"Take off my clothes," the Fox Girl whispered in his ear, "I can make you feel so good."
The intimate and alluring voice echoed in his ear.
Awakening, inspiring, tempting... Finally, Fujiwara Reya reached out for the hem of the Fox Girl’s clothes. After tearing off the clothes, under the glow of the moonlight like fireflies, the skin of the Fox Girl was as fair as snow, soft to the touch like spring mud.
It was the first ti Fujiwara Reya thought the hallucinated Fox Girl was quite nice.
It wasn’t because her body was beautiful and sexy, but because she had a fresh kind of beauty. Saying this because of her natural charm, sothing innate, that no amount of training could teach. It’s said that the fox demon is a naturally seductive race, and this is indeed true; even Miss Miki can only achieve this in the form of Luo Xinfu.
His hand caressed the Fox Girl’s body, and she closed her eyes, her lips uttering sounds that stirred the imagination. That seductive elasticity, that gentle whisper, like the flower that blooms upon crushed flesh, it gave a feeling of seduction twisted to distortion, a sweet mont hard to forget.
However, the pungent sll was still sowhat strong.
Fujiwara Reya thought it wasn’t the Fox Girl’s scent, but rather the toxin of the black lily lingering in his body acting up.
He retained his clarity while accepting the temptation.
Therefore... his desire for Miss Miki grew even stronger... Only, Miss Miki wasn’t by his side; Kasahara Fumi was, but Sister Fukaeri wouldn’t help him extinguish the fire. As an image, as a dium, Sister Fukaeri could only make his fire burn more fiercely; it would be better to endure it and go ho to find Asuka...
Amidst these chaotic thoughts, he suddenly heard Mrs. Tanemura’s voice in his ear.
"Lord Shizuka."
Shizuka?
This na sounds familiar.
Ti to wake up... In a daze, Fujiwara Reya looked towards Kasahara Fumi.
In this hallucination, this Sister Fukaeri wasn’t crafted by the goodwill of Mrs. Tanemura wanting him to share a bed, but rather was of his own creation.
He was very sensitive to slls.
In reality, Kasahara Fumi was right beside him, exuding the scent of washed maple leaves from her body. Though faint, it was enough for him to distinguish between illusion and reality.
"Sister, save !"
In the hallucination, Fujiwara Reya pushed the Fox Girl away, reaching across for Kasahara Fumi.
Embracing the notion that a little recklessness in a fantasy was harmless, Fujiwara Reya hugged Kasahara Fumi, lightly kissed her on the cheek.
Outside the hallucination, Kasahara Fumi’s body suddenly softened, leaning over, and was imdiately embraced, naturally sensing the kiss on her face.
The weight of reality crashed onto the dreamscape.
Fujiwara Reya saw the brilliant moonlight pouring through the gaps in the clouds.
Pine forest, creek, mountains, the surface of the sea... all were made to sparkle by this moonlight, the cracks sprawling wherever it touched, causing the entire hallucination to crumble.
Upon regaining consciousness, Fujiwara Reya was montarily stunned.
Wasn’t it an illusion?
How did Kasahara Fumi end up truly in his arms?
No ti to ponder this matter then, his eyes slightly parted a slit, glancing at Mrs. Tanemura beside him. He also saw Lord Shizuka, in the act of swallowing away the yellow pine jade piece by piece.
This person looked familiar!
The na Shizuka, he had encountered sowhere...
Lightly holding Kasahara Fumi, this sister obediently curled up in his embrace, seemingly not yet awake, rapid breathing escaped from slightly parted red lips, with the scent of crimson leaves, the feel of soft skin and hot breath more enticing than ever.
With Kasahara Fumi nestled sweetly in his arms, sleeping as if having so shy dream. In her slumber, she didn’t seem cold and unfeeling, but more like a sentintal twenty-five-year-old woman. The clock had long struck past 4, surroundings silent as the grave, only the sound of Lord Shizuka swallowing the yellow pine jade ca.
Fujiwara Reya’s gaze, quietly flitted over Shizuka.
Finishing the last of the yellow pine jade, Lord Shizuka took out a pale purple handkerchief to wipe his lips, then stood up and walked towards the door.
"Lord Shizuka, what should we do with these two?"
"Kill them! Afterwards, find a way to escape on your own. If you can’t, think of a way to keep the secret hidden on your own."
"Understood!"
Shizuka walked out of the room, Fujiwara Reya didn’t pursue.
From the mont she took out the pale purple handkerchief, an image had surfaced in his mind—a photo of a woman in purple lace lingerie, in the Lovers’ Oasis café, with the na [Shizuka] on the introduction.
So, it was her... Fujiwara Reya remained still, compared to 3806 grams of yellow pine jade, luring out the big fish behind the scenes was more crucial. He didn’t want to alert the enemy prematurely.
But Kasahara Fumi shifted a bit in his arms.
"Mmm, no," she frowned deeply, twisting her body back and forth, "Fujiwara, don’t, you can’t kiss..."
"Huh?" Fujiwara Reya was stunned.
Could such a cool and aloof sister also have such fantasies?
He lowered his head, his gaze fell on the masked face of Kasahara Fumi.
Sunlight spilled over the mask from the window, in his sight sparkled golden dust, like snow avalanche glistening under the sunset. Along the edges of the mask, fine hairs on her cheeks were also shimring brightly.
As he watched, Fujiwara Reya considered, this mask probably was also the kind that inspired lewd thoughts.
Used to allure him was the Fox Girl, and used to allure Kasahara Fumi, perhaps it was he himself... But one couldn’t bla Mrs. Tanemura, for appearances sake, he was so perfect, ideal for such seduction.
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