I have an infinite number of shikigami

Fujiwara Reya just watched her little movements silently.

The water surface started to ripple continuously.

Kawashima Miki squirmed her waist, teeth clenched, speaking with difficulty: "Will there be conflicts on the ship?"

Fujiwara Reya lowered his head, his nose close to her neck: "There probably will be."

"Ha...uh, I can help you..." Kawashima Miki's body stiffened, "After all, I'm the Demon King too, and so is the little spider, we're quite formidable when we team up..."

"Wherever I need Mrs.' help, I won't hesitate."

"We're husband and wife, we must always advance and retreat together... If my aunt bullies me, you also... must teach her a lesson."

"Even if she didn't bully you, I'd teach her a lesson."

Held by the young man's arm, the woman, a peerless enchantress, wriggled like a dolphin in water. She earnestly analyzed the situation with him, speaking and joking, her expression sometimes serious, sometimes charming. However, most of the time, she was clenching her teeth, only emitting simple nasal sounds, as if the Empress Luo Xinfu was resisting against the terrifying imitation of a great tengu from Sagami.

Not long after, Kawashima Miki let out a low cry, half her body tensed like a bow.

"Talking... don't interrupt, mm... despicable... don't..."

"Weren't you very tough just now?"

"Not really..."

"Surrender yet?"

"No surrender..."

"Then let's continue!"

"No..."

Stubbornly holding a firm stance, Kawashima Miki said "no" then clenched her teeth, her hands weakly pressed between her legs, planning to defend the last fortress but soon, she weakly raised the white flag.

Her body completely sank into the water, Kawashima Miki's scattered gaze seemed still reluctantly looking back at her young husband.

Still gasping for breath.

"I just love Mrs. Miki's tough demeanor." Fujiwara Reya made a face at her in triumph.

Kawashima Miki's chest heaved, weakly saying: "Aren't you going to hold me up..."

"I'll dry you off first." With that, Fujiwara Reya lifted her out of the bathtub, letting her lean against the wall and sit on the edge, and with a dry towel, wiped the sparkling water droplets from the mature woman's now baby-like tender skin.

Kawashima Miki was as still as a virgin, as obedient as a little puppy.

Enjoying her husband's service, she placed her hand on his head, her fingers stroking his hair, and asked: "After bathing together, commanding your husband like a servant, feels not bad."

"I'm willing to be Lady Miki's little dog for a lifetime." Fujiwara Reya draped a bathrobe over her.

Kawashima Miki tilted his chin with her fingertip, gazing down at him disdainfully: "You've always been a scoundrel!"

The red nightgown wrapped her tender post-bath skin, her damp black hair draping over her shoulders, her figure graceful and enchanting. Fujiwara Reya helped the Empress blow dry her hair, hugging her waist back to their room.

Snuggled lazily in the bedding, Kawashima Miki's hair was disheveled, her body curled as closely as possible next to Fujiwara Reya.

Though in terms of appearance her husband still seemed like a boy, she was now a fully mature woman, yet the difference in physiques made her appear especially demure at this time,

Outside the window, the starry sea extended endlessly, and the wife in his arms was so smooth and soft. Immersed in this rich warmth, Fujiwara Reya uttered a contented sound, "This is the true meaning of happiness."

"How happy?" Kawashima Miki's smile bloomed like a flower.

"Waking up on a Monday morning, dressing, washing, preparing for school, looking for a long time only to find neither textbook nor backpack, so you sit dazed by the bed. But suddenly realize, today is a public holiday, there's no school... that's how happy."

"Shouldn't that be painful?" Kawashima Miki maintained her smile, her hand stealthily climbing to his waist, "I remember you said your school has a homeroom teacher named Wakina, young and pretty, you really liked her."

"..."

Fujiwara Reya was speechless.

Back then, when Lady Miki asked him about school, he casually mentioned the homeroom teacher, just a description not exceeding 10 words, yet she remembered so seriously and clearly.

So petty!

"Speak, are you missing your teacher?" Kawashima Miki applied pressure with her hand.

Fujiwara Reya endured the pain: "I'll go to Tokyo to apply for a leave of absence!"

"Alright, what if your mother blames you for dropping out?" Kawashima Miki released her grip, blowing gently on his neck with a smile, "As the main wife, I don't want to leave a bad daughter-in-law impression in front of your mother."

"Really like Mrs. Miki." Fujiwara Reya turned and hugged her tightly.

"How much?"

"Want to become Mrs. Miki's spider web, under your feet for life."

"I weave the spider web."

"Want you to weave it..."

"Don't say disgusting things!"

"True, hmm, really sleepy, sleep." Fujiwara Reya closed his eyes.

Kawashima Miki pulled open his bathrobe, kissed his collarbone with her lips, then leaned against him with a contented look. With a sense of fulfillment and peace, she slowly closed her eyes, falling asleep with a happy smile on her lips.

The sun rose as usual the next day.

When Fujiwara Reya woke up, it was almost eight o'clock.

Kawashima Miki snuggled up asleep next to him.

He glanced at his wife, his nose touching her hair, his hand sliding from her waist to trace the elegant curves. Kawashima Miki made a dissatisfied sound, turning her back to him, presenting herself like a cooked shrimp.

A while later, she kicked him onto the floor in a fit of morning grouchiness.

"Sleeping too much turns you into a pig!" Fujiwara Reya playfully scolded.

"Even if I turn into a pig, you must still like me..." Kawashima Miki murmured dreamily.

"Alright, alright, I'll go get breakfast for you, and try to feed you into a spider-pig." Fujiwara Reya stretched delightfully, got ready leisurely, and walked out to get breakfast after freshening up in the room.

At the moment he opened the door, Kasahara Fumi from the next room also came out.

She was wearing a tastefully elegant French white blouse, with pretty ruffles at the collar and cuffs, and a high-waisted black long skirt. Her incomparable beautiful legs were selfishly hidden beneath the skirt's hem.