I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 56 - 51. An excellent hunter often disguises himself as prey.
Chapter 56: 51. An excellent hunter often disguises himself as prey.
Question.
What form of assistance does a young and beautiful widow need?
Fujiwara Reya has no experience in this area.
So he could only keep quiet, quietly watching the woman in front of him whose name he did not even know.
Kawashima Miki bit her lower lip and didn’t speak again.
Her eyes shifted restlessly, looking at Fujiwara Reya with an expression that seemed to harbor an unspeakable secret. The act she put on of being somewhat embarrassed and shy left people at a loss for what to do.
"Mr. Fujiwara~~"
Kumiko walked over from the elevator, a friendly and kind smile on her face.
Compared to earlier, her friendliness had visibly taken a notch up. Perhaps while consulting her superior, she had already thrown away her worries about how to face Fujiwara Reya, and now she only needed to treat him as an eye-pleasing handsome man.
"How’s the situation?" Fujiwara Reya returned her a smile.
"Director Takeuchi says he can see you in an hour," Kumiko said, lightly touching the frame of her glasses with her finger, smiling flawlessly: "If Mr. Fujiwara feels bored, you can wait on the sixteenth floor. There’s a reception room there, and free iced drinks and snacks are available."
"Thank you." Fujiwara Reya smiled and said, "Glasses suit you very well."
"Eh?" Kumiko raised her head in confusion.
"Adorable." Fujiwara Reya said.
"Uh... Thank you, thank you, but please don’t say it so loudly." Kumiko said, glancing sideways at the service desk, "There are rules here, you can’t say things like that during work hours."
"Alright, I’m heading to the sixteen floor, goodbye."
Fujiwara Reya waved and walked towards the elevator.
"Wait for me..." Kawashima Miki, in her pointy high heels, followed him to the elevator. As soon as they entered, the elevator doors impatiently closed behind them and ascended to the sixteenth floor.
In the elevator, Fujiwara Reya leaned against the wall, looking at her: "I have something to do now, why are you following?"
"Cough, cough..." Kawashima Miki tightened the corners of her white shirt with her fingertips, clearing her throat, "Isn’t there still an hour? I wanted to continue chatting with you in the lounge."
"What do you need my help with?" Fujiwara Reya asked.
"I think," Kawashima Miki folded her arms, as if afraid of something, cautiously glancing around the elevator, before lowering her voice, "These past nights, I always feel scared, like there’s someone in my room, as if it’s my husband’s spirit."
Fujiwara Reya showed a look of interest: "I am a professional in this area."
"I hope you can help me." Kawashima Miki clasped her hands together and bent slightly in a bow.
"Boom~"
A strange sound echoed.
Fujiwara Reya looked down at her chest.
A glimpse of black lace came into view.
Black background with red thread, intricate embroidery at the edges, which should be a pattern of some kind of flower, symmetrically adorned on both sides, giving a superb sense of balance overall.
Moreover, a small ribbon was horizontally adorned in the creviced part in the middle.
This ribbon greatly enhanced the overall aesthetic, giving off a feeling that if the thread was untied, one could enter her heart.
"..."
Kawashima Miki realized something, and her expression instantly became stiff.
"No looking!" she scolded, her face blushing, hurriedly clutching her bag to her chest, stepping a few paces back into the corner of the elevator, and watching Fujiwara Reya warily, "You, close your eyes."
Fujiwara Reya’s expression remained unchanged.
He was still savoring the visual enjoyment from just now.
To be honest, he couldn’t see much at all, the bra covered a large area and was quite thick. But the pure black color was visually striking against her tender, fair skin.
Kawashima Miki’s stiff face was facing him.
Staring.
Quietly staring.
Her eyes carried a questioning look.
In response, Fujiwara Reya chose to read but not reply.
After all, it was not intentional on his part, just a coincidence, so there was no need to feel guilty or explain.
The elevator reached the sixteenth floor at this time, the door opened, and Fujiwara Reya stepped out with steady strides.
A long corridor, illuminated by lights even during the day, with polished marble floors as reflective as mirrors, and walls shining white with a tinge of yellow, like buttered croissants eaten each morning. Solid, heavy wooden doors lined the corridor sides, each marked with iron plaques indicating room attributes.
Fujiwara Reya looked at the door signs as he moved forward, searching for his destination.
After walking for a bit, the sound of high heels clicking against the empty corridor echoed behind him, and he turned to see Kawashima Miki running up in small steps, the image of her legs clad in black stockings reflecting clearly on the marble floor.
The button that had popped off her chest was already fixed.
"Didn’t expect you to carry sewing supplies," Fujiwara Reya curiously stared at the button on her chest, instinctively complimenting, "It’s pretty neatly sewn, madam has quite the craftsmanship."
Kawashima Miki felt a bit uncomfortable under his gaze.
The button had been temporarily strung with spider silk, and fearing he might notice something, she quickened her pace to walk ahead.
Fujiwara Reya followed behind her, walking down the empty marble corridor.
Maintaining a half-meter distance, observing the strange lady’s body from behind, he found her figure to be extremely enticing.
Slender shoulders and waist, a ponytail swinging with her steps, occasionally lightly tapping her back; just beneath that, is the delicately outlined rump by the tailored skirt.
Further down were her long legs enveloped in black knee-high stockings.
The thighs were slightly plump, visible with red marks from the stockings tightly encircling, and Fujiwara Reya trailed behind, constantly assessing her neck, wrists, and legs.
Truly befitting of a young married woman.
Compared to those two high school beauties, the mature woman’s body was indeed more alluring, enough for Fujiwara Reya’s gaze to linger a few more seconds.
Kawashima Miki was fully aware of his gaze upon herself.
The popping button earlier was merely an accident. Walking ahead now, however, was her intentional action.
As a natural male Hunter, she understood how to entice men better than any other monster.
For example, most men enjoy conducting certain activities from behind, a position that allows complete control over the woman. Like predators preferring to attack prey from behind, it’s an instinctive hunting behavior.
Swiveling her slightly voluptuous body, stepping lightly forward, Kawashima Miki wore a confident smile. The snug undergarment made her figure appear extraordinarily sexy, her hip movements rhythmic and elegant, pleasing to the eye.
An excellent Hunter often disguises oneself as the prey.
Kawashima Miki was adept at this hunting method.
When the Predator deeming himself in control lunges from behind expecting a feast, he gets ensnared in her meticulously woven spider web, reduced to nothing.
Now, she had begun weaving her web.
As long as the Prey—thinking themselves Predators—fell into the trap, victory would be within grasp.
The pointy high heels, continually producing a pleasant rhythm in the corridor.
Fujiwara Reya followed unhurriedly behind.
Indeed, it was a long corridor, taking several turns before reaching the building’s outer layer, continuing along the long corridor adjacent to the floor-length windows. Outside lay the brightly lit Shinjuku CBD, sunlight reflecting joyously off the glass curtain walls of buildings two to three hundred meters high.
Sunshine poured into the corridor and Fujiwara Reya turned his head to gaze outward.
The sparkling high-rises above, clouds formed two parallel lines, neatly as if brushed on by decorators. freewebnσvel.cѳm
At this moment.
Kawashima Miki suddenly halted.
Fujiwara Reya, gazing outside at the street view, naturally bumped into her back.
The young widow’s body exuded a rich fragrance, like the scent gathered from an entire rose garden gathered in this small body. And the high arches of her backside, gently collided, felt soft and pleasant, yet soon returned with a resilient feedback.
Without a doubt.
The lady possessed a pair of vibrant, lively buttocks.
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