The gentle and intimate voice reached her ears, it was the call of a beloved person, lingering long after hearing, unwilling to dissipate.
Kawashima Miki’s neck bristled with goosebumps, as if something beautiful and delightful had entered her brain through her ear canal, seeping into the depths of her soul.
She dared to bet all her cosmetics on it.
Anyone who was rude or cold-hearted, upon hearing such a voice, would willingly submit to him...
"Madam," Fujiwara Reya urged again, holding her hand without letting go.
Kawashima Miki’s hand was soft, with slender fingers.
The palm was warm, with a bit of sweat, feeling smooth and moist, probably due to nervousness.
Fujiwara Reya led her back to the massage chair, then he lay down face up, looking at her with anticipation.
"...Really strange," Kawashima Miki averted her gaze, murmuring in a voice only she could hear, "I’ve always been the Luo Xinfu seducing men, never thought one day I’d be seduced in return, and by a half-grown boy... truly embarrassing."
At this point, she could only grit her teeth and carry on.
"Please close your eyes, lie flat..." Kawashima Miki turned back, her voice so low it was almost inaudible.
Fujiwara Reya obediently complied.
Shortly afterward, a faint warmth approached, he could feel Kawashima Miki’s body drawing near.
Soon, a pair of cold little hands pressed on his chest, gently massaging in circles.
"Aren’t you using essential oil this time?" he asked with his eyes closed.
"Ran out..." Kawashima Miki said quietly, "Only prepared the amount for the back, never intended to do the front."
"Oh, what a pity." Fujiwara Reya said in a familiar tone, "Prepare more next time, both front and back."
"...There won’t be a next time."
Kawashima Miki’s slightly trembling murmurs seeped into the heart like a whiff of blooming fragrance.
Fujiwara Reya slightly opened his eyes, observing the young widow bending over to massage.
The white silk blouse on her upper body was mostly soaked with sweat, faintly revealing the outline of black lingerie, contours undulating gracefully; the narrow black uniform skirt was already drenched, clinging tightly to her thighs like an abandoned child, further down were the long, beautiful legs wrapped in black stockings.
"Don’t stare at me..."
Kawashima Miki pressed his face to one side with her palm.
The skewed gaze saw two pairs of shoes lying on the floor, one of his white tennis shoes, the other her black high heels, upon a closer look, her shoes astonishingly had red soles.
The combination of these two tones is the most seductive, capable of inciting impulses.
In Fujiwara Reya’s mind, he recalled that day at the Onmyo-ryo, seeing the button bursting on her chest, her bra was also of red and black tones.
His mind drifting randomly, Kawashima Miki leaned her body tightly on the narrow recliner to get his answer, bending over to massage his front, her bosom almost brushing against his face.
Fujiwara Reya turned his head back to look at her again.
The madam’s round face carried a trace of classic beauty charm, her forehead smooth and full, her complexion alluring. Her hair elegantly coiled at the back of her head, the entire face clearly displayed, making those intricate patterned eyes even more captivating.
As he watched, Fujiwara Reya recalled Luo Xinfu’s light purple pupils, comparing in his mind the difference in the pattern of her and Kawashima Miki’s pupils, just finding this task very difficult, relying on memory was temporarily unfeasible.
He would find a chance to secretly take pictures later, compare them slowly to his heart’s content.
Kawashima Miki continued to massage him in silence, from chest to abdomen, from abdomen to thighs, calves, even the soles of his feet were massaged.
Completing the final step, she sighed softly, gazing long at the light, not blinking, her side profile appearing beautiful yet sad.
Am I forcing an innocent woman into prostitution... Fujiwara Reya asked himself inwardly, but thinking again, she’s hardly an innocent woman, any burgeoning guilt immediately vanished.
Kawashima Miki silently took several deep breaths, turned around, a slight smile emerging.
"Can you tell me?" she asked.
Fujiwara Reya sat up straight, holding her shoulders with both hands, his gaze sincerely: "Pulled from a gacha in a game."
Do you think this answer was humorous?
Kawashima Miki’s body slightly trembled, like a candle flame flickering with a faint breeze.
She folded her arms tightly across her chest as if to keep warm.
Not uttering a word, not moving an inch, hardly even breathing, like a frozen dead person.
Yet upon closer examination, her chest could be seen subtly heaving rhythmically with her breath, barely noticeable. Breathing was light, slightly inhaling, exhaling ever so softly. It seemed a slight force would snap her elbows and neck with a crack.
Fujiwara Reya also remained silent.
He observed her change while contemplating why she appeared so fragile.
Was it because of being deceived?
Or because she felt tainted?
"Can I do anything for you?" Fujiwara Reya asked her.
"Why?" Kawashima Miki asked softly, swallowing, making an unnaturally loud sound, "You promised not to deceive me, so why say something even a kid wouldn’t believe?"
Fujiwara Reya didn’t know how to explain.
He really wasn’t lying!
"Why?" Kawashima Miki asked again, her eyes even welled up with tears.