The deserted fluorescent lamp reflected three shadows on the ground.
Kawashima Miki bit her lower lip and stared at Fujiwara Izaya standing in front of her, her body trembling.
"What's wrong, madam?" Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head, his expression mixed with a bit of teasing pleasure, "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Or are you scared by my shikigami?"
"Yes, a bit..." Kawashima Meiji's sexy lips trembled, "I have something urgent, I will go back first..."
After saying that, she quickly turned around and planned to open the door curtain and escape.
"Hey, madam, wait a minute." Fujiwara Izaya stretched out his hand to pull her wrist and whispered: "It's very rude to leave like this."
Her wrist was pulled, Kawashima Meiji turned around uneasily: "You, what do you want..."
"I should ask my wife what she wants," Fujiwara Izaya took a big step forward and pressed her against the wall next to the door curtain. "I was asked to come over to remove the spirit, but they kept making excuses to drag me. It took a lot of effort to bring me up to the scene.
But before I could tell you the result, my wife wanted to run away. Is there something really wrong, or is she feeling guilty?"
"I don't!"
Kawashima Meiji roared in grievance, put her hands on his chest, and struggled gently: "I want to go back, let me go..."
"I've seen the scene, and there's nothing wrong with it." Fujiwara Izaya smiled and took a step back, "As a client, my wife must at least say thank you to me. Isn't this too much to ask?"
Kawashima Meiji said nothing.
Her current feeling was as uneasy as walking on the deck alone on a long voyage late at night when she suddenly lost her footing and fell into the sea.
"Okay, I don't like forcing people." Fujiwara Izaya put his hand on the smooth shoulder of the bride, smiled slightly and said: "Goodbye then, my shikigami and I will go home and sleep."
After that, he turned over and sat on the spider's back.
Inexplicably, Kawashima Miji felt a heavy pressure on her back, and her waist bent slightly.
no!
We can't let him leave like this.
The first question now is to figure out what the physical connection between himself and his shikigami is all about!
"I'm sorry, I'm rude." After saying that, Kawashima Meiji paused, stared at the tips of her shoes as if to sort out her emotions, and bowed deeply: "Thank you very much, little mage, for your help.
"
After speaking in one breath, she raised her head and watched Fujiwara Izaya's expression return to its original state.
The lips trembled like ripples, then tilted to one side, and a small cute dimple appeared on the right cheek. The charming smile, although it looked well-trained, miraculously did not feel artificial.
Unfortunately.
There was no white light gushing out of her body.
Fujiwara Izaya was able to confirm one thing. This lady had no sincerity at all. She was acting from beginning to end.
You provoked me first, so don't blame me for being rude... Fujiwara Izaya walked forward again, blocked her in front of her, and looked into her eyes with a sense of oppression: "So, madam, are you ready for the reward?"
"Uh," Kawashima Miji forced herself to calm down and relaxed her expression, "is it money? I can give the little mage whatever he needs."
"Nonono, I'm not that vulgar." Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "It's rare to come here. It would be a pity just to have a look. This is what my wife said herself, and she doesn't want to default on her debt.
Bar?"
Isn't this more vulgar... Kawashima Meiji roared in her heart, but still showed a hypocritical and snake smile on her face: "Understood, I will arrange it for the little mage, and I will ensure that you will have a wonderful time."
"Madam, I think you don't understand anything." Fujiwara Izaya smiled a little presumptuously and annoyingly, "Didn't I discuss it with you just now? I hate the environment and women here, except for my wife.
.”
Kawashima pursed his lips and turned his head away without speaking.
"My wife said she would entertain me personally," Fujiwara Izaya reached out and grabbed her chin, forcing her eyes to straighten. "Is it possible that you have been lying to me this whole time?"
Kawashima Miji was forced to lift her chin and stare at him with red eyes.
Next to him, the bride came closer, her seductive lavender pupils curiously looked at the master and the strange daughter who was unable to move in front of him.
damn thing!
Kawashima Miji cursed in her mind.
Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at Luoxin, and when she met those eyes, she was silent for a while and said: "I understand, please ask the little mage to soak in the pool first, and I will prepare the essential oil."
The voice sounded tired, like the voice of a mentally and physically exhausted patient.
Fujiwara Izaya would not pity her.
Why should we be so kind to potential enemies?
Besides, he doesn't have any bad intentions, he just wants to experience bubbles... No, he just wants to find a real bride to help Little Spider awaken. What's wrong with this?
Kawashima Miji turned off the incandescent lamp on the ceiling and turned on the floor lamp. The light was the kind of yellow light that was not very bright in the past. It was hazy and emotional, and the light was enough to clearly see the outline of a person.
Fujiwara Izaya put on disposable shorts in the small room. When he came out, he saw her squatting on the ground, stirring some liquid in a small basin with her hands.
"Why is your wife still wearing clothes?" he asked.
"..."
Kawashima Meiji raised her head angrily and said dissatisfied: "This is a regular custom shop!"
"The third floor just now was not formal at all." Fujiwara Izaya shrugged and sat straight into the pool.
The warm pool water has a light fragrance, just like the fragrance of flowers.
I'm so stupid... Kawashima Miji cursed herself again in her mind, pursed her lips like a child, and sighed. The bride looked left and right, then slowly climbed up to her with eight legs.
, squatted down and used his fingers to stir up the lubricant in the basin.
It's very sticky and can pull out long threads.
Kawashima Miki looked at this face that was exactly the same as her own, and her heart moved: "Hey, what's your name?"
"?"
The bride looked at her with doubtful eyes.
"What is your name?" Kawashima Miji repeated.
"Small," the bride replied awkwardly, "little spider."
"...I'm asking for your name, not your nickname."
"Little Spider~"
"..."
never mind.
Kawashima Miji changed the question: "How did you become a shikigami?"
"?"
The new woman tilted her head, still full of confusion.
"..." Kawashima Miji forcibly cheered up and pointed at Fujiwara Izaya: "How do you and that guy know each other?"
"?"
The bride continued to look puzzled.
Fujiwara Izaya was lying on the edge of the pool, watching the conversation between the two idiots with interest.
"What's your strength?"
"?"
"...What is your talent?"
"?"
"Have you ever, uh, just felt that you have any special connection with me?"
"?"
No matter what I ask, the bride's face will always have a puzzled expression.
Kawashima Miji resisted the urge to cry, and asked with the last glimmer of hope: "Are you a fool?"
"You must be a fool," the bride parroted unexpectedly.
"...You are the fool."
"You are the fool."
"...Me," Kawashima Miji opened her mouth, feeling so full of complaints that she couldn't spit it out.
yes.
You can curse as much as you like!
I am a fool now!
Woo woo tot
From the moment she saw this spider girl, Kawashima Miji, who confirmed the source of her body's strangeness, was instantly thrown into chaos. All her calmness and rationality were like a shower falling deep in the desert, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
net.
Fujiwara Izaya watched with great interest.
Pay special attention to the expression changes on Kawashima Miji's face. How should I put it? Well, she is the kind of woman who can make most men dream about her. In addition to her beauty, the bigger reason is her changeable personality.
It was only their second meeting, and Fujiwara Izaya saw her in several different ways.
This ever-changing complexity makes him feel very kind, because he is also like this. The surface always wears a completely different disguise from the inside, using different faces to face different people.
Watching her slender fingers fully stirring the essential oil, lifting it up from time to time to test the viscosity. The wisps of crystal liquid falling from her fingers flowed into thin transparent silk threads, looking like spider demon slaves.
Spider silk spurting out from between fingers.
Illusion or premonition?
Fujiwara Izaya couldn't tell the difference for a moment, but those were not things to think about now. Nothing was more important than enjoying the massage now.
"Madam, I've finished washing." He got out of the bath.
Kawashima Mei remembered and looked up.
In the dim and warm light, the water droplets on the young man's body streaked across his skin and fell. His broad chest, solid abdomen, and slender legs full of power were all full of masculinity, exuding the energy of a carnivore.
sense of danger.
Good figure... Kawashima Miji swallowed, then her cheeks turned red.
It was the first time she saw such an intuitive body of the opposite sex. She stood up instinctively and took steps awkwardly, apparently wanting to escape.
Seeing this, Fujiwara Izaya grabbed her delicate white hand and pulled her back.
"Ah, let go..." Kawashima Miji was so panicked that she was about to cry.
"Okay, let's go." Fujiwara Izaya released his hand very considerately, sat alone on the massage chair, and greeted the bride who was squatting on the ground and pouring lubricant: "Little spider, go home first, and we'll meet again tomorrow.
come out."
The newly married woman turned around, her expression slightly sweet.
The system tore a crack in the room, she climbed in with her legs, and disappeared into thin air in the blink of an eye.
Seeing this scene, Kawashima Miji's body stiffened and she couldn't take a step.
On the massage chair, Fujiwara Izaya smiled at her, with an expression that seemed to say, "I'll give you this chance."
"..."
Kawashima Miji sniffed.
She doesn't have any sense of security now.
It feels like Fujiwara Izaya has already controlled her to death. Unless she can figure out the truth about the spider girl, she will have trouble sleeping and eating all her life, and will continue to be troubled by that weird feeling.
"Madam?" Fujiwara Izaya called her with a smile.
Kawashima Miji's slender eyelashes trembled slightly: "Get up, get up, let's do a steaming session first."
"no problem."
Fujiwara Izaya followed her instructions and came to the ancient steam bath.
"Don't move around." Kawashima Miji warned him, opened the front panel of the square wooden box, gently pushed him inside and sat down, and then closed the front panel.
There is a round hole in the middle of the wooden board above, where you can stick your head out.
After Fujiwara Izaya got his head into the hole, Kawashima Miji took off the lid and blocked the surrounding gaps with a towel.
The picture was a bit funny. Fujiwara Izaya was completely inside the steam box, with only his head exposed. He opened his eyes wide and complained: "Is this a guillotine? My wife won't take the opportunity to kill me, right?"
For a moment, Kawashima Miji was very excited about this proposal.
Just thinking about it more deeply, Fujiwara Izaya's strength may be higher than predicted. If she is not 100% sure, she doesn't want to expose her identity.
Turn on the steam switch and heat begins to spread.
The room became a little stuffy, so Kawashima Miji walked over and opened the window.
Sitting in the steam box, Fujiwara Izaya quickly felt the heat rising from the soles of his feet, and the wooden boards on the left, right and back were also getting hot. It was probably steaming on all three sides.
"How long does it take to steam?" he asked.
"It won't take long, just apply heat to open the pores on the skin so that the essential oil can be absorbed faster." After Kawashima Meiji finished her answer, she continued to squat in front of the small basin, scooped up the essential oil with her hands, and continued to adjust the stick.
consistency.
The sound of the little hands hitting the essential oil sounded like waves crashing against the rocks on the shore.
Fujiwara Izaya heard the sound and vaguely thought of the seagulls in the Seto Inland Sea.
When he was a child, he lived in Shikoku for a while, which was like his second hometown in Japan.
Emperor Sotoku is the Great Tengu of Hakuho Sagamibo, and Hakuho Mountain is in Shikoku. Looking down from the top of the mountain, you can see the Seto Ohashi Bridge connecting Shikoku and Kyushu. He was still a little boy at that time, and he liked to climb it at sunset.
When we reached the top of the mountain, we watched seagulls hovering over the bridge and pecking each other with their beaks.
After adjusting the essential oil, Kawashima Miji washed her hands, took a wet towel and applied it to Fujiwara Izaya's forehead.
Seeing his face immersed in distant memories, she couldn't help but ask: "Why are you in such a daze?"
"Oh," Izaya Fujiwara came to his senses, looked at her and smiled: "The way my wife looked just now reminded me of the sea in my hometown."
"Glib tongue."
Kawashima Meiji curled her lips in disdain, thinking he was just talking to tease her.
"Can you come out?"
"Let me look at the time, seven minutes..."
"So hot."
"Okay, come out." Kawashima Miji opened the lid of the steam box and opened the front panel.
Fujiwara Izaya got out of it and stretched his body.
At this time, his back, lower abdomen, and even the soles of his feet were all wet, and his whole body was filled with the smell of sweat.
"Stand still, don't move!" Warning him in advance, Kawashima Miji took a clean towel and wiped the sweat from his body.
"Do you have any experience, madam?" Fujiwara Izaya asked her.
Kawashima Meiji silently shook her head.
Smelling the sweat on his body, she felt that her nose was itchy and very uncomfortable, and a touch of red quickly appeared on her cheeks.
Across the towel, her little hands gently rubbed his body. Kawashima Miji thought to herself, after taking off his clothes, this little boy's physique was stronger than expected. His chest was thick, his lower abdomen was tight, and all the muscles were bulging throughout his body.
, no fat at all.
One look and touch, and you can tell that this is a 100% healthy body.
"Hey," Kawashima Miji suddenly asked curiously, "How do you keep in shape?"
"Fitness." Fujiwara Izaya's eyes followed her face, "I run every morning from Monday to Friday, and swim a few times in the public swimming pool on weekends. Just stick to it all year round."
"What to eat?" Kawashima Meiji asked again.
"Eat what you can," Fujiwara Izaya replied, "Calories are just numbers. You can eat whatever you want. Don't worry too much."
Kawashima Meiji pouted in distress: "But if you eat too much, you will gain weight."
"Why are you working out so hard?"
"To stay in shape."
"What happens after you keep in shape?"
"You can eat a lot of meat."
"Isn't that right," Fujiwara Izaya said to her in a very popular tone, "The ultimate result of working out hard is to eat meat. So why not eat meat first and then work out hard?
?”
"..."
Kawashima Miji couldn't refute for a while.
She looked dull and naive, a bit girlish. Fujiwara Izaya looked at her funny. She had an oval face with big eyes, a delicate nose and sexy red lips. There was a little shy sweat on her cheeks. She looked like a rose in autumn.
Exudes a sweet fragrance.
Being stared at by him like this, Kawashima Miji, who had just become more relaxed, felt something was wrong all over again.
With the sense of that shikigami in front of her, she now felt as if her body had no secret at all in front of this little boy. As long as he stared at her for more than two seconds, his gaze seemed to be able to strip her of all her clothes in an instant.
Everything, let yourself become naked.
"Oh, what are you looking at!"
Kawashima Meiji scolded, reached out to grab his arm, and retreated to the massage chair: "Go and lie down over there, don't look around, be careful I ignore you..."
After she had almost finished speaking, she realized something was wrong belatedly and quickly closed her mouth.
"It looks like my girlfriend is acting coquettishly." Fujiwara Izaya took advantage of her vulnerability and laughed at her.
"Asshole, shut up!" Kawashima Miji bit her lip and gasped a few times, then pushed him hard onto the chair and stared at him angrily: "Do you believe I will kill you now?"
"Okay, listen to my wife." Fujiwara Izaya showed an obedient smile knowing the current situation.
"asshole……"
Kawashima clenched his fists tremblingly, resisting the urge to hit him in the face, and brought the small basin filled with essential oil to the small stool next to him.
"Come over, face away from me."
"immediately."
"Don't make any weird noises."
"Why?"
"You are shameless, I still want it!"
"Madam, you just...ah, it hurts!"
As soon as Kawashima Miki's hands covered with essential oils touched Fujiwara Izaya's right shoulder, he immediately let out a miserable cry.
"What did it come from?" Fujiwara Izaya trembled all over and frowned tightly.
Sensing the pain reaction coming from his body, Kawashima Miji felt happy, feeling as if a great revenge had been avenged.
"This is a specially made essential oil. It is mainly used to enhance the vitality of muscles." She suppressed her laughter and said slightly proudly, "Generally speaking, after the essential oil enters the pores, there will be a slight burning sensation. I see that your body is so strong.
I’ll increase the dosage for you. If you can’t bear it anymore, you can beg for mercy.”
"...You are taking revenge!" Fujiwara Izaya's face was twisted in pain.
"If you can't stand it, then I'll stop." Kawashima Miji smiled maliciously, grabbed his right arm, and twisted it violently.
There was a muffled "click" sound.
"..."
Fujiwara Izaya stopped breathing.
After his mind went blank for two seconds, he opened his mouth and let out a miserable howl.
"Ouch——"
It is no exaggeration to say that the pain was so painful that my soul almost made a sound.
The harder he screamed, the harder Kawashima Miji worked. She grabbed his other arm and twisted it with the same force, showing no mercy at all.
"Hiss~"
This time, Fujiwara Izaya, who was prepared, did not shout out directly.
"Tch," Kawashima Meiji curled her lips and laughed at him: "You are a shameless brat."
Fujiwara Izaya didn't have the energy to respond to her for the time being.
Let's see how long you can endure... Kawashima Miji thought angrily, starting from the back of his neck and pinching his muscles inch by inch with both hands, causing a helllike painful torture to all his muscles.
Not just kneading, but also patting vigorously.
Her hands were small and looked soft and weak, but they were extremely powerful. She slapped Fujiwara Izaya violently on the back continuously, and slapped all the burning special oil into his pores, one after another.