Kawashima Miji bit her lower lip and her breathing became more rapid.
These crystal silk stockings were carefully selected by her. The material is fine, smooth and soft, with excellent light transmittance and breathability. When worn on the legs, the surface will have a little matte, which makes it look noble and elegant, and matches her
The temperament is very matching.
The progress of things tonight was almost as expected when she put on the stockings. Fujiwara Izaya was indeed fascinated by her charm.
It's just that he suddenly touched it, and his bold behavior completely exceeded Kawashima Miji's expectations.
To be fair, he should be in a state of confusion right now, and he should just obey him in everything... Why did he take the initiative to touch it?
Kawashima Miki was right, Fujiwara Izaya was indeed somewhat affected.
It's a pity that she underestimated Fujiwara Izaya's strength. The hallucinogenic smoke not only failed to stun him, but also blurred his own consciousness, causing him to lose control of himself, and indirectly inspired the Emperor Sotoku in his blood.
That arrogant attitude.
Now Fujiwara Izaya feels like he wants to vent something, and he is a little manic.
The palm of his hand crossed the stockings and gently touched Kawashima Miji's absolute area. While feeling the delicate and soft touch of her thighs and her hot body temperature, he felt a desire to conquer.
no……
You can't be so rude!
While touching her thigh, Fujiwara Izaya forcibly raised his head and looked up at the pink and blue chandelier on the ceiling, trying to get himself into sage mode.
No matter what the purpose is, touching the thigh of an attractive mature woman is very pleasant and pleasant. He must distract his attention, otherwise he may lose control.
With the faint and sweet fragrance of roses, Kawashima Meiji's warm and soft body shivered slightly from time to time, like a frightened little sheep.
Fujiwara Izaya looked at the ceiling, thinking that if his wife could make him a bubble bath... tsk tsk, how moist it would be.
Wow, I'm so frivolous... Kawashima Meiji bit her lip reluctantly and lowered her head.
His eyes, which could not be seen by others, were filled with hazy moisture, and his expression looked aggrieved.
Big loss.
I really suffered a big loss this time.
I thought that he was just a little boy who was inexperienced in the world and that I could easily control him. I didn't expect that he would be so bold and dare to directly take advantage of me... Wow, my body is so pure!
Why doesn't hallucinogenic smoke work?
Could it be that his strength is more than just high ranking? How is it possible? He is only 17 years old. How can he have general level strength...
Perhaps Fujiwara Izaya was too involved in touching her, but Kawashima Miki felt something was wrong all over her body. Her toes in her stockings curled up involuntarily, and her breathing became much heavier.
"Ah~"
There were shouts from other booths.
Fujiwara Izaya turned his head and looked, and an ambiguous scene came into view.
In the booth a little further forward, there was a middle-aged man with a bald head. He stood up and walked back and forth in front of the sofa with a girl wearing only white stockings in his arms.
"Madam." Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head and looked at Kawashima Miki Miki.
"Um?"
Kawashima Miji's chest kept rising and falling, and her tongue unconsciously licked her red lips.
Delicate and charming, completely natural.
Fujiwara Izaya put his lips close to her ear and asked: "Should we be like the table next door?"
Her ears were suddenly attacked, and Kawashima Miji's whole body trembled, and she couldn't help but let out a soft hum.
"Dah ah~"
Then, it was as if all her strength had been drained from her, and her whole body became limp and weak, looking like she was at the mercy of others.
The misty pink-blue light, the warm and humid atmosphere, the irresistible young widow... Fujiwara Izaya breathed very quickly, and one hand came around behind to hug her at some point, and the palm of his hand touched her back. on the hook.
Holding Kawashima Miji's body felt like holding a pool of warm spring water, warm and comfortable. The hearts of the two monsters were beating hard, as if they were about to jump out of their bodies.
For a long time, Kawashima Miji didn't say anything or struggle.
She was probably still thinking about gains and losses, or maybe she felt like she had experienced this scene somewhere before, and a strange memory surged through her body, as if she had been hugged by him many times before.
Not long after, she noticed something pressing against her thigh, and she moved her body slightly to avoid it.
"Pap~"
The button on the back fell off.
Kawashima Meiji blinked, her eyelashes trembling slightly.
Did you actually unbutton it?
He is so perverted!
No, we have to stop here. If this continues, this bastard will take advantage of him. If he really wants to be played by him like this, even if he takes over the land of Asakusa Shrine, he will not be able to make up for the loss that he has been defiled today.
As soon as I got up, I suddenly felt touched.
"Yeah~"
Kawashima Meiji was so frightened that her face turned pale and she jumped up instantly.
"Hug, I'm sorry..." She covered her chest with one hand and said as she backed away, "There should be no guests in the room upstairs now. I will take the little mage to the scene to have a look, and then do other things after watching... "
In this panic, there is no trace of the calm and charming look he had when teasing the little boy just now.
Hold it back... Fujiwara Izaya warned himself several times in his mind, took a deep breath, picked up his backpack: "Then let's go."
"plz follow me……"
Kawashima Meiji held her head and led the way.
The buttons on the back have been unbuttoned and are a little loose, but fortunately the bust is big enough so it won't fall down even if it's not buttoned up.
The two monsters were silent all the way, and Fujiwara Izaya was recalling the experience just now. It was like a soft balloon filled with thick, high-temperature liquid that could not be held with one hand.
It's a pity that it was thrown away as soon as it was touched, and I didn't have time to taste it carefully.
If something happens, Fujiwara Rin won't mind. Anyway, he is not a gentleman, not even a human being. The school girl is still a child and is embarrassed to do anything, but he is flirting with a young widow who has ulterior motives for him. But there is no feeling of guilt.
One after another, go up to the fourth floor.
Go along the narrow corridor and stop in front of the room door with the "406" sign.
Kawashima Miji knocked twice, and the door immediately opened from the inside, and a young girl with bright red hair poked her face out.
She is good-looking and has a good figure. She is wearing a fat pink skirt and a pair of big earrings.
"Ah, Sister Meiji, why are you here?" the red-haired girl asked in surprise.
"Bring a guest." Kawashima Miji stepped away slightly.
The red-haired girl looked at Fujiwara Izaya behind her, her expression even more surprised.
I don't understand why such a handsome man needs to come to a custom shop, and I don't understand that he is such a big shot and actually needs the noble and cool empress to bring him here in person.
"Please leave for a moment and don't disturb us here." Kawashima Miji ordered coldly.
"Ah, oh..."
The red-haired girl looked at Fujiwara Izaya with regret and left with regret.
"This is the workshop of the woman who killed my husband." Kawashima Miji stood in front of the bathhouse door curtain.
"Who was the red-haired woman just now?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
"It was made up later," Kawashima Miji smiled faintly, "You can't waste space just because a murderer appeared here."
Fujiwara Izaya opened the door curtain of the bathhouse and said to her: "I will take a look first and tell my wife the result later."
"Okay, I'm going to the bathroom."
Kawashima Miji turned around, breathed a sigh of relief with some relief, and trotted towards the bathroom.
Entering the bathhouse, Fujiwara Izaya turned on the light.
The cold white light shone down, illuminating the bamboo boards spread on the floor.
In the center of the room is a three-square-meter bathing pool. The color of the tiles reflects the turquoise water. The edges of the pool are paved with rounded pebbles. Artificial flowers bloom in the gaps between the pebbles, giving the entire bathing camp the feel of a natural hot spring.
There is a massage chair and an ancient steam bath beside the pool. There is a cabinet in the corner with a small wooden basin on it, which contains various lubricants and a bottle that looks like hand sanitizer. On the clothes rack next to the cabinet, clothes are hung to dry.
Wearing several clean towels.
Fujiwara Izaya carefully looked at every corner many times, even moving the cabinets away and looking at them.
There were many things found, such as women's hair, the packaging of birth control pills, the dried bodies of moths, and the spider webs under the cabinet; they were all ordinary things, and there were no traces of resentment or demonic power attached to them.
In addition, everything in the room is more or less clinging to the scent of the red-haired girl just now, which means that she has been here for a long time and has always been safe.
After turning around a few times, Fujiwara Izaya came to the massage chair and lay down, continuing to look around.
There is a small coffee table next to the massage chair, with more than half a bottle of beer left on it, probably the leftovers from the red-haired girl just now. A TV is hung on the wall directly opposite, and a comedy variety show is playing inside, and laughter from the audience can be heard from time to time.
Fujiwara Izaya picked up the remote control and turned off the TV, biting his lip to collect his thoughts.
What is certain is that there is no abnormality here, and the red-haired girl is the best proof.
In contrast, he felt that Kawashima Miji was more abnormal. From the moment she entered the door, she was constantly trying to delay time and let herself stay here as long as possible. For this reason, she even did not hesitate to let herself occupy
A bit cheap.
If the sacrifice is so big, there must be an agenda.
Fujiwara Izaya stood up, checked the entire bathroom again, then returned to the massage chair and lay down.
The scene of his first meeting with Kawashima Miji came to his mind, and he thought about whether it was a coincidence or an intentional meeting. If it was a coincidence, was the purpose of her coming to Onnyangliao to hire a priest to exorcise evil spirits?
But if it was really to exorcise evil spirits, then she should take herself to inspect the scene as soon as possible.
If not, then why are you going to Onmyoya? Fujiwara Izaya took out the business card given by Kawashima Miki from his backpack, put it under the lamp and read it carefully, then he brought it closer to his nose and smelled the scent of roses and her body fragrance.
Completely consistent.
"Kawashima Meiji..."
Fujiwara Izaya turned to the back and looked at it. There was nothing written on the back.
"She has been married, but she did not change her husband's surname. Her husband's surname is Araki, and he is a leader of the Yakuza..."
Looking at the business card blankly, Fujiwara Izaya repeatedly thought about its meaning.
Judging from Kawashima Miki's behavior in Onnyangliao that day, she didn't seem to care about her husband's life or death, and even gave people a feeling of wishing that her husband would die soon. This fact is in line with what she said about her emotional discord with her husband.
.But no matter how bad it is, it would be wrong for her husband to be so impatient with a strange little boy just half a month after his death...
After thinking for a while, I had no idea.
Fujiwara Izaya turned his thoughts back to Kawashima Miki's performance tonight. Whether it was her demeanor or her dress, she seemed to be deliberately trying to trick her. Her words were full of hints, and her actions were not simple.
And that cocktail called the Empress.
In the environment on the third floor, Fujiwara Izaya couldn't tell anything at the time. Now that he calmed down and thought about it carefully, he suddenly realized that there was a big problem with the wine.
After drinking it, my body suddenly felt like it was on fire and I felt restless.
As he became unconscious, Kawashima Miki talked about the Asakusa Shrine and asked him if he wanted to sell it. When he became more dizzy, her expression unknowingly changed into a cold attitude.
, and also said that she wanted him to stay by her side and serve her.
Looking back now, her expression at that time was as condescending and contemptuous as a master ordering his servants.
That's a bit interesting.
It happened that the day I went to Onnyangryo was to renovate the shrine.
Could it be just that coincidental?
Fujiwara Izaya is not a monster with outstanding intuition, but Kawashima Mi remembered a series of actions that definitely contained some ulterior purpose. By stringing one thing together, he probably pieced together a few key words.
.
The shrine plot, the empress, the new bride, the spider demon...
Is there a possibility.
Fujiwara Izaya thought for a moment and asked himself in his mind.
Is Kawashima Meiji the new bride?
Was that bald spider from before his husband?
Is this the female spider coming to take revenge?
certainly.
The above are all just guesses.
Maybe Kawashima Meiji just knows the bride.
Without conclusive evidence, Fujiwara Rin would not take the speculation seriously.
But if you have a guess, you need to move the trajectory of things closer to this guess to investigate and test.
"Let's see who is the prey, Miss Luo Xinfu." Fujiwara Izaya licked his dry lips, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, "Little spider, come out and play."
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In the bathroom, Kawashima Miji picked up a handful of water with her hand and slapped it on her face.
The water splashed up, and she raised her head to look at herself in the mirror. She took a deep breath, then pursed her lips, trying to make a calm and calm expression.
I just tried many times but failed.
At this time, no matter how you look at me, you look like a resentful woman who has been taken advantage of by a man and has nowhere to redress her grievances.
final.
Kawashima Miji's mouth dropped, and she choked twice in grievance.
Covering her face with her hands, not making a sound, her shoulders shaking slightly, she cried quietly, the kind of cry that didn't want anyone in the world to notice that she was crying.
"Shit!"
"How dare a mere priest look down on me... I'm so angry..."
Forced herself to accept this established fact, Kawashima Miji made some emotional adjustments in her heart, during which she kept rubbing her temples with her long and thin fingers.
After these actions came to an end, I wiped off the water stains on my face and started to touch up my makeup.
She must maintain a charming posture.
During her contact with Fujiwara Izaya, she could sense that the little priest had some ulterior secrets, so he deliberately kept a certain distance from her. Half of his seemingly elegant and pure appearance was actually acting, and there might be something hidden behind it.
A vicious monster.
Kawashima Meiji understands this truth.
So she knew that she had to maintain her previous attitude and not let Fujiwara Izaya find anything unusual. Maybe he would take advantage of him a little more and be treated lightly, but it didn't matter. As soon as he got the land, he would be killed. No, be careful.
Torturing him... Thinking of this, Kawashima Miji felt a pain in her heart like needles pricking her heart.
hateful!
No matter how much money you make, it will be difficult to make up for today’s losses!
After taking time to put on her makeup, Kawashima Meiji took a few deep breaths, put her uniform in order, and walked out of the bathroom, when she was suddenly startled.
"Uh, Sister Meiji," the red-haired girl just looked at her worriedly, "I see you have been in there for a long time, and I am worried that something will happen to you."
"Go and do your business." Kawashima Miji turned around coldly.
After walking a few steps, she turned back and said, "Get ready and take a bath for the guests I just brought."
"OK!"
"He is a priest, remember not to expose him."
"Understood," the red-haired girl patted her chest, "Don't worry, Sister Meiji, I promise that he won't be able to straighten his legs when he goes out."
Kawashima Miji turned around and returned to the bathhouse.
After standing at the door for a long time, she didn't even walk in. Instead, she kept looking for reasons to convince herself.
Um.
Actually.
That kid at least looks pretty good.
Moreover, he has many abilities that other men do not have.
For example, a kind and gentle smile, funny conversation, strong enough arms, and a good feeling of snuggling up inside. Kawashima Miki thought that it is a normal reaction for men to want to know themselves. In this sense, Fujiwara Izaya
He just acted normally, not too abnormal. From another perspective, he can be considered an ideal partner.
At least she could endure it when he was frivolous. If it were any other man, she would have turned into a nymphomaniac and killed someone long ago.
Just think of him as a monkey... Kawashima Miji straightened her back, put her hands in front of her, and crossed her fingers tightly.
Silently calming down her mood, a perfect smile appeared on her face again, and she stepped into the bathhouse.
"Little mage, what have you discovered..."
The sound stopped suddenly.
The charming smile was frozen on his face, and his expression was like a roasted turkey.
"Madam," Fujiwara Izaya smiled and waved, and greeted her enthusiastically: "Come over here, and I will introduce to you my shikigami, the new wife."
Kawashima Miji showed no expression.
She stared blankly at the spider girl hugging Izaya Fujiwara from behind, at the appearance and body that was exactly the same as her own monster, at her ambiguous move of pressing Izaya Fujiwara's head on her chest, and vaguely...
, my body seemed to resonate.
"Little spider," Fujiwara Izaya turned back and touched the plump shoulder of the bride, "I will feed you until the master is done."
At the same time.
Kawashima Miji couldn't help but tremble.
When she realized that her body was also feeling something, the tip of her nose suddenly became sore, and her mentality suddenly collapsed.
"Ma'am, are you feeling unwell?" Fujiwara Izaya walked towards her with curiosity on his face.
"No, I'm fine..." Kawashima Mi remembered to protect her chest and silently stared at Fujiwara Izaya.
She couldn't understand what was happening at all, her face lost all expression, and her mind went blank. She watched helplessly as Fujiwara Izaya walked in front of her, and she even forgot to hide.