interconnected matters.

"There's nothing I can do about it. Why do you all have enough to play a Mahjong game together?" Fujiwara Reya smiled helplessly,

"I don't care."

Mrs. Imperial said.

This time, her voice echoed at the edge of Fujiwara Reya's ear, and he felt waves of burning breath on his cheeks. Then, his neck was embraced from behind by Mrs. Imperial, her slightly cool nails touched his carotid artery like a blade.

An inexplicable chill swept over.

Fujiwara Reya shivered slightly to show respect.

Just at this moment, Mrs. Imperial suddenly moved to the front swiftly, without drawing his notice.

"The thought of ruining your wedding night makes me especially happy." Mrs. Imperial lowered her head, hiding her expression from him, "And, you know, I recorded everything we talked about today, so you better be careful. If someday you don't serve me well... hmm? Understand?"

As she spoke, Mrs. Imperial slightly rose on her tiptoes.

Her wooden clogs shuddered, making a faint sound, and her entire weight leaned onto him, prompting Fujiwara Reya to embrace her. Her hair, darker than the night, concealed her face, leaving only the clear scent of perfume wafting from her neck.

"Let's see who makes whom kneel first!" Fujiwara Reya kneaded her hips into various shapes before pulling her onto the suspension bridge.

The dim light of the mansion's ever-lit lamps illuminated the path underfoot, and the stone lions, golden plaques, and flame-spitting dragon reliefs appeared in turn within sight. The white paper strips hanging from the amulet grass rope on the door, the shadows of poplar leaves beautifully cast on the white stone steps.

Crossing the suspension bridge, the two exchanged a glance at the inner courtyard gate and then parted ways.

In the darkness, Fujiwara Reya halted, and the Lady seemed to sense it too, pausing as well.

"Next time?"

"Capital City!"

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Within the inner courtyard of the mansion at night, the lamps were sparse.

Fujiwara Reya, sneaking like a thief, glanced left and right, tiptoeing his way back to his room. It was already eight thirty, and he had to quickly change for the evening banquet in the courtyard, otherwise, he'd face disdain from all the female beings in the manor.

However, just as he changed and stepped out the door.

At this time, Kawashima Miki, who should have been in the courtyard, was slowly walking toward him from the other end of the corridor.

Her posture was poised, her steps steady, almost imperceptible in motion as she walked.

Fujiwara Reya held his breath.

Tonight, Mrs. Miki was clad in a luxurious phoenix coronet and ceremonial robes.

The floor-length skirt was adorned with golden flakes, and from the bodice to the hem, gold and silver embroidery shimmered brilliantly. Beneath the skirt, the red satin shoes peeked out. A red shawl hung from her rear shoulders, trailing to the floor, and golden earrings dangled elegantly from her earlobes.

Her hairstyle was a standard noblewoman's chignon, the glossy black hair coiled at the back of her head, with a few strands cascading down her full, fair neck to the invisible, exquisite, delicate collarbones at her neckline.

The polished face, captivating eyes, and perfectly aligned nose were as flawless as a queen stepping out of a historical painting.

Two maidservants, holding her skirt from behind, accompanied her with unparalleled grandeur.

"Mrs. Miki!" Fujiwara Reya hurriedly stepped forward to take her hand.

Kawashima Miki smiled at him warmly.

Her posture remained poised forward, only turning her face slightly to one side, revealing a hint of a smile. The classical beauty of her fair cheeks was graced with a few strands of hair, her elongated eye corners glimmered with a black fiery glint, and her delicate nose appeared cute and lovely...

In that moment, her profile resembled a cross-section of a pristine piece of art. As she tilted it toward Fujiwara Reya's eyes, it seemed like the drifting clouds parted suddenly, revealing the snowy peak beneath.

Kawashima Miki originally intended to ask who the woman was that crossed the suspension bridge with him just now.

But she held back from asking.

Tonight was an important night, one not to be wasted.