I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 647 - 209. The queen is going to be a mom... _10

Looking at her stunningly beautiful face, Fujiwara Reya leaned down and kissed her fiercely.

"I’m going to sleep..." Tamamo Mae licked her lips and threw a seductive glance at him. Then she curled her body gently as if protecting her belly and rested her cheek against Fujiwara Reya’s chest, enveloped in a warm and tender web.

In the dream, the queen saw her belly swell particularly large, seemingly near term. She could hear the little one’s heartbeat and feel it kicking her belly. Her heartbeat and the little one’s combined into a joyful, sacred rhythm.

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When they woke up the next day, it was already noon.

Tamamo Mae was still lying on his chest.

She lay there quietly, her ears occasionally twitching slightly in her sleep, and her mouth seemed to sketch a faint smile, truly an enchanting and lazy fox.

Fujiwara Reya pulled the quilt over her smooth back.

Then his hand slipped under the quilt, slowly exploring her perfect, flawless body.

Tamamo Mae’s ears twitched several times.

Fujiwara Reya gazed at her face, serene and beautiful.

"Queen," he called softly.

"Move again, and I’ll kill you!" Tamamo Mae’s voice was full of morning grumpiness.

"...Always threatening to kill, what a tyrant!" Fujiwara Reya applied a little pressure.

Tamamo Mae felt the warmth from their bodies pressing together and opened her eyes helplessly: "If I’m a tyrant, you’re the number one treacherous minister!"

"Oh, a tyrant and a treacherous minister, truly a match made in heaven!" Fujiwara Reya embraced her warm and abundant body, intoxicated by the warm fragrance she exuded, "Did the child make a fuss last night?"

Tamamo Mae propped herself up a bit.

Her nightgown slipped off, revealing her snow-white shoulder. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Her charming and enchanting eyes quietly stared at Fujiwara Reya: "If there were no child, would you not love me anymore?"

At this moment, her demeanor and words were indistinguishable from Kuri.

Or rather, after passing through the initial adjustment phase, Kuri is now the queen, and the queen is Kuri.

"Uh, of course not." Fujiwara Reya laughed, "If you were always like you were at the beginning, I certainly wouldn’t love you. But once you started to understand gentleness and stand in my position to do things, what reason would I have not to love you? We’ve come this far, don’t think of saying something like, ’I don’t need you at all,’ you are my... This is not a threat, I really mean it. The queen is mine, and only mine!"

"You are mine!" Tamamo Mae sneered coldly, "Despicable creature, please recognize your place!"

"The despicable creature is now going to kiss the queen’s noble red lips!" Fujiwara Reya held her down and kissed her fiercely.

Tamamo Mae let out a couple of muffled sounds, her entire body falling into his embrace, her flaming red hair, vibrant as azaleas, cascading down the edge of the bed.

It was only in the afternoon, after Fujiwara Reya urged her, that she ate a little, changed into a newly purchased yukata, and put on a bit of makeup in front of the dressing table.

The queen’s appearance was already unmatched, and with just a little touch-up, she became alluring.

Sitting in front of the mirror, her long red hair draped down to the floor, Tamamo Mae appeared calm and serene as she penciled her eyebrows. She felt she was more beautiful than before, wondering if it was due to her pregnancy... She felt a unique, gentle charm of a mature woman.

After leaving the house, Fujiwara Reya took her by taxi to Koyasan.

The sun had tilted to the west, the road in front of Koyasan had been closed to vehicles, police maintaining order held signs indicating [Please Cooperate with One-Way Traffic].

The crowd walked in the middle of the street.

There were people in suits carrying briefcases, uncles carrying uchiwa fans, tourists in traveling groups, and young couples strolling in yukatas.

The setting sun cast over the road, stalls were packed tightly, some already lighting up bulbs.

Tamamo Mae had never seen such a lively scene, unable to distinguish the source of the roasted fragrance, she took a deep breath, and the vivid breath of life instantly intoxicated her.

"Let’s get off and walk," Fujiwara Reya said.

"Ah~~"

Tamamo Mae let out a long yawn, stretched languidly, her posture lazy and alluring.

The car slowly pulled to the side.

In the night of Koyasan, lanterns hung densely on both sides of the road.

Under the lanterns, the narrow and bustling street filled with stalls, and as the car door opened, a handsome and delicate young man stepped out first, turning to make a gesture of support into the car.

A tall, exquisitely noble woman appeared on the street.

In an instant, all passersby, tourists, vendors involuntarily fixed their gaze on her. She had a rare flame-red long hair tied with a hairpin, exposing her fair neck.

A regal red yukata embroidered with flowers and goldfish, a black sash around her waist, her bosom full and enticing.

The noise of the world seemed to freeze at this moment; she seemed to be the only living being here.

"Let’s go." Fujiwara Reya linked arms with her.

The queen let out a cold, impatient hum.

Her expression appeared disdainful, yet her intimate, natural movement of leaning into the young man’s embrace was undeniable. For a moment, countless sounds of something shattering resonated on this bustling festival street, marking the hearts of many men and women breaking.

Amidst the crowd, they walked towards Koyasan.

The stalls on both sides of the street seemed endless, stretching infinitely forward. Overhead, the hazy orange light mingled, revealing the white light of the office buildings above, the clear summer sky gradually dimming.

Tamamo Mae curiously eyed each stall.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of a flute amid the copper pipes, causing her to stop and look around. Across the street, several people were practicing taiko drums and copper bells, letting the sweat from the heat trickle down their temples.

"What are you looking at them for?"

"Why do I need to report what I look at to you?"

"Let’s enjoy shopping, okay."

"This is my reward to you!"

The queen walked proudly with him hand in hand through the summer festival.

The wooden sandals clicked crisply on the stone path, sounding very pleasant.