I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 47 - 41. Night Parade of One Hundred Demons

The small foot wrapped in white stockings was the first to appear, and a smile appeared in Fujiwara Reya’s eyes.

The petite and exquisite feet were as enticing as two ice creams; the subsequent calf curve was graceful and smooth, akin to a meticulously carved piece of art; then followed by the supple, smooth thighs, with a sliver of skin peeking out from the edge of the stockings, so pale it was almost translucent.

In the blink of an eye, a female Shikigami wrapped in frost and snow appeared in everyone’s view.

Sleek silver hair, ice-blue eyes, and a blue-and-white dress trailing along, with skin as transparent as snowflakes.

"It’s a Snow Woman..."

Kasahara Asuka whispered in awe.

On the rare and precious Shikigami ranking in Shintoism, the Snow Woman consistently ranked near the top, highly popular.

This was a very contradictory yokai.

On one hand, it represented the pure white snow untouched by dust; on the other, it was ruthless and unfeeling in slaughter.

In appearance, they had pure snow-white skin and stunning beauty, immaculate and flawless; from a character perspective, they were inherently cold, liking to lure men into the depths of snowy mountains, freezing their bodies and consuming their souls, very dangerous.

Because of their beautiful appearance and aloof personality, many priests and shrine maidens regarded taming a Snow Woman as a symbol of strength.

The first thing the Snow Woman did upon appearing was gently place her petite, white hand on Fujiwara Reya’s shoulders.

With lips touched with snowflakes, she slightly parted them, revealing neat, luminous white teeth inside.

"Ah~"

Requesting a treat.

"Be good, Snow Princess," Fujiwara Reya ruffled her chilly white hair and pointed at the black gravel on the ground, "first clean up this mess."

The Snow Woman looked down at it.

Eager to eat as soon as possible, she casually waved her hand, causing the temperature to drop abruptly to freezing point.

White frost rapidly formed, spreading from her feet across the floor.

The black gravel, upon contact with the frost, became icy debris and quickly shattered into black-gray ice fragments, melting into a puddle of black liquid and slowly evaporating into the air.

Fujiwara Reya nodded quietly to himself.

All those treats hadn’t gone to waste; she was indeed helpful. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

After completing her task, the Snow Woman’s expressionless face once again turned to Fujiwara Reya, "Ah~"

"Uh, just a bit longer." Fujiwara Reya patted her gracefully curved back, "There are too many people here; I’ll feed you once we get home."

The Snow Woman nodded slightly, then obediently rested her forehead on his shoulder.

"Your Shikigami is really beautiful, Senpai," Kasahara Asuka said from behind, "but... it feels like you’re mistreating her, not feeding her enough."

Fujiwara Reya hadn’t yet had the chance to respond.

The Snow Woman became alert first, lifting her gaze toward the back.

With her beautiful ice-blue eyes, she firmly watched Kasahara Asuka, her mournful gaze seemed to convey something, evoking sympathy.

*Was it just an illusion...*

*Kasahara Asuka felt like the Snow Woman was looking at her with the resentful eyes one would give to a mistress.*

*Something’s wrong...*

*How could the inherently cold Snow Woman act like this?*

Kasahara Asuka skeptically eyed Fujiwara Reya, wondering if Senpai had done something to the Snow Woman.

The Snow Woman was indeed a yokai without emotion, but there were rumors that she wasn’t devoid of emotion, just unaware of what emotions were.

If one could touch the heart of a Snow Woman, she would become the most loyal partner, staying by her other half’s side unto death.

*The question remains...*

*How did Senpai train the Snow Woman?*

Kasahara Asuka trotted up, habitually tugging at Fujiwara Reya’s sleeve, speaking in a coquettish voice, "Where did you get your Shikigami, Senpai?"

Fujiwara Reya replied seriously, "I drew it in a game."

"Hmph!"

"Senpai is lying!"

Kasahara Asuka pouted in displeasure, grabbing his sleeve with both hands and shaking it vigorously, chattering away like a spoiled child.

"Just tell Asuka..."

"Pretty please, Asuka doesn’t even have a Shikigami yet, so curious..."

"If nothing else works, Asuka can even dress up like a Snow Woman and play role-play with Senpai..."

"Why would I role-play with you when I have a real Snow Woman?" Fujiwara Reya tilted his head slightly, looking at her expression as if to say, "Are you crazy?"

Kasahara Asuka was momentarily speechless.

The Snow Woman mimicked her master, tilting her head, opening her small mouth toward Kasahara Asuka’s face, "Ah, hoo—"

A cool breeze comes your way.

"Senpai, she’s challenging me!" Kasahara Asuka exclaimed, her delicate little face filled with frustration.

"Sorry, my Snow Woman is still a baby, she’s a bit mischievous." Fujiwara Reya chuckled and then turned to stroke the Snow Woman’s icy hair again, "That’s rude; don’t do it again, okay?"

The Snow Woman pouted, turning her head directly to the side.

*She seemed a bit displeased...*

"She’s not listening to Senpai!" Kasahara Asuka immediately tattled.

"You two need to calm down," Fujiwara Reya stood in the middle, tapping their foreheads respectively with each hand, "Tonight’s task isn’t finished yet, get it together."

It was already midnight.

The atmosphere was growing increasingly rich with yin energy, a heavy sensation filled the air, conveying a dangerous and unsettling aura.

Ito Tatsushi, who had been sitting on the ground, finally recovered and stood up slowly, saying gravely, "There’s something strange here, should we retreat first?"

"You go out first." Fujiwara Reya gazed down the pitch-black corridor ahead.

In that dark, extended space, constant rustling noises emerged, as if something was crawling toward them.

Ito Tatsushi couldn’t help but feel a chill.

With the sound similar to rats crawling through sewers growing louder, his unease intensified, and he contemplated slipping out to report back quickly.

Yet, at this moment, an unexpected change occurred!

He lowered his head, looked down at his own feet.

His feet were obscured, but between his legs, he unexpectedly found a pale female face.

Damn!

The next second, Ito Tatsushi, horrified, saw the face open into a gaping maw, with a blood-red tongue whipping toward him.

"Ah—"

"Master Fujiwara, save me—"

A piercing scream rang out, prompting Fujiwara Reya to turn back and look.

Immediately.

He saw a little ghost, presumably a sex worker in life, based on memory resuming old habits on Master Ito.

"What happened?" Kasahara Asuka also turned back.

"Children shouldn’t watch this!"

Fujiwara Reya swiftly covered her eyes.

Though obscured by his pants, he still hoped young girls like her saw less of such scenes. She was already quite cheeky, and if she learned certain techniques, he feared he could hardly keep himself composed.

The Snow Woman also turned her head at that moment.

Fujiwara Reya had to spare another hand to cover her eyes.

"Master Fujiwara—" Ito Tatsushi was stricken with fear.

He wasn’t scared of the little ghost.

But now as he was entangled, he feared for his lower body’s happiness, or lack thereof, from now on.

"Senpai, let me go!" Kasahara Asuka pulled at Fujiwara Reya’s arm with both hands, causing him to forcefully hold her tighter in his arms.

The warmth and softness were snug in his embrace, but he had no time to enjoy it.

In the dark, profound hallway, a shrill scream echoed, followed by the sound of panicked escape and messy footsteps.

"Little wizard, save me—"

It was Inspector Suzuki’s voice, and he was fleeing with his head covered.

Behind him, cadaverous gray figures lumbered after him, baring their claws and fangs.

Countless ghosts floated out of various rooms, converging into the newly arrived party, throwing the entire building into chaos.

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