I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 232 - 114. Cute and charming Kawashima Miki (10,000 characters achieved)
Chapter 232: 114. Cute and charming Kawashima Miki (10,000 characters achieved)
On the sofa, the young lady was sound asleep.
Lying on her side, she remained motionless, her even breathing and straight black hair cascading down to the carpet.
Fujiwara Reya sat closer, leaned over, and looked at Kawashima Miki, whose hands were clenched in fists at her chest, her sensual lips slightly pursed. Her sleeping face was peaceful, with the white, soft skin of her neck gently trembling with each breath, like an alluring little lazy cat.
Was she really asleep, or just pretending?
Based on what he knew about her, Fujiwara Reya leaned towards the latter.
He stepped onto the sofa and slowly lay down next to her. As his weight shifted, the sofa cushion sank, causing Kawashima Miki’s body to tilt slightly towards him.
The sofa didn’t have enough space for two people to lie side by side, so Fujiwara Reya lay down facing Kawashima Miki. He wrapped one arm through the side of her waist, holding her back, while the other slipped under her neck, drawing her closer to him.
Kawashima Miki had her face buried in his chest, quietly sleeping.
The television played a recording of a Queen concert, and clouds drifted from one side of the window to the other.
"Madam," Fujiwara Reya called softly.
There was no response.
Kawashima Miki continued to sleep, not even twitching an eyelid.
Fujiwara Reya was not in a hurry, just holding her like this.
In her home attire, she exuded a warm and cozy aura. Holding her felt comfortable. Her bare legs peeked out from under the snug dress, and slender white arms extended from the light green half-sleeved shirt, all creating a calm atmosphere with a magical serenity.
While inhaling her rose fragrance, Fujiwara Reya’s hand explored her body.
Her physique was already excellent, made even better by consistent exercise, her muscles firm and resilient to the touch. Yet, where there should be flesh, there was a mature, voluptuous softness with a lingering charm like a spring afternoon.
Touching her soft skin, Fujiwara Reya applied a bit of pressure, pulling down one side of her collar.
A glimpse of snowy, rounded shoulder emerged into the air.
"..." Kawashima Miki’s body trembled slightly, and her breathing became erratic.
"Wake up, madam..." Fujiwara Reya caressed the concave area of her delicate waist, inhaling near her rounded shoulder, "wake up and talk to me."
Kawashima Miki still didn’t react.
However, her breathing undeniably quickened, and her body temperature gradually rose.
The combination of caution and shyness with desire appeared both amusing and adorable, and Fujiwara Reya held her tightly. Despite two layers of clothing, her warm and soft body transmitted clearly.
Next, Fujiwara Reya tugged at her sleeve.
The collar of the shirt fell from her shoulder down to her arm, revealing her perfectly rounded shoulder and a glimpse of her undergarment.
Kawashima Miki’s eyelids fluttered before closing even tighter.
To express a protest, she moved her shoulder slightly as if feeling cold, quietly and weakly.
Fujiwara Reya rubbed his nose against her smooth shoulder, one hand slowly moving down, reaching between her tightly closed legs under the short skirt.
"Madam is indeed conservative!"
He smiled helplessly.
Then he withdrew his hand and reached behind her shirt.
Fingering her smooth back, he soon found the metal clasp and unhooked it with a snap.
"..." Kawashima Miki shyly shook her head, trying to cover her chest with her left hand by curling up instinctively, but was gently stopped by Fujiwara Reya, his touch warm and soft, filled with the elasticity unique to young women.
Kawashima Miki’s brows furrowed tightly, still not opening her eyes.
She was now torn and regretful, unsure if she should continue the pretense of sleep. If she kept pretending, who knows what Fujiwara Reya might do next, but if she didn’t, there wouldn’t be a chance for a kiss today.
As the Empress, Kawashima Miki had been assertive in front of him, adamantly refusing to let him kiss her again. If she allowed it while awake, she’d feel embarrassed...
Seeing the goddess’s tense face, Fujiwara Reya wanted to laugh.
You see, although tsunderes often end up as losers, many people still love them, which speaks volumes about their charm.
"Madam, let me tell you about yesterday," Fujiwara Reya mumbled with something in his mouth, "Yesterday, while shopping with a junior, I ran into my aunt, who asked me to bring you home to meet Grandma."
"..." Kawashima Miki’s body instantly stiffened.
"Don’t worry," Fujiwara Reya said, "Grandma is easygoing, as long as I don’t hit on my aunt."
"?"
You’re planning to hit on your aunt too?
Kawashima Miki’s breathing intensified, eager to get up and hit him.
"We’re not related by blood!" Fujiwara Reya added.
Even without blood ties, it’s not acceptable, you already attract too many women... Kawashima Miki fumed, her chest heaving with anger.
"Don’t be jealous, madam!" Fujiwara Reya explained seriously, "Aside from you, I haven’t kissed another woman."
That’s more like it!
Kawashima Miki’s tense body slowly relaxed.
But in the next second, she curled up, bending away from Fujiwara Reya—not so much in rejection but out of shyness.
The embroidery on the front of her half-sleeve shirt quivered adorably.
Fujiwara Reya didn’t specifically undress her; against her skin, the slightly askew strap was also captivating. The black lace contrasted beautifully with her snow-white skin, immensely appealing.
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