Kawashima Meiji's private swimming pool is luxurious.
The area is about the size of a football field. Not only can the water temperature be automatically adjusted, but there are also simulated undercurrents and waves. Facilities such as lounge chairs, spa single rooms, and beverage bars are all available.
Fujiwara Izaya lay lazily on the bride's back, floating with the water while feeding her little spiders.
Occasionally, he would raise his legs and pat the bride's buttocks, just like slapping a horse with a riding crop. Whenever the buttocks were slapped, the bride would slide her eight spider legs and carry her owner in the water for a while.
Um.
This is what Kawashima Meiji saw.
That damn little devil is riding on me...oh no, riding on another spider girl, but he is constantly taking advantage of her!
"Mrs.~"
Fujiwara Izaya waved to her and came down to play together.
"..."
Kawashima Miji covered her face with a painful expression, pressed her fingers to her temples and rubbed them fiercely. Her body, which was only wearing underwear, rose and fell rapidly with anger, and her plump curves were fully displayed.
That's for sure.
If the Empress was given a brick now, she would definitely smash Fujiwara Izaya's head without hesitation.
The bride stared at her for a long time. After she recognized who this woman was, she happily shouted: "Idiot!"
"?"
Kawashima Meiji felt sad.
Even if he was bullied by a kid, why would a stupid spider like him do the same...
"Madam, let's get into the water." Fujiwara Izaya greeted her and jumped off the bride's back.
"I don't!" Kawashima Meiji put her hands on her hips aggressively, her eyes full of murderous intent.
"Then just watch it on the case!"
Fujiwara Rin ignored her and started swimming in the swimming pool on his own.
When Kasahara Fuka-Eri walked in, she heard the sound of rushing water and looked towards the blue swimming pool.
The boy is swimming hard.
The speed was quite fast, her arms swung powerfully, and her movements were as flexible as a slender little dolphin. Then, she looked at the young woman floating on the water, thinking about where he got that monster.
"Are you going for a swim?" Kawashima Meiji asked.
"No." Kasahara Fuka-Eri shook her head.
That indifferent look seemed to be a gesture not to talk to her.
"You must be a snow girl..." Kawashima Miji muttered, sat down along the shore, and put her feet into the pool. Maybe it was because the water was warmer, but her expression was obvious the moment her feet entered the water.
Soothed a lot.
The eyes are slightly narrowed, looking very comfortable.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked around and walked to the bar by the pool.
"There are various drinks and fruits inside," Kawashima Miji shouted, "Can you get some and eat them together?"
"good."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri answered briefly.
It seemed that it was very laborious for her to say more words.
Fujiwara Izaya pretended to swim in the swimming pool for a while, and slowly came closer to Kawashima Miki.
"Huh~"
A head suddenly emerged from the water, gasping for air.
The bright lights of the swimming pool cast a soft light on his face, and his usually annoying eyebrows suddenly became a bit pleasing to the eye, probably because his eyes were shining with a friendly smile.
"Kid..."
Kawashima Miji glanced at him and moved to the side, as if she didn't want to pay attention to him.
However, Fujiwara Izaya suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed her feet, and pulled her towards him with a strong force.
There was a "pop" sound.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked up from the bar and saw only a splash of water.
"GuluGulu~"
A series of bubbles rose from the bottom of the water.
After looking at it twice, Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked back and took some wine and drinks from the refrigerator. She also took some mangoes from Miyazaki Prefecture and honeydew melons from Shizuoka Prefecture, and brought them to the pond to sit down.
Under water.
The light shines into the water and refracts swayingly, making the vision bright.
Kawashima Miji leaned her back against the bottom of the pool and looked at Fujiwara Izaya with a straight face.
At this time, the kid was holding her body, pressing her down and unable to move.
"Madam, I...GuluGulu..."
Kawashima Miji couldn't hear clearly what Fujiwara Izaya said.
But that little face that was just a little more pleasing to the eye became hateful again in her eyes.
After a while, she felt hypoxic.
His hands wrapped around Fujiwara Izaya instinctively, and his soft body came close to him. The tight and firm skin pressed against his body. The extremely smooth touch made Fujiwara Izaya want to stay underwater for a long time.
It's a pity that monsters also need to breathe.
"Plop~"
Two heads emerged from the water.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri was sitting on a lounge chair by the pool, holding her chin with one hand, looking motionless at the young woman paddling in the water not far away. Under that cold face, she didn't know what she was thinking.
"Ah, hoo hoo~"
Kawashima Miji held her hands on the edge of the pool, her long wet hair clinging to her smooth back like strands of seaweed.
The delicate and round oval face turned red from holding in his breath, and he opened his sexy lips and breathed greedily. It took him a while to finally recover.
"Madam, how should you compensate me?" Fujiwara Izaya hugged her waist from behind, almost pressed his face against her delicate face, and breathed hot air behind her ear, "I am helping you vent your anger, but you are
Watching the show the whole time is too disrespectful of friendship."
"Hmm~"
Kawashima Meiji gritted her teeth and refused to respond, her cheeks turning slightly red.
"Why don't you join me for a fight tonight?" Fujiwara Izaya said, his eyes sliding down her uneven collarbone.
The plump and bulging curves come into view, covered with black underwear with red embroidery. The two tones are particularly tempting against the fair skin.
Fujiwara Izaya has always believed that the combination of mysterious black and flirtatious red shows the temperament of a royal lady.
"Speak." He urged, his hands gently caressing her smooth belly.
"Don't... you can't do this..." Kawashima Miji slowly turned her head, arched her body and pushed him away with her butt, while dodging. However, her movements and strength were very moderate, and she didn't look like she was seriously resisting at all. "
...Little devil, don’t be too presumptuous, don’t…please…don’t…”
"Come up here, sit down and talk."
Fujiwara Izaya let go of her waist, then took her hand and sat on the edge of the pool.
Kawashima Miki couldn't break free, so she glared at him fiercely, and was helplessly pulled to the edge of the pool by her, sitting side by side. She was only wearing underwear, and Fujiwara Izaya was also only wearing underwear, and his body was completely naked.
It was slippery, and water drops kept sliding down.
In appearance, one is a capable and dignified, mature woman. The other is a tall, sunny and handsome boy, holding hands and standing next to each other like a young couple, not out of place at all.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri pressed her lips to the edge of the thin wine glass, smelling the taste of pine liqueur inside.
He stared at the two people by the pool, motionless, only the long eyelashes fluttered gently like butterfly wings from time to time.
"If you don't say anything, can you pretend that nothing happened?" Fujiwara Izaya continued to press Kawashima Miki.
Kawashima Meiji said "uh" indifferently.
She pulled her hand hard and found that she couldn't pull it back. She turned her face to the other side without saying a word and looked at the bride who was playing alone in the swimming pool, not wanting the bastard to speak.
"Today I offended the entire Yakuza organization because of my wife!"
Fujiwara Izaya spread out his five fingers, inserted them one by one into Kawashima Miji's palm, and interlocked with her ten fingers.
Kawashima Miji's arms were stiff, but she did not move away. She glanced sideways at her clasped palms and sighed: "Sooner or later, my sister will be killed by a reckless brat like you."
After saying that, she raised her head slightly and stared at the clear water, in a daze.
"Before we die, let's finish the unfinished business first." Fujiwara Izaya tugged on her arm.
Immediately, Kawashima Miki didn't even have time to scream, and her whole body was pulled into his arms. Immediately, Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head and kissed her forehead, and said with a smile: "I remembered a movie, wearing black
The young widow in mourning knelt in front of her husband's photo, with Huang Mao behind her. The young widow felt guilty for her husband while suffering..."
"Shut up!" Kawashima Miji immediately covered his mouth to prevent him from talking.
Then she said "you, you, you" several times, and she was so angry that she wanted to hit him with her fists, and she wanted to point at his nose and curse. But in the end, she couldn't do anything. She just sighed with trembling eyelashes.
With a sound, she put her little hand on his chest and slowly pushed him away: "Stop making trouble, you don't know about fake marriage, don't call me wife..."
Fujiwara Ilin didn't care what she was thinking, and moved his lips downward to kiss her eyes gently.
"...I told you no!" Kawashima Miji twisted her head from side to side, dodging while pushing her, "I'm not a wife, and I can't satisfy your hobbies. Please find another woman!"
Feeling the twisting and caressing touch of a mature woman, Fujiwara Izaya breathed a little heavier, thinking that it felt good to bully such a woman.
His lips slid from her eyes to the tip of her delicate nose, biting it gently, and then slowly moved downwards to kiss her cheek.
Kawashima Miji's delicate body trembled, and she immediately tensed up her muscles to push him.
Fujiwara Izaya raised his head slightly and looked down at her face.
The round face, the skin as white and tender as a freshly baked cream cake, and the two plump red lips were like strawberries on the cake. He looked a little greedy and couldn't help but lick the corners of his mouth.
"No, there's no way..." Noticing his gaze, Kawashima Miji suddenly shuddered, "If you do this again... I'll be really angry. We can't kiss you anyway!" She shook her head vigorously.
, his eyes drifted left and right, sometimes drifting to Kasahara Fuka-Eri who was watching the show, sometimes to the young woman paddling in the water, and sometimes back to Fujiwara Izaya.
The aggression in Fujiwara Izaya's eyes has not diminished at all.
"Uh-huh, you can't..." Kawashima Miji twisted in his arms, her face turned red like a ripe apple, "You can't kiss there, at most... I'll let you kiss your cheek at most, do you think that's okay?
?You can’t kiss anyway. It’s absolutely not possible if you don’t have good lips... Please don’t..."
Fujiwara Izaya felt somewhat amused.
I don't know if she is acting, but this shy little woman's attitude is really endearing. He held Kawashima Miji tightly in his arms and asked in her ear: "My wife said no, then no."
relative."
"Huh~"
Kawashima Miji felt relieved.
After controlling her emotions, she half-leaned on him weakly and looked at him faintly: "Don't call me Mrs."
"Why not?" Fujiwara Izaya pretended to be stupid.
"It's fake, marriage is fake!" Kawashima Miji said in a sharp voice like a cat whose tail has been stepped on: "I'm not married, so don't call me wife."
Fujiwara Izaya lifted her chin, moved closer, and said with a smile: "Can't you, Mrs. Fujiwara?"
"..."
Kawashima Miki looked into his clear eyes and felt that her ability to judge was gradually losing.
The bright eyes shining deep in the depths sometimes flashed forthright warmth, and suddenly turned into vulgar and mean coldness, and the next second turned into expressing joy to the world. The complex young man expressed his complexity vividly in his eyes.
, profound and powerful, but also peaceful and warm.
Something touching and touching slowly overflows.
Kawashima Miji's lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to speak, but she couldn't formulate the words.
Just like that, she watched blankly as Fujiwara Izaya came closer, kissed her neck with his face, and then put the tip of his nose against hers: "Tonight, I will kill Tsuchiya Kazuma, and my wife will wait at home.
I triumph."
Kawashima Meiji gritted her teeth and snorted proudly.
The brilliance that flashed on her face at this moment was the unique awe and chastity of women, trying to silently express the stubbornness of "I will never give up my heart to you so easily."
However, Fujiwara Izaya hugged her and could clearly feel that her body temperature was rising little by little, and her crystal-clear skin was gradually getting a nice blush. The rose body fragrance on her body was smelled by the rising body temperature, and she suddenly felt
The air between the two became warm, moist, and full of fat fragrance.
While smelling, Fujiwara Izaya put his hands around her soft waist and buried his face deeply in her chest.
The sultry fragrance penetrated into the nasal cavity, itching a little and making it difficult to control.
Kawashima Miki's body was a little stiff, and her face was a little tense, as if she was very nervous. Then she simply closed her eyes and acquiesced to Fujiwara Izaya's behavior with an ostrich mentality.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri crossed her legs and looked at the two people by the pool.
Like an air person, she sipped the gin in small sips, and occasionally picked up a piece of honeydew melon and put it in her mouth.
"Fujiwara..."
Kawashima Miki's breathing became heavier and heavier, her long eyelashes that were tightly closed were trembling slightly, her expression seemed to have been greatly wronged. Fujiwara Izaya was still unruly for a moment, and suddenly stretched out his hand to push him away, and his lips breathed.
Breathing hot breath, she stared at him with red eyes.
Looking at her expression of being extremely wronged and unable to vent her anger, Fujiwara Rin didn't say anything. He took her little hand and squeezed it tightly. Kawashima tried to break free a few times, but he couldn't.
Simply turn your face away from him angrily.
"Hey, do you agree or not?" Fujiwara Izaya asked with a smile.
"What?" Kawashima Miji didn't react for a moment.
Fujiwara Izaya said seriously: "Be Mrs. Fujiwara."
"..." Kawashima Meiji was so angry that she gritted her teeth, turned around suddenly, and pointed at his nose with her other hand: "Scoundrel! Is this fun? It's not fun at all. If you want to play, go find another woman.
I won’t accompany you!”
Fujiwara Izaya kept smiling and watched her scold him.
"I'm stupid, I got myself involved, I admit it. But can you stop teasing me like this?" Kawashima Miji became more and more excited as she spoke, and in the end she even pushed him down and pinched his neck with both hands.
: "You have such a well-trained body, and your face is handsome enough. You have a good brain, and there are many plots. There will definitely be many girls who are fascinated by you. Also, you are a dignified person.
Young Master, you have such a powerful monster under your command. Anyone you want can help you catch it! Why do you have to fight with me... I have already given up, so please stop teasing me..."
To be honest, this pose is really good.
Kawashima Miki is hunched over, with her body curves clearly visible, and Fujiwara Izaya, who is feasting his eyes, always has an unpredictable smile on his face.
"Speak!"
This time it was Kawashima Miji's turn to say this.
Seeing the annoying smile on the kid's face, she was so angry that she trembled all over and vomited out all her grievances in an instant.
"Asshole! Pervert! There is no man in the world as disgusting as you! If you are short of women, find someone else. Why waste your time on me, a bitch who runs a custom shop!"
Cursing, she raised her head and pointed at Kasahara Fuka-Eri: "Isn't there one somewhere? She has a noble birth and a noble status, and she is a beautiful woman with a fairy face. Go find her! Why are you pestering me?
——”
Kasahara Fuka-Eri simply rolled her eyes, too lazy to care about this crazy woman.
"Really, I'm warning you!" Kawashima Miji lowered her head again, her face turned red, her breathing was rapid, and her shoulders shook irregularly, "Don't tease me like a fool..."
"Okay, don't be angry anymore," Fujiwara Izaya put his hands behind her and gently patted her back to comfort her. "Calm down first, I will talk to you slowly."
Kawashima Miji struggled many times but failed to get rid of his hand.
After her face changed for a while, her high emotions were released in an instant, and her body lay softly on Fujiwara Izaya's chest, muttering softly: "Can you give me a little more respect..."
There was a slight sense of weakness in his words, as if he acquiesced that he could not escape.
"You don't want to be a wife," Fujiwara Izaya asked in her ear, "Do you want to be a lover?"
"Nonsense!" Kawashima Miji raised his head slightly, shook it hard two or three times, and took a deep breath: "I don't do anything wrong. It's best if you don't pester me."
Fujiwara Izaya gently stroked her wet hair and stroked her slippery back.
"Really, why can't you be gentler..." Kawashima Miji complained, putting her head softly on his chest and closing her eyes.
She was still breathing rapidly just now, but now she has returned to a slight tranquility, as if she had fallen asleep. A few strands of her hair, still dripping with water, were stuck to her forehead, outlining beautiful lines, and the tip of her delicate nose trembled slightly with her breathing from time to time.
Fujiwara Izaya wiped her face with his hands, wiping away the almost invisible drops of water in the corners of her eyes.
The world outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was still raining heavily, and the gloomy sky occasionally flashed dangerous thunder and lightning, which could not affect the comfort of the room at all.
After a while, Kawashima Miji opened her eyes.
His head was still resting on Fujiwara Izaya's body, and his blurry eyes were staring blankly at the heavy rain outside.
In the dimness, a dark thing passed by quickly, and the shape could not be clearly seen. It might be a crow... Thinking of the crow, Kawashima Miji turned aside and looked up at Fujiwara Izaya again.
"Your, um, that subordinate of yours, that tengu..." she asked hesitantly, her voice unexpectedly restrained.
A proud smile appeared on Fujiwara Izaya's face: "Do you want to ask me what kind of young master I am?"
"Don't laugh so hatefully!" Kawashima Miji couldn't get angry. She held his chest with both hands, straightened her waist, and looked down at him: "What are you hiding from me? Tell me quickly!"
Fujiwara Izaya touched her hair with one hand.
The fingers with sharp bones touched her ears from the hair, gently grasped her soft earlobes and kneaded them.
"..." Kawashima Miji's body trembled, and after a slight hesitation, she tilted her head and pressed her face into his palm.
"I am the Great Tengu," he said.
Kawashima Miji's eyes widened in disbelief: "Really?"
"Of course!" Fujiwara Izaya raised his index finger in front of his lips like a teacher reminding students to pay attention to classroom discipline, "Miss Luo Xinfu, are you going to tell the truth?"
In an instant.
Kawashima Miji's eyes seemed frozen, and her pupils lost their luster.
His lips trembled slightly as if speaking something, like the ripples caused by a leaf falling into the calm water.
"Well, that's the female police officer from Section 9 over there." Fujiwara Izaya said, pressing her head back to his chest, "Madam, you don't want others to know that you are a bride, right?"
"..."
Kawashima Miji felt like crying.
Once this kid was convinced of this matter, she could predict that he would continue to threaten her and force her to do all kinds of humiliating things in the future.
"Be good and don't disobey me," Fujiwara Izaya stroked the back of her head like a child and said softly, "Kiss me and see."
"……don't want."
"I have no choice but to go and make meritorious deeds."
"……don't want."
"Which one doesn't want it?"
"...I'll kiss you." Kawashima Miki gritted her teeth, took a deep breath after a moment, and as if she had made up her mind, she reached out and gently touched Fujiwara Izaya's cheek.
The fingertips were soft and smooth, and Izaya Fujiwara felt very comfortable.
Then, Kawashima Miki moved her body upwards, her lips came to Fujiwara Izaya's face, and she used her nose to "hiss" and inhale deeply at various parts of his face as if smelling something. Finally,
Locating the spot between his eyebrows, he placed his lips on it and kissed it gently.
"But, is it okay?"
Kawashima Miji looked at him nervously, her nose swelled slightly as she breathed, as if a little hardened.
"Let you go for now." Fujiwara Izaya patted her butt, feeling the amazing elasticity, and said happily: "How long are you going to wait? If you don't get up and make lunch for me, believe it or not, I will do it right now.
You ate it."
"……you!"
Kawashima Miji's face was red and pretty, and her eyes wanted to eat him right now.
"Don't believe it?" Fujiwara Izaya asked back, without giving her time to react, he directly dragged her hips with both hands and stood up, "Come on, follow me into the house!"
"Hey, hey, you can't!" Kawashima Miji immediately panicked, and her legs suddenly kicked randomly in the air, "Put me down, I'll go cook, go now -"
"Looking forward to my wife's craftsmanship."
Only then did Fujiwara Izaya put her down.
As soon as his feet touched the ground, Kawashima Miji suddenly turned around and kicked him into the water in retaliation.
"Plop~"
The water splashed, and looking at Fujiwara Izaya splashing in the water, a relieved smile appeared on Kawashima Miji's beautiful face.
"I'll poison the food!"
After announcing her plan loudly, Kawashima Miji stepped forward with her smooth feet, swayed her arms back and forth comfortably, and strode to the kitchen as if she was very happy.
According to Kasahara Fuka-Eri.
This spider, in the web weaved by itself, gradually became the prey of Fujiwara Izaya.