"I just glanced instinctively..."
"Who cares if you looked or not!"
"Then don’t pull my ear."
"I’ll pull if I want to. I’m the boss, I’m your captain. Do I need to file a report to you to pull?"
As they talked, Miss Shizuka had already packed her things and left the sofa next to them. The male guest lay slumped on the couch with a weary look, and after a mont, he wobbly got up and left.
"Poor guy, one more round and he’d probably turn into a dried human." Fujiwara Reya remarked.
"Let’s follow." Kasahara Fumi glanced at the departing Shizuka, just about to stand up.
"We haven’t eaten yet." Fujiwara Reya tugged at her arm.
"Oh..."
Kasahara Fumi gasped.
As she was just about to stand, she was pulled down again, and Fujiwara Reya t her head with a kiss on her forehead. Her perfect body was once again locked tightly in his embrace.
"You!" Kasahara Fumi was both angry and anxious.
"I’ll feed you before we leave." With one hand free, Fujiwara Reya expertly forked a piece of steak to her lips.
"No, I don’t want to eat..." This feeding style was too embarrassing, Kasahara Fumi turned her head vigorously, her face flushed deeply. Her gaze shifted between the couple entwined on the nearby sofa and Fujiwara Reya’s face, her body slowly squird in his embrace, "... If you keep this up... I’ll really get mad... Stop, it’s too embarrassing, I’ll eat, but don’t feed ..."
"Alright, but I’ll keep holding you." Fujiwara Reya said with a smile.
"...Fine." Kasahara Fumi sighed helplessly.
Fujiwara Reya brought the dishes from the table to the sofa, pouring a glass of wine along the way.
"Pour a glass too." Kasahara Fumi said, then went silent, focusing solely on her food.
The seared steak, potato salad with waka and tuna, cream trout, beef tenderloin stewed with exotic mushrooms, foie gras salad... The duo quickly devoured the western al prepared for two.
For such a slender lady, her appetite was surprisingly large, which was quite a curious sight.
"Good thing our family is rich now." Fujiwara Reya remarked with lingering fear, "If it were before, I really couldn’t afford you."
"Using Miki’s money to support ?"
"Miki’s money is our money, too." Fujiwara Reya said shalessly.
Kasahara Fumi rolled her eyes at him: "I have my own money, don’t need anyone to support ."
"Does your salary cover it?"
"Barely, eating five als a day, my monthly salary just covers my food expenses."
"What about kids in the future?"
"... None of your business!" Kasahara Fumi took a sip of wine, looking at Fujiwara Reya’s annoying smile, she couldn’t help but feel a bit angry and said coldly: "What kind of look is that? I wouldn’t have kids with you..."
"What if we have a girl?" Fujiwara Reya asked.
"Well, I do like girls... Hey, get lost, we have serious stuff to do."
"Hahaha..."
Fujiwara Reya laughed as he picked her up.
The policewoman’s body was quite alluring, her legs were smooth and glossy, her figure was long and slender, without any extra flesh. Despite eating so much tonight, her stomach showed no sign of bulging. As he touched it, her skin there was still thin and soft, very warm.
Kasahara Fumi patted his head.
Then, Fujiwara Reya put her down from his embrace, letting her sit on the sofa.
Next, he bent down to pick up her pair of high heels, slowly helping her put them on, taking the opportunity to touch a few tis. Kasahara Fumi turned her face, gasping for breath, silently enduring this service that was almost teasing for her.
The long-missing mamasan reappeared.
"Dear guests, Miss Shizuka is available now. Would you like to see her in the salon or in a private room?"
"Private room."
"Would you like any special services? Like role-playing? We have maid, stewardess, teacher..."
Fujiwara Reya glanced at Kasahara Fumi and without a second thought replied: "Maid!"
"..." Kasahara Fumi suddenly felt a chill down her spine.
"Please follow ." The mamasan smiled sweetly.
Special services private room top lady.
With these two guests, she could earn a handso commission.
"Fumi, looking forward to seeing your learning outcos tonight." Fujiwara Reya stood up, wrapping an arm around Kasahara Fumi’s shoulder.
As they followed the mamasan to the private room, the scent from the policewoman’s hair was exceptionally fragrant in the murky air, her face especially red, and her steps a bit unsteady. If Fujiwara Reya hadn’t been holding her waist, she might have turned around and ran away.
The private room was on the second floor, like an outdoor café, with several sets of tables and chairs in the hall.
The mamasan led the guests to room 506, gently pushed open the door: "Please enter, and enjoy your ti."
As Fujiwara Reya stepped in the doorway.
"Welco back, Master. If there’s anything you need, please feel free to instruct Shizuka to handle it for you."
The sultry voice echoed in their ears, Fujiwara Reya looked down, seeing Shizuka, the Fox Girl, wearing a black maid outfit, kneeling inside the narrow entry, saying, "Please co in. Once the door is locked, the clock starts ticking, okay?"
"Miss Shizuka, could you do a favor?" Fujiwara Reya asked.
Shizuka lifted her head, looking slightly surprised to see the man and woman at the door. But she quickly donned her business smile, asking coquettishly: "Master, what would you like Shizuka to do for you?"
"The thing is, I’d like my wife to be a bit more entertaining, so could you..." Fujiwara Reya suddenly pushed the dazed Kasahara Fumi inside, "can you let my wife change into a maid outfit too, and learn a thing or two from you?"
"..."
Kasahara Fumi’s vision went dark.
A complex and unfamiliar sense of sha instantly swept over her entire body, causing her to tremble uncontrollably.
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