Chapter 515: The Law of Love
When Miss Shizuka returned to the room, she happened to see the young husband being stepped on by his very shapely wife.
From the wife’s icy expression, it seemed like the husband had just done something wrong. However, judging by the husband’s look of enjoyment, he surely knew he was wrong but would make the same mistake again.
Strange couple... Miss Shizuka gently closed the door.
Approaching the bed, she placed the wooden basin in her hand onto the small table, knelt gently, and interrupted the couple with a voice as gentle as cleaning an ear: "Guests, how should we proceed next?"
Kasahara Fumi quietly retracted her foot.
"Let my wife do it, you just teach her from the side." Fujiwara Reya climbed up and said.
Kasahara Fumi stepped on his foot.
That’s all there was to it.
Rather than watching Fujiwara Reya being served by a hostess, she’d rather do it herself.
After working for so long, this was the first time Miss Shizuka encountered such a thing.
But with a city as big as Tokyo and so many bizarre people, she was only slightly surprised and didn’t think much of it. Looking at Fujiwara Reya, she said, "Please take off your clothes."
Fujiwara Reya immediately stripped down to just his underwear.
Soon after, without waiting for Miss Shizuka’s instructions, he lay automatically on the air cushion used for the massage.
With a worldly-wise smile akin to Amaterasu’s, Miss Shizuka said to Kasahara Fumi, "Your husband is quite skilled; surely this isn’t his first time at such a place."
Kasahara Fumi gave her a glare of impatience.
Do I need you to remind me of Mrs. Miki giving him bubble baths!
Miss Shizuka laughed a bit at her own expense, turned to pull the curtains of the room, switched off the room lights, leaving only a pink atmosphere light. In the ambiguous lighting, Fujiwara Reya lay on the mat, motionless, quietly waiting.
The room was so quiet you could hear the sound of someone swallowing.
Kasahara Fumi then realized that the one swallowing was herself... It felt like stepping into a place she’d never heard or seen before. Like the bottom of the Mariana Trench or the surface of Mars, a place where one couldn’t easily return unscathed.
"Here you go, I’ll guide you from the side." Miss Shizuka handed her a specially prepared essential oil.
Kasahara Fumi bent forward slightly, kneeling on the air cushion.
Fujiwara Reya slightly turned his head, his perky buttocks pulling the black narrow skirt into a round, tight, tempting curve. Those long and beautiful legs, with sheer, translucent stockings barely revealing the texture of the skin. Her thighs curled inward, with the calves slightly apart, forming a graceful curve.
"Close your eyes!"
Kasahara Fumi unceremoniously poked his cheek.
The sharp pink nail left a quickly fading mark on his face.
"First, evenly coat your hands with the oil." Miss Shizuka instructed from the side.
"Phew~"
Kasahara Fumi drew a breath.
Her two hands swirled in the small wooden basin containing the essential oil, then she leaned forward, her icy fingertips placing on Fujiwara Reya’s chest.
"Sss~" Fujiwara Reya sighed in comfort.
Kasahara Fumi momentarily showed a fleeting shyness in the pink lighting, and then sternly warned him: "Don’t make weird noises."
"It’s just too comfortable."
Fujiwara Reya felt as if his pores were bubbling with delight.
Kasahara Fumi said nothing more, keeping her head down, a bit befuddled, as she massaged.
This massage, somewhat like a bubble bath, was something Mrs. Miki often did for Fujiwara Reya, so he was familiar with it. However, under Fukaeri’s hands, it was a completely new experience. She wasn’t as skilled as Mrs. Miki, and her massage wasn’t as comfortable, yet admiring her bashful demeanor was the most beautiful thing.
"Make sure to massage the whole body." Miss Shizuka reminded from the side, her empty hands guiding her positions.
Kasahara Fumi’s smooth, soft hands tapped over Fujiwara Reya’s chest again and again.
Soon, her breathing became faster, and transparent sweat appeared on her forehead. Her soft hands moved from his shoulders all the way down, skipping nothing except that one place.
"You missed a spot." Miss Shizuka reminded.
Kasahara Fumi just pretended not to hear.
"She’s just shy." Fujiwara Reya explained.
"Ah~" Miss Shizuka sighed lightly with some regret, "Even from a distance, I can feel the warmth, and from the outline, you are really impressive, Master. Why not let Shizuka help you?"
"No need!" Kasahara Fumi coldly replied.
Seeing the murderous intent in her eyes, Fujiwara Reya quickly responded, "At home, she has the final say."
"That’s really a shame..." Miss Shizuka swallowed a bit of saliva with some reluctance in her heart.
Judging from this guest’s robust physique and the size below, this was a hundred percent perfect body, and it was such a pity not to grace it.
The next thirty minutes became a long journey.
Fujiwara Reya’s muscular body had hills and plateaus, forests, and springs. In a half-coerced and half-voluntary manner, Kasahara Fumi enjoyed with her eyes, confirmed with her fingertips, and lightly touched with her nose... After the massage, she rested a bit, wiped away the sweat on her forehead with a towel, and still had a small piece of unmelted ice in her mouth.
Fujiwara Reya sat cross-legged on the mat, taking several deep breaths.
Kasahara Fumi gestured with her eyes.
"Miss Shizuka, could you please leave for a while?" Fujiwara Reya turned to ask Shizuka, "My wife and I have some matters to attend to, and with you here, she’s a bit reserved."
The couple has things to do?
Of course, Miss Shizuka knew.
Despite feeling unwilling, she could only leave for now.