I have an unlimited number of shikigami

"Well..." Kawashima Miki bit her lower lip, pretending to consider it for a moment, "Probably not, I think things are fine as they are now."

After saying that, she looked at Fujiwara Izaya's face and added a sentence.

"When I get older, I feel a sense of accomplishment when I eat little boys."

"I like it when you take the initiative, so why don't you let me have it, my wife..."

By this time, Fujiwara Rinya was already having trouble speaking clearly.

The hallucinogenic smoke was working... Kawashima Miki was a little excited. She couldn't wait to stretch out a slender, white finger and gently lift Fujiwara Izaya's chin. "You're quite the talker. Let's see who eats whom."

A mischievous, playful smile played on his lips as he stared at him intently, as if admiring a beautiful sculpture.

“Madam…” Fujiwara Izaya swallowed hard.

At this moment, Kawashima Miki had a mischievous smile on her lips, staring at him intently as if admiring a beautiful statue.

In Fujiwara Izaya's eyes, this kind of "bad woman" demeanor was incredibly alluring.

"Be a good boy, little one." Kawashima Miki held his chin with her fingers, moving it from side to side to observe him repeatedly. "Looking closely, you're actually quite a nice person."

"What does Madam mean?" Fujiwara Rinya met her gaze, panting heavily.

“I’m very picky about people’s looks, but the more I look at your face, the more attractive it becomes…” Kawashima Miki scrutinized him for a while, then smiled condescendingly at him. “After looking at you a few more times, I think it might not be so bad to have you by my side. How about this, you stay here from now on and take care of my daily needs?”

How should we serve?

Fujiwara Izaya scooped up her beautiful legs in black stockings and held her small feet in his hands.

Even from a distance, his keen sense of touch allowed him to detect the faint, delicate fragrance emanating from her feet with just a slightly heavier breath. Mixed with a hint of slightly acidic sweat and a touch of the leather of her high heels, the fragrance was unmistakable.

The multiple flavors penetrated his lungs and spleen, intensely stimulating his emotions.

“Be a good girl and listen to your wife,” Kawashima Miki said, her hands supporting her on the sofa, her upper body leaning back slightly, her feet resting in his hands. “If you behave well, your wife will reward you; if you behave poorly, your wife will punish you severely.”

Fujiwara Izaya looked up at her face.

Under the light blue glow, she looked like a completely different person; her originally dignified and elegant oval face now exuded a noble and aloof aura.

Her eyes were brimming with gentle light, and her allure was natural.

Perhaps it was the alcohol that emboldened him, or perhaps the raw oysters really were effective, or perhaps he knew that Kawashima Miki had some strange thoughts about him, but now that Fujiwara Rinya was used to teasing her, he even had the idea of ​​playing a few rounds with this lady, and his behavior began to become more proactive.

"Hey, Madam."

"Ok?"

"I prefer a different way of playing."

Kawashima Miki subconsciously licked her red lips and asked him with great interest, "How do you want to play?"

“On the other hand…” Fujiwara Izaya shook his head, dispelling the dizziness, and grabbed her feet with both hands and pulled hard. “If you behave well, I can reward you. If you behave poorly, you will have to accept my punishment.”

"Yeah~"

Kawashima Miki's body trembled violently.

She gritted her teeth, looked down at the boy's hand resting on the edge of her stockings, her body trembling slightly with anger.

"So soft."

Fujiwara Izaya exclaimed in admiration.

Fingers caressed the smooth skin of Kawashima Miki's thighs, gradually moving down to the lace trim at the end of the stockings. From the smooth, delicate skin to the stockings that now provided resistance, her legs made a soft, suggestive rustling sound.

The soft, tender, and supple touch gave Fujiwara Izaya immense satisfaction, both physically and psychologically.

Chapter 73. When the Jorogumo Meets the Jorogumo

You bastard!

Kawashima Miki bit her lower lip, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid.

These crystal silk stockings were carefully selected by her; the material is delicate, smooth, and soft, with excellent light transmission and breathability. When worn, the surface has a slightly matte finish, giving them a noble and elegant look that perfectly complements her temperament.

Tonight's events unfolded much as she had anticipated when she put on her stockings; Fujiwara Rinya was indeed captivated by her charm.

However, his sudden and bold act of touching her greatly surprised Kawashima Miki.

Logically speaking, he should be out of his mind right now and obey his every word... so why did he touch me on his own initiative?

Kawashima Miki was right; Fujiwara Izaya was indeed somewhat affected.

Unfortunately, she underestimated Fujiwara Izaya's strength. The hallucinogenic smoke not only failed to knock him out, but also clouded his consciousness, causing him to lose control of himself and indirectly arousing the arrogant attitude of Emperor Sutoku in his blood.

Fujiwara Izaya is currently feeling a strong urge to vent, and is somewhat agitated.

He gently stroked Kawashima Miki's private area with his palm through her stockings, feeling the delicate softness of her thighs and her burning body temperature, while also feeling a desire to conquer her.

No...

You can't lose your composure like that!

While touching someone's thigh, Fujiwara Izaya forced himself to look up at the pink and blue chandelier on the ceiling, trying to enter a state of sagehood.

Regardless of the purpose, touching the thigh of an attractive, mature woman is a pleasurable and enjoyable experience. He needs to distract himself, otherwise he might lose control.

The faint, sweet scent of roses filled the air, and Kawashima Miki's warm, soft body trembled slightly from time to time, like a frightened little lamb.

Fujiwara Izaya stared at the ceiling, thinking to himself that if his wife gave him a bubble bath... tsk tsk, how wonderful that would be.

"Waaah, I was taken advantage of..." Kawashima Miki bit her lip in resentment and lowered her head.

Her eyes, unseen by others, were filled with a misty moisture, and her expression showed a sense of grievance.

Big loss.

This time we really lost a lot of money.

I thought he was just an innocent little boy, someone I could easily manipulate, but I never expected him to be so bold as to take advantage of me like that... Waaah, my innocent body is ruined!

Why don't hallucinogenic fumes work?

Could his strength be more than just that of a high-ranking official? How could that be? He's only 17 years old, how could he possibly possess general-level strength…?

Perhaps because Fujiwara Izaya was too engrossed in touching her, Kawashima Miki felt increasingly uncomfortable all over. Her toes involuntarily curled up inside her stockings, and her breathing became much heavier.

"Ah~"

Calls came from the other booths.

Fujiwara Izaya turned his head and saw an ambiguous scene.

A little further ahead in the booth, a bald, middle-aged man was standing up, holding a prostitute wearing only white stockings in his arms, and pacing back and forth in front of the sofa.

“Madam.” Fujiwara Rinya lowered his head and looked at Kawashima Miki.

"Ok?"

Kawashima Miki's chest heaved, her tongue unconsciously licking her red lips.

Her charming and innocent demeanor is perfectly natural.

Fujiwara Izaya leaned in close and whispered in her ear, "Should we do what the people at the next table did?"

Kawashima Miki shuddered as her ear was suddenly attacked, and she couldn't help but let out a soft groan.

"Dame~"

Then, as if all her strength had been drained, her whole body became limp and powerless, leaving her completely helpless.

The hazy, pale blue light, the warm, damp atmosphere, the irresistible allure of the young widow… Fujiwara

Izaya was breathing rapidly. One of his hands had somehow reached behind her and wrapped around her, his palm touching the hook on her back.

Holding Kawashima Miki's body felt like embracing a warm spring, comforting and cozy. Both monsters' hearts pounded wildly, as if they were about to burst from their bodies.

For a long time, Kawashima Miki said nothing and did not struggle.

He was probably still pondering the gains and losses, or perhaps he felt that this scene was familiar somewhere before, and a strange memory surged through his body, as if he had been held by him many times before in some place.

Soon after, she felt something pressing against her inner thigh, and she shifted her body slightly to avoid it.

"pat~"

The button on the back is missing.

Kawashima Miki blinked, her eyelashes fluttering slightly.

Did they actually unbutton it?

He's such a pervert!

No, I have to stop here. If this continues, this bastard will take advantage of me. If he really plays me like this, even if I get the land of Asakusa Shrine, it won't make up for the loss I suffered today.

I had just gotten up when I suddenly felt myself being touched.

"Yeah~"

Kawashima Miki was so frightened that she turned pale and jumped up instantly.

"I'm...sorry..." she said, covering her chest with one hand and backing away. "There shouldn't be any guests in the rooms upstairs now. I'll take the little mage to check it out, and then we can do other things..."

Her flustered appearance was a far cry from the composed and charming demeanor she had displayed while teasing the little boy.

"Hold on, hold on..." Fujiwara Rinya told himself several times, took a deep breath, and picked up his backpack: "Let's go then."

"plz follow me……"

Kawashima Miki, head bowed, led the way.

The back buttons were already undone and a bit loose, but luckily the bust size was big enough that it wouldn't fall down even if it wasn't buttoned up.

The two monsters remained silent the whole way. Fujiwara Rin was also savoring the experience, which felt like a soft balloon filled with a viscous, hot liquid that couldn't be held in one hand.

Unfortunately, it was thrown away as soon as it was touched, before I even had a chance to savor it.

If something were to happen, Fujiwara Rin wouldn't mind. After all, he wasn't exactly a gentleman, or even a human being. He was too embarrassed to make a move on his junior, who was still a child, but he felt no guilt about flirting with a young widow who had ulterior motives towards him.

They went up to the fourth floor, one after the other.

Walk along the narrow corridor and stop in front of the room with the sign "406".

Kawashima Miki knocked twice, and the door immediately opened from the inside, revealing a young woman with bright red hair.

She was good-looking, had a great figure, and was wearing a baggy pink dress and a pair of large earrings.