I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 131 - 89. Since you dare to tempt, then Kawashima Miki must pay the price (10,000 words achieved)
Chapter 131: 89. Since you dare to tempt, then Kawashima Miki must pay the price (10,000 words achieved)
Back on the ninth floor, Kawashima Miki lay on the dining table, her forehead resting on her arms.
The tableware on the table was still there untouched, and when Fujiwara Reya walked over, she remained motionless, her sleek black hair draping down to cover her face. On the shoulder of her white silk slip nightgown, the thin straps of her bra were faintly visible.
"You were playing with fire just now!" Fujiwara Reya said from the opposite side.
Kawashima Miki, still lying there, shook her head slightly on the table.
"Let me think, is the madam jealous or just teasing me?" Fujiwara Reya sat down opposite her.
A full 30 seconds later, Kawashima Miki slowly lifted her head from the table. A few strands of hair clung to her cheek, with a faint mist lingering around her.
"Why did you even come back," she theatrically took a tissue from the table to blow her nose, irritably brushed the hair from her cheek with her fingers, "Go follow that female officer from the ninth division, why stay in my filthy place here! Bastard!"
"To be fair, a policewoman is indeed better." Fujiwara Reya followed her words, saying, "Even if you go to sea, having the added identity as police or teacher means you sell for a higher price."
Kawashima Miki’s expression changed, and her chest felt uncomfortable again!
It was supposed to be just a sarcastic comment, yet to her surprise, Fujiwara Reya actually thought this way. Instantly, a chill flashed between her brows.
"Moreover," Fujiwara Reya looked at her worsening expression and found it increasingly amusing, "in a society like Japan, taking the wrong path leads nowhere. Mixing with the underworld and getting involved in drugs or gambling—you’ll never wash clean in this lifetime. No matter how rich or high your status, you’ll still be just someone else’s subordinate, with a position not even as esteemed as a big lawyer or doctor. Not only do you fail to gain public respect but also get criticized behind your back. On the contrary, an officer like Miss Kasahara, even a mere warden, is genuinely respected by everyone."
"..."
Kawashima Miki bit her lower lip and lowered her head.
Finally, she let out a long sigh. Perhaps she herself thought it was too long, and then she murmured in a low voice, "Do you look down on me?"
"In terms of status, you can’t compare with Miss Kasahara at all." Fujiwara Reya said sharply.
"...Then go find her!" Kawashima Miki shrugged her shoulders slightly.
Feeling her shoulders chill, she reached out and tucked the camisole strap into her nightgown, her face expressionless.
"I’m not only going to find her, but I’m also about to become her colleague." Fujiwara Reya said proudly, "Think about it, I’m not just a priest, but also a police officer, a positive figure with a double paycheck from the government. And you? Ostensibly a bad woman running a club, secretly an unshowable monster. Pathetic, right? Like living in a sewer, a dark, damp, narrow life—oh no, monster life."
Kawashima Miki’s expression grew colder.
Her small fists clenched tightly, with her nails almost digging into her palms.
"Not talking anymore?" Fujiwara Reya’s face was a bit cold, his voice also mocking, "Where did the courage to stretch your leg just now go? As someone running a club, you shouldn’t be so reserved, right? Come on, keep seducing me. It’s not your first time anyway, you should be very skilled."
Kawashima Miki bit her lip and looked up, glaring at him for a long time.
Until her lower lip was bitten with a row of imprints, she finally spat out each word venomously, "I hate you, hate you!"
"But you don’t just hate me," Fujiwara Reya said with a laugh, "You even want to kill me, but you don’t have the capability."
"Get out!" Kawashima Miki grabbed a plate from the table and hurled it at his face.
Fujiwara Reya easily dodged it.
Then came the second, third, until all the plates and cutlery on the table were thrown, Kawashima Miki suddenly stood up, wiped her tears, and rushed out of the dining room. A few seconds later, Fujiwara Reya heard the slam of the door closing.
He really made her cry this time...
Fujiwara Reya gave a wry smile, found a broom and swept up the broken tableware from the floor. He opened the fridge, drank a big bottle of iced mineral water, and stared at the label stuck on the fridge door for a while before finally calling the reception desk downstairs to have them send up a bouquet of roses.
A big bundle of bright red roses, exuding a fragrance as strong as Kawashima Miki’s.
"Darling, open the door." Fujiwara Reya knocked on her bedroom door.
No response.
He knocked again, still no response.
Finally, he kicked the door open and stepped inside.
The heavy rain in May poured unceasingly. No lights on in the room, the light was dim. Kawashima Miki lay on the large white bed, her luxurious black hair and pale arms motionless like a gravely wounded animal nearing death.
Fujiwara Reya walked over and turned her face towards him.
The roses were brought close to her nose, his face also approached, and various flowers whispered to her, "Today’s roses, please accept them, madam."
"Get away!"
Through the petals, Kawashima Miki looked at him with eyes that seemed ready to burst into tears.
"Why do you smell so nice, madam?" Fujiwara Reya flipped over, embracing her, "Do you bathe in rose water every day?"
"No comment!"
Kawashima Miki struggled to say, her tone as if facing an enemy.
"If it’s bathing in rose water," Fujiwara Reya drew out a rose, placing it between their noses, "Then aren’t we smelling your bathwater this way?"
Kawashima Miki’s lips curled a bit, then returned to normal immediately.
Suppressing a smile with difficulty, she swiftly raised her arm, pointing towards the door, "Get out!"
"If I leave, I won’t come back." Fujiwara Reya said.
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