Chapter 578: 197. Mrs. Miki_2
The wet dress clung to her body, she held the hem with one hand while occasionally flicking water toward Fujiwara Reya’s feet with her toes.
They didn’t return to their room and instead slipped into a storage room along the way.
The damp air wafted over from the filthy clutter.
The door was unlocked, Kawashima Miki sat on a table with one foot propping the door ajar, her other foot wore one high heel, while the other shoe lay on the dusty floor. The curve of the leather toe cap was as smooth as some part of her body.
The thunder and lightning grew wilder.
The heat steamed up inside the storage room, and both of them were drenched in sweat.
Kawashima Miki’s dark curly hair hung down her back, her bare arms were exceptionally slender.
"You bastard," she panted and cursed, "you’re really agile!"
"Don’t move, Madam." Fujiwara Reya said.
"You’re something else, no wonder you’re such a Tengu."
"You’re no different, your body is quite demanding. No wonder you’re a spider!"
"I’ll bite you to death."
Kawashima Miki bit him on the neck.
Her sharp teeth pierced his skin and drank deeply.
Fujiwara Reya allowed her to drink to her heart’s content.
For him, blood was a renewable resource, but for Mrs. Miki, the blood of the Royal Family was a great tonic. Luo Xinfu herself was a creature with a predatory gene, and when emotions took over, she couldn’t control her instinct to suck his blood. Fujiwara Reya had no reason to refuse such a beautiful and satisfying sight.
After a while.
Kawashima Miki lifted her face and smiled at him, faint as the last wisp of thin haze over the evening tide.
She spread her arms, showing a hint of "do as you please."
"How was the chat with Aunt?" Fujiwara Reya adjusted her waist.
"Ah!" Kawashima Miki, sitting upright, leaned back slightly, "I thought you wouldn’t ask."
"Of course, I’d be curious."
"Ah~"
The soft exclamation felt like a feather tickling Fujiwara Reya’s ears.
Kawashima Miki suddenly pressed her hands on his shoulders, exhaled orchid-like breaths: "Tie me up."
"?" Fujiwara Reya blinked.
Meanwhile, a strand of white silk emerged between the couple, spiraling around her body.
The incredibly resilient spider silk first tied her hands behind her back, then wrapped around in circles, the techniques intricate, with the knots interconnected. Then the silk wound from her back to her front, wrapping a few rounds along her chest contour, making it more prominent. Finally, one end of the silk tied to her calf, the other to the ceiling fan hook, lifting her foot high.
Fujiwara Reya stared, his eyes wide open.
The modest Mrs. Miki had never been so bold.
"I’ll only reward you this once."
Kawashima Miki said, slightly panting.
The luxurious gown, like the most beautiful butterfly, half-covered her snow-white skin.
Fujiwara Reya pulled her into an embrace, pressing his lips down.
Kawashima Miki, hands clasped behind her, shivered one leg: "Kuri has made me tempted."
"Is that so..." Fujiwara Reya sniffed her sweat, kissing her slender, delicate neck, "If your heart’s moved, let it be. Anyway, she won’t scheme against you..."
Kawashima Miki lifted her neck.
Her pretty lips slightly parted, exhaling heat.
The alluring elasticity of her abdomen, like a blossom of flesh mud, tempted Fujiwara Reya to a twisted feeling. At times like this, Mrs. Miki’s soul was entirely his, as if an implicit lightning transmitted between them... An eternally unforgettable sweet experience.
"Kuri wants Tamamo-no-Mae’s body."
"I want it too."
"What?"
"...I also wish Aunt had Tamamo-no-Mae’s body."
Kawashima Miki turned her lovely face aside, indulging him: "A fox and a Tengu make a good pair."
"Even at times like this, you can be jealous?" Fujiwara Reya teased her.
Kawashima Miki trembled, turned sideways against him.
As if an electric current surged instantly to her head.
Her snowy skin flushed with fine sweat, her pretty face a blush, indescribably ethereal and enticing.
A thin spider silk swayed in the air.
The rain outside grew heavier, occasionally someone hurried past, two security guards patrolled nearby, one curiously gazed into the storage room, face almost pressed against the glass.
"Seems like there’s some activity inside."
"Quit kidding, this ship’s full of big shots; who’d come to this filthy storage room?"
"But I swore I heard a woman’s voice."
"Maybe it’s the Spider Girl’s allure; take one step in and you’ll be in her web."
"If you put it that way, I’m not sleepy anymore..."
Footsteps gradually faded away.
Kawashima Miki released a pent-up breath she’d been holding for a long time.
"Phew~"
"Scared me to death~"
Fujiwara Reya hugged her waist, savoring the softness of her waist, face buried in her neck.
"Let me rest a bit." Kawashima Miki shrank as if ticklish.
"Smells so good."
"Not as good as your Mrs. Kasahara."
"You’ve smelled her?"
"I haven’t." Kawashima Miki laughed while she undid the spider silk, "But if she didn’t smell good, why would you call her ’mom’ so eagerly?"
"Mother-in-law." Fujiwara Reya held her small hand.
Both of her delicate wrists were marked with bruises from the bindings, a shocking sight.
"This is too wonderful," Fujiwara Reya kissed her palm, "Is it really only this once you reward me?"
"Mmhm?"
Kawashima Miki uttered a bewitching, alluring sound through her nose.
Her loosely hanging gown half-covered her body, glamorous and decadent.
"Will you comply?" Fujiwara Reya asked with his face resting in her palm.
"No, no..." Kawashima Miki pinched his face with both hands.
Fujiwara Reya raised his face: "I’m going to use force."
"Gonna torture a confession out of me?" Kawashima Miki’s voice was tender, her eyes misty.
Their lips suddenly pressed together.
Then, Kawashima Miki let out muffled protests.
Her hands gradually fell on Fujiwara Reya, her hair unraveling, covering his hair, her beautiful lips over his lips. Her face abandoned all thought, only complete surrender and an inseparable attachment existed between them.
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In some room, Natsuki Kuri had finished her bath, carefully combing her hair in front of the bathroom mirror.
She put on pantyhose, slipped into a silk shirt, then donned the glossy black latex suit again. Standing before the full-length mirror by the door, she confirmed that her outfit was impeccable as she rotated her body.
Does this look a bit like Fukaeri?
She thought of this question.
Kasahara Fumi was like a cold sharp knife, calm and sexy, matching well with the latex suit.
"Forget it, I’m no righteous police officer..." Natsuki Kuri shrugged, hooked the small key ring on the desk with her fingertips, and left the room.
Her high heels clicked against the pooled water.
Natsuki Kuri’s lips curled into a smile.
Gripping the remote tightly, she confirmed its solidity and weight, and walked into the ship’s interior.
Outside was stormy, inside was bustling.
Restaurant, casino, bar... all places were teeming with people.
Everyone who saw her stared in disbelief, but she paid them no mind. Like a model on the Paris Fashion Week runway, she walked tall and straight, striding forward. Her short hair swayed by her ears.
Natsuki Kuri’s lips still held a slight smile.
People excitedly watched her from their seats, seeing a grand beauty was a treat.
Moreover, she was a young lady, stepping in fine high heels, wearing a sexy and mysterious latex suit, with a smile on her lips. Something must be wrong with anyone not watching.
Natsuki Kuri entered the busiest casino.
A middle-aged woman dressed lavishly watched her, Givenchy sunglasses and her ring glistening.
Natsuki Kuri jumped onto a table.
Her fingertip hooked the small iron ring, swinging it in the air, the remote spinning rapidly then slowly.
I do this entirely of my own will... I don’t hope for forgiveness, even if I die smiling serenely. But until the last moment, I must do everything I can.
"Koriya~" Natsuki Kuri murmured softly.
Then she pressed her finger against the remote, increased the force, and pressed down.
"Hoho—"
Men unaware of the truth hooted and jeered.
"Boom—"
The violent explosion suddenly swept the entire cruise ship.