I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 188 - 105. Kawashima Miki Wants to be Pinned Against the Wall (Two-in-one, 10,000 words)

Chapter 188: 105. Kawashima Miki Wants to be Pinned Against the Wall (Two-in-one, 10,000 words)

The fifth-floor restaurant of the Empress offers both Japanese and Western cuisines.

After stepping out of the elevator, turning left leads to a dark narrow corridor. Fujiwara Reya enters a private room on one side of the corridor, with a long table that can seat six people.

Kawashima Miki kicks off her two high heels, her feet wrapped in black stockings stepping onto the tatami, taking the main seat directly. She stares intently at Fujiwara Reya, her eyebrows frosted as if he owes her millions.

Mr. Suzuki blinks, wondering who this woman is.

About 1.67 meters tall, with a slender figure and a round face, unadorned and naturally elegant. She wears a light green fitted sweater over a white blouse and a black suit pencil skirt underneath.

Young and beautiful, seemingly a well-mannered senior university student. Her face looks just like the Empress... Mr. Suzuki raises his eyebrows.

"You two order the food..." Fujiwara Reya greets the two and sits next to Kawashima Miki, taking the opportunity to wrap his arm around her slender waist.

Feeling the hand on her waist, Kawashima Miki frowns and glances at him, saying nothing.

Ito Priest holds the menu, just about to order when she immediately says, "Two plates of boiled edamame, one plate of fries, and nothing else."

That voice, extremely stern, with a sharp edge.

"..."

The three men instantly shrink their necks, no one objecting.

"Madam..."

Fujiwara Reya’s hand slides down from her waist, trying to hold her hand.

"..." Kawashima Miki pouts, slapping his hand away.

"You have to order something for the guests..." Fujiwara Reya continues to reach out, "They helped me out today after all."

"Oh."

Kawashima Miki keeps a straight face.

This time, she doesn’t resist, allowing Fujiwara Reya to hold her cold and delicate hand.

"Thank you, Madam." Fujiwara Reya whispers in her ear.

The scent of roses and the warm palm... Kawashima Miki’s eyelids droop slightly, her breathing rhythm slightly disrupted. She glances at the two men opposite, hesitates for a moment, and tells the waiter, "Bring a dozen ice beers and a kaiseki set for each of these two guests."

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Fujiwara Reya is suddenly dumbfounded. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel-com

"What about me?" he asks, looking at Kawashima Miki.

Under the light, her snow-white slender neck exposed due to her tied-up hair gives off a tempting and soft allure.

Kawashima Miki remains cool: "You can eat air!"

She’s truly angry.

Toda she specifically dyed her bangs tea-colored to soften her facial lines, yet this brat hasn’t noticed until now. Also... she’d prepared a big table of dishes at home, waiting for him to return, but he actually arranged to meet people for a bubble bath, which is unforgivable!

Fujiwara Reya grips her hand: "I’ll explain everything when we get home..."

"Guests, the appetizers are here." The waiter brings in the beer and edamame fries.

Kawashima Miki pulls out a can of ice beer, pops the tab with one hand, and takes a big gulp.

Seeing her expression, seemingly uninterested in engaging, Fujiwara Reya can only look at the edamame and greet the other two: "These edamame are very fresh, give them a try."

Poor man under his wife’s thumb... Mr. Suzuki sympathetically glances at the little wizard, picks up an edamame, puts it in his mouth, and turns to Ito Priest, "Not bad, better than those sold in supermarkets."

"I can’t eat." Ito Priest shakes his head in frustration, drinks beer, and says, "I failed my election for the rights officer, now I can’t eat anything."

"Understandable, understandable." Mr. Suzuki clinks his beer with him.

"They said my image wasn’t good!"

"That’s absurd!"

"Right, how could being good-looking ward off evil?"

"Uh..." Mr. Suzuki glances at Fujiwara Reya, thinking maybe it actually can.

Ito Priest gulps down the beer and complains to Mr. Suzuki: "Old Palace Master told me that a rights officer is not only the best priest among the younger generation but also represents the image of the shrine. He spoke politely, but wasn’t he implying that I’m ugly? Mr. Suzuki, judge for me, where am I ugly?"

"Absolutely right!" Mr. Suzuki looks indignant, "Master Ito is just not obviously handsome!"

Fujiwara Reya originally wanted to comfort him too, but suddenly Kasahara Fumi calls.

"Where are you?" she asks bluntly.

"In the private room on the fifth floor."

"I’m coming up to find you."

"Okay, just ask a waiter to show you the way."

Just as the phone is put down, Ito Priest suddenly looks up and says to Fujiwara Reya: "Master Fujiwara, may I seek refuge with you?"

"Uh..."

Fujiwara Reya hesitates slightly.

"I no longer want to see such superficial people who judge by appearance." Ito Priest’s emotions suddenly rise, "Only someone as noble and virtuous as Master Fujiwara is worth following."

I’m actually also someone who judges by appearance... Fujiwara Reya takes a sip of beer, ponders for a moment, and replies to him: "I can’t make decisions on this, you have to ask my wife."

Wife?

The other two men focus their attention on Kawashima Miki.

Originally still sulking, Kawashima Miki inexplicably feels a sense of joy, but she doesn’t immediately calm down. She purses her lips, glances at Fujiwara Reya, then turns her head to look elsewhere, not saying a word.

Vain woman... Fujiwara Reya holds her hand, placing it on the table for the others to see: "She’s the chief priestess of Asakusa Shrine, managing all the shrine’s affairs, which I do not interfere with."

"Mrs. Fujiwara, what do you think..." Ito Priest tentatively asks.

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