Chapter 514: 179.2
"Here, I got you a drink just now." Fujiwara Reya handed her an orange, then sat down as well, picking up the cola from before to continue drinking. The cola can he had touched was covered in dewy droplets, his palm holding a patch of dampness.
Kasahara Fumi kept a cold face throughout.
She was wearing an ultra-short maid dress that just barely covered her mid-thighs, her legs more perfect than a supermodel’s were encased in black over-the-knee stockings with red lace at the top. On her left thigh, there was also a black and white lace garter, and her feet were adorned with pointed black high heels.
Her bright orange hair was pinned up at the back of her head, adorned with the signature "Katyusha" headpiece, a butterfly ribbon tied at her chest, and the thin body-hugging garment gracefully wrapped around her perfect delicate figure.
"Cute!" Fujiwara Reya exclaimed in admiration.
Up close, she looked like a noble and otherworldly fairy who had fallen from grace.
To put it metaphorically, it was like a defeated fairy, forced to wear a sexy maid outfit in humiliation under the compulsion of an Evil God.
Fujiwara Reya didn’t consider himself an Evil God.
But right now, he really wished he could become an unrestrained Evil God.
Kasahara Fumi’s expression was indifferent, but her mind was highly alert.
Almost the instant he spoke, her round and white earlobes turned red. She slightly shifted her position, one hand pressing down on her skirt, the other pretending to adjust her hair, gently covering her cheek.
This embarrassed look...is super cute!
Her feet were in ten-centimeter black high heels, her long legs were wrapped in the most transparent black silk stockings, the sock bands were red lace embroidered with roses. After sitting on the elastic sofa, the absolute area beneath the ultra-short miniskirt exposed itself—a perky bottom and beautiful legs were beautifully outlined in view, her delicate body showing off a proportionate appearance that was super eye-catching.
Recalling how she used to look stern and cold in her police uniform, this sexy look was really hard not to fantasize about.
Fujiwara Reya consciously swallowed a gulp.
In the room with only the two of them, the sound of swallowing was especially clear.
Kasahara Fumi instinctively hugged her arms, looking at him warily.
"Instinctive reaction, please don’t mind..." With a slight pause, Fujiwara Reya sighed and said, "But what can be done? At this moment, Mrs. Fumi to me is nothing short of breathtaking."
Kasahara Fumi lowered her gaze, not even bothering to show perfunctory acknowledgment.
Having impulsively followed him inside just now, her head now clear, she already realized that Fujiwara Reya intentionally coaxed her in. Given the situation, not kicking this bastard downstairs to fall to his death was already considered restrained on Kasahara Fumi’s part.
She took the orange juice to drink two sips, her expression indifferent as she said, "For the case, I can endure this. And I hope that when you face similar situations in the future, you can also set aside your dissatisfaction or gains first."
"Understood!" Fujiwara Reya sat upright solemnly.
He looked like a dutiful student listening to the words of a beautiful teacher in class.
Kasahara Fumi glanced sideways at him, the aloofness in her eyebrows slightly easing: "In Hidden God Town, it was my first time witnessing how great the power behind you is, so I admire that you can still maintain such a down-to-earth demeanor. And also, being a supernatural being, yet always fulfilling the responsibilities of a divine official, even enduring criticism but still persisting, that’s remarkable."
"You’re the same." Fujiwara Reya replied seriously.
"Hmm, when we first met, you said we each have something we uphold." After a slight pause, Kasahara Fumi added, "It’s just that your character is a bit too overconfident, before you’re willing to expose your identity, you’d better act cautiously. As for killing the Ghost Clan envoy, I haven’t settled that score with you yet, don’t be so reckless in the future."
"Fumi is really a responsible good wife!" Fujiwara Reya gave a thumbs up.
Kasahara Fumi, whose demeanor had just slightly softened, immediately put on a stern face again.
"When it comes to those I’m close to, I tend to say things that are a bit off-the-wall..." Fujiwara Reya looked at her, under the room’s lighting, her graceful cheeks appeared even whiter, "so I’d appreciate it if you could be forgiving about that."
Kasahara Fumi nodded without any expression.
"After all, we’re married, between husband and wife it’s just...
"Stop!"
The female officer’s composure couldn’t hold any longer.
As soon as it came to mentioning the fact that the two of them were married, she was like an annoying subordinate caught in the act, losing all her confidence in facing him.
"I really want to hug Fumi, kiss you, and say: I like you." Fujiwara Reya slowly leaned in, "Then ask you if you like me, and if you say you don’t, I’ll just keep kissing, until you say you do."
"Do you think I would surrender like that?" Kasahara Fumi’s beautiful eyebrows raised with pride.
"Ah, Mrs. Fumi, you’re really stubborn." Fujiwara Reya opened his arms, with an inexplicably joyful playful tone, he provocatively said, "Come on, let’s kiss and see if you’ll surrender."
Kasahara Fumi’s eyelids twitched.
You bastard!
You can’t tell whether I’m stubborn or not?
With a slightly annoyed and unwilling expression, Kasahara Fumi was unable to hold back, and Fujiwara Reya didn’t care about much else, reaching out directly to pull her.
Accompanied by a fragrant scent, Kasahara Fumi fell into his arms. The refined and smooth sensation of the black stockings, the soft press of their chests together, her slim and toned waist, all these wonderful tactile experiences were relayed to his brain through his nerves, heightening his emotions.
"Ah, here we go again..." Kasahara Fumi sighed resignedly.
Her face, without a touch of makeup, blushed with a special tender red, and her warm and bare hands gently rested on Fujiwara Reya’s shoulders, without escaping, just maintaining a certain distance allowing him to hold her.
Fujiwara Reya didn’t dare to push for more.
From ignoring him initially, now she had already acquiesced to his embrace, which was great progress.
Mustering all his strength, he restrained the desire to take further action, merely hugging her without doing anything else. Kasahara Fumi, seeing him calm down, placed one hand on his shoulder, while the other hand supported her chin, looking at the young man’s face with beautiful and charming eyes: "How’s it going recently with Xiangxiang?"
"She hasn’t shown me a good face."
"Could it be you’re too impatient?"
"Not at all...let’s put it this way, I ran into her outside the school the other day, she was on her skateboard, wearing little white shoes and mid-calf socks. I thought she looked very youthful and fashionable, so I stopped to greet her, but just as I raised my hand, she swooshed away. At school, when I tried to find her, Koike Asami stopped me, saying I’d have to wait until she calms down before she’d be willing to talk to me."
"Xiangxiang is just that kind of person, you need to be patient."
"You wanting me to make up with her, is that like pushing your sister into the fire pit?"
"..."
Kasahara Fumi was momentarily stunned.
Right. In the beginning, she didn’t want her sister to get close to this dangerous and mysterious young man... now that she married him instead, she’s hoping he and her sister can make up, melt away past grievances, and be together?
Strange.
Why has her mindset changed like this?
Kasahara Fumi appeared perplexed and bewildered.
Fujiwara Reya placed his left hand gently on her lips, a warm sensation spreading to his hand.
The dim light of the room shone on her orange hair, her makeup-less face exuded a bright glow, her chest rising and falling with her breath, looking as beautiful as Mount Fuji alive in the nighttime. Fujiwara Reya kept one hand on her lips to prevent her from speaking, while the other lazily rested on the absolute area of her thighs, his fingertips gently teasing.
Savoring the wonderful and noble maple scent from her body, holding her waist, touching her soft body.
For Fujiwara Reya, these experiences were of the utmost enjoyment.
Kasahara Fumi looked down to see his eyes.
Those eyes were the clearest eyes she had ever seen in her life, the shimmering light constantly flickering, like a flowing river over the surface of his eyes. They also resembled arrows shot by a bowstring-wielding Hunter, possessing a magic that could hit its target every time.
He was the Mountain God.
A deity representing nature, any creature couldn’t resist the call of nature.
"Fumi." Fujiwara Reya suddenly called out.
"Hm..." Kasahara Fumi instinctively responded.
"I really like you..."
Kasahara Fumi turned her head away, her expression both a little embarrassed and slightly imperceptibly proud.
"I know..." she replied, keeping a straight face to his confession.
"The legs..."
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