The barbershop she frequently visited in her childhood, the beach where she walked her dog every day, the convenience store at the entrance of the elentary school, she always walked alone through these familiar places, falling into deep contemplation.
What exactly is wrong?
She, of course, wished to consider that place as her hotown.
Her feelings had not changed at all.
However, just that wasn’t enough; everything there, though old and cozy, the bricks on the street, the store signs along the way, and the rusty iron railings, were all spectators to her entire transformation from a spider into a human.
Kawashima Miki thought, that’s evidence.
The so-called transformation into a human was rely a direction propelled forward by external forces over a long period. As soon as she returned to Aichi Prefecture, those spectators would mock her, reminding her of the fact that she was a demon.
Yes.
It’s not their or their problem; it’s her problem. It’s that she always lived in the small town wrapped in a layer of skin.
Talking about these things, Kawashima Miki lay on the carpet, her body unprecedentedly soft, as if just like her heart, with no defenses at all at this mont.
Fujiwara Reya tried to interrupt but failed to do so.
Wearing a uniform, her hair exuding a wonderful fragrance, Kawashima Miki continued to speak her tiny mysterious words. The things she liked, the things she hated, matters on the street, matters in the world... the round hips wrapped in the narrow skirt appeared more perky and lively due to her posture.
"The happiest thing for in Tokyo is, of course, being able to indulgently buy beautiful clothes, bags, shoes, and many perfus, costics..."
As she said this, Kawashima Miki’s face always displayed a calm smile.
It was a kind of pure and primal happiness, not dazzling or noisy, just simply overflowing emotions, but it was the purest who touched people’s heartstrings.
Fujiwara Reya thought of her countless clothes in the dressing room and the hundreds of pairs of shoes in the shoe cabinet, practically biting her earlobe, saying in her ear: "Am I now have latched onto a wealthy woman?"
"Hmph!"
Kawashima Miki gave him a cold look and buried her face in the carpet again.
"Being pinned down by a little brat..." she mumbled, her tone indistinguishable as shy or angry, "It’s sothing I wouldn’t dare to think of. I still feel it’s a bit unreal now, like smoking on the far side of the moon."
"Can’t light a cigar on the moon."
"taphor!"
"Even a taphor should align with facts."
"Can’t be bothered with you."
Saying this, Kawashima Miki fell silent.
Fujiwara Reya turned off her, lifting her face from the carpet.
At this mont, the living room was shrouded in a film-like gentleness; the flickering candlelight and the sound of the burning wick spoke softly of the passage of ti.
Kawashima Miki kept her eyes closed, pretending to sleep.
The warm, sweet breath was exhaled from her small nose, touching Fujiwara Reya’s face. He didn’t wake her but rely wrapped an arm around her waist, lifting the other hand, his fingertips tapping on her tender pink cheeks like playing a piano, becoming happier as he saw her intent to sleep through it all.
"..."
So childish.
Kawashima Miki inwardly cursed him, her eyelids twitching slightly.
A half-second later, her eyes are tightly closed again, only the eyelashes lightly quivering like the leaves of a sensitive plant.
See how long you can keep it up... Fujiwara Reya poking at her cheeks, suddenly wedged a leg forcefully between her legs, preventing her from closing them.
"..."
Pervert!
Kawashima Miki suddenly felt a bit regretful.
Now, whether to open her eyes or continue pretending to sleep, she found herself in a dilemma.
Fujiwara Reya stayed silent for a mont, then, using that leg as a pivot, lifted her upper body.
"..."
What’s he doing?
Kawashima Miki was startled.
From Fujiwara Reya’s perspective, her eyelash trembling frequency beca faster, even her breathing beca erratic, losing its original rhythm.
But even with such big movents, she remained silent.
Gazing at this breathtakingly beautiful profile, Fujiwara Reya felt so pride. He never would’ve thought before that this Empress among spider demons, this unparalleled beauty, would stay quietly letting him play around.
"Missus," Fujiwara Reya bent down, whispering softly in her crystal-like ear: "You truly are beautiful, with a natural charm that tantalizes the heart. No wonder you are a legendary male assassin. At least, that’s how I’m faintly feeling now."
"Hints, inducents." Kawashima Miki murmured.
"Mm, it’s just a vague feeling, unable to be expressed accurately," said Fujiwara Reya, "Anyway, it won’t take long before I truly fall for you. I’m not soone who lacks desire; I can’t resist a hundred percent for too long. Does the missus understand what I’m saying?"
At this mont.
Kawashima Miki suddenly opened her eyes to look at him.
In those deep eyes emanated a seductive purple glow, frighteningly cold, like a giant spider locking onto prey caught in the web.
"Uh..."
Fujiwara Reya instinctively touched his cheek, finding nothing unusual.
Then, a slight smile ca onto Kawashima Miki’s lips.
Like the crescent moon suspended in the dawn sky, her smile was faint and cold. She licked her lower lip seductively, threatening him full of allure: "On that day, that’s when I’ll drain you dry."
Fujiwara Reya just liked her lively, confident manner full of mysterious confidence.
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