Chapter 347: 140. The cute and charming Kawashima Miki has been counter-killed again. _3
Gradually, the spider silk that bound her all retreated, and as their lips met, she reverted to her human form. Her body, tightly embraced by Fujiwara Reya, appeared delicate and frail.
The light was dim, and the spider web trembled.
Kawashima Miki, while having her lips sucked, listened to Fujiwara Reya’s breathing. As the demonic power dissipated, the front view suddenly opened up, and the lights extended from a few meters away down to the plaza at the slope, with countless bonfires dancing in the wind.
After moving away her lips, Kawashima Miki’s eyes were lost as she gently licked her lips for a long time, as if savoring it. Her lips were sweet and soft, truly unforgettable and addictive after kissing.
Fujiwara Reya’s hand caressed her smooth cheek.
"...Don’t touch me!" Kawashima Miki’s cheeks flushed, lightly biting her lower lip, her chest heaving, clearly being contrary.
"I know." Fujiwara Reya nodded repeatedly and then leaned in again.
Kawashima Miki wanted to push away, but Fujiwara Reya didn’t give her the chance to react. On the second kiss, her lips had a warmth, warm like freshly made cotton candy, sweet and sticky.
"Let, let go, explain to me..." Kawashima Miki’s hand pressed against his chest, instinctively wanting to push away, but after a moment’s hesitation, the force wasn’t strong, allowing him to tease her, "I’m really... angry, hmm, if you can’t coax me... then just die..."
After more than five minutes of tightness, as she finally began to struggle from lack of oxygen, she pushed Fujiwara Reya away with all her strength and asked, cheeks red and panting, "Is that enough?"
"Not enough." Fujiwara Reya lowered his head for the third time.
In the darkness, her slight protests diffused endless tenderness and sweetness.
The evening breeze blew in from the foot of the mountain, with stars and the moon in the sky shimmering with silvery glimmer. Through gaps in the dense forest, one can see the stage at the main venue, bustling with activity. A few people walked up from below, laughing and taking off the lion headgear, then returning down to prepare for the lion dance performance.
After the footsteps faded away, at the center of the spider web, Kawashima Miki, exhausted, gave up resisting and lay still.
Fujiwara Reya turned sideways, placing a hand on her prone shoulder, softly saying, "Turn your face this way."
"No." Kawashima Miki shook her shoulder.
"Why didn’t you tell me when you came?" Fujiwara Reya turned her body, whispered into her ear with lips close, "You’re the madam, if you’re aggrieved or angry, can’t you just speak up to me?"
Kawashima Miki closed her eyes and unhappily hummed.
All around was dark and quiet, she couldn’t see anything, only felt Fujiwara Reya holding her tightly, hot like being branded by an iron.
"I’m fond of you, madam!" Fujiwara Reya kissed her neck with lingering satisfaction, "Are you angry because it took me so long to find you, or are you jealous? You have to say something."
Kawashima Miki opened her eyes and glared at him, saying nothing.
"No more sulking." Fujiwara Reya, with no impatience, gently untied her yukata’s belt with affectionate tenderness, placing his palm at her waist, "The Mountain God Festival is about to start, you have to entertain as the Mountain God’s Wife with me."
Upon hearing this, Kawashima Miki’s body moved slightly.
"I’m warning you! Hands off!" Though speaking harshly, her body didn’t evade or stop him, instead lowering her brow with eyes downcast.
Slowly, her body softened.
"The beautiful and charming Empress, is my wife." Fujiwara Reya felt a sense of accomplishment, gently lifting her chin with his other hand, "I want to see my wife’s eyes, can you open them?"
"Why should I obey you!" Kawashima Miki closed her eyes tightly, voice icy.
Fujiwara Reya pinched her chin, quickly leaned in, holding her in the dark for a fourth kiss.
"...Bastard, mm!" Kawashima Miki was furious, but her strength was no match for the Mountain God’s might, her smaller frame just couldn’t push away his bull-like robust body.
Immersed, Fujiwara Reya realized his affection for Miss Miki was deepening.
Of course, he had feelings for other women, but apart from his aunt, they were lukewarm, never burning hot. Living like this would leave a major regret in life.
Their lips were tightly against each other until they were almost out of breath again, and when the lips parted, Kawashima Miki breathed out with a sense of relief, "Huff..."
Fujiwara Reya re-evaluated this enchanting demoness who attracted him, with a man’s perspective, she was slender and proportionate, her face sweet and beautiful, though she liked to get jealous, but that was indeed evidence of caring.
The two nestled against each other closely, both sensing the slightest movements of the other.
Perhaps the four kisses were effective, or perhaps this peerless demoness was somewhat on the brink of self-abandonment, in the faint light, her body gasping quickly, casting flickering shadow-like images.
"Stop doing such silly things again." Fujiwara Reya reached his hand behind her back, rubbing up and down, "I know I have many shortcomings, but at least I won’t hide what I want to do from you. Besides, you can’t resist me, from the day you walked into the Empress, you were mine."
Kawashima Miki said nothing.
Apparently, she was still somewhat displeased but remained docile and curled up quietly in his embrace.
While holding her breath and having her lips gently sucked just now, all kinds of grievances had already dissipated, tranquility filled her heart. As long as Fujiwara Reya understood why she was mad, even if he made up a reason to coax her, she would reconcile with him naturally.