190. Want to become Mrs. Meiji's spider web (pulled out)
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The bright moon circles in the clouds, and the night air penetrates into the muscles and bones.
Mrs. Kasahara suddenly exhaled a puff of white smoke.
Because the wind stopped temporarily, the smoke circled around her, covering her plump figure.
Mrs. Hoshimi bent down and looked at her best friend's face with a smile: "Sister Himeko, how does it feel to be forced to drink by your son-in-law?"
Mrs. Kasahara gently licked the moist corner of her mouth, closed her eyes and thought about it: "It feels pretty good, I'll let you drink it next time."
"Really?" Fujiwara Izaya asked as he pushed away the smoke.
"You heartless guy, thanks to me being so cooperative with you, you actually want to play with Yako?" Mrs. Kasahara put on a sad expression, then knocked a cigarette stick on his forehead, and then took a few more puffs.
The smoke became thicker.
Fujiwara Izaya waved away all the smoke.
As his vision gradually became clearer and wider, he snatched the tobacco pouch from Mrs. Kasahara's hand and threw it outside the deck.
"Why should a good girl learn to smoke?"
After giving her a lesson, Fujiwara Izaya jumped up, slapped her butt and walked back to the cabin before she could get mad.
"It's because the moonlight is so beautiful that it makes me a little sentimental, so I want to take a bath... Goodbye, moms."
"How irresponsible!" Mrs. Kasahara shouted, "Are you going to leave us two weak women on the deck overnight?"
"Fujiwara-kun, you have to send mom back to her room." Mrs. Hoshimi said gently.
Fujiwara Izaya left without looking back.
He had two mothers, one was so noble and gorgeous that it was impossible to look directly at him, and the other was quiet and majestic. It was too uncomfortable for him to be trapped between their charms.
After entering the cabin, he immediately called Kawashima Meiji.
"Hello?"
"Come to my room."
"No, I'm playing cards with Riho Fuka-Eri."
"Either you come by yourself, or I go over there and join you three. It's your choice!"
"……asshole!"
After hanging up the phone, Kawashima Miji helplessly shook her head.
In the room, the three women had just finished bathing and were only wearing cool bathrobes.
"What's wrong?" Yukino Riho asked.
Kawashima Miji lied casually: "I'm hungry, I'm going to buy something to eat."
After that, she got out of bed, put on her slippers and went out.
The rooms of the four of them are connected together. When you go out and turn a corner, you will arrive at Fujiwara Izaya's room.
Probably knowing what would happen, Kawashima Meiji put hot water in the bathtub in advance, then opened the window and sat on the window sill.
As the night sea breeze blew, she looked at the vast night sky above the sea. After waiting for two minutes, Fujiwara Izaya quietly opened the door and walked in.
"Do you need to be sneaky when you go back to your room?"
Kawashima Miji's sarcastic voice came.
Fujiwara Izaya looked towards the window, his eyes suddenly became hot.
The elegant oval-faced beauty with a sharp mouth and a soft heart was sitting on the window sill wearing only a red nightgown, with the skirt loose. Her slender and plump legs stretched out from the skirt and were folded together seductively.
"Why did you call me here?" Kawashima Meiji asked him.
Fujiwara Izaya walked over with a bottle of brandy he just bought and said with burning eyes: "I want to get you drunk."
Looking at him with eyes like a red-hot iron, Kawashima Miji instantly felt that the soles of her feet were getting hot and sweating.
"Want to do something bad?" she asked with a smile.
The voice is sweet and greasy.
As Fujiwara Izaya got closer and closer, her heart beat faster and faster.
The white neck exposed outside the collar was slightly raised, becoming more charming and full of magic.
"Try it first." Fujiwara Izaya poured a glass of wine and came to the window sill.
Kawashima Miji glared at him and tilted her head back gracefully: "Feed me."
The scene of feeding Mrs. Kasahara just now appeared in his eyes, and Fujiwara Izaya's eyes became more intense. He held Kawashima Miji's chin, tilted the wine glass, and poured in the extremely high-alcohol brandy.
In the luxurious room, the sound of swallowing accompanied the sound of waves.
When the glass was about to be finished, Fujiwara Izaya removed the glass and quickly put his lips to it.
"Hmm~"
Kawashima Miji, who still had wine in her mouth, gave him some.
With moist lips and soft mouth, Fujiwara Izaya tasted the mellow spirit.
After they separated, Kawashima Miji was panting, holding his shoulders with her small hands, and showed a bright smile with difficulty: "Why are you so anxious..."
"I'm still very thirsty." Fujiwara Izaya hugged her waist.
Kawashima Miki sighed as if there was nothing he could do, reached out to pick up the wine glass he had just placed on the window sill, and took a sip gracefully. Then her little hand grabbed Fujiwara Izaya's collar and pointed it toward her
He pulled his face over and gave him another sip of wine.
She is so doting on her little husband.
Although the sea breeze blew their hair, only the stars and the moon could see their kiss surrounded by the breath of the sea.
"Still thirsty?"
"The more I drink, the thirstier I become."
"How can I quench my thirst?" Kawashima Meiji asked softly.
Her lips were wet, and her eyes seemed to be filled with sweet wine, which made people intoxicated.
"Let's drink somewhere else." Fujiwara Izaya hugged her down.
Kawashima Meiji looked confused.
Her skin is as smooth and delicate as a girl's, her waist is slender, and her legs are slender and sexy. With her hands around Fujiwara Izaya's neck, her neck naturally tilts back, and her chest naturally puffs out, showing that she is slender yet slim.
Plump figure.
The room lights went out.
The silvery white moonlight shines in through the window, coating the bed with a silvery glow.
They hugged each other so tightly that there was no gap between their skins.
Kawashima Miji frowned and her eyelashes trembled.
Her appearance is stunning and gorgeous, her expression cannot be said to be one of pleasure or pain, and she is extremely charming.
On the surface, Mrs. Meiji shows an elegant and elegant manner that is intellectual and charming; in private, Mrs. Meiji generally prefers pure beauty. She is always a little reserved at first, but gradually becomes confused.
It is precisely because she is so cute and beautiful that she can bring Fujiwara Izaya an unparalleled sense of accomplishment and satisfaction.
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The room became quiet, only the gentle sound of the waves echoed in my ears.
"Are you still thirsty, madam?" Fujiwara Izaya asked in her ear.
Kawashima Meiji leaned slightly sideways and rested her head on his shoulder: "I wasn't thirsty in the first place. You are the only one who is thirsty."
His voice was lazy and gentle, his face was crimson, and his dewy look made even a woman's heart flutter when she saw him.
Fujiwara Izaya combed her sweat-dampened hair with his hands.
"By the way, I have a question..." Kawashima Meiji asked lazily in a low voice, "What's the matter with you? Forget being anxious, your energy is still there..."
Perhaps because she had exerted too much energy just now, her voice was a little unclear.
Fujiwara Izaya hugged her hard: "Mrs. Meiji is the strongest medicine."
In the bright moonlight, Kawashima Meiji rolled her eyes at him.
She took Fujiwara Izaya's hand, put her hand on his palm, and intertwined her fingers with his.
Fujiwara Izaya turned his head and looked at her.
Their faces were so close that the tips of their noses were almost touching.
"Did you miss another woman just now?" Mrs. Mei Ke asked with a smile.
Fujiwara Izaya was not stupid, so how could he be fooled? He immediately slapped her on the butt: "You forgot how you begged for mercy just now, right?"
"Just thinking about begging for mercy just now, I realized that you were unusually arrogant..." Kawashima Miji's voice became cute, innocent and elusive.
"That's it, then let's do it gently?"
"Huh?"
"Don't you want to?"
Kawashima Meiji said nothing.
Her slender arms, like two flexible arms, hooked Fujiwara Izaya's neck and kissed him with her lips.
Their cheeks and lips were close together, feeling each other's tenderness and exchanging feelings. Fujiwara Izaya hugged her tightly, waist to waist, and all the unknown dangers lingering in his mind disappeared without a trace.
Kawashima Miji suddenly pushed him away and got out of bed with a smile.
Humming a brisk song, she gathered up the scattered clothes on the floor and walked to the bathroom.
"My whole body is sweating. I'm going to take a shower. Don't touch me tonight..."
"Taking a shower right after drinking alcohol can easily cause cerebral hemorrhage!"
"It doesn't matter, I'm an old woman anyway."
"Exercise again and go to the bar."
"No, my whole body is covered in sweat, how uncomfortable it is..."
No matter how tired Kawashima Meiji is, the first thing she does after returning home is to take a shower.
She is very particular about this.
However, in the current situation, it can obviously be washed later.
Fujiwara Izaya is 100% sure that she is trying to catch him.
"You stay outside, don't come in." Kawashima Miji put the clothes in the laundry basket at the bathroom door, and then slammed the door.
Lying in the bathtub full of hot water.
A warm feeling permeated the whole body, and the fatigue just caused dissipated from every pore.
"Huh~"
Kawashima Meiji closed her eyes in contentment.
Less than a minute later, footsteps were heard outside.
A lazy smile appeared on her lips, thinking to herself, I know you won't stay out honestly.
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Fujiwara Izaya leaned on the bedside boredly.
There was a gurgling sound of hot water overflowing from the bathtub in the bathroom. As he listened, he suddenly had the idea of bathing with her. It was not like he and Mrs. Meiji had never bathed together, but she always hid here and there, shrinking.
She remained motionless in the corner of the bathtub, waiting for Fujiwara Izaya to finish washing before she went out.
Maybe this time I can use hard work to make her bolder.
Fujiwara Izaya walked towards the bathroom.
Passing by the laundry rack, he glanced inside.
There were lace underwear folded under her nightgown, with his at the bottom. Even though she was in a guest room on a cruise ship, she still maintained the same habit as at home, folding all the clothes she took off neatly.
The detail of hiding her panties at the bottom is enough to show her cuteness.
Fujiwara Izaya put his ear against the bathroom door. After hearing that there was no movement inside, he quietly opened the door.
No matter how shy she would be later, he would hug her arrogantly, scold and teach her like the head of the family, and make her submissive under the bright light... With this mood, he broke into the bathroom.
In the hot air, Kawashima Miji rested her head on the edge of the bathtub, as if she was asleep.
With smooth and soft skin, immersed in the warm hot water, she is the most lively and attractive when she is defenseless. She is not nervous or reserved, and has no sense of resistance, as if she is lightly hypnotized. She is so relaxed and docile.
Her gesture was so beautiful that it naturally showed her complete trust and attachment to Fujiwara Izaya, and she was filled with love for him when she saw him.
However, as soon as he approached the bathtub, Kawashima Miji suddenly opened his eyes.
She stretched out her hand and cursed with a smile: "Get out, or I will call the police!"
Fujiwara Izaya didn't stop him, and let her splash him in the face, then licked the corner of his mouth as if aftertaste: "It tastes good, you can eat it."
"I'll let you drink the footbath next time." Kawashima Miji sat in the bathtub and laughed so hard that she couldn't stand up straight.
"Is this time good?" Fujiwara Izaya walked towards the bathtub.
"Dah ah ah ah~" Kawashima Miki smiled sweetly, holding a towel in front of her chest with both hands, covering her body as much as possible. Fujiwara Izaya looked at her from a bird's eye view, her graceful figure and
The plump and beautiful legs are looming in the water.
When Fujiwara Izaya came closer, she kicked off her legs, causing a ball of water to fall at Fujiwara Izaya's feet.
"Last warning!"
"Sorry, I am the master. Don't make mistakes, little shikigami." Fujiwara Izaya got into the bathtub.
The bathtub, which was already full of water, overflowed with half of the hot water.
Kawashima Miji immediately turned around and left her smooth back to him: "Help me wipe my back."
"Lazy guy..."
While mumbling, Fujiwara Izaya grabbed the towel she was covering her chest.
Kawashima Meiji cursed "bastard", puffed out her cheeks, turned around and glared at her young husband, and then immediately crossed her hands to cover her chest: "The biggest mistake I made in my life was to take the initiative to strike up a conversation with you that day in Yin Yangliao.
"
"On the contrary, my greatest luck was that I went to Onnyangryo that day." Fujiwara Izaya proudly wiped her back with a towel.
"snort!"
Kawashima Meiji wrinkled her nose cutely, and then turned back in embarrassment.
She is such a thin-skinned spider, even if they are married, she will still be shy when naked. Sometimes when she is taking a bath, Fujiwara Rin will pretend not to walk into the bathroom to wash her face, use the toilet, etc. She won't
She protested loudly, but she blushed and grabbed the edge of the bathtub and stared at him cutely, like an angry little kitten.
Mrs. Mei Kee is so cute.
In front of outsiders, she is a resolute empress and a mysterious and noble Asakusa shrine maiden; at home, she is just the arrogant lady of the mountain god.
"There is a towel next to you and you don't take it, but you take mine, bad!" With Fujiwara Izaya rubbing his back, Kawashima Miki supported her chin with one hand, keeping her obedient posture still, and turned the topic to the other side to resolve the issue.
She felt ashamed in her heart: "Li Zi contacted me just now and said she would not get on the ship until tomorrow."
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
"What else did she say?"
"She said she has not had a good appetite recently and asked me to have dinner with her tomorrow night."
"Well...be careful, don't let her take advantage of you." Fujiwara Izaya said, "That guy is so hateful. Wait until I catch her and see how I deal with her."
Kawashima Miji hit him with the back of her head: "She is your aunt!"
Fujiwara Izaya's hand slid down to her waist, and she smiled and twisted away: "What do you think my aunt is planning? According to my guess, she must be helping you in her own way. Don't doubt it.
As I said, the way she looks at you is so infatuated and crazy. As a woman, I know this kind of look too well... maybe even I don't like you as much as she does."
"There is no distinction between liking this kind of thing." Fujiwara Izaya pinched her slender waist, "But can you women really accurately judge who likes whom?"
"Uh-huh, of course." Kawashima Meiji raised the corners of her mouth in contentment.
"Then do you know how many people look at you like that?"
"There are so many men that you can't believe it. Whether they are politicians and businessmen who go to the Empress to have fun, or mage monks at the regular meetings of Yin Yang Lao, too many men look at me like that. And don't you too? You can't refute this, right?
But you have the heart and courage to catch me."
She was talking happily, and her calves began to sway in the bathtub.
There were gentle ripples on the water's surface.
"It's obviously your spider web that trapped me." Fujiwara Izaya's hand holding the towel moved down along her spine and poked her tailbone like a prank.
"ah--"
Kawashima Meiji screamed instantly.
His body subconsciously leaned back and directly placed Fujiwara Izaya's hand underneath.
The location is just right.
Fujiwara Izaya put his other hand around her body and let her lean into his arms.
"You're restless again, aren't you..." Miji Kawashima sat on his hand, looking at the side of the bathtub, biting her lower lip with her teeth and humming: "We're talking about business, don't interrupt."
"You said, I'm listening."
"What should I do when I see Lizi tomorrow..." Kawashima Miji's face turned a seductive blush, "...should I take you there secretly?"
"No need. If she wants to see me, she will come to me naturally. If she doesn't want to see me, don't make it difficult for her. Did you bring the gift from God Inari last time? Just give it to her."
"Oh, I have that ring with me all the time. If you don't want to go, don't go. I'll try to find out her purpose..." Kawashima Miki gritted her teeth, and her entire body almost relied on Fujiwara Izaya's arms to support her center of gravity.
"If you can't ask, you can't blame me. After all, she is your aunt... You can't let me give in, right?"
Fujiwara Izaya just watched her little movements and said nothing.
The water surface is constantly surging.
Kawashima Meiji gritted her teeth and spoke with difficulty: "Will there be any conflict on the ship?"
Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head and brought his nose close to her neck: "Probably."
"Ha... uh, I can help you..." Kawashima Miji's body stiffened, "After all, I am also the Demon King, and so is the little spider. We work together very well..."
"I won't be polite if my wife is needed."
"We are husband and wife, and we must always advance and retreat together... If my aunt bullies me, you... also have to teach her a lesson."
"If she doesn't bully you, I will teach her a lesson."
Wrapped in the boy's arms, the woman, who was a peerless enchantress, worked hard to analyze the situation with him, her expression sometimes serious and sometimes charming. However, most of the time, she pursed her lips tightly and only made a simple nasal sound.
The new bride of the Empress is fighting against the terrifying giant tengu!
Not long after, Kawashima Miji cursed, and her body tensed back into a bow shape.
Adhering to the tradition of being tough-talking and keeping one's posture tight, Kawashima Miji gritted her teeth after saying "no" and planned to fight him to the death.
But not long after, she softly put up a white flag.
"I surrender!"
"I just like Mrs. Miji's tough-tongued look." Fujiwara Izaya proudly made faces at her.
With her body completely submerged in the water, Kawashima Miki's distracted eyes seemed to be looking back at her little husband unwillingly: "If you have the ability, go ahead and bully Riho..."
Fujiwara Izaya's face darkened.
Yuki-onna's physique is terrible, he needs to be stronger.
Kawashima Meiji secretly laughed inwardly and scolded with a delicate expression: "Why don't you hug me yet..."
"Let me dry you first." After saying that, Fujiwara Izaya took her out of the bathtub and let her sit on the edge of the bathtub against the wall. He used a dry towel to wipe the crystal clear skin of his wife who had become as weak as a baby.
of water droplets.
Kawashima Meiji is as quiet as a virgin and as docile as a puppy.
Enjoying her husband's tenderness, she put her hand on his head, stroked his hair with her fingers, and asked, "After taking a bath together, it feels good to treat your husband like a servant."
"I would like to be Mrs. Miji's puppy for the rest of my life." Fujiwara Izaya put on a bathrobe for her.
Kawashima Miji lifted his chin with her fingertips and stared at him with condescension and disdain: "You have always been a bitch!"
The red pajamas wrapped around her delicate skin after taking a bath, and her wet black hair was draped over her shoulders. Her figure was graceful and graceful. Fujiwara Izaya helped the Empress dry her hair, then put his arm around her waist and returned to the room.
Lying on the soft quilt, Kawashima Miki's hair was disheveled, and she curled up as closely as possible and leaned against Fujiwara Izaya.
Although her husband is still a teenager in appearance, she is already a fully mature woman. However, the difference in physique still makes her look very cute at this time.
Outside the window was an endless sea of stars, and his wife in his arms was so smooth and soft. Fujiwara Izaya was immersed in this rich and warm feeling and made a satisfied voice, "This is the true meaning of happiness."
"How happy are you?" Kawashima Meiji smiled like a flower.
"I woke up early on Monday morning, got dressed, washed, and prepared to go to school. I searched for a long time but couldn't find my textbooks and backpack, so I had to sit on the edge of the bed in a daze. But suddenly I realized that today is a legal holiday and I don't have to go to school... I am so happy.
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"This should be very painful." Kawashima Miji kept smiling and quietly put a hand on his waist, "I remember you said that the female class teacher in your school whose name is young and beautiful, you
I really like coming here.”
"..."
Fujiwara Izaya was speechless.
When Mrs. Meiji asked him about things at school, he casually mentioned the class teacher, which was just a description of no more than 10 words. She actually remembered it so seriously and clearly.
Too petty!
"Tell me, do you miss your teacher?" Kawashima Miji pressed her hands hard.
Fujiwara Izaya endured the pain: "I will go through the suspension of study procedures when I return to Tokyo!"
"Come on, what should you do if your mother blames you for dropping out of school?" Kawashima Miji let go of her hand, smiled and blew on his neck, "As a eldest lady, I don't want to leave a bad daughter-in-law in front of my mother.
impression."
"I really like Mrs. Miji." Fujiwara Izaya turned around and hugged her tightly.
"How much do you like it?"
"The spider web that wants to become Mrs. Mei Ke will be stepped on by you for the rest of its life."
"I pulled out the spider web."
"I want to be pulled out by you..."
"Don't say anything disgusting!"
"That's right, um, I'm so sleepy, let's sleep." Fujiwara Izaya closed his eyes.
Kawashima Miki got into his yukata and said coquettishly, "Sleep with Mrs. Miki in my arms." After Fujiwara Izaya came over with her arms, she felt the satisfaction and peace of being close to her little husband, and the corners of her mouth twitched.
He fell asleep with a happy smile.
The sun rose as usual the next day.
When Fujiwara Izaya woke up, it was almost eight o'clock.
Kawashima Miji was sleeping soundly.
He glanced at his wife, with the tip of his nose pressed against her hair, and his hands slipped from her waist, feeling the exquisite curves. Kawashima Meiji hummed in dissatisfaction and turned her back, like a cooked prawn.
Offer him the same reward.
After a while, she was so angry that she kicked him to the floor.
"If you sleep too much, you will turn into a pig!" Fujiwara Izaya laughed and cursed.
"You have to like me even if you become a pig..." Kawashima Miji murmured in her sleep.
"Okay, okay, I'll bring you breakfast and try to feed you into a spider pig." Fujiwara Izaya stretched himself out refreshed, washed up in the room and walked out at a leisurely pace, ready to go out.
Went to have breakfast buffet.
The moment he opened the door, Kasahara Fuka-Eri from the next room happened to come out.
She wore an elegant French white shirt with beautiful pleats on the collar and sleeves, and a high-waisted black skirt. Her most beautiful legs in the world were stingily hidden under the skirt.