When Miss Jingxia returned to the room, she happened to see her young husband being stepped on by his wife who had a good figure.
Judging from the frosty expression on the wife's face, it seemed that the husband had done something wrong just now. However, judging from the happy expression on the husband's face, he must have known that he was wrong but would do it again next time.
A strange couple... Miss Jingxia closed the door gently.
When she came to the bed, she put the wooden basin in her hand on the small table. She knelt down gently and interrupted the two of them with a voice as soft as picking their ears: "Guest, how do we start next?"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri calmly retracted her foot.
"Let my wife come and you can teach her by your side." Fujiwara Izaya got up and said.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri stepped on his feet.
That's all.
Rather than watching Fujiwara Izaya being served by a fashionable girl, she would rather do it herself.
After working in the industry for so long, this is the first time Miss Jingxia has encountered this kind of thing.
However, Tokyo was so big and there were so many perverts in the human race. She was just a little surprised and didn't think much about it. Looking at Fujiwara Izaya, she said, "Please take off your clothes."
Fujiwara Izaya immediately stripped himself down to his underwear.
Then, without waiting for Miss Jingxia's instructions, he automatically lay down on the air mattress for massage.
Miss Shizuka said to Kasahara Fuka-Eri with an inexperienced smile like Amaterasu's: "Your husband is very skilled. This must not be his first time in this kind of place."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri glared at her impatiently.
Do you still need to remind me that Meiji helped him make a bubble bath?
Miss Jingxia laughed to herself, turned around, closed the curtains in the room, and turned off the lights in the room, leaving only a pink ambient light. In the ambiguous light, Fujiwara Izaya was lying on the mat, his posture unchanged.
, waiting quietly.
The ears are so quiet that you can even hear the sound of someone swallowing saliva.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri immediately discovered that the person who was swallowing saliva was herself... She felt as if she had stepped into a place she had never seen or heard of before. For example, the bottom of the Mariana Trench or the surface of Mars. A person who could never escape unscathed
place.
"This is for you, I will be there to guide you." Miss Jingxia gave her the prepared essential oil.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri bowed forward slightly and knelt down on the air mattress.
Fujiwara Izaya turned his head slightly, and his pert buttocks held up the narrow black skirt, which was round and tight, with very attractive lines. The texture of his skin was vaguely visible in his slender and graceful legs, and the thin and translucent stockings. His thighs were curled inward,
The calves are slightly spread apart, with soft curves.
"Close your eyes!"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri poked his cheek unceremoniously.
The pointed pink nails left a mark on his face that quickly dissipated.
"First, spread your hands evenly with essential oil." Miss Jingxia instructed beside her.
"Huh~"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri took a breath.
Her hands circled in the small wooden basin filled with essential oil, then she bent down and put her cold fingers on Fujiwara Izaya's chest.
"Hiss~" Fujiwara Izaya felt comfortable.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri showed a fleeting shyness in the pink light, and then warned him with a straight face: "Don't make strange noises."
"It's so comfortable."
Fujiwara Izaya felt that his pores were bubbling.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri remained silent, just lowered her head and massaged in a confused manner.
Fujiwara Izaya is familiar with this kind of massage that is similar to a bubble bath. Mrs. Meiji often gives it to Fujiwara Izaya. However, under Fuka-Eri's hands, it is a completely new feeling. She is not as skilled as Mrs. Meiji.
It's not that comfortable either, but admiring her current shy style is the most beautiful thing.
"You have to press the whole body." Miss Jingxia reminded her at the same time, holding up her hands to guide her and the position.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's palms were white and smooth, and she patted Fujiwara Izaya's chest one by one.
Soon after, her breathing became rapid, and transparent sweat appeared on her forehead. Her soft hands went all the way down from his shoulders, not touching any other place except there.
"There is something missing." Miss Jingxia reminded.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri pretended not to hear.
"She is shy." Fujiwara Izaya explained.
"Ah~" Miss Jingxia sighed softly, and said with regret: "Even if I am far away, I can still feel the warmth. And judging from the outline, the master is too powerful. Why don't you let Jingxia help you?"
Bar!"
"No need!" Kasahara Fuka-Eri said coldly.
Seeing the murderous look in her eyes, Fujiwara Izaya quickly said: "She has the final say at home."
"That's such a pity..." Miss Jingxia swallowed reluctantly.
Judging from this customer's muscular body and the size of his lower body, he has a 100% perfect body. It would be a pity not to be able to suck him.
The next thirty minutes were a long journey.
On Fujiwara Izaya's muscular body, there are hills and plateaus, forests and springs. Kasahara Fuka-Eri enjoys it with her eyes, confirms it with her fingertips, touches it lightly with her nose tip under a semi-coercive and semi-voluntary situation... After the massage
Finally, she took a short rest, wiped the sweat on her forehead with a towel, and still had a small piece of unmelted ice in her mouth.
Fujiwara Izaya sat cross-legged on the mat and took a few deep breaths.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri winked at him.
"Miss Jingxia, can you go out for a while?" Fujiwara Izaya turned to ask Jingxia, "My wife and I have some things to do. If you are here, she won't be able to let go?"
What do the two couples have to do?
Of course Miss Jingxia knows.
Although she was unwilling to do so, she could only leave first.
Kasahara Fukae flipped off the air mattress, walked to the window, pulled the string on the window, and opened the heavy curtains. The rain stopped at some point, and the gorgeous night view of Tokyo poured light into the room.
The colored lights on Tokyo Tower, the roads on the highway, the headlights of cars, the window lights of high-rise buildings, and colorful neon lights all combine to form the unique light of a metropolis and illuminate the room.
Fujiwara Izaya lay on his side and looked at her by the window.
Because she was sweating, the pleasant fragrance of her body spread through the night wind. Her skin also became extremely rosy, and under the neon light, it was as tender as if it was dripping with water. And her pair of black stockings, because they were stained with
Because of the essential oil, it becomes shiny and shiny.
The wind became stronger. She calmed her breathing while pressing her hand against the long hair of the character that was blown by the wind. With her half-raised right hand, the sleeve of the maid uniform was turned up, revealing her fair and slender reflective forearm.
.
"Fuka-Eri." he called.
"You seem to have forgotten our mission here." Kasahara Fuka-Eri said coldly.
Fujiwara Izaya walked towards her, stopped behind her, and his voice became as gentle as the clouds in the sky: "I have never forgotten it. Whether it is entering the ninth class, taking you back to Shenyin Town, or saying
I coaxed you into the couple's cafe just to melt you."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri turned around, sat on the windowsill, and glanced at him with clear eyes.
Under the color of the neon lights, the boy's skin was particularly beautiful, and his cheeks were burning with vitality. He smiled honestly at himself, and the innocent smile made her lips relax involuntarily.
After looking at each other for a while, Fujiwara Izaya opened his hand.
"What?" Kasahara Fuka-Eri asked coldly.
"Free hug." Fujiwara Izaya patted the air with both hands, telling her that you're welcome and just give her a hug.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri sighed deeply.
"If you want a hug, hurry up." She said resignedly.
"This doesn't look like you?"
"I'm mentally prepared."
"That's right. Let me state it first. We are about to enter the period of passionate love. It's too late to regret. This is your 'destined'."
His English pronunciation has the flavor of the Meiji era... Kasahara Fuka-Eri muttered a little inwardly.
"My what?" she repeated knowingly.
"Destined!" Fujiwara Izaya repeated mischievously. He opened his hands and gently wrapped his arms around her slender waist. He leaned his nose close and sniffed the delicate fragrance in her hair. It was from the maple leaves soaked by the rain.
Taste, elegant and noble unique taste.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri sighed for the second time and grabbed his hand impatiently: "Don't touch it..."
As soon as she opened her mouth, Fujiwara Izaya smiled.
The female police officer's voice was a little hoarse.
The face that used to be cold now has a bit of shyness and cuteness.
Her face was a little red, and the moment the wind blew her hair, her expression was as moving as if she was listening to her boyfriend tell a little secret between the two of them. This fleeting style is really fascinating, and I have to admit that her breasts are
It's really big and full.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri stopped talking.
As if she was angry, or as if she was too embarrassed to face him face to face, she turned around with a cold face and continued to look at the bright Tokyo night view outside the window with an expressionless face.
Putting his arm around her waist from behind, Fujiwara Izaya looked out the window with her.
In front of you is the bright Shinjuku, to the right is the equally brightly lit Ikebukuro, and to the left is the large park near Shibuya. In the countless windows of countless buildings, there are countless individual secrets hidden. In such a huge city
In the city, those secrets seem small, but precious.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's eyelashes trembled slightly.
The eyes reflecting the lights are like the lake water in the evening glow, twinkling and blurred.
The temperature in the young man's palm penetrated the thin stockings like fire, burning the skin of her thighs... She remembered that afternoon at the waterfall in Mishan, Fujiwara Izaya was wearing only his underwear and washing in the water, with that high-spirited look.
, a bit cute and childish.
I remember the grand wedding that day.
I remember the change in his title from Miss Kasahara to Miss Fuka-Eri to Fuka-Eri.
All this happened in a short period of time, so short that she didn't even have time to react, and she was held in his arms by the lake. The tip of her nose was filled with his clean and refreshing breath, which was the same as the air of Yushan.
Completely consistent, it makes people feel as happy as the breeze in spring and the sunshine in winter.
"Fuka-Eri." Fujiwara Izaya gently rubbed her belly with his fingertips.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's body couldn't help but tense up.
Just like the ice that never melts in the depths of the Antarctic continent all year round, there is no burning heat that Shiranui should have.
"Fuka-Eri." Fujiwara Izaya kissed her hair with his lips and whispered softly in her ear.
His voice was as gentle as the wind blowing on the title page.
"Um……"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri responded.
His body was trembling slightly. This feeling could not be said to be uncomfortable. On the contrary, it was a feeling of unprecedented pleasure.
Fujiwara Izaya gently turned her face around. Her face was lightly powdered, and her makeup was neither too heavy nor too dull, just right. The slight bulge under her eyes had a soft and natural arc, and her lips, which were painted with lipstick, were full and soft.
The woman's body temperature, soft touch, and heart-warming expression made Fujiwara Izaya unable to help but move closer to her moist lips.
"……no."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's whole body went limp in his arms, but she reached out to cover her lips.
The twinkling eyes conveyed the message, "The relationship between you and me is not enough for a kiss." She seemed to have forgotten the fact that the two of them were obviously married.
"Obviously she's married..." Fujiwara Izaya said softly, face to face with her.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked at his dark eyes, looking at her own shadow: "Wait a little longer..."
"It's not impossible, I have patience anyway." Fujiwara Izaya gently rubbed her cheek, feeling the delicate skin, "You can't run away anyway, there is plenty of time... I can
I can hold you in my arms at any time, hold hands with you at any time, and can do many things with you."
Bidige
"For example?" Kasahara Fuka-Eri had a hint of joy in her eyes.
"Have a baby..."
"Pah——"
After receiving a light slap on the face, Fujiwara Izaya's expression did not change.
"Anyway, we are a married couple in the God of Yuanjie. No matter how I tease you, it is legal...I suddenly remembered something. Please put on the handcuffs when you are on duty tomorrow, okay? Put on the police uniform, you use the handcuffs
Relying on ourselves, we will play our true colors..."
Weird words.
The warm breath, the softness of her cheeks, the feeling of being pressed against her buttocks, all kinds of unprecedented experiences penetrated Kasahara Fukaeri's heart. She was a woman who didn't know how to fall in love. She didn't know how to respond for a while, she just felt soft.
She leaned in his arms and listened to his heartbeat.
I don't know how long it took.
The two of them kept talking by the window, and Kasahara Fuka-Eri would change her posture in about ten minutes. Either she would cross her arms and look at Fujiwara Izaya, or lie lazily on his shoulder, or sit down.
On the window sill, her beautiful calves were swaying in boredom. Occasionally, Fujiwara Lin would raise her legs to his waist and ask her to use her legs to hold his waist.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri will definitely not be like that.
Even though her legs were raised, she didn't scold her. Her expression was less cold than before, and more elegant and lazy with the charm of Mrs. Kasahara. Occasionally she would add a sentence or two, and her tone was different from usual. Those two
Pian's lips, which have always been taciturn, are now as rosy and bright as that of a young girl, and her eyes exude a graceful radiance.
"How do you plan to test this Miss Jingxia?"
"Why should I test her?"
"...If you don't want to test me, why did you go to all the trouble to come here?"
"Oh, I asked Kagami to attach it to the small makeup mirror in her backpack." Fujiwara Izaya smiled proudly, "These fox girls will definitely not be able to get the news out of their mouths. Instead of interrogating them with lies, it is better to track them down."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's eyes froze slightly: "Only by coming here can Kagami follow her?"
"Of course not, Mirror Girl is so powerful, she can hide in any place with a mirror. For example, the rearview mirror of a car, the glass of a street shop, the water on the road, reflective metal zipper buttons, etc...
Theoretically, Mirror Princess can track anyone at any time."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri took a deep breath.
Her cheeks puffed up angrily. In Fujiwara Izaya's opinion, she had a very cute contrast in this posture.
"You just tricked me into this on purpose, right?" She pinched Fujiwara Izaya's neck and asked.
"Yes, I just wanted to trick you in." Fujiwara Izaya admitted bluntly, "If you want to move Fuka-Eri's heart, you can't do anything but be silly and gentle. You have to use some evil tricks to get close to you.
Just contact. Be proud on the outside and calmly plan in the heart. This is my way of falling in love."
"It's over." Kasahara Fuka-Eri's legs slipped from his waist and her feet hit the ground.
Fujiwara Izaya still held her waist with his hands, his eyes could only be level with the tip of her nose, and he said with a leisurely smile: "But this is also a temporary decision, not a deliberate idea. I hope you can believe this."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked at the boy who was half a head shorter than herself, with a faint smile on her lips.
Although the arc of her smile was very small, it could be seen that she was not angry, probably because she was used to his behavior.
"I don't want to know why, but I think you're basically not an honest person."
I'm not even a human being... Fujiwara Izaya asked sincerely: "Can you make me more honest?"
"How can I make you honest?"
"I listen to my wife the most." Fujiwara Izaya said as if revealing a secret.
"Then, you should listen to me." Kasahara Fuka-Eri suddenly admitted her identity, held his shoulders with both hands, and ordered: "After hugging him for so long, it's time to let go."
The wind blew from the gaps in the tall buildings, blowing her long orange hair.
"What did you say? I can't hear you clearly." Fujiwara Izaya held her waist lovingly, just like he would hold a warm quilt when lying in bed on a winter morning, "The wind is too strong, I hold you, it will keep you warm.
.”
"How long do you want to hold me?" Kasahara Fuka-Eri pushed his shoulders with both hands.
"If possible, it would be best to stay until the end of the world." Fujiwara Izaya pulled her hands down, placed them between their chests, and asked softly: "Is Fuka-Eri willing?"
"...We'll talk about it later." Kasahara Fukae replied calmly.
"I'll wait for you." Fujiwara Izaya whispered, his fingertips slowly combing the hair on his forehead.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked at his fingers.
Those slender and powerful fingertips wandered up and down the orange hair. Not long ago, these fingers had been playing with her black strands.
"Pah——"
The door opened.
Miss Jingxia walked in and sniffed.
She didn't smell any peculiar smell, but the young couple in front of her were hugging each other intimately at the window anyway. She didn't think much and said, "Master, the time has come. Do you need to add the clock?"
Just as Fujiwara Izaya was about to answer "plus", Kasahara Fuka-Eri said first: "Check out!"
Miss Jingxia looked at her young husband.
"My wife has the final say at home."
Fujiwara Izaya let go of Fuka-Eri's soft body and stretched out contentedly.
After paying the bill, the two walked out of the Couple's Cafe. In Higashi-Shinjuku in the early morning, the big neon signs were still flashing, and there were only garbage and no people on the streets. It seemed that the quietness of the urban night in the second half of the night had arrived here.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri put on a hip-hugging skirt and walked on the empty road in high heels.
Tonight's surveillance mission ended here. Before leaving, Fujiwara Izaya stood in front of her and looked at Kasahara Fuka-Eri with a rare serious look: "I have something to confess to you."
"What?"
"Riho and Meiji both have objections to you." He said, "You have occupied my time every night for a month. They are somewhat dissatisfied and are preparing to jointly file a lawsuit against you."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked a little embarrassed.
"Okay, it's just a joke, they are not that stingy." Fujiwara Izaya laughed again, "Do you want to go back to Asakusa Shrine? When you get up tomorrow, I will fry hot eggs and make delicious sandwiches for you.
By the way, do you want fully cooked omelette or runny egg?"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri pondered for a moment: "It's fully cooked, but Asuka likes to eat runny eggs."
"I understand, I will make all of you sisters satisfied." Fujiwara Izaya waved his hand, hummed a song, hailed a taxi and left.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri returned to the surveillance car.
He leaned his forehead on the steering wheel and took a few deep breaths.
A strange feeling that she had never felt before suddenly came over her, almost shattering her thoughts.