I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 191 - 105. Kawashima Miki Wants to be Pinned Against the Wall (Two in One, 10,000 Words)_4
Chapter 191: 105. Kawashima Miki Wants to be Pinned Against the Wall (Two in One, 10,000 Words)_4
"In the end, you’re just using me as a laborer..." Kawashima Miki grumbled discontentedly.
"You are the Young Lady, aren’t you? These are yours too," Fujiwara Reya said, pinching her little hand and leaning in to kiss her forehead.
"...Not here!"
Kawashima Miki’s body stiffened instantly, and she hurriedly covered her face with her hands.
Fukaeri propped her elbow on the table, rested her chin in her hand, and contemplated for a moment, "Do you trust her that much?"
"She’s my Shikigami now," Fujiwara Reya chuckled.
"Yes, that’s right, she is a Shikigami now," Kawashima Miki put down her hands and raised her eyebrows at Fukaeri, "It’s a bond never to be broken, not even by you, my virtuous supervisor!"
*Look at her gleefully animated expression—it’s hard to remember who used to call herself foolish over and over again.*
Regarding this, Fukaeri merely nodded without expressing any opinion.
She looked at Fujiwara Reya for a while and then said, "It seems to me like you’re harboring something within you, something unusually heavy. I sensed it the first time I met you."
"Miss Kasahara has it too."
"Me?"
"You have a pair of strong eyes filled with determination."
Fukaeri gazed silently at Fujiwara Reya, and there was a special gleam in his eyes at that moment.
"There’s one thing I want to confirm with a Yes or No," Fujiwara Reya said, "In our future working relationship, you won’t take advantage of me, will you?"
"Huh?"
Fukaeri’s face showed an unusual look of astonishment.
Her lips remained slightly parted, revealing her glowing white teeth and a hint of a pink tongue.
"Pfft, haha..." Kawashima Miki laughed so hard she seemed almost out of breath, and she started playfully hitting Fujiwara Reya’s chest with the back of her head.
"As long as you don’t take advantage of me, I can give my all to support you," Fujiwara Reya promised Fukaeri while secretly patting Kawashima Miki’s rounded, tempting buttocks.
Kawashima Miki stopped laughing, glaring at her angrily.
*Rotten to the core!*
*This brat is really rotten to the core.*
*It’s not that I want him to spank me, it’s just that he’s physically strong, and I can’t break free.*
After the astonishment, Fukaeri’s beautiful lips pressed tightly into a line again.
*This appearance inevitably felt a bit regretful, as she had beautiful big eyes, and her features were extremely stunning and captivating. But there always seemed to be a veil over her face, and she almost never spoke unnecessarily or showed her emotions unless absolutely necessary.*
"Miss Kasahara not smiling more often is truly a loss for all of humanity," Fujiwara Reya lamented.
Fukaeri seemed not to hear the compliment and asked emotionlessly, "What do you intend to do?"
"To be an ally of justice, of course!" Fujiwara Reya replied, the smile on his lips undiminished, "What I said at the Council Hall during the day was completely sincere. I don’t act from the standpoint of humans or Yokai, but from the standpoint of ’good.’ I will always be this way until I leave." ƒreewebɳovel.com
"Why?" Fukaeri asked incredulously.
"Perhaps to achieve perfection."
"Perfection?"
"Self-perfection," Fujiwara Reya answered.
"Understood, I will keep it to myself," Fukaeri stood up and left, stepping on her thin high heels.
"Hey, Miss Fukaeri!" Fujiwara Reya called out, "Where’s the office? When am I supposed to report, and what about my credentials? I can’t be without them. I’ve been eyeing Miss Miki’s Ferrari for a while now."
Fukaeri tossed a credential book without looking back.
Fujiwara Reya opened it and looked inside, where his ID photo and the police emblem "Asahi Shadow" were printed.
"Let me see," Kawashima Miki took it, leaned slightly forward, and examined it closely under the light, "Very handsome. Just based on looks, you really do seem upright. Unlike how you act toward me, both shameless and perverted."
Her fair little hands, illuminated by the light, looked delicate and enticing.
Fujiwara Reya admired her small hands with an appreciative gaze. They seemed to shine a bit dazzlingly, and she turned her hand to shade her forehead, her fingers slender, her gestures both soft and flexible.
This action reminded Fujiwara Reya of the Wind Dance in Shikoku.
He had seen it several times when he was young, performed by women in kimonos with straw hats pulled low over their brows and eyes. With slightly bent bodies, their toes stepped inward in figure-eight patterns, their hands and fingers moving gracefully as they danced.
Kawashima Miki’s raised arms were strikingly similar to the dancers’ movements.
"Ma’am," Fujiwara Reya suddenly embraced her, "have you ever danced the Wind Dance?"
"Uh, yes," Kawashima Miki seemed caught off guard and shyly lowered her gaze, nodding gently, "I danced it for a while when I was studying in Shikoku. Why did you suddenly ask about this?"
"I stayed in Shikoku for a while, and I recognized it at a glance," Fujiwara Reya said, looking at her elegantly styled hair and fair, slender neck, "In high school, Miss Miki wore cute school uniforms, with a face that couldn’t hide the youthful blush of an apple. What a pity, if only I could have seen it."
"..."
Kawashima Miki didn’t dare to respond.
Otherwise, she feared the brat’s next request would be to have her wear a school uniform and dance for him.
"Ma’am, would you wear a school uniform and dance for me?"
"No way..."
Kawashima Miki abruptly stood up and ran toward the door.
After bending over to put on her high heels, she remembered something, huffed angrily, and came back to pick up the roses on the ground, holding them in her arms.
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