Chapter 346: 140. Cute and charming Kawashima Miki was counter-killed again. _2
*Even though she intensely longed to meet in private, when they truly met, Kawashima Miki still couldn’t let go of her reserve.* Although her lavish attire was meant to impress him, there was no way she could voice such lowly words.
This was the moment to test Fujiwara Reya’s skill.
Clearly, the lady was still angry, not wanting to talk to him, and even less keen to see his face.
If he could soothe her, tonight would be a lovely evening. If not, he would be facing a severe chaotic scene tonight.
"Could you let go of me first, ma’am?" Fujiwara Reya inquired.
Kawashima Miki shrugged slightly, indicating that it was impossible.
"Ah, petite, round, smooth fragrant shoulders, plus the lady’s gentle oval face, a perfect beauty from Capital City," Fujiwara Reya asked, feigning distress, "But why would such a lady bite?"
Kawashima Miki turned her head to look at him, "I can even eat you!"
"Let me see your teeth," Fujiwara Reya said.
"Teeth? Look at my teeth?" Kawashima Miki frowned at him, "Can’t you see them when I speak?"
"I want to take a closer look."
"I don’t want to, it’s so embarrassing!" Kawashima Miki snapped her mouth shut instantly.
The lady’s extraordinary beauty was flawless. Her bangs, black and shiny, paired with violet eyes, were truly enticing. And her puffed-up, angry appearance was just like a furious big cat, making one want to tease her endlessly.
"Could you come over to my side, ma’am?" Fujiwara Reya asked.
Kawashima Miki didn’t object. She immediately crawled over with a sullen face, hesitated a moment, and then settled quietly beside him with her eight legs folded.
"So fragrant." Fujiwara Reya turned his head, sniffing the spider fur on her, "Even your spider part smells like roses, ma’am. Do you usually take care of that, too?"
Kawashima Miki remained silent.
In fact, she paid even more attention to maintaining her spider lower body. Not only did she keep the fur neat and clean, but she also soaked in rose baths regularly to preserve the scent. Even her eight pointed spider legs were diligently filed and smoothed with a large nail clipper every day, and lotion was applied to keep them smooth and delicate to the touch.
"Let me go, ma’am," Fujiwara Reya commanded.
"..." Kawashima Miki was unwilling in her heart, but under the influence of the Shikigami contract, the spider binding his wrists and ankles released him with a swish.
Fujiwara Reya turned over and wrapped his arms around her furry spider half.
"Let go!" Kawashima Miki’s expression changed slightly. She frowned and scolded him, "Stop with the tricks, I don’t want to talk to you right now."
"I’m testing the texture," Fujiwara Reya said as his hand touched her lower abdomen, evaluating, "The fur is smooth and sleek, like a well-groomed kitten. The skin below, though, its texture is a bit rough, like sandpaper."
Kawashima Miki’s face turned red involuntarily, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, she shouted indignantly: "Are you satisfied now!"
"Hey, I love little spiders the most." Fujiwara Reya lightly brushed it off, then quickly turned her over, flipping her onto her back in the spider web, eight legs up, and ordered, "Tie up your own hands."
"..."
Kawashima Miki’s heart raced.
*I’m so foolish...* She regretted it, but it was useless. She had dug her own grave and the spider silk she had pulled out obeyed its master’s orders. They wrapped around her wrists, binding her firmly in the center of the spider web.
However, Fujiwara Reya wasn’t satisfied with just that.
The silver threads moved nimbly over her body, binding her neck, full chest, tender elbows, and slender waist.
"Ah, don’t..." Kawashima Miki struggled desperately, the spider web swaying amidst the trees. Her adorable mouth showed sharp little white teeth. Fujiwara Reya looked down, teasingly saying, "Such cute teeth, how could they pierce my skin?"
"What’s it to you!" Kawashima Miki said expressionlessly.
*So stubborn.*
*Fujiwara Reya chuckled inwardly.*
*He loved women like this. She was definitely not the type to utter sweet words of love. Besides her inherent personality, it also had to do with her life experiences. Growing up, she was estranged from humans due to her identity as a demon. Upon arriving in Tokyo, the nature of her work made it impossible for her to know what love was. So, while she longed for it on one hand, she instinctively used her aloofness to protect herself, unwilling to surrender so quickly.*
*Without employing unconventional means, it was hard to make her reveal the soft side of a woman.*
Fujiwara Reya lay on top of her, gazing at her cold, unyielding eyes, suddenly found his target, and kissed her lips. At that moment, her lips were soft, smooth with a hint of coolness. Pressed against them was like kissing a piece of mint candy, the refreshing and sweet sensation lingering in his heart.
Kawashima Miki had no time to react before being kissed.
"Mm, let go..." She twisted her head hard, trying to escape, but as her body was bound by spider silk everywhere, her struggle was utterly futile.
"Let go... Did you hear me, let go..."
Her intermittent words squeezed out from her throat, but those eyes that had been glaring fiercely only took a few seconds to slowly squint. The motion in her lips also started to cooperate. Three seconds later, the spider silk released her wrists, and before she realized it, her arms had wrapped around Fujiwara Reya’s neck, her body relaxing quietly: "You bastard... Don’t you have one at home, why do you still look for someone outside... Mm..."
*No matter how roughly it began, tenderness always took over soon after.*
*Kawashima Miki’s manner, as she calmed down and silently acquiesced, awakened Fujiwara Reya’s gentleness.*