Son of a bitch!
Kawashima Miki bit her lower lip, her breathing growing increasingly rapid.
The pair of sheer silk stockings was carefully chosen by her, the material delicate, smooth, and soft, with excellent transparency and breathability. Worn on her legs, the surface carried a slight matte sheen, exuding an elegant and noble aura that perfectly complented her disposition.
The unfolding of events tonight was progressing just as she anticipated when she donned the stockings; Fujiwara Reya was indeed enamored by her allure.
However, his sudden touch, such a bold move, greatly exceeded Kawashima Miki’s expectations.
Logically, he should be dazed and follow her every command... why did he take the initiative to touch?
Kawashima Miki wasn’t wrong; Fujiwara Reya indeed was slightly affected.
Unfortunately, she underestimated Fujiwara Reya’s capabilities; the hallucination-inducing smoke not only failed to make him dizzy, but also blurred his own consciousness, leading to a decline in his self-control, indirectly igniting the unparalleled arrogance that belonged to Emperor Shodokan within his bloodline.
At that mont, Fujiwara Reya felt a surge of sothing wanting to be released, slightly frantic.
Slipping his palm over the stockings, he gently caressed Kawashima Miki’s absolute territory, feeling the delicate and soft touch of her thigh and her scorching body heat, while a desire for conquest rose within him.
No...
I must not lose composure!
While touching her thigh, Fujiwara Reya forced himself to look up, gazing at the pink-blue chandelier on the ceiling, trying to enter Sage mode.
No matter the reason, touching the thigh of an enthralling mature woman was a pleasant and enjoyable matter. He had to divert his attention; otherwise, he might lose control.
The faint sweet rose fragrance, Kawashima Miki’s warm and supple body shivered slightly at tis, like a little lamb frightened.
Fujiwara Reya looked at the ceiling, thinking if the lady would give him a bubble bath... tsk tsk, how soothing that would be.
Oh, being taken advantage of... Kawashima Miki unwillingly bit her lip and bowed her head.
Inside those unseen eyes, there were faintly misty tears, her expression looking very aggrieved.
A huge loss.
This was indeed a huge loss.
Initially thought he was just an innocent little boy whom she could easily manipulate, she did not expect him to be so bold, daring to directly put his hand on her... oh, my pure and unblemished body!
Why didn’t the hallucination-inducing smoke work?
Could his power be more than just upper level? How could it be possible, he’s only 17, how could he have a general’s level of strength...
Perhaps Fujiwara Reya was too absorbed in touching, making Kawashima Miki feel more and more uncomfortable all over, her toes in the stockings curling involuntarily, her breath becoming much heavier.
"Ah~"
Ca a voice from the other booths.
Fujiwara Reya looked over, an ambiguous scene coming into view.
In the booth a little ahead, a bald, middle-aged man was standing up, holding an escort clad only in white stockings, pacing back and forth in front of the sofa.
"Madam." Fujiwara Reya lowered his head, looking at Kawashima Miki.
"Hm?"
Kawashima Miki’s chest undulated, her tongue unconsciously wetting her red lips.
Her enchanting deanor ca naturally.
Fujiwara Reya moved his lips closer, speaking next to her ear: "Should we do like the table next to us?"
As her ear was suddenly attacked, Kawashima Miki’s entire body trembled, uncontrollably letting out a hum from her mouth.
"No~"
And then, she beca like she’d lost all strength, her entire body turning soft and powerless, a look of being at the rcy of others.
The pink-blue hazy light, the warm and moist atmosphere, the irresistible young widow... Fujiwara Reya’s breathing quickened, one hand sohow wrapping around to hold her, his palm pressing against the hook on her back.
Embracing Kawashima Miki’s body felt like holding a warm spring, cozy and pleasant. The hearts of both monsters pounded fiercely, as if they would leap out of their bodies.
For a long ti, Kawashima Miki said nothing nor struggled.
Perhaps she was still pondering gains and losses, or maybe she felt this scene seed familiar, with a rush of unfamiliar mories in her body, like she’d been held by him many tis sowhere before.
Not long after, realizing sothing was pressing against the root of her thigh, she slightly shifted her body to avoid it.
"Pop~"
The button on her back ca off.
Kawashima Miki blinked, her lashes gently quivering.
Did he just unbutton it?
He’s a pervert!
No, it must stop here, if it continues like this, this bastard will get the upper hand. If he really toys with her like this, even taking Asakusa Shrine’s plot wouldn’t compensate for the insult she suffered today.
As she got up, she suddenly felt a touch.
"Ah~"
Kawashima Miki turned pale from fright, jumping upright imdiately.
"Sorry, sorry..." she clutched her chest with one hand, retreating as she spoke, "the room upstairs should be empty now; I’ll take the little wizard to see the scene, and after that, we can do other things..."
This panicked form was far from the composed and charming manner she had when teasing the little boy earlier.
Hold it, hold it... Fujiwara Reya reminded himself multiple tis in his heart, taking a deep breath, picking up his backpack: "Then let’s go."
"Please follow ..."
Kawashima Miki bowed her head as she led the way ahead.
The hook on her back had already been undone, slightly loose, but thankfully her bust was substantial enough; even unhooked, it wouldn’t fall off.
The two monsters remained silent throughout the journey, Fujiwara Reya reminiscing about the earlier experience, like a soft balloon filled with viscous, high-temperature liquid, one hand couldn’t fully hold it.
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