It was raining heavily outside, and the sound of rain could be heard in the room.
Miki Kawashima was taking a shower in the bathroom, and Izaya Fujiwara was a little hungry. He carefully chopped a few celery stalks in the kitchen, mixed them with mayonnaise, and drank beer while eating. Halfway through the meal, a phone call came, and it was Asuka.
of.
"Senior, what are you doing?"
"Chewing celery and drinking beer in the kitchen."
"What a tragedy!"
"It's nothing tragic," Fujiwara Izaya said while eating, "There are many, many more miserable things in the world than this, you just didn't pay attention.",
"Where is senior?"
"In Yoshiwara."
"Bubble bath?"
"Congratulations, schoolgirl, you guessed it right!"
"Ahhhh-"
On the other end of the receiver, the schoolgirl's frantic voice came.
"People are so worried about you, and you actually joked with me," she said grumblingly, "Tomorrow is the board meeting! Mom said she was going to criticize you, so I went to find you to discuss countermeasures."
"I'm sorry, not now." Fujiwara Izaya replied, "I'm doing something very important right now, so I can't have any interruptions, so I'm sorry."
Finished speaking.
They all made a sound and resolutely turned off the phone.
Fujiwara Izaya washed the dishes and went to the sofa in the living room to watch TV.
On TV Tokyo's evening news, the reporter was reporting on the flooding situation in the Akasaka Mitsuke subway station and the suspension of several tram lines. When he saw that the time was almost up, he shouted toward the bathroom: "Madam, trouble is coming."
point."
"I know, why urge me--"
Kawashima Miji roared impatiently.
In the bathroom, she was a little upset and did the same stretching exercises naked in the bathtub. After spending nearly an hour and torturing herself until she lost strength, she lay in the empty bathtub and listened to the blood flow.
Listen to the intense messages from your heart.
There is ice tea on the small stool next to it.
Picked it up and took a sip,
It has no taste, just like a ball of cotton stuffed in your mouth, absorbing all the taste.
"well……"
Kawashima Miji sighed.
Turn on the hot water switch, soak your whole body in the hot water, close your eyes and enjoy it comfortably.
The consciousness slowly faded and fell into a self-woven dream.
The ruins are in full bloom with cherry blossoms.
The salty sea breeze blows from the spring sea, instantly blowing away the illusion of worldly glory.
Among the petals in the sky, there is a particularly eye-catching figure.
This time, Kawashima Miji clearly saw this man's face. There was no doubt that he was that hateful kid.
"Little Spider," he said, "come over here."
Kawashima Miji walked towards him with spider legs.
The scattered petals fell on her face, hair, and bare shoulders, seeming to turn her into a cherry color.
"Is this the result you want?" He said without blinking, "In other words, to free you from the constraints, to realize yourself, to get your destination... right?"
"Yes, I want a home..." Kawashima Meiji lowered her eyebrows, "I... I haven't had a place to live since I was born... So, I want to get my own place to live.
.”
"Since you want it, it must be the best...right?"
"Anyone would think so, it's natural."
Kawashima Meiji said bravely.
He watched grimly.
"That's right... I think so about this too. Your own conditions are outstanding, so it would be a pity to disappear in the blink of an eye."
"I'm so grateful for the compliment, but I don't deserve it."
Kawashima Miji smiled slightly.
However, the cherry-colored broken molds flying all over the sky obscured her expression, and she seemed to be crying at the same time.
In fact, crying is real.
The sadness and bitterness are all real.
Even so, Kawashima Miji still had to laugh.
"Even so, what you did before was too much.
"
"If I remain silent, no one will give me a roof over my head."
"So you don't hesitate to leave many corpses on the road?"
Kawashima Meiji looked at his eyebrows and said: "Why are you suddenly talking about benevolence, justice and morality? It's nothing like you. When facing me, you can use force or force to do anything..."
"You are a bad person."
"How cunning. Why do you want to talk to me from the standpoint of a good person..."
"Because what I'm doing," he smiled, "puts me in the shoes of a good person."
Kawashima Meiji narrowed her eyes.
The kid's face became more and more clear in his sight.
"Kawashima Meiji——"
The wind stopped.
The cherry blossom petals are falling softly.
He turned around and came over.
Kawashima Miji's shoulders trembled, but she did not flinch.
"You can't escape, just obey me." As he said that, he stretched out his hand and hugged Spider Girl.
"you……"
Kawashima Miji forgot to bluff for a moment.
This kind of frivolity is a humiliation for women.
This kid likes to seize on this aspect of her to intimidate her.
Stop.
Can't stop.
Cherry blossoms swirl and dance.
"You are uneasy factors that move in an orderly manner, able to create network-like organizations on your own, constantly generating new troubled times. You participate in the planning and mobilization of it..."
"I……"
"Subjective and objective, active and passive, the plan that has been launched will endlessly produce new troubles. So in the end...the organization's plan is realized, but on the contrary, you will lose a lot."
"lose……"
"Lost, everything..."
"No..." Kawashima Miji shook her head, and as the cherry blossoms fell, she said stubbornly: "That's not loss, it's just being abandoned and expelled by me!"
Then why are you so scared?" He asked with a stern look, "You... are actually very sad. So many clan members have died and so many unrelated strangers have been implicated..."
"I……"
Kawashima Miji suddenly felt very sad.
Because, although she has countless faces with different personalities, her inner feelings are always just one.
At this time, the kid said in a tone that was either admonishing or giving up: "Are you going to continue to do what you did before? To be honest, it doesn't matter to me whether you will be sad or miserable in the future. You are very capable.
And I have a smart mind, so I will be fascinated by you. But if this continues for a long time... you will collapse."
After saying that, the kid fell silent and stopped talking.
Kawashima Miji also laughed.
"Yes." She said, "I might as well... follow your advice."
Without waiting for the kid to speak, she added: "But you have to say something considerate...
The sound was blown away by the spring breeze.
Although the kid didn't hear clearly, he understood what she meant, so he nodded.
Under the blooming cherry blossoms, Kawashima Meiji put on new cherry-colored clothes, and only the dancing petals could be seen in the field of vision.
"The matter has come to this, I will not admit defeat in front of you, I will live stronger than you and anyone else. Because..."
She said quietly and resolutely: "...This is the principle of marrying a bride."
The screen pauses here.
"ah--"
"Asshole, don't touch my butt——"
In the thick steam, Kawashima Miji fluttered in the bathtub.
After taking a few sips of her own bath water and coughing violently, she finally came back to her senses. She leaned on the edge of the bathtub, recalling the contents of her dream, and looked at the chandelier in the bathroom.
"Really..." she muttered, "Kawashima Miki, you idiot, how could you convince yourself to give it for free!"
But now that the matter is over, there seems to be nothing to worry about.
From now on, I should accept him more, Kawashima Miki thought. I should understand his thoughts and hug him tightly.
Anyway, this is what I want.
Even if it's just for a moment, it's enough to feel at ease.
Thinking of this, Kawashima Miji took a deep breath.
My heart felt empty, a little relieved, and a little sad. The bright light above my head shone brightly, like the first summer in my memory.
After getting out of the bathtub, Kawashima Miji looked at the mirror in confusion, combing her hair, putting on makeup, and applying brightly colored lipstick to her lips.
"g..." She poked her head out and asked, "What kind of clothes do you want me to wear?"
"Workplace attire!" Fujiwara Izaya replied without hesitation, "Sexy suspender bra and stockings, black red-soled high-heeled shoes, preferably a lady's hairstyle, and a pair of elegant gold-rimmed glasses."
"……abnormal!"
Kawashima Miji's face turned red and she cursed him in a low voice.
She came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bathrobe, walked into the large walk-in closet, half-bent, with her plump and white butt raised high, she stretched her two slender legs into her stockings one after another, and then straightened them up.
The waist was lifted to the middle of the thigh, and the socks were pinched and flicked with the fingers.
Then, put on your underwear, buckle the suspenders of the garter stockings on the lace crotch cloth around your waist, and finally pull the crotch a few times with your hands to correct the position.
The movements are so elegant and quiet, yet sexy and hot.
After putting on her socks and underwear, Kawashima Meiji turned around with a blushing face and glanced towards the living room. Without saying anything, she put on the silk shirt hanging in the closet, the kind that was thin and translucent. Then she put it on again.
Wearing a short skirt, I swayed and twisted my waist several times in front of the mirror.
"I'm so beautiful!"
After praising herself, Kawashima Meiji bent down again, found a pair of empty black red-soled high heels from the shoe cabinet, and put them on her black silk feet. Then, she straightened her clothes and hair, and turned around gracefully.
Come up and start practicing your expressions in front of the mirror.
While recalling Faye Dunaway's look in "Dragnet", she put on a cold expression.
Like a cold, sharp knife.
A calm and sexy workplace lady who goes well with formal suits.
Finally, she turned off the light and walked toward the living room with dry steps.
"Da, da, da, da..."
The voice is getting closer and closer, clear and loud, and very powerful. Just by listening to these capable footsteps, you can tell that the woman walking over is a strong career woman with a cold personality and a tough hand.
Fujiwara Izaya turned off the TV and straightened his back.
After a while, a beautiful lady wearing a black workplace skirt came into his sight.
She has a round and classic oval face, black hair elegantly tied on the back of her head, deep and sharp eyes, and sexy red lips, full of the unique charm of a mature woman. Her figure is undeniably good for her mother's appearance, and she is over 168 centimeters tall.
There is almost no trace of fat, her waist is slender, and her chest is round and plump. Black suspenders and black stiletto pointed high heels perfectly show off her perky buttocks. Her legs are well-proportioned and slender, and her whole body exudes the look of a working woman.
A breath of intelligence and competence.
"It's wonderful!" Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but admired.
Wearing stockings and high heels with workplace attire, a lusty figure and an ascetic iceberg expression, he couldn't refuse this sentiment at all.
"snort!"
Kawashima Meiji has a frosty face.
As soon as she sat down on the sofa, she crossed her arms and crossed one leg without looking at anyone.
"Madam," Fujiwara Izaya came over, "Should we start directly, or should we talk about feelings first?"
Kawashima Meiji turned her head slightly and looked out the window, as if she was watching Ye Yu.
It seems like we need to talk about relationships first.
"Madam, this outfit looks really nice." Fujiwara Izaya decided to start by flattering her.
"Where is the best place to look?" Kawashima Miji turned around and looked at him with contempt, "If you can't say anything, I will trample you to death tonight."
"This hairstyle!" Fujiwara Izaya pointed at her hair tied behind her head. "It looks a bit messy, but it exudes an artistic atmosphere invisibly. The mess is full of the smell of stone. It looks professional at first glance.
Designed by a stylist.”
Kawashima Miji leaned on the sofa, put one hand on the armrest of the sofa, supported her chin, and glanced at him casually: "Really?"
When she was combing her hair just now, her mind was filled with memories of her dreams. How could she comb her hair well?
"Really!" Fujiwara Izaya nodded fiercely, "It's so charming that can't be described in words! (It just doesn't look like a designed hairstyle at all, so I can't even praise it.)"
Kawashima Mei remembered and touched her hair with her hands.
His eyes subconsciously avoided him for a moment, then turned back to Fujiwara Izaya indifferently.
"Then there are these black stockings." Fujiwara Izaya continued, "I have always believed that girls should wear white stockings to look pure and cute. Sisters should wear black stockings to look mysterious and sexy. And wives, of course, have to wear fleshy stockings.
Silk looks natural and gentle. Although I call Miss Meiji my wife, you are not really married after all, so the mysterious and sexy black silk is the perfect match for your temperament."
"Really?"
"real!"
Kawashima Meiji nodded dullly.
"Madam," Fujiwara Izaya sat over and asked, "Can we start?"
"I'm hungry!" Kawashima Miki suddenly stood up and walked towards the kitchen with brisk and sharp steps. Suddenly, a cold wind passed by, and Fujiwara Izaya suddenly flashed in front of her, "Sit down first and wait.
I'll get you something to eat."
"No need!" Kawashima Miji gave him a cold look.
As she said that, she walked around Fujiwara Izaya coldly and got into the kitchen.
"Let you pretend first, you will feel better later." Fujiwara Izaya scolded her, took out the bag that Dark Crow gave him, and began to play with the altar.
In the kitchen, Kawashima Miji took out a papaya from the refrigerator and happily dug into it with a spoon.
It’s so cool——
It's so cool to show off that brat!
Kawashima Meiji looked sweetly, and there was light flowing in her eyes.
seem……
After losing the hostile relationship, the kid's attitude towards her is no longer so hateful. In other words, now that I am one of his own, will he not be so rude?
Yes.
Just like how you treat Kasahara Fuka-Eri.
His performance was extremely respectful.
As long as he puts on that posture, he will never dare to make a mistake.
Thinking about this possibility, Kawashima Miji suddenly felt able to do it again.
But.
There should be some moderation in the behavior of showing off.
After all, he still has the handle.
You should be cold and stoic at times, gentle and passionate at other times.
As a new bride, Kawashima Meiji knows very well that this kind of aloofness, hot and cold attitude is the best way to attract a man's appetite.
"Now, I, Kawashima Miji, will become a hunter again!"
With a confident declaration, she threw the eaten papaya into the trash can and returned to the living room.
In the middle of the living room, an altar was set up, with red branches and coins enshrined on it. In addition, various magical instruments were displayed, and hanging scrolls with incantations were hung. In addition, the lights in the living room were turned off, and there were only candlesticks on the altar.
The candle flickered gently, illuminating the room dimly.
"Fujiwara..."
Kawashima Meiji called out softly.
That voice was so delicate and charming... Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but feel warm in his heart and turned to look at him.
The light from the candle-shaped lake illuminated the profile of the face. Kawashima Miji clenched her hands nervously and showed a slightly shy smile. This rare and shy Mo Yang looked like a newlywed wife waiting for her husband's favor, which made people unable to help but
Heartbeat speeds up.
"Um..." Kawashima Miji glanced at him, then quickly lowered her head, holding the hem of her short skirt with both hands, shyly folding her slender legs, showing him one thigh, and then asked hesitantly.
: "Is my skirt too short?"
The shorter it would be better... Fujiwara Izaya's Adam's apple twitched, and he swallowed his saliva and said: "Come here, let me see it clearly and then evaluate it."
"Um……"
Kawashima Miji hummed and walked towards him pretending to be shy.
Halfway through, her steps staggered a few times, like a toddler wearing high heels for the first time, her expression revealing stubbornness and cuteness.uu Kanshu www.uukanshu.com And the tight
The curve of the calf is so beautiful that it makes people’s hearts flutter.
"It's so hard to wear high heels..." she complained, puffing out her cheeks.
"How could it be..." Fujiwara Izaya stood up and helped her sit down, "My wife's calves are so thin and her buttocks are so curved. They are best suited for wearing high heels. If you wear boots, the arc of your calves will be blocked. If
If you wear flat shoes, you won’t be able to shape your standing posture, and the lines of your buttocks will not be shown. The way you dress now can only be described as perfect!”
Kawashima Miji's eyelids twitched: "Didn't you lie to me?"
"Of course not!" Fujiwara Izaya replied, holding her legs up on his thighs, gently taking off the high heels from her feet, and gently massaging her ankles, "If you feel tired, you can also reduce the amount appropriately.
wear."
The voice was gentler than ever before.
At least, in Kawashima Meiji's impression, this was the first time that he was so gentle to her.
Um.
It seems that he will not be so tough on his own people... Kawashima Miji's eyes showed a cunning luster. Under the candlelight, she bit her lower lip slightly and murmured shyly, but charmingly: "Fujiwara
Jun..."
"Um?"
Fujiwara Izaya looked back.
In the dim red light of the candle, she smiled softly and affectionately. Looking at the fiery gaze of the little devil, she gracefully put her hand behind her head and gently pulled it.
The long black hair fell silently and instantly covered him like a net.
The touching charm that overflowed in this moment made Fujiwara Izaya almost think that she was planning to devote herself now.
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