In the ambiguous pink-blue light, Fujiwara Reya raised his legs, feet resting on the coffee table.
Kasahara Fumi sat in his lap, with her back leaning against his legs, displaying an extrely bored, weary expression as she looked out the window. Not far outside the window was the West Shinjuku area densely packed with Tokyo’s skyscrapers, each office building gleaming in the dark rain like it was propping up Tokyo’s rain clouds.
On the couch beside them, Shizuka had turned into a softly smiling woman.
But that wasn’t a seductive smile; it was a dangerous one, like a fox about to hunt. Fujiwara Reya slightly turned his gaze that way and saw her slightly lift her buttocks, beginning to serve the guest with an AF package.
Kasahara Fumi heard the sound and glanced over there.
With just a glance, she imdiately looked away again, pretending not to have seen anything, continuing to gaze at the night outside.
"They use this thod to collect human vitality," Fujiwara Reya said by her ear.
"I know." Kasahara Fumi answered nonchalantly, "But as long as it doesn’t cause irreversible harm to humans, we have no right to arrest her."
"What if there are thousands of fox girls collecting together, then the amount would be quite considerable."
"Maybe there really are."
"All the collected vitality should eventually go to Tamamo-no-Mae, I guess."
"I think so too." Kasahara Fumi finally redirected her gaze, looking at Fujiwara Reya’s face as she spoke, "Do you rember Mrs. Tanemura we saw in Minami-Izu?"
"Milk tea..." The picture erged in Fujiwara Reya’s mind, and a smirk inexplicably appeared on his lips: "The collected vitality can actually be gathered in such a way, fox demons... what a peculiar race."
From that smile, Kasahara Fumi couldn’t help but feel a chill.
"Why are you smiling?" she asked coldly.
"I swear I wasn’t thinking about having my aunt make milk tea." Fujiwara Reya said with a nonchalant, roguish expression.
Such an expression made Kasahara Fumi burn with anger.
"Who cares about that!"
"Huh, weren’t you just angry because of that?"
"So self-absorbed!"
"Alright, Sister Fukaeri, we should be more honest. If you keep being so two-faced, it’s going to disrupt our current work."
"Your reasoning is ridiculous. If I have to express even what to say by listening to you, wouldn’t that make your slave?"
"A proud police officer... a slave, that seems not bad at all!"
Kasahara Fumi stared at him expressionlessly: "I should take my leave."
"Doesn’t it feel disgraceful for a special girl like you to say ’I should take my leave’ like those petty chicks?" Fujiwara Reya still maintained that cheeky grin, caressing her soft belly with both hands, "A police officer nad Fumi should exhibit a sacred and inviolable aura. Or, say, you should hit , throw your daring subordinate out the window, how about that?"
Kasahara Fumi subconsciously glanced out the window, seemingly considering the feasibility of this thod.
But in the end, she didn’t do that or say anything; she just exerted her strength quietly planning to stand up, leaving his embrace. However, Fujiwara Reya acted quickly, instantly removing her high heel from the other foot and grabbing her ankles with both hands, making her sit back down.
"..."
A chill surged in Kasahara Fumi’s heart.
It wasn’t repulsion towards his behavior; it was the terror that after such frequency, her own psychological resistance was slowly weakening. If it really developed this way, then downfall was just a matter of ti... Kasahara Fumi’s slender ankle was gripped by him, staring blankly at his face, in this special young man’s heart seed to reside a pure, unsullied angelic soul... a soul without evil, yet one which liked trying all sorts of pranks.
Fujiwara Reya’s hand just rubbed her tense thigh muscles, his gaze scanning the situation next door.
At this mont, Miss Shizuka suddenly sensed sothing and glanced over here.
Before she looked, Fujiwara Reya had already retracted his gaze, burying his face in Kasahara Fumi’s body. Kasahara Fumi blushing slightly, crouched forward, wrapping both hands around his head.
"Fumi..."
"Wh-what..."
The policewoman’s voice trembled slightly, like a little white mouse in a laboratory.
"I can’t breathe anymore... but you don’t have to worry, if my pain brings you a bit of joy, it’s worth it, please let suffocate to death in your arms... sending a husband to heaven this way, you’d feel a great sense of achievent."
Kasahara Fumi gritted her teeth.
She didn’t so much as make a peep.
This boy, speaking like a spoiled child, seed amusing to her, and after he quieted down, she softly eased her body, the two leaning quietly on the couch waiting.
Fujiwara Reya picked up a tissue from the table and wiped the sweat on her forehead.
"Can’t take advantage of like this again next ti..." Kasahara Fumi looked directly into his eyes, speaking with a heavy nasal tone, "Whether you like it or hate it, I acknowledge it for now. But if you bring up those bizarre love theories and touch again, I really won’t pay you any mind."
Fujiwara Reya blinked.
At this mont, Kasahara Fumi, with her back leaning against his legs, her ankles played by his grasp, clearly in a controlled posture, made such a statent, bearing an unusual feminine charm.
"Your attitude towards handling this isn’t right; seemingly cold you, in fact, are surrounded by fiery emotions. The chairperson’s fire, Xiangxiang’s fire, and the sweet fire of a beautiful young man encircle you from all sides."
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