89. Since you dare to tempt, you have to pay the price.
Back on the ninth floor, Miji Kawashima was lying on the dining table, her forehead resting on her arms.
The tableware on the table was not cleared away. When Fujiwara Izaya walked over, she was still lying there motionless. Her smooth black hair hung down and covered her side face. On the shoulders of her white silk nightgown, her bra strands were faintly visible.
Thin suspenders.
"You were playing with fire just now!" Fujiwara Izaya said to the other side.
Kawashima Miji lay on her stomach and shook her head slightly on the table.
"Let me think about it, is your wife jealous or is she playing tricks on me?" Fujiwara Izaya sat down opposite her.
After a full 30 seconds, Kawashima Miji slowly raised her head from the table. A few thin hairs clung to her cheeks, and a slight moisture moved around her.
"Why are you coming back?" She pretended to take a tissue from the table to blow her nose, and used her fingers to push the hair away from her face in disgust, "Follow that female police officer from Section 9, and you're still here in my dirty place.
What are you doing here! Bastard!"
"To be honest, female police officers are indeed better." Fujiwara Izaya followed her words and said, "Even if you go to sea, with status bonuses such as female police officers and teachers, the selling price will be higher."
Kawashima Miji's expression changed, and her chest felt uncomfortable again!
It was just an angry comment at first, but I didn't expect Fujiwara Izaya to really think so, and a chill suddenly passed between his brows.
"Besides, in Japanese society, there is no future for those who follow evil ways." Fujiwara Izaya looked at her worsening expression, and felt even more amused in his heart, "Those who are gangsters, involved in pornography, gambling, drugs, etc., will be in trouble for the rest of their lives."
Don't try to wash your hands of it. No matter how rich you are, no matter how high your status is, you are still just a subordinate of a big shot, and your status is not even as good as a big lawyer or a big doctor. Not only will you not get the respect of the public, but you will also be scolded in the back.
.On the contrary, for police officers like Miss Kasahara, even if they are just junior police officers, everyone will respect them from the bottom of their hearts."
"..."
Kawashima Miji bit her lower lip and lowered her head.
Finally, she took a slow breath, a particularly long breath. Perhaps she thought it was too long, and then whispered: "You look down on me?"
"In terms of status, you are far inferior to Miss Kasahara." Fujiwara Izaya said in a sharp tone.
"...Then you go find her!" Kawashima Miji slightly shrugged her shoulders.
Feeling a little cold on her shoulders, she reached out and stuffed the bra strap into her pajamas, without any expression on her face.
"I not only want to find her, I want to be her colleague soon." Fujiwara Izaya said proudly, "Think about it, I am not only a priest, but also a police officer, a positive person who eats double meals from the public. And you
Well, on the surface she is a bad woman who runs a custom shop, but secretly she is a shady monster. It’s very miserable, isn’t it? Just like a sewer, a dark, damp, narrow life, oh, no, she is a monster."
Kawashima Miji's face turned even colder.
The little fists were clenched tightly together, and the nails were even slightly dug into the palms of the hands.
"Aren't you talking?" Fujiwara Izaya's expression was a little cold, and his voice was a little sarcastic, "Where was the courage to stretch your legs out just now? As someone who runs a custom shop, you are not so reserved, come and continue to seduce me.
.It’s not the first time anyway, you should be very skilled.”
Kawashima Miji bit her lip and looked up, staring at him for a long time.
It wasn't until her lower lip was bitten that a row of blood marks appeared. Then she shouted hatefully, word by word: "I hate you, I hate you!"
"You don't just hate me," Fujiwara Izaya said with a smile, "you even want to kill me, but you don't have the ability."
"Get out of here!" Kawashima Miji picked up the plate on the table and smashed it into his face.
Fujiwara Izaya dodged easily.
Then the second, then the third, until all the plates, knives and forks on the table were thrown away, Kawashima Miki stood up in a hurry, wiped her tears and ran out of the restaurant. A few seconds later, Fujiwara Izaya heard "touch"
The sound of a door closing.
This time it really made her cry...
Fujiwara Izaya smiled bitterly and found a broom to clean up the broken tableware on the floor. He opened the refrigerator, drank a large bottle of ice mineral water, stared at the label on the refrigerator door for a while, and finally called the front desk on the first floor.
Let them bring a bouquet of roses.
A large bouquet of bright red roses exudes the same rich fragrance as Kawashima Meiji.
"Madam, open the door." Fujiwara Izaya knocked on her bedroom door.
No response.
I knocked again, but still no response.
Finally, he kicked the door open and walked inside.
The heavy rain in May kept falling, the lights were not turned on in the room, and there was insufficient light. Kawashima Miji was lying on the big white bed, with gorgeous black hair and white arms, motionless like a seriously injured and dying animal.
Fujiwara Izaya walked over and turned her face over.
The roses were brought to the tip of her nose, and his face was also brought to her. All kinds of flowers said to her: "Please accept today's roses, Madam."
"Go away!"
Across the petals, Kawashima Miji looked at him with eyes that were about to cry.
"Why does your wife smell so good?" Fujiwara Izaya turned over, held her in his arms and asked, "Do you take a bath with roses every day?"
"No comment!"
Kawashima Miji struggled to speak, her tone was as if she was facing an enemy.
"If you take a bath with roses," Fujiwara Izaya took out a rose and placed it between their noses, "then does this mean we are smelling your bath water?"
Kawashima Miji's lips opened a little and then recovered immediately.
After suppressing her smile, she raised her arm and pointed at the door: "Get out!"
"I won't come back after I leave." Fujiwara Izaya said.
Kawashima Meiji said decisively: "It's the best!"
"Don't regret it!"
"No regrets!"
"Okay," Fujiwara Izaya let go of his hand, put the rose on the table, and shook his head with regret, "from now on, I can only play with my little spider."
"..."
Kawashima Miji bit her lip and gasped twice.
With a "snap", she threw a pillow on Fujiwara Izaya's back, cursed an asshole, and then covered herself in the quilt, with tears falling down.
Fujiwara Izaya strolled out of the living room and called the Suzuki Police Department to explain a few things. He also wanted to send the phone number of Priest Ito of Yoshihara Shrine and ask him for a small favor.
All the preparations that need to be done are almost done, now it’s time to prepare Kawashima Miji.
Back in the bedroom, Fujiwara Izaya lifted up the quilt, took off his shirt, got in, and hugged her from behind.
In the dark room, you could hear the rustling sounds of undressing, and feeling the smooth and warm body of Kawashima Miji, Izaya Fujiwara leaned into her ear and said, "Is your wife so sentimental?"
Kawashima Miji closed her eyes tightly, and he still put his hand on her smooth back.
He didn't speak, didn't resist, and didn't cooperate. He acted as if he were a dead person. Even his breathing was weak as never before.
"There's nothing wrong with opening a custom shop," Fujiwara Izaya held one of her little hands and raised it in front of his eyes, "Anyway, I am a person who is inseparable from gambling and drug addiction, so my wife can't touch her."
Kawashima Miji closed her eyes, and there was a muffled sound in her throat.
There was a small silver ring on her ring finger. Fujiwara Izaya stared at it for a while, then peeled the ring off her slender finger and threw it into the trash can next to the bed.
"This one is too ugly," he said, "I'll give you a nicer one later."
Kawashima Meiji still remained silent.
"By the way, what will my wife do in the future?" Fujiwara Izaya asked, lying on her shoulder, "If you made a scene with me today, will the organization think you have betrayed and issue a kill order for you?"
"You don't have to worry about me even if I die!" Kawashima Miji finally spoke.
The dark and moist air, mixed with her cold voice, made the atmosphere even more depressing. Fujiwara Izaya slowly slid a hand along her smooth back, gently stroking her skin like a feather.
Stroking down the back.
Kawashima Miji trembled all over, clenching her fists to endure it.
When that hand touched her round buttocks, she whined as if she couldn't bear it, then turned around suddenly and beat Fujiwara Izaya's chest with her fist: "What do you want! Just say yes to anything."
Well, don't torture me like this, I can't stand it anymore..."
Her tone was very sad and pitiful.
Apart from this, Fujiwara Izaya suddenly felt that if he met her under normal circumstances, he might be able to spend a pleasant time with her.
certainly.
This situation now cannot be normal.
"I have an idea and I need my wife's help." Fujiwara Izaya hugged her front and leaned towards her lips.
"...No!" Kawashima Miji tilted her head, only letting the kid kiss her cheek.
Then she quickly covered her face with her hands, and just stiffened her body, looking like she was free to do anything else except here.
Not being able to see her shy expression, the feeling was not satisfying enough. Fujiwara Izaya wanted to break her hand away. However, Kawashima Miki used all her strength to protect her lips, as if she was risking her life, and would not take a step back.
.
"Madam, you are so naughty!"
Fujiwara Izaya threatened.
Kawashima Miji glanced at him through the gap between her fingertips, then turned her back to him, still refusing to let go of her hands covering her face.
"Okay, let's take a walk first." Fujiwara Izaya hugged her from behind and put his arms in front of her chest. The soft touch was very comfortable.
Kawashima Miji's body is tight.
But she didn't hide or struggle, and she didn't even dare to breathe louder.
"My wife is also under suspicion anyway," Fujiwara Izaya said while feeling the softness of her body, "Why don't you take refuge in me."
Kawashima Meiji's body trembled slightly but she said nothing.
"It's not honorable to be the owner of a custom shop, so how about being a miko?" Fujiwara Izaya said what he had planned for a long time.
"..."
Kawashima Miji's heart trembled.
She turned around silently and peeked at him through her fingers, trying to tell if he was lying.
"A miko with a noble status in white clothes and red skirt." Fujiwara Izaya put his forehead against hers and seduced her word by word, "From now on, wherever you go, people will no longer look down on you because of your status.
, but will also look at you with admiration and trust."
Kawashima Meiji hummed and continued to cover her face.
"You will get rid of the darkness and walk in the light from now on." Fujiwara Izaya blew on the tip of her nose, "You will incarnate justice, you will represent purity, you will represent the destruction of the moon..."
"Wait a minute..." Kawashima Miki interrupted him, "The last line is Sailor Moon's line, right?"
"You also watch Sailor Moon?"
"Have seen a little..."
"Want to be a Sailor Moon?"
"Uh... I wanted to come here when I was a kid."
"Then become a miko!"
"……real?"
"Of course it's true."
Kawashima Miji spread her fingers, her eyes shining: "...Didn't you lie to me?"
"How dare I lie to my wife?" Fujiwara Izaya said with great sincerity.
"..." Kawashima Meiji hesitated for nearly half a minute, then slowly lowered her hand, revealing her delicate and flawless light red face. In the dim room, that touch of delicate color can be called the most perfect color in human history.
.
"It's so beautiful." Fujiwara Izaya pinched her cheek.
"But..." Kawashima Miji hesitated, and her eyes became confused again, "I am a monster. How can a monster be a miko..."
After saying that, she looked a little disappointed, pursed her lips, and could not hide the sadness between her brows.
"I am also a youkai, and I am also a priest." Fujiwara Izaya smoothed her eyebrows with his hand and said softly, "Different identities only represent different stances on affairs, but cannot directly distinguish between good and evil. As long as you
If you remember the duties of a miko and perform them day after day, you will be the best miko in the world."
"Um……"
Kawashima Miji nodded silently, her eyes a little moved and a little confused.
"But if I become a witch, won't I be blamed by the gods?" she asked.
Fujiwara Izaya said loudly: "I am God!"
His voice is gentle, neither arrogant nor impetuous. He has the high-spiritedness of a young man and the composure and stability of a mountain.
"...Smelly!" Kawashima Miji cursed, her face moved slightly forward, her ears were pressed against his chest, and she listened to his strong heartbeat and asked: "Even if you are a god, you are just a wild god wandering in the world. What if?
If you let the chief priest in Takamagahara know that you adopted a monster as a shrine maiden, your identity and the shrine may be stripped away, and you will lose everything."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Fujiwara Izaya rubbed her hair and laughed at her like a child who doesn't understand the world: "This is his daughter-in-law. If he dares to do that, my mother can stab him to death, do you believe it?"
"……Clam?"
Kawashima Miji's current expression is exactly the same as when she saw the little spider for the first time.
Looking at her slightly open sexy lips, Fujiwara Izaya subconsciously moved forward. Just when he was about to touch her, Kawashima Miki suddenly came back to his senses and covered his face for a moment: "No, what?
No way! Also, what kind of daughter-in-law, can you stop saying these words, get out, get out!"
While talking, she didn't forget to kick Fujiwara Izaya hard with her foot, trying to kick him off the bed.
Fujiwara Izaya flexibly put his hand under her knees, put his other hand around her waist, and suddenly picked her up, saying viciously: "I let you seduce me with your feet just now. It's time to make you pay the price."
.”
The body was suddenly exposed to the air, and the temperature became slightly cooler.
"Ah, bastard!" Kawashima Miji arched her back hard, with one hand across her chest and the other hand still covering her lips, "Put me down, I'll give you one last chance to put me down!"
Fujiwara Izaya shook the woman in his arms: "What if I don't let go?"
"...Believe it or not, I sucked you dry!" Kawashima Miji blushed so hard it looked like she was about to bleed.
"How to suck it?"
"With your mouth, of course!"
"Is there such a good thing?"
"...Don't get it wrong, it's not the kind of sucking you think!"
"Is that the kind of suck I'm thinking of?"
"..."
Kawashima Meiji choked for a moment.
Bastard, how do you want me to say such shameful words?
"My wife is also high in attack and low in defense." Fujiwara Izaya said funny, put her back on the quilt, hugged her from behind, and covered her belly with his hands, "It's so fun."
Kawashima Meiji asked coldly: "Yes?"
"...Uh" Fujiwara Izaya wanted to slap himself.
Kawashima Miji turned her back to him and snorted softly from the tip of her nose to express her dissatisfaction.
"It's one of my schoolmates," Fujiwara Izaya explained, "The one I was discussing with Miss Kasahara just now, her sister is named Asuka."
"Sisters take it all!" Kawashima Miji said with a straight face and straight back.
"No way," Fujiwara Izaya said close to her ear, "I have never held hands with the two of them, so how can I be so close to my wife?"
The heat filled her ears, and Kawashima Miji's shoulders trembled involuntarily.
"It's none of my business whether you hold hands with them or not, let go! Don't touch me!" As she said that, she began to twist her body again, struggling a few times symbolically.
Fujiwara Izaya tightened his arms and refused to let go of her.
Soon, Kawashima Meiji stopped struggling and huddled in his arms as quietly as a virgin.
After many interactions like this, she no longer resisted much. On the contrary, she still found a steady stream of happiness in the forced humiliation.
After a moment of silence, she asked quietly: "Do you really want me to be a witch?"
"Really." Fujiwara Izaya felt her firm and flat belly and said in a relaxed and cheerful tone, "The current Asakusa Shrine is a bit shabby for me alone."
Kawashima Miji let out a soft hum, feeling softer than ever before.
"My wife has such a good temperament, she is a standard classical beauty." Fujiwara Izaya imagined how she would look in a miko uniform, looking forward to it, "There is no doubt that as long as she puts on the miko uniform, my wife will complete a perfect marriage."
Metamorphosis is like a moth turning into a butterfly.”
Kawashima Miki thought about how she looked in a miko costume, and her heart almost melted, and she felt warm all over her body.
"But..." Fujiwara Izaya changed the subject.
"But what?" Kawashima Miji's expression became tense.
"Because my wife is a monster, it would be very dangerous for the people in the Yin-Yang House to know." Fujiwara Izaya said with a solemn expression.
"I knew it would be like this..."
Kawashima Miji's expression quickly darkened.
Really.
Since you can't do it, don't coax me with such a beautiful vision... The flame of hope was just ignited by him, and was stamped out by him. Kawashima Miji's mouth felt bitter, and the corners of her eyes were sore.
"Unless my wife can be my shikigami." Fujiwara Izaya said.
"?"
Kawashima Miji turned her head and looked at him out of the corner of her eye.
"I want my shikigami to be a shikigami, and no one dares to tell me what to do." Fujiwara Izaya turned her body back, facing him, and asked cheek to cheek: "Would you like to be a shikigami for me, madam?"
Kawashima Meiji silently shook her head.
"I will not restrict my wife's freedom." Fujiwara Izaya kissed the moist corners of her eyes, his eyes full of sincerity, "Relatively speaking, if you become a shikigami for me, my wife will have more freedom. After all, you are now under the control of the organization.
Don't you have no control over yourself? At least I can make you live a happier life, and I can always protect you and protect you from any nightmares."
Kawashima Miji sniffed.
Disgusting!
Why do you want to cry so much?
"If you don't say anything, do you think the wife agrees?" Fujiwara Izaya said.
Kawashima Meiji lowered her gaze and said nothing.
"Tonight, I will prove it to my wife, and I will have a shikigami concluding ceremony with you tomorrow." Fujiwara Izaya hugged her, "I have the ability to protect my wife, and I also have the determination to protect my wife."
Kawashima Meiji said oh.
Then, when she saw Fujiwara Izaya approaching her face, she was so frightened that she immediately covered her face without saying a word.
"Sooner or later, you will take the initiative to kiss me." Fujiwara Lin didn't take it seriously, resting on her chest with his eyes closed.
"..."
Kawashima Miji looked at him through her fingers: "Unless you really like me, I will never take the initiative."
"There will be a day, although it is not now, but I think there will be a day when I really like my wife." Fujiwara Izaya reached out and took off her hand covering her face, staring at her red and charming face, "After all, Mrs.
It’s really cute.”
"...Cute?" Kawashima Meiji looked away shyly, hesitated for a long time, and gently confirmed: "Really?"
"This sentence is absolutely sincere."
"...Didn't you coax me?"
"Of course I'm coaxing you, but I'm coaxing you sincerely."
Kawashima Meiji hummed.
Slowly, her body softened, she leaned into Fujiwara Izaya's arms, and whispered: "Be safe tonight, do you need my help?"
"Just wait for me at home."
"Okay, then you can rest and recuperate."
"Won't you encourage me, madam?"
"...what encouragement?"
"For example, um, use your body to soothe my emotions so that I can face it in the best possible condition?"
"...Don't move, let me do it by myself." After saying that, Kawashima Miji lifted her body up, put her hands around his neck, hugged his face into her arms, and inserted her fingers into his hair.
Li gently touched him, "No matter what the outcome is, I'm very grateful. Here, I wish Fujiwara-kun good luck in martial arts! Ah - bastard, don't bite me, let go, you pervert, pervert!!!"
The heavy rain outside the window kept falling.
In the sky in several directions, groups of crows flew past, quickly converging towards Yoshihara.