I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 601 - 204. Son-in-law beats mother-in-law… right?_5

Chapter 601: 204. Son-in-law beats mother-in-law... right?_5

Yukino Ritsuko and a few others followed closely behind, causing a commotion on the deck.

"Don’t worry, he’s just exhausted..." Amaterasu comforted, "This battle has greatly benefited him. Before long, your husband will be the Demon Venerable..."

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The lights were dim, and the candle shadows flickered.

When Fujiwara Reya woke up, he looked at his hands, and the wounds had already healed.

He shifted his gaze and immediately saw Kawashima Miki dozing off at the bedside.

Perhaps she was worried sick earlier, as she seemed to be having a nightmare.

Her elegant brows furrowed and relaxed intermittently, and her body would occasionally jolt violently. Her voluptuous figure seemed about to slip to the ground, and Fujiwara Reya quickly reached out to pull her into his arms.

"Hmm..."

Kawashima Miki frowned.

Her small hand was ice-cold.

When Fujiwara Reya held it, it felt as if he were holding a block of ice.

In her sleep, Kawashima Miki seemed to sense something, and she grasped back, intertwining their hands. Gradually, her slightly furrowed brows relaxed, her sleeping face becoming peaceful, though her hand remained tightly clenched, unwilling to let go.

In the dim room, only one candle burned.

The candlelight was faint, casting a slight yellow hue on the walls.

Fujiwara Reya glanced out the window; it was still pitch-black outside, the stars dimmed.

He glanced at his watch. It was past four in the morning.

Feeling he could sleep a little longer, he held Kawashima Miki’s soft body, never feeling so comfortable before.

A faint sound of someone opening the door reached his ears.

He turned his head to see Yukino Ritsuko walking in.

She was also wearing that set of blue and white gradient outfits, with white collar edges embroidered with elegant floral patterns, a belt cinched at the waist, accentuating her figure. The room’s dim candlelight made her appear like a half-bloomed snow lotus, graceful and pure, a perfect blend of sanctity and allure.

"Riho," Fujiwara Reya called out.

"Ah, you’re finally awake..."

Yukino Ritsuko immediately ran over, her eyes filled with all the world’s tenderness.

Her figure may not be as exaggerated as Mrs. Miki’s or Chairman Kasahara’s, but she was delicate and graceful, and her skin was the best, fine and smooth like porcelain. Those petite ears were especially adorable.

"I woke up just now." Fujiwara Reya replied with a smile.

Yukino Ritsuko came to the bedside, took off her shoes, and snuggled up to him.

"Hmm?"

Kawashima Miki’s slumber was disturbed, and she slowly woke up.

Her dress was half undone now, her fair, voluptuous thigh resting on Fujiwara Reya’s leg.

Her ink-black hair cascaded over her shoulders down to her chest, her sleepy face exuding an extreme laziness and charm.

Seeing Fujiwara Reya smiling at her, Kawashima Miki instinctively gave a dissatisfied hum.

Fujiwara Reya reached out, wrapping an arm around her waist, resting his head against her neck, his nose lightly brushing against her soft hair: "Did Mrs. Miki cry?"

In an instant, countless emotions flickered across Kawashima Miki’s pretty face. She closed her eyes a little again, her lashes trembling, mind tangled. Finally, she gave a cold snort, displeased: "As soon as you’re healed, you start getting handsy like those rich boys, why are you so bad?"

Fujiwara Reya hugged her, grinning playfully: "With a wife like you, who could stay serious?"

"Divorce tomorrow!" Kawashima Miki said with feigned hatred.

"Alright, I was wrong..." Fujiwara Reya said softly, "Don’t worry, don’t worry, I’m fine."

"Go away!" Kawashima Miki lightly pushed him away.

Yukino Ritsuko laughed gently.

Watching the two bicker was one of the things that made her happiest.

"I’m really fine, if you don’t believe me, see this..." Fujiwara Reya flicked his fingers, and a golden Demon Fire danced on his fingertips.

At the unprecedentedly powerful demonic power, Kawashima Miki’s eyes reddened, her voice hoarse: "Power gained from injury is better left unwanted..."

Fujiwara Reya immediately retracted the demonic power, giving her a kiss on the brow: "Mrs. Miki is really cute."

Kawashima Miki’s cheeks flushed lightly, scolding softly: "I told you not to talk, did you hear me?"

Fujiwara Reya stopped speaking, just quietly watching her.

His clothes were already tattered beyond recognition, yet his smile remained bright and reassuring, never taking his eyes off Kawashima Miki.

She was still in that purple dress, her tender feet bare, the dress slightly disheveled, not even covering her rounded shoulders.

Fujiwara Reya thought this side of Mrs. Miki was truly beautiful, growing more beautiful the more he looked. It wasn’t just her appearance; every aspect seemed perfect. Her demeanor now was entirely different from when they first met; the discouragement and negativity in her brows had long dissipated, now like a winter willow sprouting fresh buds, always radiant.

"...What am I so strange about?" Kawashima Miki felt uncomfortable under his gaze, not even having time to get angry.

Fujiwara Reya nodded quickly: "Mrs. Miki is very beautiful."

"Then..." Kawashima Miki paused, suddenly pointing at Yukino Ritsuko, "Who is more beautiful, Mrs. Miki or Mrs. Riho?"

"..."

"Hmm?"

Kawashima Miki looked persistent.

Yukino Ritsuko smiled lightly, quietly pinching Fujiwara Reya’s thigh, signaling him to go along with Kawashima Miki’s insistence.

Fujiwara Reya got the message and immediately responded: "Of course, Mrs. Miki is the most beautiful!"

"Hmph!"

Kawashima Miki replied coldly.

Her attitude was impatient, but a wisp of a smile tugged at her lips, like a breeze swirling around.

The couple just silently gazed at each other, one pair of eyes calm as ink, the other as clear as water, their reflections in each other’s eyes clear yet blurred.

After a while, Fujiwara Reya smiled and asked: "Aren’t I also very handsome?"

"Not at all!" Kawashima Miki pouted.

Moments later, her eyes reddened again, tears pattering on the purple hemline, shattering into sparkling petals.

"Why are you crying again?" Fujiwara Reya cupped her cheeks.

Kawashima Miki grabbed his wrist, leaning forward to hug him tightly.

"Ugh... you worried everyone to death," her head pressed firmly against Fujiwara Reya’s shoulder, never wanting to let go, "In all the time I’ve known you, it’s the first time I’ve seen you get hurt... Ugh, aren’t you supposed to be very strong, why did you make me worry..."

"There, there, don’t cry..."

Fujiwara Reya patted her back, softly murmuring her name.

At this moment, Mrs. Miki was not mature or composed at all, lacking the Empress’s demeanor, just a girl frightened and overwhelmed.

"By the way, Mrs. Miki, do you want to know how much energy I have now?"

Kawashima Miki’s thoughts were still scattered but unconsciously responded quietly: "Sure."

At this moment, her complexion looked much better, warm like a red jade.

Fujiwara Reya suddenly lowered his head, capturing her lips in a kiss.

"Mmm... what is this..." Kawashima Miki’s body instinctively protested, her hands symbolically struggling twice before ceasing resistance. As her body gradually softened, her watery gaze was fixed on the boyish, delicate face.