On the large and spacious bed, Kawashima Miji frowned, clamped her smooth and slender legs together, and rubbed them gently.
"No~"
"Don't touch my butt—"
His hands were swinging feebly, as if resisting and struggling.
"...Fujiwara Izaya, stop!"
moment.
Kawashima Miji struggled violently for a few times, then waved her hands vigorously and knocked the alarm clock off the bedside table.
"Pa~"
The sound of the alarm clock hitting the floor woke her up from her nightmare.
It's almost evening.
The light in the room with the curtains drawn was dim.
Naked woman half lying on the bed.
There was a trace of transparent mucus hanging from the corner of his mouth, his face was red and confused, and he looked like he had been spoiled.
Stayed quietly for a while.
Her eyes gradually focused, and Kawashima Miji sat upright with her legs bent, her expression still very confused.
My whole body was so soft that I couldn't lift my strength, and there was a vague cold feeling between my legs. I reached out and touched it... My hands were sticky and embarrassing.
Something's wrong!
There was something wrong with that dream!
Kawashima Miji took a deep breath, gently hugged her legs, and rested her forehead on her knees.
What does the dream represent?
At the end of the dream, I scolded the other person for being self-righteous, and then the other person smiled like a rogue and said something like, "The little spider hasn't been trained yet," and then he attacked me.
The majestic empress had her butt touched!
What a shame——
And... Moreover, that voice is a bit familiar, and the appearance that Jun saw last time is a bit like Fujiwara Izaya. What is going on with that bastard?
As I thought about it, my mouth felt dry.
Kawashima Miji picked up the water glass on the bedside table and took a few sips slowly.
She held the cup in her hand without putting it down. She bit the rim of the cup with her lips, her brows always furrowed.
That was an erotic dream just now...ahhhh, you are going to die...Kawashima Miki!
Even if you really have desires, you shouldn't regard that little brat as an object of fantasy. There is nothing worthy of your fantasy about him...
Oh, by the way, just in case... Kawashima Miji suddenly had a doubt in her heart.
What if it's really like in the dream...
Fujiwara Izaya: He forced himself to do such shameful things just for his own pleasure. No matter how much he cried and begged for mercy, he remained unmoved. Wouldn't that make him feel humiliated and indulge in excitement at the same time?
According to humans, dreams are the manifestation of the desires in the heart.
Could it be that this mature body of mine is secretly looking forward to that kind of thing...
"Hey~~"
"Kawashima Miji, you are so shameless..."
Cursing herself in disgust, Kawashima Miji held the water glass and stared at it in a daze. On the transparent edge of the glass, there were bright red lip prints left by her red lips. The inner and outer sides were plump and bright and attractive.
people……
The more she stared at the tempting lip marks, the more she felt hot and hot all over and her breathing was not smooth.
My chest is hard.
My lower abdomen is also itching, as if there are many little spiders crawling inside, which makes me feel very uncomfortable.
no!
I can't continue to think about these things.
If this goes on, your body will become weirder and weirder!
Kawashima Miji rolled out of bed, ran barefoot across the living room, and went to the bathroom to wash the marks on her legs.
Comb your hair carefully in front of the mirror, put it into a bun, and secure it with a beautiful hairpin. Then trim your eyebrows with scissors, apply a thin layer of cream on your face, and then apply bright lipstick.
Purse your lips in front of the mirror and make sure the lipstick is evenly applied and covers every millimeter of skin.
Fujiwara Izaya is coming over tonight.
She must try her best to keep him here overnight as long as possible.
Then……
His broken shrine was demolished overnight.
In order to ensure that the plan was foolproof, Kawashima Meiji put a lot of thought into choosing clothes.
10D ultra-thin black garter stockings, paired with a pair of small lace-up underwear. The skirt is a high-waisted short skirt with slits. If the movement is a little wider, the entire side of the thigh can be directly exposed to the crotch. Since it is paired with a pair of lace-up underwear,
Wear underwear, so there won't be a large area of fabric blocking the area, and the skin can be shown most intuitively.
Men are such cheap things.
They like this leaky and provocative look.
After putting on the lower body, I chose a white silk shirt to wear on the upper body.
The material is light and soft, and adheres tightly to the skin like an onion film, making it particularly flattering.
After getting dressed, Miji Kawashima looked in the mirror and twisted her waist a few times to make the bra fit her body. While twisting, she thought to herself if her breasts were bigger, would they become a burden?
Stand in front of the mirror and look around to check the details on your face to make sure there are no problems.
Kawashima Miji then applied a thin layer of cream on her face and sprayed some rose-flavored perfume on her neck and wrists.
She has been playing human beings for many years since she came to Tokyo, and she has become more and more addicted to it. At least she can feel a full sense of happiness from spending a lot of time every day dressing herself up.
After everything was done, she still didn't leave the mirror.
Holding her cheeks with her hands, feeling the vitality and elasticity of her skin, Kawashima Miji continued to be intoxicated by her own beauty.
I am such a beautiful woman... So far, when she stands in front of the mirror and looks at herself, she has uttered this sigh at least tens of thousands of times, at least three times a day.
Very narcissistic.
But it doesn't matter.
No matter how narcissistic you are, it’s your own freedom.
After confirming that tonight's outfit was impeccable, Kawashima Miji turned slightly in front of the mirror and began to practice various smiles.
Either sweet, or sad, or charming, or cold.
She knows many ways to smile.
No matter which one Fujiwara Izaya likes, she can transform into that one.
Kawashima Miji is a complex and dangerous woman.
Even she herself agrees with this assessment.
Like some insect mimic, she can capture a man's heart by changing her temperament.
For men who like a sense of conquest, she will exude a cold aura, and her words will always contain hidden meanings of ridicule and attack, and the depths of her pupils will always shine with a light of intolerance. For men who like gentleness, she will let herself express
Her conversation must be full of self-restraint, her manners must be elegant, and she always has a light smile on her face. If she is a man with macho chauvinism, she will show a soft and timid posture, which will naturally make the other person feel protective, and the insects will release
The same is true of sexually stimulating aromas to attract the opposite sex.
anyway.
Must win tonight!
The sky gradually darkened, and the Sky Tower lit up with gorgeous colorful lights.
Kawashima Miji moved to the kitchen, made ham and eggs with eggs, ham and butter, and drank the boxed orange juice directly to her mouth. When six o'clock arrived, she put on black high-heeled shoes with red soles and left her