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inside the room.
Fujiwara Izaya finished taking a bath and put on his yukata.
I asked the waiter to bring me a bottle of Coke and sat on a chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
The atmosphere in the guest room of the custom shop late at night was very ambiguous. There was a rustling sound from the dressing room next to it. Fujiwara Izaya looked at the ajar door and drank two sips of Coke while listening to the sound of changing clothes.
Place it on the white low table in front of you.
Turn on the light switch,
The light illuminated the box-like room, a large pink bed, a bedside table, a wardrobe, and various massage oils placed on the coffee table. Fujiwara Izaya stepped across the room and came to the handbag that Miss Shizuka placed on the table.
When the handbag is opened, an ordinary makeup box can be vaguely seen.
Fujiwara Izaya glanced towards the door, quickly took out the makeup box and opened it, then he called Kagami out and hid it in the small mirror in the makeup box.
Just as I put the makeup box back, the door behind me opened.
"Ah, I'm so sorry. I'm really sorry. Your wife said she's not used to people changing her clothes..." Miss Jingxia smiled, and her voice was as pleasant as a spring breeze blowing on her face.
Fujiwara Izaya looked at her face again.
You can't tell her age, she could be 25 or 35, her breasts are perfectly swollen, and there is no wrinkle on the skin around her eyes. She has a nice face, and her facial features are very charming. She is the kind of person who can tell at a glance that she is a slut.
Face.
"Let her wear it herself." Fujiwara Izaya said in a friendly voice.
"Actually, Jingxia really wants to help Madam change her clothes." Miss Jingxia pressed her chest, and the maid uniform outlined the plump curves of her breasts. "From the appearance point of view, although Madam is not as good-looking as Jingxia, her figure is definitely better than Jingxia's.
Have a good summer."
My Fuka-Eri's face is prettier and much nobler than yours... Fujiwara Izaya despised her in his heart.
"Ah, I'm sorry, Jingxia is talking too much." At this time, Miss Jingxia suddenly showed a look of horror on her face, and immediately knelt down humbly on the ground, looking at Fujiwara Izaya's toes, "Jingxia shouldn't comment on Madam.
, please master punish Jingxia."
Perfect attitude!
Fujiwara Izaya looked at her condescendingly and asked curiously: "What are the punishment methods?"
"It depends on what the master likes..." Jingxia raised her waist and looked at him charmingly, "The current mainstream training methods, such as blindfolded and ball-stuffed bondage play, are all acceptable to Jingxia. A little too much.
A little shameful experience... As long as the master likes it, Jingxia will have no objection."
"Well..." Fujiwara Izaya was thoughtful.
"Tie-up play is too painful for Jingxia." Miss Jingxia put her hands in front of her collar and continued, "Being tied up and receiving jump shots, the anxiety of wanting to do something but not being satisfied burned in my heart.
This kind of pain will make Jingxia feel that life is worse than death..."
As she spoke, she slightly opened the collar of her maid uniform.
A touch of snow-white skin was exposed.
Fujiwara Izaya stared at the enemy with wide eyes.
"Master, you won't make Jingxia feel uncomfortable..." Miss Jingxia gasped, feeling bullied in her chest. Her charming face instantly turned red, as if she was angry and couldn't get out, which made people see.
I want to help her out personally.
"Miss Jingxia..."
"Just call me Jingxia or little bitch."
Miss Jingxia's voice is very charming, with a little bit of weakness in it.
While making people want to protect her, they can't help but want to ravage her to death.
She is indeed a fox girl... Fujiwara Izaya's breathing became heavier and he said with difficulty: "Uh, well, I brought my wife here. This is not good..."
"Isn't Jingxia inferior to Madam?"
Miss Jingxia suddenly stood up and walked towards him.
Looking at Fujiwara Izaya's flushed face, a trace of pride flashed through her heart. Based on the principle that the energy and blood sent to her door should not be wasted, she spread her hands, hooked Fujiwara Izaya's neck, squeezed him, and pulled out from him
She looked at him in her arms and said with a gentle expression: "Jingxia can play with his master however he wants."
"..."
"Master, master..." Miss Jingxia murmured. While calling, she rubbed his chin with the tip of her nose like a female fox nuzzling a male fox. "Please don't pity Jingxia."
"..."
Fujiwara Izaya remained motionless, and even his breathing became smoother.
"Master?" Miss Jingxia realized something was wrong, turned her head and followed his line of sight, looking behind her.
Wearing a modified sexy maid uniform, Kasahara Fuka-Eri stepped out of the dressing room with one foot and looked coldly here.
"Yeah, it's Madam..." Miss Jingxia laughed sweetly, then let go of her hands as if nothing had happened, and adjusted her collar a little. "I'm going to prepare the massage props. Master and Madam, please wait a moment." After saying this,
Finally, she smiled softly and nodded to Fujiwara Izaya, then bent down and saluted Kasahara Fuka-Eri, then opened the small door next to her and walked in.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri walked over, staring at Fujiwara Izaya with deep disgust and contempt in her clear eyes: "What's with that expectant expression on your face?"
"...I'm looking forward to your maid outfit." Fujiwara Izaya raised his hand and swore.
"Boom——"
An autumn thunder sounded outside the window.
That bastard is swearing randomly again!
Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked at him deeply and then sat on the sofa.
"Luckily you came out quickly, otherwise I would have beaten her." Fujiwara Izaya said angrily, "You dare to seduce me in front of Mrs. Fuka-Eri's eyes, she is tired of living..."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri ignored him and looked out the window.
The rainwater slid down the glass, and the light from the neon lights shone through, making the entire glass look bright and charming.
"Here, I ordered a drink for you just now." Fujiwara Izaya handed her a bottle of orange, then sat down and picked up the Coke before and continued drinking. The moved Coke can was covered with liquefied water droplets.
There is a piece of moisture in the palm of my hand.
"The Point Guard Is Here"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri had a cold face the whole time.
She was wearing an ultra-short maid skirt that covered her mid-thigh. Her legs, which were more perfect than a supermodel, were covered with black knee-high stockings. The stockings were made of red lace. She also wore a black and white lace stocking on her left thigh.
Leg rings and pointed black high heels on her feet.
Her bright orange hair is tied behind her head, she wears the iconic "Katyusha" headdress, a bow ribbon on her chest, and thin underwear, wrapped softly around her perfect body.
"Cute!" Fujiwara Izaya exclaimed.
When you take a closer look, you can see that it looks like a noble and refined fairy has fallen.
For example, a defeated fairy had to put on a sexy maid uniform and humiliate herself to survive under the coercion of the evil god.
Fujiwara Izaya also thinks that he is an evil god.
But now he really wants to become an evil god without any scruples.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's expression was cold, but her spirit was highly tense.
Almost as soon as he spoke, her round and fair earlobes were dyed red. She moved her buttocks a little, held the hem of her skirt with one hand, and pretended to arrange her hair with the other hand, gently covering her cheeks.
This embarrassed look... super cute!
Wearing ten-centimeter black high-heeled shoes, the slender legs are wrapped in black silk with excellent transparency, and the stockings are made of red lace with rose embroidery. After she sat on the elastic sofa, she put on her ultra-short mini skirt
Under the hem of the skirt, the absolute realm is exposed - the perky buttocks and beautiful legs are very gracefully outlined in the line of sight, and the well-proportioned appearance of the delicate body is super eye-catching.
Thinking back to how stern and cold she used to be when she was wearing a police officer's uniform, it's hard not to think about her sexy appearance now.
Fujiwara Izaya swallowed his saliva consciously.
In the room where there were only two people left, the sound of swallowing was particularly clear.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri subconsciously crossed her arms and looked at him warily.
"Instinct reaction, please don't mind..." After a slight pause, Fujiwara Izaya let out a long sigh and said, "But what can I do? Mrs. Fuka-Eri at this moment is shocking to me.
No one can do too much."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri lowered her gaze, not even bothering to deal with him.
Just now her head was hot and she wanted to follow her in, but now her mind is clear, she already knows that Fujiwara Izaya deliberately coaxed her in. In this situation, if she doesn't kick this bastard downstairs and fall to death, she will be considered Fuka Eri
Restrained.
She took the orange juice and took two sips, then said coldly: "For the sake of this incident, I can endure this. At the same time, I hope that if you encounter similar experiences in the future, you can put aside your dissatisfaction or gains and losses."
"Understood!" Fujiwara Izaya sat upright.
He looked like a good student listening to a beautiful teacher in class.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked at him sideways, and the alienation on her brows eased slightly: "In Shenyin Town, this is the first time I have seen how powerful the power behind you is, so I admire you very much for being able to maintain such power.
An approachable and approachable attitude. And... as a youkai, he has always fulfilled the responsibilities of a priest, and he still insists on it even if he is burdened with infamy. This is remarkable."
"The same goes for you." Fujiwara Izaya looked serious.
"Well, when we first met, you said that we all have things that we stick to." After a slight pause, Kasahara Fuka-Eri warned again: "It's just that your personality is still a bit too confident. Before you don't want to expose your identity,
It's better to be cautious. I haven't settled the score with you for killing the ghost messenger, so don't be so reckless again."
"Fuka-Eri is such a good and responsible wife!" Fujiwara Izaya gave a thumbs up.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri, whose expression had softened slightly at first, immediately became serious again.
"I am a person who is used to saying unreasonable things to people close to me..." Fujiwara Izaya looked at her, and under the background of the indoor light, her refined cheeks became even whiter, "So, please ask me
Please bear with me."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri nodded without any expression.
"After all, we are married, and the relationship between husband and wife is..."
"stop!"
The female police officer's expression immediately became unbearable.
As soon as she mentioned the fact that the two were married, she felt as if she had been caught by a hateful subordinate, and she completely lost the confidence to face him.
"I really want to hold Fuka Eri in my arms, kiss you, and tell you: I like you." Fujiwara Izaya slowly approached, "After I finish speaking, I'll ask you if you like me. If you say you don't, then continue."
Kiss me, kiss me until you say you like me."
"Do you think I will give in like this?" Kasahara Fuka-Eri raised her beautiful eyebrows proudly.
"Hey, Mrs. Fuka-Eri is really tough." Fujiwara Izaya opened his hands and said teasingly in a naughty tone of inexplicable joy, "Let's kiss her and see if you will give in."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's eyelids twitched.
asshole!
You can't tell that I'm not harsh, can you?
She looked slightly annoyed and unwilling, and Fujiwara Izaya couldn't care less, so he stretched out his hand and pulled her.
Accompanied by a burst of fragrant aroma, Kasahara Fukaeri fell into his arms. The delicate and smooth feel of the black stockings, the softness of the chest, the slender and tight waist, all kinds of wonderful touches were transmitted to the brain through the nerves, stimulating
with his emotions.
"Oh, here we go again..." Kasahara Fuka-Eri sighed as if she was resigned to her fate.
An extraordinarily delicate blush appeared on her unpainted face. Her warm, shiny hands gently supported Fujiwara Izaya's shoulders and did not escape. She just kept a certain distance to let him
Hold.
Fujiwara Izaya didn't dare to push further.
From being indifferent to him at first, to now acquiescing to his embrace, this is already a huge progress.
She tried her best to suppress her desire to go further, and simply held her in her arms without doing anything. After Kasahara Fuka-Eri saw that he had settled down, she held his shoulder with one hand and took back the other hand to hold her chin with one hand.
, her beautiful eyes looked at the young man’s face: “How have you been communicating with Xiangxiang recently?”
"She never gave me a good look."
"Are you too anxious?"
"That's not the case... Let me tell you this. I met her at the school gate a few days ago. At that time, she was riding a skateboard, wearing white shoes and half-length socks. I thought that look was very youthful and fashionable, so I stopped.
I came down to say hello to her, but as soon as I raised my hand, she suddenly slipped away. When I looked for her in school, I was stopped by Koike Masami... He said that he would wait until her anger subsided before she would talk to me.
"
"This is Xiangxiang's character, you have to be patient."
"You want me to coax her so much, do you think you are pushing my sister into a pit of fire?"
"..."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's eyes were stunned.
Yes.
At the beginning, all she wanted to do was not let her sister get close to this dangerous and mysterious young man... Why did she marry him now, and instead she hoped that he and her sister could get back together and get over their differences and be together?
strangeness.
Why is there such a change in heart?
Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked puzzled.
Fujiwara Izaya gently pressed her lips with his left hand, and the slight warmth was transferred to his hand.
The light in the room dimly illuminated her long orange hair, and her face without makeup was glowing white. When she breathed, the outline of her chest undulated beautifully, like Mount Fuji alive in the night. Fujiwara Izaya
One hand covered her lips to prevent her from speaking, and the other hand lazily placed on the absolute area of her legs, gently teasing them with his fingertips.
Smell the wonderful and noble scent of maple leaves on her body, hold her waist and touch her soft body.
For Fujiwara Izaya, these things are the supreme enjoyment.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked down and saw his eyes.
Those eyes were the clearest ones she had ever seen in her life. The constantly flashing light was like a flowing river flowing through the surface of the eyeballs. They were also like the missing arrows shot by a hunter who drew his bow and nocked an arrow. They had the magical power to hit the target with one hit.
.
He is the mountain god.
Representing the gods of nature, no creature can resist the call of nature.