I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 132 - 89. Since daring to tempt, then Kawashima Miki must pay the price (10,000 characters achieved)_2

Chapter 132: 89. Since daring to tempt, then Kawashima Miki must pay the price (10,000 characters achieved)_2

Kawashima Miki decisively said, "Couldn’t be better!"

"You won’t regret it!"

"No regrets!"

"Alright," Fujiwara Reya released his hand and placed the rose on the table, shaking his head with a hint of regret, "From now on, I can only play with my little spider."

"..."

Kawashima Miki bit her lip and let out a couple of quick breaths.

With a "smack", she threw a pillow at Fujiwara Reya’s back, cursed him as a bastard, then hid herself under the blanket, tears streaming down.

Fujiwara Reya strolled out of the living room and called Suzuki, giving instructions on a few matters. He also requested Suzuki to send over the number of Ito Priest at Yoshiwara Shrine, asking for a small favor.

The preparations were almost complete, now only Kawashima Miki was left.

Returning to the bedroom, Fujiwara Reya lifted the blanket, took off his shirt, and slipped in, hugging her from behind.

In the darkened room, the sounds of clothing rustling could be heard, and as he felt Kawashima Miki’s soft and warm body, Fujiwara Reya whispered in her ear, "Is Madam always this sentimental?"

Kawashima Miki kept her eyes closed, allowing him to rest his hand on her smooth back.

She didn’t speak, didn’t resist, nor did she cooperate, acting as if she were lifeless, her breathing weaker than ever.

"There’s nothing wrong with opening a shop," Fujiwara Reya held her small hand up to his eyes, "After all, I’m the type of person who can’t coexist with gambling and drugs, Madam shouldn’t touch them."

Kawashima Miki’s eyes remained shut, a muffled sound escaping her throat.

On her ring finger was a small silver ring. Fujiwara Reya eyed it for a moment, then slipped it off her slender finger and tossed it into the trash bin beside the bed.

"This is too ugly," he remarked, "I’ll give you a nicer one later."

Kawashima Miki remained silent.

"By the way, what will Madam do next?" Fujiwara Reya leaned on her shoulder and asked, "After today, if the organization suspects you of betrayal, will they put a bounty on you?"

"If I die, it’s none of your concern!" Kawashima Miki finally responded.

The gloomy, damp air, mixed with her icy voice, made the atmosphere even more oppressive. Fujiwara Reya’s hand slowly slid down along her smooth spine, feather-like in its gentle touch, as he softly stroked down her back.

Kawashima Miki’s entire body started to tremble, clenching her fists tightly to endure it.

When that hand touched her rounded hip, she couldn’t bear it any longer and let out a plaintive cry, then suddenly turned around, pounding her fist on Fujiwara Reya’s chest, "What do you want! Can you just tell me directly, don’t torment me like this, I can’t take it anymore..."

Her voice was sorrowful, evoking pity.

Aside from that, Fujiwara Reya suddenly felt that if they had met under normal circumstances, they might have been able to share a pleasant time together.

Of course.

The situation now was anything but normal. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

"I have an idea, I need Madam to help." Fujiwara Reya embraced her front, leaning toward her lips.

"...No!" Kawashima Miki turned her head, allowing the imp only to kiss her cheek.

Then she quickly covered her face with her hand, stiffening her body, showing a willingness for anything else but protecting her face.

Not seeing her shy expression, not satisfying enough, Fujiwara Reya tried to pry her hand away. However, Kawashima Miki used all her strength to shield her lips, as if utterly spent, refusing to relent an inch.

"Madam, you’re being quite naughty like this!"

Fujiwara Reya threatened.

Kawashima Miki peeked at him through her fingers, then turned her back to him, hands still firmly over her face.

"Alright, let’s start with the heart." Fujiwara Reya hugged her from behind, arms wrapped around her chest, the soft feeling quite comforting.

Kawashima Miki’s body was tense.

But she didn’t dodge or struggle, she didn’t even dare to breathe heavily.

"Madam is already under suspicion," Fujiwara Reya spoke while savoring the softness of her body, "why not join me?"

Kawashima Miki’s body trembled slightly, remaining silent.

"It’s not honorable to run a shop, what about being a priestess?" Fujiwara Reya laid out his long-planned proposal.

"..."

Kawashima Miki’s heart quivered.

She quietly turned around, peeping through her fingers to see if he was lying.

"A prestigious priestess in white robes and a red skirt." Fujiwara Reya pressed his forehead to hers, enticing her word by word, "From now on, wherever you go, people won’t look down on you because of your status, instead, they’ll gaze at you with admiration and trust."

Kawashima Miki mumbled, still covering her face.

"You will break free from darkness, walking in the light from now on." Fujiwara Reya breathed softly on her nose, "You will embody justice, represent purity, and in the name of the moon, you will vanquish..."

"Wait..." Kawashima Miki interrupted him, "Isn’t that line from Sailor Moon?"

"Do you watch Sailor Moon too?"

"I saw a bit..."

"Want to be Sailor Moon?"

"Uh... I thought about it when I was a kid."

"Then become a priestess!"

"...Really?"

"Of course it’s true."

Kawashima Miki spread her fingers, light in her eyes, "...You’re not lying to me?"

"How dare I lie to Madam?" Fujiwara Reya said with utmost sincerity.

"..." Kawashima Miki hesitated for nearly half a minute before slowly letting down her hands, revealing her tender, flawless, softly blushing face. In the dim room, that hint of vibrant color was arguably the most perfect hue in human history.

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