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Her slender shoulders and waist, her ponytail swaying with her steps, occasionally brushing against her back, and just below her hair were her beautiful hips outlined by her bodycon skirt.

Further down, there were long legs in black stockings encased in over-the-knee socks.

Her thighs were a little fleshy, and you could see the red marks from the tight stockings. Fujiwara Izaya followed behind her, constantly looking at her neck, wrists, and legs.

She truly lives up to her reputation as a young married woman.

Compared to those two beautiful high school girls, the mature woman's body was far more alluring, making Fujiwara Izaya's gaze linger for a few more seconds.

Kawashima Miki was well aware that he was being looked at.

The button on her chest popping off earlier was just an accident. Walking in front now is something she did intentionally.

As a natural-born heartbreaker, she knows better than any other monster how to seduce men.

For example, most men prefer to engage in certain activities from behind, a position that allows them to have complete control over the woman. Just as predators prefer to attack their prey from behind, it's a primal hunting instinct.

Swaying her slightly plump body, Kawashima Miki walked forward with light steps, a confident smile on her face. The tight underwear made her figure look exceptionally sexy, and the curve of her waist was elegant and pleasing to the eye.

Skilled hunters often disguise themselves as prey.

Kawashima Miki was most skilled at this hunting method.

When the predator thinks it has the upper hand and pounces from behind to enjoy its meal, it will fall into her carefully woven spider web and end up with nothing but bones.

Now, she has started weaving a net.

Once the hunter's prey is caught, victory is within reach.

The pointed high heels always made a pleasant sound in the corridor with the same rhythm.

Fujiwara Rin followed behind at a leisurely pace.

The corridor was indeed quite long, winding through several turns before reaching the outer floor of the building. I continued walking along the long corridor near the floor-to-ceiling windows. Outside, the Shinjuku CBD was bathed in the bright spring sunshine, and the glass curtain walls of those two- or three-hundred-meter-tall buildings shimmered with a cheerful light.

Sunlight streamed into the corridor, and Fujiwara Izaya turned to look outside.

Above the glittering skyscrapers, the clouds formed two parallel lines, as neatly as if painted by a construction worker.

Just then.

Kawashima Miki suddenly stopped in her tracks.

As Fujiwara Izaya looked at the street scene outside, he naturally bumped into her on the back.

The young woman's body exuded a rich fragrance, like the scent of roses from an entire rose garden gathered within her small frame. Her high, rounded buttocks felt soft and pleasant upon first touch, but were quickly met with a springy rebound.

Without a doubt.

The lady had a very shapely bottom.

Chapter 52. Madam, your house is such a mess!

asshole!

How could he be so perverted!

Kawashima Miki was suddenly hit hard in the back, and her whole body almost fell forward.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Fujiwara Izaya quickly put his hands on her shoulders to help her maintain her balance. "I was looking at the scenery outside, I didn't expect you to stop suddenly."

"I think you did this on purpose..." Kawashima Miki roared inwardly, suppressing the urge to transform into a spider and wreak havoc on the spot. She feigned shyness and blushed slightly, smiling extremely bashfully, "We've arrived, so naturally I have to stop."

Fujiwara Izaya looked toward the door beside him, where an iron plaque read "Land Use Division".

“Let’s continue our conversation over here,” Kawashima Miki said as she walked to the reserved reception area a little further ahead. After heading towards the complimentary drink machine on the counter, she turned back and asked, “What would you like to drink?”

"Coffee, with ice."

Fujiwara Izaya replied and also went into the reception room.

This is a small, open-plan room by the window, exquisitely and elegantly furnished. The window faces the street, and the late spring sunlight shines brightly and clearly onto the plain-colored carpet on the floor.

After a while, Kawashima Miki came over, carrying two drinks.

One cup was an iced coffee for Fujiwara Izaya, and the other was an iced lemonade she had ordered herself. Both cups had ice cubes, and the lemonade cup had a straw.

“Alright, let’s start the conversation again,” Kawashima Miki said, placing her handbag on the table and sitting down opposite Fujiwara Izaya.

"What should I call you?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.

"Just call me Mrs. Araki." Kawashima Miki stretched as if she was tired, her figure perfectly displayed by her fitted shirt.

Fujiwara Izaya subconsciously glanced at her chest again.

It's not his fault.

After all, it is a scientific phenomenon.

The explanation is simple: referring to Newton's law of universal gravitation, the conclusion is as follows: the greater the mass, the stronger the attraction.

But this time, the buttons didn't pop open.

Despite feeling regretful, Fujiwara Izaya could only watch helplessly; he couldn't reach out and tear the button off, as that would be illegal.

As expected of a shameless little pervert… Kawashima Miki cursed inwardly, and said directly, “I would like to invite you to my house, preferably at night, and stay for a few nights.”

A young boy with such a lewd mind is bound to be tempted by beautiful older women, and Kawashima Miki is very confident in her charm.

Within three nights, she could make Fujiwara Izaya lose himself in the erotic world of the Empress's bubble bath, completely oblivious to the changes happening in the outside world.

"Do you have a pen and notepad?" Fujiwara Izaya shifted his gaze to her handbag.

“Yes,” Kawashima Miki opened her handbag, took out a ballpoint pen and notepad, and handed them to him. “Is there anything else you need?”

“I need your honesty.” Fujiwara Izaya stared at her face, his expression becoming formulaic. “How did your husband die?”

"It's a little embarrassing to say..." Kawashima Miki paused slightly, a resentful expression on her face.

“Don’t feel embarrassed,” Fujiwara Izaya said, holding a ballpoint pen and tapping the tip on a notepad. “You might as well think of me as a gynecologist and explain the process clearly. Only by finding the symptoms can I prescribe the right medicine.”

As he said this, he wrote today's date and the other person's name at the top of the note.

[Date: Sunday, April 25, 2021]

[Client: Mrs. Araki.]

"To be honest, maybe it's partly my fault. My husband and I don't get along." At this point, Kawashima Miki lowered her eyes and let out a silent sigh. "On April 13th, he and I had a fight. After drinking, he went out and I haven't seen him since."

Fujiwara Izaya held a pen and jotted down simple information on a notepad.

[The couple had disagreements and she left home on April 13th.]

"He was extremely drunk when he left. The driver said he went to the Yoshiwara Empress Luxury Bubble Bath." At this point, Kawashima Miki stared intently at Fujiwara Izaya. "Do you think it's because I'm not good enough that he went to a prostitute?"

"Uh..." Feeling flustered by her resentful gaze, Fujiwara Izaya shook his head. "Please continue."

"Then, he was dismembered by a prostitute he knew, leaving nothing behind." Kawashima Miki frowned, seemingly recalling that disgusting scene, as she stirred the ice cubes in her lemonade with a straw.

[The Empress's luxurious bubble bath, followed by dismemberment.]

"Excuse my bluntness," Fujiwara Izaya asked, "did he have any dealings with prostitutes?"

“I don’t know. That prostitute also committed suicide.” Kawashima Miki shook her head, rubbing her nose with her index finger as if she was tired. “She was the girl who had been with me the longest. I never expected that my husband would have an affair with her. They both betrayed me.”

"?"

Fujiwara Izaya looked completely bewildered.

Madam, your house is such a mess!

"The Empress's Premium Bubble Bath is one I own," Kawashima Miki said, placing her hands on the table with her fingers clasped together.

She wore a very small ring on her ring finger, a simple, ordinary silver ring that would be almost unnoticeable if it weren't laid out on the table.

Madam, you're still a madam?!

Fujiwara Izaya looked on in surprise and asked blankly, "What does your husband do?"

Kawashima Miki scratched the tip of her nose again: "He's involved in the Yakuza, and he has several hundred men under his command."

Good guy.

Both black and yellow, they deserved to die... Fujiwara Izaya remained composed, jotting down these two pieces of information on a notepad, and then asked, "What did the police say?"

“The police determined it was a crime of passion,” Kawashima Miki tapped her temples with her fingers, her eyes filled with anger. “My husband got involved with that prostitute and said he would divorce me and marry her, but because he broke his promise time and time again, the prostitute killed him.”

[A crime of passion.]

Having noted this crucial information, Fujiwara Rinya asked again, "Were there any monks or priests performing rituals at the crime scene?"

"No, I don't even know where the crime scene is. I just found her diary in the house of a prostitute, which recorded the murder." Kawashima Miki smiled nervously, sipped her lemon soda, and said in a muffled voice, "Because of this, I suspect my husband has become a ghost and has been coming back to haunt me these past few nights."

[No rituals were performed to help the deceased, yet the resentment remains.]

“There is a possibility that you will become a ghost,” Fujiwara Izaya said, tearing off the note and putting it in his pocket. He returned the pen and note to her and handed her a business card. “If it’s convenient, come to the shrine during Golden Week and take me to see the house of a courtesan and your Empress’s Bath.”

"Of course." Kawashima Miki took the business card with both hands, her expression relaxing. "So, you're accepting my request?"

"Ready to accept." Fujiwara Izaya nodded, and slowly took a few sips of his coffee.

Kawashima Miki frowned: "Is there anything else you need?"

"What can I get in return?" Fujiwara Izaya brought up the topic.

“Oh, you…” Kawashima Miki stared at his face, her expression seemingly reluctant to speak.

"You didn't think it was free, did you?" Fujiwara Izaya smiled faintly.

"But exorcism is your profession, right?"

"Of course this is my profession, but exorcism is risky and needs to be guaranteed."

Kawashima Miki blushed slightly and bit her lower lip a little: "What price do you want me to pay?"

"Money, of course..." Fujiwara Izaya roared inwardly.

However, this cannot be said explicitly; it can only be implied.

Young, wealthy widows are highly likely to cause a series of troubles in the future, with plenty of money lining up to be delivered to their door. Therefore, for his first commission, he must maintain the dignity of a clergyman; directly asking for money would be too low-class, and appearing unsophisticated would definitely ruin his image.

“I don’t quite understand…” Kawashima Miki lowered her head and continued stirring her soda with the straw, her voice trembling: “Please tell me clearly, Master Fujiwara. If it’s possible, I will definitely do it.”

"In any case, some sacrifices are necessary, otherwise it would just be volunteer work..." Fujiwara Izaya tapped the table with one hand, looking at the young woman with a serious gaze. "I am capable to some extent, and I can help you solve your problem in whatever form. Of course, I want to uphold justice while also gaining something from the experience, so please be prepared to make sacrifices..."

Kawashima Miki silently bit her lower lip.