I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 123 - 86. Kawashima Miki gradually becomes prey_2

Fujiwara Reya always believed that the combination of mysterious black and alluring red exuded a mature womanly charm.

"Talk," he urged, gently caressing her smooth abdomen with his hands.

"Don’t... you can’t do this..." Kawashima Miki twisted her head, arching her body to push him away with her hips while dodging. But her movements and strength were very moderate, showing no real resistance, "Little rascal, don’t be too reckless, don’t... please... don’t..."

"Come up, let’s sit and talk."

Fujiwara Reya released her waist and instead pulled her hand to sit on the edge of the pool.

Kawashima Miki couldn’t break free, glaring at him fiercely, then resignedly allowed him to pull her to the poolside, sitting down next to him. She wore only underwear, and so did Fujiwara Reya, their bodies slick and water droplets constantly falling.

Their appearance was a contrast: she was sleek and elegant, embodying a mature charm, while he was a tall, handsome sunshine boy. They held hands like a young couple, without any awkwardness.

Kasahara Fumi pressed her lips to the thin edge of her wine glass, inhaling the scent of pine liqueur.

She stared at the two by the pool, completely still, with only her long eyelashes fluttering gently like butterfly wings now and then.

"Do you think you can act like nothing happened by not speaking?" Fujiwara Reya continued to pressure Kawashima Miki.

Kawashima Miki let out an indifferent "uh".

She tugged forcefully, but when she couldn’t pull her hand away, she silently turned her face to look at Luo Xinfu, who was playing alone in the pool, unwilling to talk to this jerk.

"Today I offended an entire Extreme Organization for the sake of the Mrs.!"

Fujiwara Reya spread his fingers, interlocking them one by one with Kawashima Miki’s, their fingers entwined.

Kawashima Miki’s arm stiffened, but she didn’t pull away, glancing sideways at their clasped hands and sighing: "One day, this rash little rascal of yours will get me killed."

After speaking, she slightly raised her head, staring blankly at the clear water surface.

"Before dying, how about we settle the unfinished business first?" Fujiwara Reya tugged at her arm.

In an instant, Kawashima Miki didn’t even have time to utter a sound before her whole body was pulled into his embrace. Immediately, Fujiwara Reya leaned down and kissed her forehead, smiling, "I remembered a movie, where a young widow wearing a black mourning dress knelt in front of her husband’s portrait, with a blond man behind her. The young widow, feeling guilty towards her husband, while enduring..."

"Shut up!" Kawashima Miki quickly covered his mouth to stop him from speaking.

Then she stuttered several "you you you" sounds, wanting to punch him a few times in anger or point her finger at his nose and scold him. But in the end, she couldn’t do anything, only trembling her eyelashes while sighing, her small hand against his chest slowly pushing him away: "Stop fooling around, you know it’s a fake marriage, don’t call me Mrs..."

Fujiwara Reya didn’t care what she thought, moving his lips down to kiss her eyes gently.

"...I already said you can’t!" Kawashima Miki twisted her head left and right, dodging while pushing him, "I’m not some Mrs., I can’t satisfy your fetish, do me a favor and find another woman!"

Feeling the mature woman’s struggling friction, Fujiwara Reya’s breath grew heavier, thinking that bullying a woman like this felt pretty good.

His lips moved from her eyes down to her delicate nose, lightly nibbling before slowly moving down to kiss her cheek.

Kawashima Miki’s body shivered, instantly tensing up to push him away with all her strength.

Fujiwara Reya slightly raised his head, looking down at her face.

Her round cheeks, skin as tender as freshly baked cream cake, and her full red lips resembling strawberries on a cake, making him a bit greedy, he couldn’t help but lick his own lips.

"No, why not..." Noticing his gaze, Kawashima Miki suddenly shivered, "If you keep this up... I’ll really get mad, in any case, no kissing!" She shook her head vigorously, her gaze darting around, sometimes falling on Kasahara Fumi, who was watching the show, and sometimes on Luo Xinfu, paddling in the water, before finally returning to Fujiwara Reya.

Fujiwara Reya’s eyes held their aggressive gaze, undiminished.

"No, you can’t..." Kawashima Miki squirmed in his arms, her cheeks turning as red as ripe apples, "You can’t kiss there, the most... is letting you kiss the cheek once, would that be okay? But absolutely no kissing on the lips... I’m begging you, please don’t..."

Fujiwara Reya found it somewhat amusing internally.

Whether she was acting or not, this shy little womanly demeanor was truly endearing, so he held Kawashima Miki tightly in his arms and asked softly in her ear: "If Mrs. says no, then we won’t kiss."

"Sigh~"

Kawashima Miki let out a breath of relief in her heart.

After regaining control over her emotions, she leaned weakly against him, looking at him solemnly: "Don’t call me Mrs."

"Why not?" Fujiwara Reya feigned ignorance.

"It’s fake, the marriage is fake!" Kawashima Miki reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her voice sharp: "I’m not married, don’t call me Mrs."

Fujiwara Reya lifted her chin, drawing closer, and said with a mischievous smile: "Isn’t Mrs. Fujiwara okay?"

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Kawashima Miki gazed into his clear eyes, feeling her ability to judge gradually slipping away.

The sparkle in those deep eyes shifted between frank warmth, suddenly turning crude and sharp cold, and the next moment turning into an expression of joy towards the world. The complex youth displayed his complexity in his gaze vividly and powerfully, yet with a serene warmth.

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