At this mont, the sound of high heels clicking on the wooden floor was heard.
Crisp, loud, rhythmic, with a coldness, sounding like the footsteps of a Death God.
"Ugh~" Cold sweat poured down from Suzuki’s brow.
Fujiwara Reya looked at him sympathetically: "Change the resignation letter into a last letter."
"About the cetery..."
"I’ll help you."
"Thank you, little wizard!" Suzuki sprang up, stood at attention, turned around, and marched over to stand before Miss Fukaeri, saluted, and said: "Hello, Captain! I’m going to investigate now, wish you a pleasant al, Captain!"
After saying that, he marched with swinging arms towards the door.
That back, heavy like a mountain.
Perhaps feeling sympathy for him, or perhaps scared by Miss Fukaeri, Ito Priest scrambled towards the door without saying goodbye, disappearing from Fujiwara Reya’s sight like a thief avoiding the police.
Kawashima Miki slightly furrowed her brows, looking at Miss Fukaeri.
Her figure was indeed tall and slender, taller than most n by half a head, with dazzling orange long hair, wearing a black suit, a tight mini skirt, with perfect sexy legs extending from the narrow skirt hem.
Her sharp eyes exuded no hint of feminine weakness.
This was the beauty akin to Athena, no wonder the little ghost is so gentle with her... Kawashima Miki silently exclaid, her expression becoming seriously tense.
"Miss Kasahara, please sit."
Miss Fukaeri pressed down the skirt with both hands, knelt down properly.
Those clear, emotionless eyes scrutinized Kawashima Miki. The contours of this woman’s face were soft, and her brows and eyes were quite delicate, yet at a closer look, she was extrely alluring. Her skin was fair and delicate, with the slightly open collar revealing the snowy white skin, undeniably captivating. If she were the passionate and proactive type, bringing the lascivious thoughts from deep within to the surface, no man could possibly resist.
Thinking like this, Miss Fukaeri shifted her gaze back to Fujiwara Reya, her eyes, though not sharp, scanned his body without missing a spot. Her eyes squinted and widened, like a photographer adjusting the aperture of the lens.
"Uh, hello, Captain!" Fujiwara Reya greeted her.
Miss Fukaeri nodded slightly.
The waiter ca in with two single-person als and placed them on the table.
It was a delicate but small portion of Kaiseki cuisine, looking elegant and light.
"Please eat." Fujiwara Reya pushed a serving in front of her.
With the remaining serving intended for himself, Kawashima Miki suddenly snatched it away.
"I’m very upset about the Black Spider Group." Miss Fukaeri said while nonchalantly using pointed chopsticks to peel the fish at away from the bones, "I originally ca to investigate them and the forces behind them, but you cut off my clue all at once."
Kawashima Miki lowered her head to eat, but her ears quietly perked up.
"I understand your anger." Fujiwara Reya said sincerely.
Miss Fukaeri wordlessly waited for Fujiwara Reya to continue.
During this ti, she put the peeled fish at in her mouth and took the ti to chew slowly.
"But I had to do it, for my wife." Fujiwara Reya said.
Kawashima Miki’s hand shook, her face blushed slightly, and she quickly shook her head saying: "What has it to do with , don’t drag into your own matters!"
"I have told Miss Fukaeri, she is extrely important to ." Fujiwara Reya wrapped his arms around Kawashima Miki’s waist and pulled her close.
"Yeah~"
Kawashima Miki yelped, almost lying sideways in his arms.
Compared to Fujiwara Reya, her body seed petite and soft, ticulously maintained over the years, her muscles slender and resilient, altogether beautiful and sleek.
"Let go of ..."
"Don’t move, listen to at this mont."
"Humph!"
Kawashima Miki buried her face in his chest, blushing with embarrassnt, unable to face anyone.
"I need to absorb wish power, and the bigger the Asakusa Shrine can get, the better," Fujiwara Reya kneaded her soft earlobe, but his eyes were fixed on Miss Fukaeri, "After sumr vacation, there will be a second branch, and more in the future. But I’m also a student, and I have to serve under you, so I can’t manage so many things. So for the shrine, I need soone completely trustworthy to help manage it."
"Can she be trusted?" Miss Fukaeri frowned, looking at Kawashima Miki.
Kawashima Miki raised an eyebrow, turned her face defiantly, and gave a sharp look: "Why can’t I be trusted?"
"You’re not a good person." Miss Fukaeri replied in a tone like a pawnshop owner assessing the quality of a watch.
"I..."
Kawashima Miki opened her mouth but couldn’t retort.
Feeling sowhat wronged and indignant, she bit her lower lip, planning to use her seductive charm to take on this unsmiling female officer.
"Be quiet." Fujiwara Reya pinched her cheek.
Kawashima Miki disgruntledly "hmm"ed, nestled in his arms, picked up chopsticks, and furiously stuffed food into her mouth. Looking at her fully puffed cheeks, it seed she intended to turn grief into appetite, or perhaps imagined the food as Miss Fukaeri.
Fujiwara Reya poked her plump cheek and teased: "Soon you’ll beco a chubby ball!"
"!"
Kawashima Miki’s eyelid twitched twice, her eyes reluctantly gazed at the food on the table, her head rested back on his chest, not eating anymore.
Miss Fukaeri watched them, quietly sipping a sip of ice-cold beer.
"Other than the matters of the shrine, there will be many things in the future that I need her help managing." Fujiwara Reya held Kawashima Miki’s soft body, spoke frankly, "In Nagano Prefecture, and the Shikoku White Peak, I have a large group of followers. But there is Izunaga Saburo Great Heavenly Dog in Nagano Prefecture, and in Shikoku, there’s Boqi Fang Great Heavenly Dog guarding in my stead. These two great demons have a very ambiguous attitude towards , I have to guard against it. Miss Miki has the ability and the skills, and I’ll need her to secure logistics for my two bases there."
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