I have an infinite number of shikigami

"I didn't..." (pouting)

"Surrender yet?"

"Not surrendering..." (stubborn)

"Then let's continue!"

True to her habit of being verbally stubborn but unable to hold it for long, Kawashima Miki said a "no" and gritted her teeth, ready for a showdown with him.

But it wasn't long before she weakly raised the white flag.

"I surrender!"

"I just love it when Mrs. Miki is stubborn." Fujiwara Reya pulled a goofy face at her triumphantly.

Lying completely in the water, Kawashima Miki's unfocused gaze seemed to still wistfully look back at her young husband, "If you have the guts, bully Riho instead..."

Fujiwara Reya's face darkened.

The Snow Woman's physique was terrifying, he needed to be a lot stronger.

Kawashima Miki secretly chuckled in her heart, playfully scolding with a feeble demeanor, "You're not going to help me up yet..."

"Let me dry you off first." Saying this, Fujiwara Reya lifted her out of the bathtub, letting her lean against the wall at the edge of the tub, and used a dry towel to wipe away the crystal-clear water droplets on his wife's skin, which had become as tender as a baby's.

Kawashima Miki remained as quiet as a virgin, obedient as a little puppy.

Enjoying her husband's gentleness, her hand rested on his head, fingers stroking his hair, asking, "Isn't it nice to boss around your husband like a servant after a bath together?"

"I'm willing to be Mrs. Miki's little dog for a lifetime." Fujiwara Reya wrapped a bathrobe around her.

Kawashima Miki lifted his chin with her fingertips, gazing at him condescendingly and disdainfully, "You've always been a dog!"

The red pajamas wrapped around her delicate skin after the bath, wet black hair draped over her shoulders, her figure alluringly graceful. Fujiwara Reya helped the Empress dry her hair, and held her waist as they returned to the room.

Lying softly on the futon, Kawashima Miki's hair was disheveled, her body curling tightly against Fujiwara Reya's side as much as possible.

Despite her husband still appearing like a teenager, she was already a completely mature woman. Yet, their difference in physique made her seem very dainty and reliant at the moment.

Outside the window was an endless sea of starlight; in his arms, his wife was so smooth and soft. Immersed in this rich warmth, Fujiwara Reya made a sound of contentment, "This is the essence of happiness."

"How happy is it?" Kawashima Miki smiled like a blooming flower.

"Waking up on a Monday morning, dressing, washing up, getting ready for school, only to rummage around and not find your textbook and backpack, so you have to sit at the bedside dazedly. But suddenly realizing today is a public holiday, no school... That's how happy it is."

"That should be very distressing, actually." Kawashima Miki maintained her smile, one hand sneakily climbing onto his waist, "I remember you saying there's this pretty young homeroom teacher named Wakina at your school, and you really like her."

"..."

Fujiwara Reya was at a loss for words.

When Mrs. Miki asked about his school, he had casually mentioned the homeroom teacher, barely saying more than a ten-word sentence. Yet she remembered it so seriously and clearly.

Too petty!

"Come on, are you missing your teacher?" Kawashima Miki exerted strength with her hand.

Fujiwara Reya bore the pain, "I'll go to Tokyo to handle the formalities for a break from studies!"

"Well, what if your mother blames you for dropping out?" Kawashima Miki released her grip, blowing a playful breath onto his neck, "As the big wife, I don't want to leave a bad daughter-in-law impression in front of your mother."

"I really like Mrs. Miki." Fujiwara Reya turned to hug her tightly.

"How much do you like me?"

"I want to become Mrs. Miki's spider web, to be trampled under your feet for a lifetime."

"The spider web is spun by me."

"I want to be spun out by you..."

"Don't say disgusting things!"

"You're right, hmm, I'm so sleepy, let's sleep." Fujiwara Reya closed his eyes.

Kawashima Miki snuggled into his robe, coquettishly saying, "Hold Mrs. Miki to sleep." After Fujiwara Reya's arms wrapped around her, she finally fell asleep with a happy smile at the sense of satisfaction and serenity from being close to her young husband.

The sun rose as usual the next day.

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

Kawashima Miki was sleeping soundly in his arms.

He glanced at his wife, nose brushing against her hair, his hand sliding from her waist, appreciating the graceful curves. Kawashima Miki made a dissatisfied sound, turned her back, and offered him like a boiled shrimp.

After a while, with a huff and a puff of waking-up grumpiness, she kicked him onto the floor.

"Sleeping too much will turn you into a pig!" Fujiwara Reya teased with a laugh.

"Even if I turn into a pig, you'll still love me..." Kawashima Miki murmured in her sleep.

"Alright, alright, I'll go get you breakfast and try to feed you into a spid-pig." Fujiwara Reya stretched lazily, feeling refreshed, washed up in the room, then leisurely stepped out, heading for the buffet breakfast.

As he opened the door, Kasahara Fumi also stepped out from the room next door.

She wore an elegantly styled French white shirt, with beautiful frills at the collar and cuffs, and a high-waisted black long skirt. The world's best legs were jealously hidden within the skirt's folds.