I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 110 - 82. Let’s go make a scene!

The rain grew heavier.

The oleander swayed violently under the beating of the raindrops, mixing with the sweet fragrance lingering on Kawashima Miki, permeating the slightly dim sky. A large black crow flew over, landing on the oleander, its eyes wide as it watched the young master who was once again shirking duty, like an audience enjoying a theatrical performance.

"Boom~"

Thunder sounded in the distance, perfectly filling the void brought by the silence.

Though the thunder was far, it was intense, and the sound grew closer. Fujiwara Reya glanced outside, just as a flash of lightning streaked across the courtyard, nearly striking the crow.

The rain also intensified at that moment.

The torrential rain turned the surroundings into a white blur, mud splattering up, the downpour unusually fierce. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

"Have you thought of how to say it?" Fujiwara Reya asked, holding Kawashima Miki’s waist, controlling her balance while preventing her escape, "Lovely wife, waiting too long will get us noticed."

Kawashima Miki remained silent for a long time.

She felt a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, her body seemed covered with an unseen film, pores unable to breathe.

A weight as heavy as a mountain pressed upon her body for no reason, making it difficult for her to straighten up. She slightly parted her lips, unable to utter a word, only capable of shallow breaths.

"There, there," Fujiwara Reya raised one hand, gently patting her back, coaxing her like a child, "Don’t over-exhaust yourself, lean against me and rest a bit."

Though it was just a few gentle pats, Kawashima Miki’s body began to sway as if ready to collapse.

Sweat seeped from her forehead, back, and thighs, her will to resist dwindling bit by bit. She wanted to laugh out loud, and simultaneously wanted to weep uncontrollably, but she could do neither. Bewildered between these emotions, she couldn’t shift her focus to either side, unable to clarify anything.

"There’s no need to be afraid, my dear." Fujiwara Reya comforted her.

At the same time, he pressed his hand firmly on Kawashima Miki’s back, pulling her down onto his chest.

In a daze, Kawashima Miki’s waist softened without her noticing. Her face leaned forward, nose relishing the scent of Fujiwara Reya, and finally, she rested her chin lightly on Fujiwara Reya’s shoulder.

In an instant, the heavy pressure vanished.

The euphoric sensation of regained freedom made Kawashima Miki’s entire body feel tingling and numb as she laid against Fujiwara Reya’s shoulder, closing her eyes and murmuring, "... It’s so amazing, what just happened..."

The crow on the oleander rolled its eyes.

This foolish woman is beyond saving. Based on Dark Crow’s understanding of the young master’s character, he would bet his honor—no, the honor of a Tengu—that this young widow’s future will inevitably be played with in the young master’s hands.

The torrential May rain fell straight down, creating a pleasing sound on the eaves.

Holding Kawashima Miki’s soft body, Fujiwara Reya gently caressed her cheek like petting an adorable pet, watching her blushing side face, feeling the warmth of her skin pressing softly, and involuntarily smirked, "My dear is adorable, like a little kitten."

Hearing his smug laughter, the fire in Kawashima Miki’s heart reignited.

She coldly maintained a stern face, glancing at Fujiwara Reya’s ear, "You forced me! I wouldn’t willingly let you hold me! Dream on, brat! What’s so funny? Let go of me if you’re a man!"

"Alright, alright, don’t throw a tantrum," Fujiwara Reya turned his head, burying his face in her dark hair, inhaling, "The question just now, you should be truthful with me."

"... I never said I’d be honest!" Kawashima Miki bit her lip in defiance, unwilling to speak.

Fujiwara Reya found it amusing, sniffing the fragrance in her hair, "Then let me guess, and if I’m right, give a nod, and if I’m wrong, shake your head, how about that?"

Kawashima Miki quietly lay on his shoulder, without saying a word.

The black mourning dress seemed custom-made to match the gloomy sky, allowing her to blend perfectly into this rain-drenched world.

"First of all," Fujiwara Reya organized his thoughts, "You and your deceased husband were in a fake marriage."

After saying this, he heard Kawashima Miki’s proud scoff in his ear, "...Even if it’s fake, it has nothing to do with you."

"How can it be unrelated to me?" Fujiwara Reya teased her with a chuckle, "Think about it, with marriage as the backdrop, being with you becomes an NTR storyline. And fake marriage, well, that’s a pure love storyline. This way, being with you satisfies my NTR hobby while allowing me to enjoy the happiness of pure love. How can it not be related to me?"

"..." Kawashima Miki’s eyes flickered with complicated emotions as she huffed in frustration, "... You’re a pervert on your own, don’t drag me into it!"

"Uh, why are you angry again?" Fujiwara Reya gently patted her back coaxingly, "Alright, alright, I’ll listen to you from now on, okay?"

"Humph!"

Kawashima Miki gave a cold snort, then closed her eyes, letting out a soft sound, and said nothing more.

When her breathing gradually evened out, no longer as agitated, she realized... that reaction just now was wrong, it felt as though she actually had something with him.

"Alright, onto the second point," Fujiwara Reya kept patting her back, and gently placed his mouth close to her ear, almost as if to kiss her earlobe, distracting her with this intimate gesture, "Your husband was a Bald Spider Demon, and I killed him."

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