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"ah?"

Kawashima Miki covered her mouth in surprise, staring at him with an incredulous look.

"Were you scared?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.

“A little.” Kawashima Miki’s face quickly regained its charming smile. “This is the first time I’ve heard such a metaphor. Although it’s ugly, I must say it’s very insightful.”

"It wasn't me who said that." Fujiwara Izaya shrugged.

Kawashima Miki asked, "Who is it?"

"Qian Zhongshu".

Who is that?

"A Chinese writer."

"Sounds like a very capable person."

“It’s impressive.” Fujiwara Izaya nodded, then looked at the two glasses on the table. “I’ve drunk one-sixteenth of the water in my glass, but not a drop is missing in yours. So please stop wasting my time here. I want to finish quickly so I can have a good restroom.”

"Why do you say that?" Kawashima Miki covered her chin with both hands and winked at him with a girlish charm: "Could it be because I like the little mage's dry humor and want to chat with the little mage a little longer?"

"Okay."

Fujiwara Izaya wore a pleasant smile, but his voice was slightly cold.

“Talking is fine, but there’s one thing I have to make clear first,” he said, pointing to the slit in Kawashima Miki’s skirt. “Please cover this up. Unless you’re planning to use your body to entertain me, don’t make that gesture.”

Kawashima Miki was taken aback.

She placed both hands on the table and stared at it for a long time.

She still wore a small silver ring on the ring finger of her left hand, which shimmered under the light.

"This is really a headache!" she said, raising her left hand, adorned with a ring, and gently tapping her forehead with the tip of her ring finger. "I'm still wearing my wedding ring from my husband, yet I have to offer my body to a male high school student. It's so difficult. If my husband really becomes a ghost, will he forgive me if he sees this...?"

"Wait...you really have such a plan?"

This time, it was Fujiwara Izaya's turn to be stunned.

"Otherwise what?" A captivating smile, seemingly capable of devouring everything, appeared on Kawashima Miki's face.

That smile seemed to say: It's okay, how could it be? Your wife promises to do everything she can to make you comfortable tonight.

“Madam,” Fujiwara Izaya resisted the temptation and emphasized each word clearly, “I’m here to exorcise a spirit. Please take me to the scene.”

"Well……"

Kawashima Miki looked somewhat conflicted.

After hesitating for a while, she slightly opened her mouth, placed the tip of her tongue against the inside of her lower teeth, and said, "It might not be convenient right now..."

"Why is it inconvenient?" Fujiwara Izaya asked, looking at her lips.

Kawashima Miki licked her lower lip, not answering immediately.

The slightly protruding tongue was long and slender, and the movement of licking the lips was very agile; the tip of the tongue was pink and tender, extremely attractive.

After a moment's hesitation, she said, "There are guests in that place. If I take you up there now, we might run into them..."

"It's okay, I'm not embarrassed."

As he spoke, Fujiwara Izaya stood up and stretched his shoulders.

He really didn't want to stay here anymore.

Especially when facing this voluptuous and charming wife, the feeling of being teased unilaterally is not pleasant.

"...Little mage, are you eager to see the adult world?" Kawashima Miki smiled charmingly, scrutinized him for a moment as if confirming something, and then nodded, meaning, "Come with me."

Fujiwara Izaya picked up his backpack, and the two of them, one in front of the other, entered the elevator to go upstairs.

Chapter 71. Kawashima Miki's Temptation

The elevator stopped on the third floor.

Compared to the brightly lit lobby, the third floor was much dimmer, with ambiguous pink and blue lighting.

"This way, young master." Kawashima Miki led the way.

The pointed heels of her high heels tapped on the floor at the same frequency. Fujiwara Izaya followed behind her, constantly scrutinizing her neck and legs. The metal rings of her black stockings were faintly visible beneath her skirt.

And where the skirt is slit, glimpses of fair, delicate skin occasionally appear, looking as delicious as cream.

“Madam,” Fujiwara Ryaya stepped forward and walked alongside her, striking up a casual conversation, “The light in here is really dim. Why don’t you turn on a brighter light?”

“Customers need privacy.” Kawashima Miki turned her head and glanced at his face. “Besides, you don’t want the school to know you’ve been coming to a bathhouse, do you?”

“…That makes perfect sense!” Fujiwara Izaya was genuinely impressed by this statement.

Kawashima Miki chuckled lightly and turned to look at the road.

Upon getting closer, Fujiwara Izaya's highly developed sense of smell allowed him to clearly detect the scent of rose perfume emanating from her neck—a fresh and sweet fragrance, like the aroma one smells in a rose garden on a summer morning.

"Can a Jorogumo smell this good...?" I wondered, and followed her into a large space.

The hall is a rectangular space of about 200 square meters. There are eight sets of red velvet sofas placed back to back, with a small table between each sofa and the two sides separated by nearly transparent curtains.

The light was a constant pale blue, and through the curtains, one could vaguely see the outlines of the people inside.

Perhaps because the sound of footsteps affected the mood of the guests inside, most of the noise in the booths stopped as soon as Fujiwara Izaya walked in.

"Please take off your shoes, little mage..." Kawashima Miki said gently. After speaking, she bent down and took off her high heels, her toes, wrapped in stockings, stepping on the carpet.

Fujiwara Izaya had no choice but to take off his shoes and follow her to the sofa by the window.

As soon as they sat down, a scantily clad waitress came over with a flashlight and showed them the menu to order.

Kawashima Miki ordered two cocktails and an extra plate of raw oysters. Fujiwara Izaya wanted a glass of ice water, but she stopped him, saying that drinking ice water in a place like this would make him a laughingstock.

"Why would you be laughed at?" he asked sincerely.

“Take a good look at where this is.” Kawashima Miki naturally leaned against his arm, sat down next to him, and raised her feet on the sofa as if to support herself.

Fujiwara Izaya curiously turned his gaze.

The light was a pale blue, and two shadows were cast on the curtain next door.

The woman knelt down, her buttocks sticking out high as if intentionally for those around her to see. The man cooperated by rolling up her skirt, and then she began to sway her body gently.

"..."

Fujiwara Izaya was dumbfounded.

I vaguely remember seeing this kind of scene in some movies. This place should be called a couples' tea house.

"Does the little mage now understand where this is?" Kawashima Miki leaned closer and whispered in his ear, "You said you wouldn't mind, so don't get shy now."

The junior priest, who was completely unaccustomed to this kind of occasion, instantly broke out in goosebumps all over his body.

"Haha~"

Seeing his tense muscles, Kawashima Miki let out a pleasant laugh.

Just then, the waiter brought over the cocktail and a plate of raw oysters. Feeling parched, Fujiwara Izaya eagerly picked up the cocktail and took a couple of sips, only to find his throat burning instantly.

"Cough cough~"

I coughed violently twice, and I felt like I was about to choke on my tears.

"Slow down..." Kawashima Miki reached out and gently patted his back. "Little mage, you're so weak. You're already like this after just one sip of wine."

"I haven't drunk alcohol with such a high alcohol content." Fujiwara Rinya said, wiping his eyes with a tissue, looking somewhat uncomfortable.

Tonight I'm going to get you drunk... Kawashima Miki smiled and tapped his chest with her fingers. "Relax, listen carefully, you'll enter another world."

Leaning against the sofa, Fujiwara Izaya stretched out his legs and slowly closed his eyes.

In the dimly lit space, numerous sounds were captured with exceptional clarity by the auditory nerves.

From the bar in front, I could hear the sounds of a cocktail shaker whirring and ice being pounded in an ice machine; from the booth next door, I could hear the rhythmic hum of a pile driver, a man's heavy breathing, a woman slurring familiar words like "dame," and the creaking of sofa legs.

Perhaps it was the effect of the alcohol, but as Fujiwara Izaya listened, his heart began to race.

Just then, something soft and fluffy was placed near my lips, and I heard Kawashima Miki say, "This is a raw oyster, it's very nutritious."

Fujiwara Izaya opened his mouth and ate it.

After chewing for a few seconds, I swallowed it, along with a fishy taste.

"How are you feeling?" Kawashima Miki asked.

“I’m not used to it…” Fujiwara Izaya opened his eyes and shifted uncomfortably. “Let’s get down to business. This is a waste of time.”

Kawashima Miki covered her mouth and chuckled: "Isn't this the important matter?"

What kind of serious business is this?

Fujiwara Izaya opened his mouth, about to speak.

"Have another one."

Kawashima Miki picked up another raw oyster and stuffed it into his mouth.

After Fujiwara Izaya ate the second oyster, she picked up the third oyster, squeezed lemon juice on it, and brought it to his lips again, saying softly, "Don't rush to bite it."

Fujiwara Izaya opened his mouth, waiting for her to feed him.

“Savor the feel of it carefully, imagine it as someone you like.” Kawashima Miki tapped his heart with her index finger with one hand, while holding an oyster in her other hand, twisting and turning it in his mouth.

Feeling the tender oysters caressing his mouth, Fujiwara Izaya experienced a wonderful sensation unlike any he had ever had before.

"Right now," Kawashima Miki loosened her grip, "swallow it in one gulp!"

The slippery oyster meat slid into my esophagus in an instant.

"Goo~"

Before Fujiwara Izaya could react, the food had already reached his stomach.

"Wonderful, isn't it?" Kawashima Miki reached out and touched his hand, which was resting on his knee, seemingly unintentionally. "You're the first person I've ever served personally. Aren't you going to give me your feedback?"

"It's hard to say..."

Fujiwara Izaya shook his head, speechless.