After dancing, Fujiwara Izaya and Yukino Riho returned to the sofa.
There were several directors of the Onmyo Residence talking here. Mrs. Kasahara pretended to be an authentic social butterfly and smiled through the folding fan. When she saw Fujiwara Izaya approaching, a smile appeared on her stunning and beautiful face.
In this lively atmosphere, some people can never calm down.
"I'm going out to get some air."
Fujiwara Izaya said hello.
"Come back quickly, Rinko hasn't danced yet." Mrs. Hoshimi said with a smile.
"Mom~"
Hoshimi Rinko buried her head on her mother's shoulder.
"I'm going to check out the situation everywhere." Fujiwara Izaya walked out of the banquet hall.
The wind mixed with sea water blew onto my face instantly, and I felt much refreshed.
The interior of this cruise ship is still lively. Outside the cruise ship, there is only water everywhere, either sea water or rain. The cruise ship is swaying in the waves, and the iron chains on the ship's side are rattling. From time to time, there is a dull sound of something collapsing in the distance.
sound.
The storm continues on the raging sea, and a scent quietly floats, dominating the entire darkness.
The smoky cold smell.
Fujiwara Izaya walked along the aisle along the side of the ship.
The howling wind was soaked with the chill of the autumn night.
My vision was blurred by the heavy rain, and the orange lights on the guardrail were like signposts guiding the direction.
"Woo——"
The cry of whales can be heard in the distance, and the roar is dull and distant.
During the torrential rain, white water splashed on the sea, and sound waves rang out in the sky that shook the air.
Fujiwara Izaya looked outside.
The heavy rain flowing down the wet glass windows reflected the lights of the ship, like shining golden beads.
The seawater rushing onto the deck formed a torrent and washed over his feet. He did not hold an umbrella and felt the rainwater flowing in from his cheeks and into his body, but he still stood against the wind and rain.
It's not that I want to fight against the storm.
On the contrary, at this moment, he felt the restlessness in his heart towards nature, and had an indescribable sense of closeness.
Feeling the endless rain, Fujiwara Izaya was constantly thinking in his mind.
It has been two days since the ship came out. If you think about it, something will happen tonight. What kind of means has my aunt prepared to hold back the two chairman of the board? Whether it is people from the fox tribe or the ghost tribe.
He knew... where he would be and what kind of actions he would take were unknown, so he had to prepare in advance.
After this incident, life should have undergone tremendous changes.
Fujiwara Izaya believes that in the future, he will face relationships, rebellion, hatred, love and everything more intuitively. But no matter what, the education he received since childhood will prevent him from abandoning lofty principles without fear.
Act accordingly.
"What are you doing standing there stupidly?"
Kawashima Miji's voice came from this side of the corridor.
Fujiwara Izaya turned around and looked over. In the small door in front of him, a face as beautiful as a rose appeared. She hid in the lighting range of the door light, staring at him unblinkingly with her bright and passionate eyes.
Haven't had time to say hello yet.
The fragrance of Mrs. Meiji has already spread in front of me.
Just like walking on the path at night and smelling the fragrance before seeing the flowers.
On the increasingly chilly autumn night, she wore a thin purple strapless dress, the skirt of which was blown by the wind, and her bright black hair, like a waterfall, was blown behind her.
"Of course I'm waiting for you." Fujiwara Izaya walked towards her.
The door light was warm and yellow, illuminating her.
Those round and small shoulders, soaked in the cool night air, showed a pink luster.
"The two chairmen won't take you to play?" Kawashima Meiji asked, tilting her head slightly.
Fujiwara Izaya immediately replied: "Obviously I was waiting for you until I got impatient."
Kawashima Miji snorted, with a slight smile on her face.
Because of the strong wind, her dress was blown close to her body.
Her firm chest, slender waist, and straight and slender legs are all more conspicuous than usual.
Like a flower hiding in the dark and showing its beauty, she transformed into the essence of beauty in Fujiwara Izaya's eyes.
More realistic than dreams and clearer than the future.
Fujiwara Izaya stepped through the door and hugged her.
Regardless of the risk, right now he just wants to play comfortably with his wife.
The pouring rain was blocked by the shed, and the head was crackling as I thought.
Countless splashes of rain and mist filled the narrow forest stretching from north to south like droplets. Although the rain hit his trouser legs from time to time, he felt extremely warm holding Mrs. Mei Kee in his arms.
Kawashima Miji held him with one hand and wiped the rain off his face with a handkerchief with the other hand.
Occasionally, he would look up at the sky outside, twitching his nostrils, and detecting unknown dangers. Fujiwara Izaya didn't care about so much, and just held his breath and cuddled up to her.
in the dark.
They could feel each other's hot and moist breaths.
Leaning against each other and listening to the sound of rain and noise in their ears, Fujiwara Izaya felt extremely nostalgic.
"It would be great if you were always so good." Kawashima Miji held his chin.
Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but smile: "Didn't I behave well before?"
"You and Guaiyi don't get along!" Kawashima Meiji said coquettishly, and then said with a smile, "How about I give you a chance to show off tonight?"
"Now!" Fujiwara Izaya pulled her back.
Lights illuminate the aisles from the rain.
The wind blew in waves, causing ripples on the water's surface, shining with scales.
The heavy rain fell in different places, making various noises, and Kawashima Miji became very playful. She took off her high heels, held them in her hands, and stepped on the water with her stockinged feet, causing splashes along the way.
The wet skirt clung to her body. She held the hem of the skirt with one hand and used her feet to rub the water on Fujiwara Izaya's feet from time to time.
The two of them did not go back to the room, but got into a utility room halfway.
Moist air drifted in from the dirty debris.
The door was unlocked, and Miki Kawashima was sitting on a table, with one of her splayed feet leaning against the door with her toes. Fujiwara Izaya put one high-heeled shoe on her other foot, leaving the other high-heeled shoe on.
It fell to the dusty floor. The curve of the leather on the toe of the shoe was as smooth as any part of her body.
The lightning and thunder became more and more intense.
The utility room was steaming with steam, and both of them were covered in sweat.
Kawashima Miji's dark curly hair hangs down her back, and her bare arms are very slender.
"Bitch," she cursed breathlessly, "you're really strong!"
"Madam, don't move." Fujiwara Izaya supported one of her legs, "I want to work harder."
"I really admire you. You are indeed a tengu."
"The same goes for you, your body is really edible. You are indeed a spider!"
"Bite you to death."
Kawashima Miji bit him on the neck.
The sharp teeth penetrated the skin and drank a large mouthful of blood.
Fujiwara Izaya still drank enough from her.
For him, blood is a renewable resource, but for Mrs. Meiji, the blood of the royal family is a great tonic. The bride herself is the kind of monster with hunting genes. When her emotions are high, she will be unable to control her instinctive thoughts.
If you want to suck him, Fujiwara Izaya will not refuse such a fragrant and comfortable scene.
After a while.
Kawashima Miji raised her face, looked at him and smiled, as pale as the last ray of light on the ocean tide in the evening.
She opened her arms and showed a "whatever you want" look.
"How was your chat with auntie?" Fujiwara Izaya helped her waist again.
"Ah!" Miji Kawashima, who was sitting upright, leaned back slightly, "I thought you wouldn't ask."
"I'd definitely be curious."
"Yeah~"
This cooing sound was like a feather, tickling Fujiwara Izaya's ears.
Kawashima Miji suddenly held his shoulders with both hands and exhaled softly: "Tie me up."
"?" Fujiwara Izaya blinked.
At the same time, a white thread came out from between the couple and hovered around her body.
The flexible spider silk first wrapped her hands behind her back, and then wrapped it around the ground. The technique was very subtle, and the knots were connected to each other. Then the silk thread was wrapped around her back and in front of her body, along her chest.
The outline of the front was wrapped several times to make it look more straight. Finally, one end of the silk thread was tied to one of her calves, and the other end was wrapped around the ceiling fan hook on the roof, lifting one of her feet high.
Fujiwara Izaya's eyes widened when he saw it.
Mrs. Mei Kee, who has always been shy between husband and wife, has never been so bold.
"I'll reward you this time."
Kawashima Miji said with a slightly breathless voice.
The gorgeous dress, like the most beautiful butterfly, half-covered her snow-white skin.
Fujiwara Izaya hugged her body and pressed his lips against hers.
Kawashima Meiji clasped her hands behind her back and trembled with one leg: "I was tempted by Li Zi's words."
"That's it..." Fujiwara Izaya smelled the sweat on her body and kissed her slender and white jade neck, "If your heart is moved, just be moved. She won't plot against you anyway..."
Kawashima Miji raised her neck.
The beautiful little mouth is half-opened, and the breath is hot.
The charming elasticity of her abdomen was like a flower blooming from flesh, which seduced Izaya Fujiwara into a twisted feeling. At this time, Mrs. Meiji's mind was firmly occupied by him, with a subtle lightning-like feeling.
Passing things between two people... is a sweet experience that will never be forgotten.
"Kuriko wants Tamamo Mae's body."
"I want it too."
"What?"
"...I also want my aunt to have Tamamo-mae's body."
Kawashima Miji turned her pretty face to that side and catered to him: "Foxes and tengu go well together."
"Can you be jealous at this time?" Fujiwara Izaya teased her.
Kawashima Miji turned to him and trembled.
It was as if an electric current hit my forehead instantly.
Her snow-like skin was covered with fine beads of sweat, her pretty face was flushed, and she looked indescribably confused and seductive.
A thin spider silk swayed in the air.
The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and occasionally people would run by in a hurry. Two security guards patrolled here with flashlights. One of them looked curiously at the utility room, his face almost touching the glass.
"There seems to be some movement inside."
"Don't be ridiculous. There are all big people on this ship. Who would come to the dirty utility room?"
"But I really heard a woman's cry."
"Maybe it's the spider lady's temptation. As soon as you step in, you'll fall into her web."
"If you want to say this, I won't be sleepy anymore..."
The sound of footsteps gradually faded away.
Kawashima Miji held in her breath for a long time before letting it out heavily.
"Huh~"
"Scared me to death~"
Fujiwara Izaya hugged her waist, savoring the softness of her waist, and buried his face in her neck.
"Let me take a break." Kawashima Meiji shrank as if she was ticklish.
“It smells so good.”
"Not as fragrant as your Kasahara mother."
"Have you smelled it?"
"I haven't smelled it." Kawashima Miji smiled and controlled the spider silk to loosen it, "But if she doesn't smell good, why do you scream so happily for her mother?"
"Mother-in-law." Fujiwara Izaya held her little hand.
There were circles of strangulation marks on both delicate wrists, which was shocking to see.
"This is great," Fujiwara Izaya pressed his lips against hers and kissed her palm, "Is this really the only way you can reward me?"
"uh-huh?"
Kawashima Miji used her nose to make seductive sounds.
The loose dress half covered her body, gorgeous and extravagant.
"Do you agree?" Fujiwara Izaya buried his face in her hands and asked.
"No promise, no promise..." Kawashima Miji squeezed his face with both hands.
Fujiwara Izaya raised his face: "I'm going to be hard."
"You want to beat me into submission?" Kawashima Miji's voice was waxy and her eyes were misty.
The lips suddenly pressed together.
Then, Kawashima Miji let out a whine of protest.
Her hands gradually folded on Fujiwara Izaya's body, her hair fell down, covering Fujiwara Izaya's hair, and her beautiful lips overlapped Fujiwara Izaya's lips. Her face lost all thoughts, and
There was only complete relaxation and an inseparable attachment between her and Fujiwara Izaya.
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In a room somewhere, Xia Xili finished taking a shower and carefully combed her hair in front of the bathroom mirror.
She put on pantyhose, a silk shirt, and then put on a jet black rubber coat again. Standing in front of the body-sized mirror at the door, she turned her body to make sure that her outfit was impeccable.
Doesn’t this look a bit like Fuka-Eri?
She remembered this question.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri is like a cold sharp knife, calm and sexy, and matches well with the rubber suit.
"Forget it, I'm not a righteous female police officer..." Xia Xili shrugged, picked up the small key ring on the table with her fingertips, and left the room.
The thin heels of the high heels were filled with water.
A smile appeared on Xia Xili's lips.
He held the remote control tightly in his hand, confirmed the hardness and weight, and walked into the cabin.
It was stormy outside, but bustling inside.
Restaurants, casinos, bars...everywhere is full of people.
Everyone who saw her looked at her with disbelief, but she didn't care. Just like a model standing on the Paris Fashion Week stage, she straightened her back and walked forward in stride.
.The short hair swayed beside the ears.
There was still a smile on the corners of Xia Xili's straight mouth.
People looked at her excitedly from their respective positions. It is a beautiful thing to see a beautiful woman with your own eyes.
What's more, she is still a young woman, wearing slender high heels, a sexy and mysterious rubber coat, and a smile on her lips. Anyone who doesn't see it must have something wrong with her.
Xia Xili walked into the casino with the most people.
A well-dressed middle-aged woman, wearing Givenchy sunglasses and a sparkling diamond ring, was staring at her.
Xia Xili jumped on a table.
The small iron ring was hooked on the fingertips, shaking in the air, and the remote control rotated quickly and slowly.
I do such things entirely out of my own thoughts... I don't expect to be forgiven, even if I die calmly with a smile on my face. But I will do my best until the last moment.
"Xiao Linye~" Xia Xili murmured.
Then she put her finger on the remote control, pressed it harder.
"Hoho——"
Male guests who didn't know the truth were making noises.
"boom--"
A violent explosion swept through the entire cruise ship in vain.