I have an infinite number of shikigami

Kawashima Miki furrowed her brows tightly, her eyelashes trembling.

Her stunningly beautiful face, expressing neither joy nor pain, was utterly enchanting.

On the surface, Mrs. Miki exuded an alluring and elegant demeanor; behind closed doors, she leaned towards a pure beauty. She always held a bit of reserve at the start, gradually becoming more entranced as things progressed. It was precisely because she was so adorable and charming that she brought Fujiwara Reya an unparalleled sense of achievement and satisfaction.

Fujiwara Reya paused and pressed his lips against hers, unmoving.

Kissed on the lips, Kawashima Miki seemed to have reached the limit of her impatience, struggling to utter, "Why are you teasing me again, hurry up..."

Her voice was part pleading, part playful.

The boiling sensations made her oval face show signs of distressed agitation.

In moments like this, she was beautifully seductive to the extreme, almost melting away. Soon she shuddered all over, panting heavily, her tense muscles suddenly relaxing, naturally leaning into Fujiwara Reya's embrace.

The room quieted down, with only the gentle sound of waves echoing in the ears.

"Still thirsty, ma'am?" Fujiwara Reya asked in her ear.

Kawashima Miki turned slightly, resting her head on his shoulder, "I wasn't thirsty to begin with, it's you, this little lecher, who's thirsty."

Her voice was lazy and seductive, her face flushed with a lingering satisfaction. She was so lush and delicate now, even a woman would be moved seeing her.

Fujiwara Reya combed her sweat-dampened hair with his hand.

"By the way, I'm really curious..." Kawashima Miki asked casually with a sleepy voice, "What's going on with you? Did you take something? Eager is one thing, but so strong and, well... hard..."

Perhaps she had exhausted herself earlier, her voice was somewhat muffled.

Fujiwara Reya held her heated body tightly, "Mrs. Miki is the strongest drug."

In the bright moonlight, Kawashima Miki gave him a sidelong glance.

She took Fujiwara Reya's hand, placed her own in his palm, interlocking their fingers.

Fujiwara Reya turned his head, looking at her.

Their faces were so close, their noses almost touching.

"Were you thinking of someone else just now?" Mrs. Miki asked with a playful smile.

Fujiwara Reya wasn't a fool; he wouldn't fall into the trap. He immediately slapped her rear, "Forgot how you begged just now, didn't you?"

"It was because I remembered my pleading that I realized just how relentless you were..." Kawashima Miki's voice turned cute, innocent, and elusive.

"Oh, would you like us to go again gently?"

"Eh?"

"Don't want to?"

Kawashima Miki stayed silent.

Her slender arms wrapped around Fujiwara Reya's neck like two nimble little serpents, and she kissed him on the lips.

Their cheeks and lips pressed together, feeling each other's tenderness, exchanging emotions. Fujiwara Reya embraced her tightly, with their waists and legs sticking together, any lurking unknown dangers in his mind vanished without a trace.

Just as Fujiwara Reya was about to proceed to the next step, Kawashima Miki playfully pushed him away and headed for the bathroom.

"I'm all sweaty, going to take a bath. No touching me tonight..." she sang a light tune, picking up the scattered clothes on the floor and heading to the bathroom.

"Taking a bath after drinking might cause a stroke!" Fujiwara Reya tried to reason.

"It's okay, after all, I'm an old woman."

"Let's exercise again to get rid of the alcohol."

"No way, I'm all sweaty, how uncomfortable..."

No matter how tired Kawashima Miki was, the first thing she did upon coming home was to take a bath.

She was quite particular about it.

However, in this situation, she could obviously bathe a little later.

Fujiwara Reya was a hundred percent sure that she was baiting him.

"Obediently stay outside; don't come in," Kawashima Miki said as she placed her clothes in the laundry basket at the bathroom door and then shut the door with a bang.

She lay into the bathtub filled with hot water.

The warmth soaked her whole body, the fatigue from before eased from every pore.

"Ah~"

Kawashima Miki closed her eyes contentedly.

Not even a minute passed when footsteps were heard from outside.

A lazy smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, as she thought she'd known he wouldn't obediently stay outside.

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Fujiwara Reya leaned idly against the bed head.

The bathroom's overflowing water made splashing sounds, and as he listened, he suddenly felt the urge to go in. He and Mrs. Miki had bathed together before, but she always hid away, shrunk in a corner of the bathtub, completely still, and only continued to bathe after Fujiwara Reya finished and left.

Perhaps this time, he could coax her into taking the lead.

Fujiwara Reya headed towards the bathroom.

He glanced inside the laundry basket as he passed by.

Underneath the nightgown lay lacy underwear, and at the bottom was his. Even on a cruise ship's cabin, she kept the same habit as at home, folding the clothes neatly after taking them off.

The detail of hiding little panties at the bottom was enough to showcase her cuteness.

Fujiwara Reya pressed his ear against the bathroom door. Hearing no noise inside, he quietly opened the door.

No matter how shy she was later, he intended to hold her tightly, scolding and instructing her with the air of the master of the house, making her yield out of embarrassment under the bright lights... With such thoughts, he barged into the bathroom.

Amid the swirling mist, Kawashima Miki rested her head on the edge of the bathtub, appearing to be asleep.