70. The wife promises to serve you with everything
The waitress came over and brought two glasses of ice water.
"Do you have a favorite, little mage?" Kawashima Miki handed the roster in his hand to Fujiwara Izaya, "There are various top names in our store, whether it's your first time, basic information, and the maximum acceptable gameplay.
It’s marked. Of course, most of the names are stage names.”
"Uh, no need..." Fujiwara Lin didn't take the list, took a sip of cold water to moisten his throat: "I'm here to remove spirits, not to enjoy..."
"You don't like the little mage?" Kawashima Meiji put one arm on the table, resting her chin on her hand, looking at him with a smile, the kind of smile that a mature young woman would have if she teased an innocent young lady.
"I really don't like this kind of thing," Fujiwara Izaya leaned back on the sofa and tried to relax himself, "Generally speaking, these girls have touched their hands on many people, and I don't really want to be touched by them. Of course, I
It’s not that I look down on them or laugh at them. Everyone has their own values. I don’t comment on this behavior. It’s just that in my values, I cannot accept this kind of service.”
"It turns out you dislike me here." Kawashima Meiji nodded thoughtfully.
Fujiwara Izaya took a sip of ice water and slowly looked away from her.
The wife was wearing a very light silk shirt on her upper body. The material was close-fitting like a gelcoat, and it perfectly highlighted the shape of her breasts, which made his breathing a little uncomfortable.
In addition, she is beautiful and her skin is plump and smooth, it is difficult not to make people think about her.
The men around him glanced here from time to time, and glanced at Fujiwara Izaya, wishing he could immediately step forward and take his place.
Kawashima Miki turned a blind eye to the gazes of those men, but raised her face slightly and showed a sad expression to Fujiwara Izaya: "The little mage disappoints me so much."
"Uh... why are you disappointed?" Fujiwara Izaya turned back to look at her.
"I've been waiting for the little mage for so long..."
Kawashima Miji wiped the corners of her eyes and did not continue speaking, but fell silent.
There was a slight moist luster in those charming eyes, as if asking him why he disliked her.
Madam, you are so slutty... Fujiwara Izaya wanted to complain about her, but for the sake of money, he had to explain: "Madam, I misunderstood. I was referring to them and the environment here, not you yourself, madam."
Hearing these words, Kawashima Miji slowly showed a relieved smile on her face.
It seems that she is well versed in various expressions... Fujiwara Izaya silently noted this in his mind and marked her as someone who should not be trusted.
"Little Master," Miji Kawashima asked him in a seductive husky voice, "What kind of environment do you like? Is it better in the car? Or in bed?"
"I haven't thought about this problem." Fujiwara Izaya shook his head.
"It feels really good to do it in the car," Kawashima Miji's cheeks blushed a little, and she said shyly, "The place is small and there are many tricks. You can do whatever you want with the woman."
Fujiwara Izaya imagined that scene for a few seconds.
If you are a bride, you can even use spider silk for bondage play, which is really nice.
"I have several cars," Kawashima Miji continued, "If the little mage needs it, I can have someone accompany you tonight."
"Leave it for next time!" Fujiwara Izaya calmly refused.
"Hmm, haha..." Kawashima Miji patted her chest charmingly, "Isn't the little mage still a virgin?"
Fujiwara Izaya asked: "Is this important?"
"Of course it's important," Kawashima Miji said with a smile, observing his expression, "If this is really your first time, not only will you not be charged, but you will also be given a reward."
"I'm not in a hurry about this kind of thing."
"Never been in love?"
"without."
"Incredible!" Kawashima Miji smiled happily, with beautiful whirlpools on her cheeks, "Shouldn't a male high school student of this age be thinking only of girls?"
"Well, I agree with this statement." Fujiwara Izaya nodded. He thought of a sentence in his mind and blurted out: "A boy who is seventeen or eighteen years old and has no girlfriend often has a woman in his heart that is worth the emperor's thirty-sixth palace."
Numbers, the filthiness of the heart is sometimes worse than a public restroom.”
"ah?"
Kawashima Miji covered her mouth in surprise and stared at him with incredible eyes.
"Are you scared?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
"A bit." Kawashima Miji's face quickly returned to a charming smile, "This is the first time I have heard such a metaphor. Although it is ugly, I have to say it is very insightful."
"That's not what I said." Fujiwara Izaya shrugged.
Kawashima Meiji asked: "Who is it?"
"Qian Zhongshu."
"Who is that?"
"A Chinese writer."
"Sounds like a great guy."
"It's very impressive." Fujiwara Izaya nodded, then looked at the two cups on the table, "I only drank one-sixteenth of the water in my cup, and the water in my wife's cup didn't miss a drop. So, please don't
After all your efforts to drag me here, I want to solve it quickly so that I can go to the restroom happily."
"Why do you say that?" Kawashima Miji covered her chin with both hands and winked at him girlishly: "Couldn't it be because I like the cold humor of the little mage's conversation, so I want to talk to the little mage more?
can you?"
"OK."
Fujiwara Izaya had a pleasant smile on his face, but his voice was slightly cold.
"It's okay to talk, but there is something I must declare first." He pointed to the slit of Kawashima Miji's skirt, "Please cover this place. Unless you plan to entertain me with your body, don't do this.
posture."
Kawashima Meiji was stunned for a moment.
Her hands were on the table and she stared at them for a long time.
There is still a small silver ring on the ring finger of his left hand, which shines silver under the light.
"It's really nerve-wracking!" As she said that, she raised her left hand with the ring on it and tapped her forehead lightly with the tip of her ring finger. "I still have the wedding ring on my hand that my husband gave me, but I have to use my body to entertain a woman.
Male high school student. It’s so difficult to deal with. If my husband really turns into a ghost, will he forgive my behavior after seeing this scene..."
"No...you really have such a plan?"
This time it was Fujiwara Izaya's turn to be stunned.
"Otherwise?" A charming smile that seemed to be able to swallow everything appeared on Kawashima Miji's face.
This smile seems to say: It doesn't matter, no matter what, my wife promises to do everything she can to make you comfortable tonight.
"Madam," Fujiwara Izaya resisted the temptation and emphasized every word: "I am here to remove spirits. Please take me to the scene."
"Well……"
Kawashima Miji's expression seemed a little torn.
After hesitating for a while, she opened her mouth slightly, put the tip of her tongue on the inside of her lower teeth and said, "It may not be convenient now..."
"Why is it inconvenient?" Fujiwara Izaya asked, looking at her lips.
Kawashima Meiji licked her lower lip and did not answer immediately.
The slightly protruding tongue is very slender, and the action of licking the lips is very flexible; the tip of the tongue is pink and tender, which is very touching.
After pondering for a moment, she said: "There are guests in that place. If I take you up now, I'm afraid you will bump into..."
"It's okay, I won't be embarrassed."
With that said, Fujiwara Izaya stood up and moved his shoulders.
He really doesn't want to stay here anymore.
Especially facing this plump and charming wife, the feeling of being teased one-sidedly is not very pleasant.
"...Little mage, can't you wait to see the world of adults?" Kawashima Miji smiled charmingly, looked at him for a moment as if to confirm something, and then nodded, meaning "come with me."
Fujiwara Izaya picked up his backpack, and the two of them walked into the elevator going upstairs one after the other.