I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 150 - 95. What is it like to have two Luo Xinfus? Fujiwara: Thanks for the invite, double the pleasure...

Chapter 150: 95. What is it like to have two Luo Xinfus? Fujiwara: Thanks for the invite, double the pleasure...

"Mm... Let go..."

Kawashima Miki’s small face swayed left and right a couple of times, her trembling voice carrying a hint of pleading. Sweat dripped onto her lips as she furrowed her brows in apparent discomfort. Despite her efforts to endure, her lazy, sweet voice unintentionally slipped out one or two sound bits.

Kneeling with her upper body upright, after a while, her knees truly ached.

Forced by circumstance, Kawashima Miki could only lift her hips as much as possible, allowing the blood circulation in her pinned legs to run more smoothly.

Behind her, Fujiwara Reya, looking at the blush on her nape, reluctantly let go of her waist, allowing her to free her legs pinned beneath her. Then, he turned and poked the edge of her thigh above the garter belt, finding it soft and pliable.

"Don’t do this next time!"

Kawashima Miki used one hand to rub her sore and numb knee, while unobtrusively wiping the saliva from the corner of her mouth with the other. Her previously rapid breaths had steadied, and the blush on her face seemed to be receding.

"Did it hurt?" Fujiwara Reya pulled her legs into his lap.

"Come on, stop that..." Kawashima Miki tensed up, her face turning red as she shouted, "My legs are numb... Seriously, I’m not a little girl anymore, I can’t handle this kind of roughhousing..."

"You’re more flexible than most young girls, Madam." Saying this, Fujiwara Reya pinched her thigh a few more times.

"...Ah～!" Kawashima Miki frowned, rubbing her lips with her left hand, "I really... My legs are sore, they were just numb from being pressed... Let me down first..."

Fujiwara Reya wanted to keep teasing her, but considering the Shikigami ceremony was about to start, it was better not to truly upset her.

With her legs finally free, Kawashima Miki took a deep breath and looked at him with some resentment. "I’m really silly, I am. Back then, I thought you were just a well-behaved high schooler, easy to manipulate. But then I turned around and realized you were such a bastard, a rogue, and a real pervert..."

"It’s too late now!"

Fujiwara Reya handed her a glass of wine.

"Don’t think you can get me drunk to do bad things!" Kawashima Miki warned him, sipping the wine in small amounts to ease her dry throat. Outside, it poured rain, while in the living room, the candlelight shone softly on her profile, highlighting her stunning and bewitching beauty.

"I’m feeling a bit tipsy..."

She gazed out the window as if speaking to the rain.

"Even better," Fujiwara Reya said.

Kawashima Miki, visibly less tolerant of alcohol, blushed from her cheeks to her chest, her eyes dazed with intoxication.

"Why?"

"Because you look even more captivating."

Kawashima Miki showed an expression of playful annoyance. Fujiwara Reya pulled her into his arms, savoring the moment brightened by the stimulating scent of roses, her soft skin, and her warm breaths. He cradled her soft body and placed her before the altar.

The candle flames flickered in the air, emitting a faint hissing sound.

Kawashima Miki took a deep breath.

Her eyes were tinged with red as she straightened her back and thrust out her chest.

"Fujiwara..."

Her tone was serious, which prompted Fujiwara Reya to get serious as well.

"...Once I become a Shikigami, you can’t force me." Kawashima Miki’s face tensed again.

"Absolutely," Fujiwara Reya reassured her once more.

"Promise to let me be a shrine maiden."

"Absolutely."

"Give me that silly spider."

"?"

Noticing his reluctant expression, Kawashima Miki furrowed her brows and asked harshly, "Not willing?"

"It’s not that I’m unwilling..." Fujiwara Reya searched for the right words, "It’s just that the Shikigami’s power growth is extremely dependent on me, and if I give it to you..."

"I think you just want to take advantage of her!" Kawashima Miki’s expression turned cold as she crossed her arms and looked away. "Forget it if you won’t give it. I’m tired today, going to sleep."

"...Don’t throw a tantrum."

"I’m not throwing a tantrum!"

"Aren’t you doing exactly that..."

"Hmph!"

Kawashima Miki coldly interrupted him, bending down to pick up a wine glass with her fingers, sipping the wine inside. Holding the glass high, she half-squinted her eyes, staring at him through the glass as if considering whether to smash the glass on him directly.

"How about this? Normally, I’ll let her follow you..." Fujiwara Reya negotiated with her, "But when I need to use her, I’ll take her along. How does that sound?"

Kawashima Miki hesitated with a frown for a moment, then agreed with a nod.

However, as she looked up and saw Fujiwara Reya’s somewhat reluctant expression, an idea suddenly crossed her mind.

*As the Young Lady... Well, as the future Young Lady, Kawashima Miki thought, making the Young Master unhappy naturally requires compensating him a bit. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be good for him to hold grudges.*

Thinking this way, a dazed Kawashima Miki raised her hand and pointed to the wine bottle beside her: "Pour me some wine."

"On it," Fujiwara Reya said, picking up her glass.

At this moment, Kawashima Miki suddenly tilted over, falling into his arms without any warning, bringing all her weight onto him.

"Careful," Fujiwara Reya said as he slowly poured the wine into the glass.

Kawashima Miki didn’t take the glass but lightly bit her sensual lips, reaching her neck toward the glass’s rim and lightly licking the wine inside, much like a kitten drinking water. The image was as enticing as one could imagine.

Soon, the wine in the glass decreased significantly.

It was only then that Kawashima Miki lifted her blushing face, a mix of wine and saliva dripping from the slightly upturned corner of her lips.

"Let me help you wipe it," Fujiwara Reya said as he reached out with his hand. But Kawashima Miki turned her head and rubbed the corner of her lips on his shoulder, then slowly opened her arms: "My tolerance for wine is really poor. Drinking just this bit makes me dizzy. Brother Fujiwara, hug me and give me a head massage..."

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