Compared with the brightly lit lobby, the third floor is much darker, and the lighting is an ambiguous pink-blue tone.
"This is the little mage, please." Kawashima Miji led the way.
The pointed heels of the high heels always hit the floor at the same frequency. Fujiwara Izaya followed her, always looking at her neck, legs and feet. The metal rings of the black suspenders were looming under the skirt.
There are also places where the skirt is slit, and sometimes the white and delicate skin flashes out, and it looks as delicious as butter.
"Madam," Fujiwara Izaya stepped forward and walked side by side with her, chatting in a casual tone: "The light here is really dark, why don't you turn on a brighter light?"
"Guests need privacy." Kawashima Meiji tilted her head and glanced at his face, "Besides, you don't want the school to know that you came into the bubble bath shop, right?"
"...It makes sense!" Fujiwara Izaya sincerely admired this statement.
Kawashima Miji smiled lightly and turned her head to look at the road.
After getting closer, Fujiwara Izaya's well-developed sense of smell could clearly smell the rose perfume wafting from her neck. It was a very fresh and sweet smell, just like the fragrance you smell when standing in a rose garden on a summer morning.
Does Luo Xinfu smell so good? I thought about this question in my mind and followed her into a big space.
The rectangular hall is about more than 200 square meters, with eight sets of red velvet sofas placed back to back. There is a small table between the sofas, and the two sides are separated by almost transparent curtains.
The light was an unchanging pink-blue color, and through the curtains one could roughly see the blurry outlines of the figures inside.
Perhaps because the footsteps affected the mood of the guests inside, as soon as Fujiwara Izaya walked in, the movement in most booths stopped.
"Master, please take off your shoes..." Kawashima Meiji said in a gentle voice. After speaking, she bent down and took off her high heels, and stepped on the carpet with her toes wrapped in stockings.
Fujiwara Izaya had no choice but to take off his shoes and follow her to the sofa by the window.
Under the seat, a scantily clad waiter came over with a flashlight and ordered the two of them according to the menu.
Kawashima Miki ordered two cocktails and an extra plate of raw oysters. Fujiwara Izaya wanted a glass of ice water, but she stopped her, saying that in a place like this, drinking ice water would be laughed at.
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"Why are you being laughed at?" he asked sincerely.
"Take a closer look at where this place is." Kawashima Miji naturally leaned on his arm and sat down next to him, raising her feet on the sofa as if to support her body.
Fujiwara Izaya turned his eyes curiously.
In the pink-blue light, the shadows of two people are reflected on the curtain next door.
The woman bent over in a kneeling position, her butt raised high up as if she wanted to show it to the people next to her. The man rolled up her skirt in cooperation, and then she began to swing her body tenderly.
"..."
Fujiwara Izaya was stunned.
It seems that I have vaguely seen this kind of scene in some movies. This place should be called a couple's teahouse.
"Does the little mage know where this place is now?" Kawashima Meiji came over, put her lips to his ear and whispered, "You said you wouldn't care just now, don't be frightened now."
The little priest, who was not used to this kind of situation at all, instantly had goosebumps all over his body.
"Haha~"
Seeing how his muscles all over were tense, Kawashima Miji laughed happily.
Just at this time, the waiter brought over the wine and a plate of raw oysters. Fujiwara Izaya, who was a little thirsty, couldn't wait to pick up the cocktail and took two sips, and his throat suddenly started to hurt.
"Ahem~"
I coughed twice and felt like I was about to choke out tears.
"Slow down..." Kawashima Miji stretched out her hand and patted his back gently, "The little mage is so mean. He only has one sip of wine and is like this."
"I have never drunk alcohol with such a high alcohol content." Izaya Fujiwara picked up a tissue and wiped the corners of his eyes with some discomfort.
I want to get you drunk tonight... Kawashima Meiji smiled and tapped his chest with her fingers, "Relax, listen carefully, you will enter another world."
Leaning on the sofa, Fujiwara Izaya stretched his legs and slowly closed his eyes.
In the dim space, there are many sounds, which are captured by the auditory nerve with unusual clarity.
From the front bar came the sound of a cocktail shaker shaking and the ice machine grinding ice cubes; in the booth next door, the sound of pile machines was very rhythmic, a man gasped, and a woman said inarticulately, "Dame"
"" and other familiar words, as well as the sound of the sofa squeaking and shaking.
Perhaps it was the effect of alcohol, but Fujiwara Izaya's heartbeat quickened as he listened.
At this time, a ball of soft stuff was put to his lips, and in his ear he heard Kawashima Miji say: "This is raw oyster, very nourishing."
Fujiwara Izaya opened his mouth and ate it.
Chew it carefully for a few seconds and swallow it with a fishy smell.
"How do you feel?" Kawashima Meiji asked.
"I'm not used to it..." Fujiwara Izaya opened his eyes and twisted his body as if uncomfortable, "Let's just get down to business, it's a waste of time."
Kawashima Meiji covered her mouth and smiled: "Isn't this just business?"
What kind of serious business is this?
Fujiwara Izaya opened his mouth and was about to speak.
"Eat one more."
Kawashima Miji picked up another raw oyster and stuffed it into his mouth.
After Fujiwara Izaya finished eating the second oyster, she picked up the third oyster, squeezed lemon juice on it, brought it to his mouth again, and said softly: "Don't bite it in a hurry."
Fujiwara Izaya opened his mouth, waiting for her to feed him.
"Taste the touch carefully and imagine being someone you like." Kawashima Miji tapped his heart with her index finger with one hand, and picked up the oyster with the other hand, twisting it in his mouth.
move.
Feeling the touch of fresh oysters in his mouth, Fujiwara Izaya felt an unprecedented wonderful experience.
"Right now," Kawashima Miji relaxed her fingers, "swallow it in one gulp!"
The slippery oyster meat suddenly penetrated into the esophagus.
"Gu~"
Before Fujiwara Izaya could react, he reached his stomach in one step.
"Isn't it wonderful?" Kawashima Meiji reached out and touched his hand on his knee intentionally or unintentionally, "The little mage is the first one who can be served by me personally. Why don't you comment on your feelings?"
"It's hard to say..."
Fujiwara Izaya shook his head and was speechless.
"Hmm?" Kawashima Meiji tilted her head girlishly and made a cute voice.
She did not press forward step by step, but chose to slow down for the time being. While Fujiwara Izaya could breathe slowly and smoothly, she got up and paced back and forth in front of the sofa.
Her back was still so straight, and her gait was still so graceful. She didn't wear shoes, and her stockings stepped directly on the carpet without making a sound. After walking around for a few minutes, she returned to the sofa and sat down quietly. Fujiwara Izaya immediately felt her
The real density and weight of the body made the whole body tense up involuntarily.
Let's sink here slowly... Kawashima Miji smiled proudly in her heart and launched the attack again.