I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 130 - 88. The leg that extends under the dining table_3

Fujiwara Reya leaned in, whispering close to her ear, as they quietly plotted their plans in intricate detail.

Across the table, Kawashima Miki watched the two in a daze, feeling like an outsider. Her gaze was slightly unfocused, and her thoughts were just as scattered. She mostly thought about how Kasahara Fumi was genuinely a good person. Not only was she noble, but she was also high-minded and beautiful. From her status and inner qualities, she seemed flawless. By comparison, her own status as the owner of an establishment didn’t seem all that ideal.

As she thought this, Kawashima Miki glanced back at Fujiwara Reya.

He continued to speak softly into Kasahara Fumi’s ear, occasionally leaning back, lifting his eyelids, and allowing his gaze to linger on Kasahara Fumi’s profile for a few seconds before a faint smile spread across his lips.

Kawashima Miki found it hard to describe that kind of smile.

After all, the brat never smiled at her like that, nor was he ever so gentle with her.

The more she thought about it, the more wronged she felt, the more indignant she became. Moreover, this was her house—on what grounds were these two being so intimately close in front of her, flaunting it? Kawashima Miki felt a bit stuffed in the chest and couldn’t help but tap on the table: "Hey, are you two done talking?"

"Wait a moment, don’t make a sound yet." Fujiwara Reya glared at her.

"..." Kawashima Miki pouted her lips, reluctantly humming an "oh", then propped her head up with one hand, starting to doze off a bit languidly.

"Please tell the director something like this...hmm?" Fujiwara Reya paused, feeling something on his foot.

Kasahara Fumi asked, "Tell her what?"

"Oh, tell her to cooperate by firstly making a move against me..." Fujiwara Reya continued.

Meanwhile, the thing on his foot was slowly moving upwards, brushing against his calf and soon lightly resting on his thigh, gently rubbing back and forth.

"..."

Fujiwara Reya was somewhat taken aback.

Judging by its shape and the angle it approached from, there was only one possibility. He lifted his eyelids, glancing at Kawashima Miki, who yawned sleepily as if unaware of anything.

"Why are you distracted again?" Kasahara Fumi asked with irritation, frowning.

"Oh, sorry, cough..." Fujiwara Reya cleared his throat, controlling his expression, and said calmly, "After starting the issue, the director doesn’t need to do anything. Leave the stage to those two shrines, let them take issue with me..."

As he spoke, he gently lifted the hanging tablecloth.

Suddenly, two smooth, pinkish feet appeared in view, one placed under his left thigh and the other under his right, forming two sides of a triangle with their heels propped in the middle of Fujiwara Reya’s thighs, slowly pushing forward.

What does this mean?

Is she trying to seduce me like this?

"And then what?" Kasahara Fumi asked, then seeing his distracted demeanor, said coldly, "If you haven’t figured it out, don’t talk to me, contact me once you’ve decided."

"...No, I was just thinking about something just now." Fujiwara Reya quickly adjusted his posture, tensing his facial muscles, "Once those two have attacked, it’ll be my turn to counterattack; I ask that you all... um!"

He paused mid-sentence.

Fujiwara Reya’s body shivered, glaring fiercely at Kawashima Miki across the table.

However, that woman ignored his expression completely, the feet under the table naughtily closing together, stepping more deeply and lightly.

Kasahara Fumi frowned suspiciously.

From her perspective, Fujiwara Reya suddenly turned red, appearing to suffer some invisible torment.

"No, no problem..." Fujiwara Reya endured the pleasant sensation, speaking in a dry, hoarse voice, "That’s the plan, Miss Kasahara, I ask you to work hard today to help spread the word."

Kasahara Fumi pondered for a moment, then replied, "Okay. But I have a condition."

"Please, go ahead." Fujiwara Reya gazed at her tiny fists clenched together.

"You need to join Section Nine." Kasahara Fumi said assertively, "As a potential threat, I can’t let you run amok."

Fujiwara Reya remained silent.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to respond; it was that after Kasahara Fumi made this statement, the feet under the table seemed stimulated, speeding up in movement and force.

"If you refuse, so will I." Kasahara Fumi said unhappily.

Fujiwara Reya tightened his leg muscles, placing a hand beneath the table: "I’m still a student, I can’t neglect my studies."

As he spoke, he directly grasped both of Kawashima Miki’s feet, the smooth and cool skin feeling extremely pleasant to touch.

"Joining Section Nine will undoubtedly waste a lot of my time." Holding Kawashima Miki’s feet, his hand glided over the sole, between the toes, and around the ankle, "Unless you promise me not to give any mandatory orders."

Kasahara Fumi leaned back in her chair, deliberating this possibility.

Seizing the pause in their conversation, Fujiwara Reya looked over at Kawashima Miki, this alluring seductress supporting her chin with a hand, eyes narrowly slitted, her half-veiled gaze tinged with a trace of vexation.

It was you who made the first move.

Now I’m touching back, and you’re not pleased?

Fujiwara Reya internally criticized this woman’s double standards.

Just then, the exquisite foot in his hand suddenly slipped out deftly, delivering a swift kick below his waist.

"Ow~"

Fujiwara Reya cried out.

"Hmm?" Kasahara Fumi looked at him with significant doubt. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

At this point, Kawashima Miki’s two right toes spread apart, pinching Fujiwara Reya’s thigh muscle hard.

"Hiss—"

Fujiwara Reya sucked in a breath from the pain.

Though his body was strong, impervious to bullets and knives, this twisting of his thigh tread the very edge of activating his muscle protective response, making it unbearable.

Kawashima Miki raised an eyebrow, giving him a provocative smile.

You’re dead meat... Fujiwara Reya, unconcerned, reached both hands beneath the table, thrusting them onto Kawashima Miki’s plump thighs, moving indiscriminately.

"Ah!"

Kawashima Miki’s pupils constricted, her chest rising and falling with growing intensity.

Neither of them seemed right... Kasahara Fumi looked at them with suspicion, about to speak.

At that moment, Kawashima Miki suddenly shifted her leg, placing it on Kasahara Fumi’s thigh, jabbing with some force.

All of a sudden, the faces of all three individuals grew uncharacteristically awkward. Seemingly in unison, as if planned, both women glanced sharply at Fujiwara Reya, their gaze akin to judges presiding over a case.

Fujiwara Reya felt somewhat aggrieved.

It was excusable for Miss Kasahara to be like this, but Kawashima Miki, why are you acting this way too? Weren’t you the one who started this?

Eh...

Wait a minute.

Why does Miss Kasahara know... Fujiwara Reya sensed something amiss once more, bending down to check. At that moment, Kasahara Fumi bent down too, while Kawashima Miki retrieved her foot from Kasahara Fumi’s leg.

And so, the scene became Fujiwara Reya simply holding and playing with Kawashima Miki’s foot, as if nothing else had transpired.

Kawashima Miki was the first to speak: "He forced me."

Post backstabbing, she then pouted her lips in grievance, collapsing onto the table in sobs.

"You two..." Kasahara Fumi looked at Fujiwara Reya, whose palm was cupping that delicate foot, and finally said, "I won’t disturb you."

"Hey, I’ll see you downstairs."

Fujiwara Reya stood up and followed Kasahara Fumi.

Descending by elevator to the first floor, while waiting for a taxi by the entrance, Kasahara Fumi glanced out at the gloomy rain, tugging at the corners of her white shirt, saying: "Kawashima Miki isn’t a good person either, don’t be misled by her."

"I’m aware of that." Fujiwara Reya met her eyes.

As expected, those eyes were beautiful, clear to the bottom, accepting no impurity.

"In my plan, she is a very crucial link." Fujiwara Reya said, "But I assure you, it’ll only be me changing her, it won’t be her changing me."

"Mm." Kasahara Fumi responded succinctly.

After getting into the taxi, she rolled down the window, saying from inside: "After you join Section Nine, I won’t give you any mandatory orders. But there’s one thing I must make clear: you are not allowed to misbehave, including today’s incident, it’s prohibited in the future!"

"Yes Madam!" Fujiwara Reya lifted his hand in a salute to her.

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