Kawashima Miki’s head slightly tilted to one side, her waist also shifting a bit to the left.
It seed she was avoiding sothing, but her actual position remained unchanged, with her brows tightly furrowed as if she was about to cry.
Fujiwara Reya gave her a light kiss on the cheek, his lips sliding towards hers, but halfway there he suddenly called out: "Madam, do you hear ?"
"Ah..."
With her mind nearly overwheld, Kawashima Miki instinctively responded.
The next second, she suddenly opened her eyes, eting Fujiwara Reya’s smug gaze. That expression was clearly mocking her for pretending to be asleep! Before she could scold him in angry embarrassnt, Fujiwara Reya captured her enticing lips in a kiss.
"Mmm...mm..."
Kawashima Miki continuously protested.
But it was useless. Before Fujiwara Reya could understand her intentions, she herself was the first to succumb. She held him tightly, lifting her waist and slightly raising her neck, using every part of herself to respond to his kiss.
This was exactly what she had been hoping for.
See, just like an ordinary human woman, properly falling in love, dating, dining together, naturally being with only the man she likes, keeping an intimate bond only with him, fully accepting everything about him. Even thinking about these things made her genuinely happy from the bottom of her heart.
Finally, when they nearly ran out of breath, Fujiwara Reya released her.
Gently stroking her burning cheek, he tenderly said, "Miss Miki."
"Ah..."
Kawashima Miki answered in response.
Between breaths, she hastily gave such a reply, which was indeed lovable.
Fujiwara Reya hugged her silk-like smooth skin, his lips moving across her neck: "Adorable and charming Miss Miki."
"..." Kawashima Miki’s expression seed shy to the brink of tears, yet hidden deep in her eyes was a layer of sweetness. One mont she mumbled, "I hate it," the next she cried out, "No way," trying to push Fujiwara Reya away, but was held tightly by him the entire ti.
Forget it.
Let him be...
Kawashima Miki thought sowhat self-defeatedly.
Thankfully, she had a vibrant body, her figure remained unchanged, her chest, hips, and legs full of elasticity, maintaining natural beauty through controlled eating and long-term exercise.
She was full of confidence in herself.
The little demon was bound to be obsessed with her.
Ti moved past noon, the sky dimd a little.
Fujiwara Reya sat up from the sofa, glanced at the ti, adjusted his collar, and said, "I’m going to Chairman Hoshimi’s house, do you want to co along?"
"Who cares!" Kawashima Miki muttered.
Her face, already flushed red, was now filled with stubbornness, so adorable that one might want to pinch her cheeks hard.
"Today happens to be the monthly eting at the Onmyo-ryo, I heard the director of the Scheduling Departnt is going to report so issues." Fujiwara Reya rolled off, patting her vibrant backside, "I was planning to go later, but it seems like it’s going to rain, so it’s better to head there earlier."
"You just want to see your senior!" Kawashima Miki’s face stiffened.
"Don’t always be so jealous."
Kawashima Miki, with a dark face, said, "I’m not jealous at all."
With that, she aid at Fujiwara Reya’s thigh and gave it a good kick: "Go, go, hurry up and leave, stop annoying here. I can have a quiet nap by myself, and I’m looking forward to it!"
"Bye-bye~"
Fujiwara Reya waved his hand.
Having gotten used to Kawashima Miki’s duplicity, he found her antics utterly delightful, fastidious in fixing his clothing as he leisurely walked towards the door.
Left alone on the sofa, Kawashima Miki looked up at the sky outside the window, wondering why it hadn’t started raining yet—the weather forecast said it would rain in the afternoon!
Damn it!
Aren’t the teorologists just slacking off!
"Clack~"
The heavy security door opened, then promptly closed again.
The footsteps faded, and the entire ninth floor instantly fell silent, the vast hall as desolate as a ruin.
"Ugh, why am I so unlucky..." Kawashima Miki lanted, sprawled on the sofa, not wanting to move at all, looking at the gloomy but rainless sky, her eyes revealing the deep-set grievance of a lonely married woman.
"Boom!"
A flash of lightning briefly sliced through the sky.
Kawashima Miki’s eyes instantly widened, a spark of longing in her pupils.
In just a few seconds, the sky over Tokyo was filled with dense clouds, a torrential downpour instantly pouring forth, water pounding the entire glass wall, making a pattering sound.
"Yay!"
Kawashima Miki happily jumped on the spot.
The sound of the door opening ca from the entrance, along with familiar footsteps, and she imdiately concealed her joy, lying back on the sofa pretending to be asleep.
"What bad luck, just as I reached the doorstep, it started pouring." Fujiwara Reya complained as he walked over. On the sofa, Kawashima Miki still lay on her side with her back to the hall. Her strap was already slipped down to her arm, and the hem of her short skirt was flipped up, exposing skin up to the thigh’s root.
This defenseless posture made her even more alluring, and Fujiwara Reya approached the sofa, hugging her from behind.
"Not going to see your senior anymore?" Kawashima Miki’s voice was indifferent, yet her back voluntarily leaned into his embrace.
"It’s raining, I don’t want to get wet." Fujiwara Reya took hold of her soft little hand, kneading it continuously.
"Oh~"
Kawashima Miki responded nonchalantly.
Fujiwara Reya turned her over, holding her from the front by the waist: "Tell about what’s been happening with you lately, madam."
"Nothing major, but more people have been hitting on recently..." Kawashima Miki said grumpily, "Last night in the lobby, so college kid who looked like a playboy ca over to talk to , and I couldn’t be bothered so I ignored him. There was also a middle-aged man with thinning hair, claiming to be so bigshot, but I coolly rejected him saying ’I have a husband’. Seeing the reluctance on his face was so satisfying."
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