I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 149 - 94. Kawashima Miki’s official first kiss, not happening tonight..._4

Chapter 149: 94. Kawashima Miki’s official first kiss, not happening tonight..._4

Then, he wrapped his arms around Kawashima Miki’s body, securing her on his thigh. As he felt her tense up suddenly, Fujiwara Reya leaned in and planted a soft kiss on her cheek, then slowly moved his lips towards her sensual lips.

"..."

Kawashima Miki uttered a soft "Mm" from her throat.

The meaning of this "Mm" was clear, she didn’t want Fujiwara Reya to kiss her.

However, Fujiwara Reya didn’t mind her resistance, feigning ignorance as he continued to move his lips, brushing past the dimples at the corner of her mouth, and almost reaching her lips.

Kawashima Miki let out another emphatic "Mm."

Though their relationship was quite ambiguous now, kissing on the cheek was already the limit of her tolerance.

It wasn’t the first time... Fujiwara Reya played a little trick, pausing his lips that were on her smooth cheek, pressing them against that spot on her dimple.

Kawashima Miki sighed with relief internally.

*In truth, was her inner resistance even that strong? In such a dim and ambiguous atmosphere, if Fujiwara Reya got pushy, she would probably just half-heartedly go along with it.*

*After all, she’s already been taken advantage of so much, what’s a little more?*

Kawashima Miki proactively wrapped her arms around his neck, thoughts whirling in her mind.

But in the next moment, Fujiwara Reya’s lips moved suddenly.

Before Kawashima Miki could voice a protest with another "Mm," he covered her sensual lips directly, soft, warm, sweet...

"...Mm!"

Kawashima Miki was stunned by the sudden attack.

Only able to let out a low whimper, her protests were completely muted.

*Her mind heated up with a buzz, suddenly turning blank, incapable of any thought.*

When she regained her senses, she noticed something soft in her mouth. Realizing what it was, her body suddenly stiffened. In a daze, she looked like her face was plastered with cement, her body frozen like a lamb to the slaughter.

Under Fujiwara Reya’s guidance, she lay back on the carpet, her body slowly softening.

"Mm~!"

Her hands helplessly hammered the air a few times.

With soft and gentle force.

Saliva dribbled down from the corner of her mouth, dripping onto her collar.

During this process, Kawashima Miki kept her eyes tightly shut, her eyelashes fluttering unceasingly.

"Mm, stop..." When she was nearly out of breath, protestations drifted continuously from her throat. Fujiwara Reya pretended not to hear, instead holding her warm waist tighter, keeping her completely immobilized.

Space and time seemed to blend into one, the candle wick crackling faintly in the firelight.

The music changed to "The Rain Is Coming," with the passionate kiss soothing the soul and massaging the flesh like the beautiful music, mingling with highly concentrated tenderness.

The lips parted.

Kawashima Miki flipped over with a thud, burying her face in the carpet’s plush fibers.

Clearly, she didn’t want Fujiwara Reya to see her look of simultaneous pleasure and grievance, or else he might mock her for a lifetime.

"Madam~"

Fujiwara Reya whispered in her ear.

"Shut up!" Kawashima Miki raised her head slightly, shooting him a cold glance, "I’m mad now, don’t talk to me!"

"I apologize," Fujiwara Reya said with a playful grin.

Kawashima’s eyelids twitched, "No need!"

*Bastard!*

*That brat only had a glint of pride in his eyes, not even a hint of regret.*

"Also..." Kawashima Miki’s face suddenly changed, asking with a cold sneer, "Why are you so skilled?"

"Huh?"

Fujiwara Reya blinked in confusion.

That question could not be explained. After a moment of internal struggle, he could only honestly reply, "I’ve known how to do it since I was born."

Kawashima Miki sat up straight with a huff, hugging her chest with a stiff expression, her angry gaze fixed on him, "You promised no kissing, and you deceived me again."

"I didn’t lie!" Fujiwara Reya replied earnestly.

"Then explain it to me." Kawashima Miki glared at him sternly, even kicking him hard in frustration, "You still don’t take me seriously! Do you even understand? I’m a woman! I’m not like you, I think about things differently than you do, and you don’t understand that at all!"

"I understand," Fujiwara Reya took her hand, explaining, "From birth till now, I’ve never been this close to anyone but Madam. Even the aunt who raised me from a young age... I haven’t been so..."

"Aunt?"

Kawashima Miki frowned.

"..." Fujiwara Reya really wanted to slap himself, smirking as he said, "Uh, aunt, just a relative... Don’t overthink it, Madam."

Kawashima Miki huffed two breaths, "No need to explain!"

"Alright, don’t be angry anymore." Fujiwara Reya tactfully shifted topics, hugging her waist from behind to pull her into a kneeling position.

"I’m not angry!" Kawashima Miki said with a stern face.

*But wasn’t that exactly being angry...* Fujiwara Reya silently critiqued her contradictory words, smiling as he said, "Okay, okay, Madam isn’t angry, Madam’s heart is as vast as the Seto Inland Sea."

Kawashima Miki glanced back at him with satisfaction, letting out a contented "mm."

"And," she continued, "why did you kiss me?"

"Didn’t I say already? I will like Madam sooner or later." Fujiwara Reya also knelt behind her, pressing tightly against her back, "You have to get accustomed to your identity."

"My identity?" Kawashima Miki was stunned.

"You’re my Shikigami. Isn’t that right? Also, you are a miko of Asakusa Shrine, you’re Mrs. Fujiwara, the Young Lady."

"..."

Kawashima Miki’s expression froze, and she didn’t move at all.

The candlelight illuminated her cheeks, her hair slightly disheveled, cascading down to cover half her lovely face, like the moon obscured by clouds. On the exposed side, a faint blush appeared on her fair cheek, with deep eyes showing a hint of shyness.

"I’m going to be your Shikigami...," she murmured, "being together in a more intimate way, no matter how far apart, as long as you call, I’ll appear by your side..."

"Yes," Fujiwara Reya said, "a relationship where we’ll never be apart."

"But I can’t give my body to you now!" Kawashima Miki said, "This is this, that is that. As long as it’s within your requests, I’ll do anything. But, except for that, not now..."

"Uh..." Fujiwara Reya said in surprise, "Were you just contemplating whether to give it to me now?"

"?"

Seeing the mischievous smile in his eyes, Kawashima Miki felt like a fool.

"Hate it, you think of me as an idiot, huh..." Kawashima Miki struggled, using her butt to nudge him away, the hairs on her neck reflecting golden in the candlelight, "Let go of me, what kind of awkward posture is this, it’s making my whole body..."

At this point, she suddenly froze.

Seeing her about to jump up, Fujiwara Reya tightened his grip, holding her in front of him, his chin on her shoulder as he asked, "If not now, then when?"

"..."

Kawashima Miki felt the strange sensation behind her, her face blushing to the point of tears.

"How about this," Fujiwara Reya coaxed her, "on the anniversary of when you became a miko, how about that?"

"...No."

Kawashima Miki shook her head weakly, her voice so faint it was barely discernible.

While rubbing, she closed her eyes, her spine taut like a drawn bow, "Wedding...after..."

"Hmm, I see..." Fujiwara Reya displayed a gentlemanly smile, pondering, "Hoping to marry as a virgin, and to have romance after becoming a wife, like the nobility in old French novels, only lacking balls and maids around."

"I’m not romantic!"

Kawashima Miki suddenly forgot her shyness, scolding angrily, "I cherish my body! Whether married or not, I’ll only have relations with someone I like! To hell with French nobility, to hell with it——"

"Only having relations with someone you like..." Fujiwara Reya chuckled, then turned her head to face him.

"Hmph!"

Kawashima Miki was still fuming, closing her eyes to avoid him.

Then, she sensed the mischievous warm lips of the brat against her forehead, gradually descending.

Kissing again... Kawashima Miki realized what was about or happen next, but she didn’t know whether to welcome or resist it. As his lips lowered, they gently bit onto hers, and then, things spun out of her control.

Kawashima Miki trembled dramatically.

It was clear that she suddenly opened her eyes, then quickly and tightly shut them again. At this moment, not only was her round face blushing red, but even her entire skin was tinged with a rosy hue, soft and tender.

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