Kawashima Meiji walked slowly, her fluttering wedding clothes washing away the flaming colors.
Looking at Fujiwara Izaya at the door, she raised the corners of her mouth slightly and asked with a smile: "Are you done with Fuka-Eri?"
There was no doubt the smell of vinegar in the voice.
"Madam, you are really perceptive." Fujiwara Izaya walked over and took the large and small bags in her hand. They were filled with gifts from guests, most of them precious treasures, but he didn't even look at them.
It was to ask Kawashima Meiji: "I have good news for you. Fuka-Eri will not be coming tonight. Are you happy?"
Kawashima Miji leaned over with a smile.
Her freed hands stretched out and hooked his neck.
"Without Fuka-Eri, we still have Riho. My dear husband, why don't you kick Riho out too?"
She had a smile on her face and breathed in the fragrance, but the words she spoke made Izaya Fujiwara sweat break out on his spine.
"Now, Mrs. Riho hasn't come back yet."
Fujiwara Izaya motioned her to enter the house quickly with his eyes.
“What a beautiful thought!”
Kawashima Miji poked the tip of his nose, laughed, and turned around to enter the house with the fragrant wind.
Just as Fujiwara Izaya was about to follow, she suddenly turned back, raising the corners of her mouth slightly, showing a proud and provocative smile: "Kneel down in front of my wife later, or I won't let you touch her."
"Are you sure?" Fujiwara Izaya looked confident.
"Huh huh?" Kawashima Miji looked at him with unclear meaning.
"What's wrong?" Fujiwara Izaya looked at her bright profile.
"Are you going to force yourself on me on your wedding night?"
"Well……"
"My young master?"
Fujiwara Izaya stared at her triumphant face for a few seconds, then stepped forward helplessly: "Okay, okay, you have the final say tonight."
"That's pretty much it." Miji Kawashima reached out to pinch his waist with satisfaction.
Fujiwara Izaya dodged and at the same time closed the door.
"I'm going to take a shower first. You just wait here." Kawashima Miji twisted her waist and walked into the room with proud steps.
Everything here belongs to me, including you... Fujiwara Izaya looked at her back, feeling a little proud.
My stupid lady, or else should I touch you?
Do you think you really have the final say in this home?
There was only one lantern lit in the room, glowing with a hazy orange light like a jellyfish.
In the bathtub, the belt tied around Kawashima Miki's waist fell, and the bright red wedding dress slipped down like flowing cinnabar. Fujiwara Izaya looked out from the gap between the screens, his eyes followed her delicate and small white jade
Feet upward, round and slender legs, thrilling waist and hip curves, smooth and delicate back... It's a pity that her back is facing Fujiwara Izaya, so she can't see the front clearly.
The back figure entered the bathtub and then turned around slowly.
The part half exposed in the water is very attractive. In the hot air, her face is still elegant and beautiful, and a few strands of black hair are stuck to her lips. She raised her hand with blurred eyes, gently brushed away the black hair, and simply
Actions and charm come naturally.
This heart-wrenchingly beautiful woman will soon be his... Fujiwara Izaya suddenly felt restless. There were some refreshments on the table, and he ate some casually. His mood was still restless, so he stood up and paced around the room.
The room had been decorated a long time ago, with a red carpet on the floor and grilles on the windows.
The large and spacious bed was covered with bright red silk sheets, and the golden phoenix embroidery on them was extremely fine, noble and gorgeous. Fujiwara Izaya walked around for a while, asked the maid to bring some sake, and then shouted into the screen
: "Are you okay?"
"Soon."
Kawashima Miji replied impatiently.
At this time, she had just gotten out of the bath and dried herself off.
Facing the mirror, she yawned slightly, opened the closet door, took out a bright red nightgown and put it on her body. Her hands did not reach into the sleeves, but gently pulled the collar, her white and delicate complexion and
The bright nightgown has a completely different aesthetic. The nightgown is very short and only covers half of the buttocks. The pink skin underneath is exposed without any obstruction. The straight and slender long legs are even more beautiful after taking a bath.
It's heartbreaking.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Kawashima Miji murmured: "It seems good... I am a naturally beautiful empress. Of course I will look good in anything I wear."
After finishing her sentence, she took a comb and gently pulled up her long, still wet hair, then turned around and came out.
Fujiwara Izaya's eyes lit up.
The bright red nightgown was well cut and highlighted her figure very well.
The graceful and eye-catching curves are perfectly outlined, and the pure red color seems to be burning, just like the lake surface covered with sunset, which looks beautiful and hot. If you accidentally see it in the wild, it will be a surprise that anyone will never forget.
Hong Yijun.
Kawashima Miji's expression is calm and gentle.
She opened her mouth slightly, but hesitated to speak. After a moment, she gently stretched out a hand forward.
Fujiwara Izaya was afraid that she would suddenly ask, "Am I prettier or Riho is prettier, a question that could cost someone's life?" When he saw her extending her hand, he immediately stepped forward with understanding and led her to the table.
There are two filled wine glasses on the table.
Kawashima Miji looked at the crystal clear wine inside and asked strangely: "What is this for?"
"Hand over a glass of wine. In ancient China, it was the last ritual for the bride and groom before going to bed." Fujiwara Izaya lit a red candle and then raised one of the wine glasses, "Just follow me."
Kawashima Meiji hummed and raised another wine glass.
Arms go around each other.
As the candlelight danced, their figures were reflected on the wall, and their shadows flickered with the candlelight.
The arms are entangled with each other.
The crystal clear wine was drank down in one gulp.
Sweet in the mouth.
Fujiwara Izaya and Kawashima Miki laughed at the same time.
"Is there any other ceremony?" Kawashima Meiji asked.
"Hmm... let me think about it." Fujiwara Izaya looked her up and down.
The two looked at each other face to face. There was no lingering affection in their eyes, but they looked calm and warm. Kawashima Miji was wearing a matching bright red skirt, as beautiful as a dream in front of flowers and under the moonlight.
"Have you figured it out?" Kawashima Meiji asked.
Fujiwara Izaya smiled and said, "Madam, you look particularly beautiful today. I haven't thought of anything else to add for a while."
"Is it better to look at the clothes or the person?" Kawashima Miji blinked.
“They all look good.”
"Can you please keep this clothes off later?"
"You like this dress?"
"Yes." Kawashima Miji nodded lightly, "I want to wear this dress."
"It's not impossible." Fujiwara Izaya said. The image of his wife wearing a fiery red wedding dress and being whipped appeared in his mind. Suddenly he was very moved, so he immediately said: "Compared to taking off all the clothes, I still prefer it.
Dress more seductively.”
Kawashima Miji glared at him: "You're such a stinky man."
"Empress, it's too late to regret now." Fujiwara Izaya reached out and hugged her.
"I don't regret it." Kawashima Meiji fell softly into his arms, half-lidded her eyes, and grabbed his wrist hard, "Do you really like me?"
"How many times have you asked this?" Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head and looked at her.
The flowing eyebrow line and thick black hair add a romantic atmosphere to her face.
"This is the last time."
"I didn't like it at first, but I don't know when, I was moved by your jealousy. By the way, didn't you find that I am particularly bad and chauvinistic in front of you? This is love.
Embodiment."
"Well, bad guy!"
"I worked so hard to get you and marry you. Why?"
"What is it?"
"After we get married, no matter how I tease you, it will be legal."
"So that's what you had in mind..."
Kawashima Miji smiled sweetly, and her face returned to its usual soft expression.
"Actually, I didn't love you at first," she said in a soft voice, staring at her little husband with shining eyes, "I was forced to commit myself to you, and I wanted to bite you to death. Later I realized that I didn't
I couldn't get away, and I half pushed myself to be with you in a mood of admiration."
"Being strong doesn't mean you don't love."
Fujiwara Izaya hugged her waist and walked towards the red sheets.
"Is the love created by Mu Qiang really love?" Kawashima Meiji lay on the gorgeous embroidery, stepping on his shoulders with her legs to prevent him from getting closer. Looking into his eyes, she said with a smile: "I can't explain it.
Okay, you'll sleep under the bed tonight."
"You are such a annoying goblin." Fujiwara Izaya said harshly.
Kawashima Meiji pursed her lips in contentment.
Lying on her back, her body undulates beautifully.
The tight lower abdomen, bulging breasts, round shoulders, and the fiery red skirt are as stunning as a butterfly on fire.
For the sake of happiness tonight, Fujiwara Izaya had no choice but to rack his brains to come up with an answer.
"Humans generally use 'sweet' to describe the beauty of love instead of 'bitter', because human tastes like sweetness, which is the result of natural evolution. In nature, sweetness means rich in energy
sugar, and bitterness means toxic alkaloids. Therefore, humans and various omnivorous herbivores generally have a taste that likes sweetness and dislikes bitterness. This taste is an instinct that evolved at the cost of eliminating countless individuals. It is
Programs engraved in genes.”
Kawashima Miji looked puzzled.
There was obviously a biology class coming up later, so how could he teach biology class seriously?
"Talk about being strong, you can go and see crows and lions. Crows don't have love, and lions don't have love either. But crows and lions both show strong feelings during courtship." Fujiwara Izaya held her exquisite ankles with both hands and sniffed them gently.
Smell the scent of roses between toes, "Natural selection, the desire to be strong is the result of evolution. The genes for not being strong have long since disappeared in the long river of evolution, just like those preferences among the ancestors of humans and animals.
Bitter-tasting species basically die from alkaloid poisoning."
"That's it..."
Kawashima Meiji probably understands.
Her feet were as white and tender as snow, the insteps were as smooth as satin, and the texture was delicate. As Fujiwara Izaya grabbed her ankles with both hands, the toes of her little feet curled up a little, following the soft and beautiful arch curve upwards, and the skin could be broken by the blow.
"Love is a feeling that occurs during the courtship process after animals have evolved wisdom." Fujiwara Izaya played with the ankle in his hand and continued to explain, "Muqiang is the instinct in the courtship process, and
Like sweetness and dislike bitterness are the same programs engraved in genes. Therefore, there is no contradiction between admiration and love. Human beings never shy away from admiration when describing love. There is no need to distinguish between the two and they are inseparable. You are awesome because of me
, can protect you, and thus become more fond of and closer to me. Who says this is not love?"
With her feet in the hands of the bad guy, Kawashima Miji clasped her hands on the edge of the bed, holding on to the sheets with slight force, without making a sound or resisting.
Fujiwara Izaya leaned over and looked at her exquisite face, "If you don't love me, then what flows in the rivers around the world is not water, but transparent ketchup."
"I just like your mouth." Kawashima Miji smiled passionately.
A perfect smile bloomed at the corner of her mouth, which is the beauty and delicacy that only belongs to a mature woman.
"How good is my mouth?" Fujiwara Izaya moved closer.
Kawashima Meiji pointed her finger on her cheek with one hand and made a cute gesture: "The sweetest thing in nature."
"Let you taste it first."
"Hey, wait a minute, um..."
Kawashima Meiji whimpered, and her soft red lips were sucked closely.
At the same time, a hand had reached the side of her waist and began to disassemble the belt that she had not worn much. The tight skirt was slightly loosened and opened to both sides, revealing the black and red lace underneath.
underwear.
After kissing deeply for a long time, Fujiwara Izaya finally moved his lips away.
Their cheeks were still very close to each other, and the tips of their noses seemed to be touching each other. The two of them shared each other's breath.
"Madam, why don't you take the initiative?" Fujiwara Izaya asked with a smile.
Kawashima Miji gently pushed his shoulders with both hands.
Their eyes met, and she looked a little shy. After struggling for a while, she saw the red and charming face coming towards her, and took the initiative to kiss Fujiwara Izaya.
She rarely takes the initiative.
Fujiwara Izaya felt happy in his heart, and held her cheeks with both hands, bringing the two of them closer.
"...Woo."
Kawashima Miji's head was empty and her breathing was extremely rapid.
She didn't think about anything now, as long as she could keep hugging and kissing like this. However, at this time, she suddenly felt the change in Fujiwara Izaya, and she was so scared that she immediately closed her eyes tightly, her curved eyelashes trembled slightly, and her hands
Uneasily, she pressed against his shoulders and pushed away.
After a long time, the lips parted.
Fujiwara Izaya looked down at her.
That beautiful face that is as gentle as jade, white, delicate and rosy, is simply beautiful.
Kawashima Miji also knew that today was a particularly important day. She closed her eyes tightly and turned her face to the side. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly from time to time, her white hands were clenched into fists, and her legs were slightly spread apart, as if she was waiting for what was about to happen.
The coming hit of happiness.
Fujiwara Izaya looked at her intently: "Can I make a request?"
"What?" Kawashima Miji carefully opened her eyes.
"Put on stockings and heels!" Fujiwara Izaya urged.
A trace of shame flashed across Kawashima Miji's face.
"You are so bad!" They all muttered. She got up and walked to the closet. She rummaged through the clothes she had brought for a while and found out the pair of black pantyhose she was wearing, as well as the red bottoms and black high-tops with pointed toes.
and.
With her back to Fujiwara Izaya, Kawashima Miji bent over and raised her buttocks, her snow-white skin raised high.
The candlelight reflected on it, with a thin layer of snow-white halo, as intoxicating as fine wine. Kawashima Meiji rolled up her pantyhose, put her two slender and plump legs through them one after another, and then straightened up to lift up the pantyhose.
Go to the waist and pull it a few times with your hands to adjust the position.
Elegant and quiet, yet hot.
After putting on the pantyhose, Kawashima Miji put her black silk feet into high heels, slightly arranged her hair and skirt, and turned around lazily.
Looking at Fujiwara Izaya who had the biggest eyes, she raised the corner of her mouth slightly and walked over with a shy smile.
That timid appearance perfectly fits her current status - a newlywed wife waiting for her husband to love her.
"Perfect!"
Fujiwara Izaya ran up and hugged her.
My wife's body is perfect.
Slender legs, soft belly, thin arms.
Every inch of skin is full of vitality, very elastic, and feels excellent. Especially the face, with watery eyes, fragrant cheeks, lightly parted red lips, and a charming face.
Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head and kissed her hard.
Immediately afterwards, a "呲 Lie" sound sounded.
Kawashima Miki wanted to call him a "little pervert", but felt that it was inappropriate to use this word tonight, so she acquiesced to his behavior.
At this time, he was too lazy to go back to bed. Fujiwara Izaya simply let her waist lean on the back of the sofa, raised her left foot with one hand, and turned the red sole of the black high-heeled shoe upward.
", and the anxious shouts of "It won't work like this" made her completely her own.
"Yeah~!"
Kawashima Miji's voice was trembling.
Fujiwara Izaya looked at her little face, her round and delicate face, which was indescribably charming. She held his arm tightly with both hands, her facial features were almost twisted together, and she bit her lower lip tightly with her teeth.
An unbearable look.
With only the toes of her right foot supporting her body weight, she soon felt that her right leg was sore and weak.
"Mrs."
"Wha, what..."
"Are you in charge tonight or am I?"
"Of course, I do..."
"Um?"
"Hiss... you make the decision, you do everything... Yeah, you bastard..."
"You seem very unconvinced?"
Kawashima Meiji covered her face and turned her head to the left, suppressing her voice, and said stubbornly: "You will be good-looking later!"
"Now let me see what you are capable of, okay?" Fujiwara Izaya held her waist and stopped moving.
"you!"
Kawashima Miji turned around and tightly held his arm with both hands.
She frowned tightly, and although her expression was fierce, it became increasingly difficult to breathe. After a while, maybe she couldn't stand his gaze, so she closed her eyes and turned her face to the side.
The two were in a stalemate for a while, but no one moved...
Kawashima Miji frowned and her head began to shake from side to side.
When she was bullied in the past, she would often show such an embarrassment, Fujiwara Izaya admired it with joy. In desperation, Kawashima Miki suddenly pinched his arm and slapped it several times, and spit out with difficulty "
The word "move".
"What?" Fujiwara Izaya asked funnyly.
"Hurry up..." Kawashima Miji's voice was so pitifully small that she was so embarrassed that she almost dug a hole to bury herself.
Fujiwara Izaya grinned: "Yes, madam!"
In the flickering candlelight, the red soles of the pointed-toed black high-heeled shoes were turned upward, flickering and tracing a messy trajectory, creating an indescribable temptation.
In the next hour, Kawashima Miji became particularly obedient.
Let her lie down and she will lie down, let her kneel and she will kneel, let her do it by herself and sit down with her high heels and covering her face... The noble and charming Spider Empress has completely transformed into the little wife of the Mountain God.
The door opened gently.
Yukino Riho's long silver hair flickered gently.
Her heels floated, her toes tapped the floor, and she floated over. Her white jade fingertips grasped the waistband of her dress. Time in the room seemed to have stopped. Kawashima Miji lay on the red sheet with a tired face, golden silk
The embroidery is like inlaid with flowing gold, which sets off her red and tender skin, making her look graceful, luxurious and fragrant.
Fujiwara Izaya next to him is still full of energy.
Yukino Riho just glanced at it and drifted towards Fujiwara Izaya.
Bai Yu pulled off the belt with his fingertips, sat on his knees, and guided him with one hand.
Everything was done so quickly, so fast that Fujiwara Izaya was a little surprised... But it was normal to think about it. The snow girl had such a physique. She tolerated it calmly and resolutely, and her long silver-white hair was like a willow blown by a strong wind.
The branches dance in the air.
Kawashima Miji took the cup and covered herself.
"This, eat it."
Yukino Riho took out two boxes, both of which contained the medicine Fuka-Eri had taken before.
After turning into a snow girl, her behavior was completely different from that of a stupid woman. It was as if another personality that had been sleeping in her body suddenly woke up and took her spirit and body as its own. After taking the pill,
The demonic power burst out uncontrollably, and she briefly let out a cry like an exotic bird, with a usually peaceful smile on her lips.
Kawashima Miji also took two pills.
The two ladies screamed delicately and gasped with short laughter.
These sounds blended into the sweet air of the room, turning into lazy and opaque sounds like powder, ringing in my ears from time to time.
But at the end.
Fujiwara Izaya fled in despair.
Female leprechauns are really scary!
Under the influence of the pills, both of them successfully advanced to the Demon King. He, a little demon general, was no match for him... Especially Yukino Riho, she was simply a bottomless abyss, no matter how hard she filled it, she could fill it.
dissatisfied.
Fujiwara Izaya made up his mind.
When he becomes the Demon King, he must avenge his shame.
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After the mountain god festival, autumn comes.
The noisy chirping of cicadas slowly weakened in September and was soon replaced by the chirping of autumn insects. The leaves of the green trees on the streets of Tokyo gradually turned golden.
The renovated Asakusa Shrine will reopen to visitors in mid-September.
The passenger flow is not large yet, and it will take some time to attract traffic, and it also needs a major event to increase its reputation. The original Hakusan Shrine has also been changed to the Asakusa Second Shrine. Since there were many pilgrims there, the second
The number of worshippers of the shrine is much greater than that of the main shrine.
Kawashima Miwa took on the responsibilities of the eldest wife perfectly, running between Asakusa Shrine and the Empress Bubble Bath every day, trying her best to earn money to support the family and help her husband improve his strength. Yukino Riho still drove her own car
A small bakery with no big pursuits, she spent almost all her free time in Asakusa Shrine, cleaning, taking care of Fujiwara Izaya's daily life, or preparing a bunch of dark dishes for him to eat. Every night
, she would transform into a snow girl and squeeze Fujiwara Izaya to the point of exhaustion before she would give up.
Fujiwara Izaya spent most of his time with Kasahara Fuka-Eri.
In the alley next to the [Oasis Couple Cafe], we stayed together in a van, following, eavesdropping, and secretly filming. The target was the fox girl named "Jingxia". He and Fuka-Eri were like dormant hunters,
Wait quietly for the fox to show its tail.
The exchanges with my schoolmates and seniors have temporarily come to a standstill due to busy work schedules.
But it doesn't matter, Fujiwara Izaya believes that he is charming enough and shameless enough at the same time, and he will definitely succeed one day.