CHAPTER 80: 72. SWITCH FROM DEFENSE TO OFFENSE_2

"Thinking about taking my things is no different from asking for death." Fujiwara Reya shrugged indifferently and ate the meat he brought to his mouth, "By the way, I’ve always had a question, how old are you, ma’am?"

Kawashima Miki didn’t answer, glaring at him with a somewhat annoyed expression.

"Can’t ask?" Fujiwara Reya looked at her curiously.

"In hostess bars, you can’t ask about age!" Kawashima Miki said with feigned anger, "That’s the rule!"

"Write it down for me?"

"That’s one of the rules too."

"But ma’am, you’re not a hostess," Fujiwara Reya looked at her expectantly, "Why can’t you say it? Or do you mean, are you planning to start tonight? If so, I’d definitely agree to let you serve me."

"... Stop saying such embarrassing things."

Kawashima Miki bit her lower lip, showing an embarrassed expression.

So infuriating!

Really want to slap him to death.

But the goal hasn’t been achieved yet, need to endure a bit more!

To change the subject, Kawashima Miki shyly smiled and asked, "How old is the little wizard this year?"

"17," Fujiwara Reya replied, continuing to pursue, "And you, ma’am?"

"Also 17." Kawashima Miki covered her lips with the back of her hand, eyes seductive, "It’s my first time feeling young again, thanks to you, little wizard."

"Really 17?" Fujiwara Reya was obviously skeptical.

"Yes, 17. Not lying to you," Kawashima Miki leaned closer, grabbing his shoulders with both hands and shaking, "What are you doubting, do I not look like I’m 17?"

That posture was quite like a girl coquettishly with her boyfriend. For a moment, Fujiwara Reya felt a surge of impulse, but quickly suppressed it.

"No." Fujiwara Reya shook his head, honestly, "You look at least 20, probably 25."

"Am I really that old?" Kawashima Miki said sadly.

"No, no, 25 isn’t old." Fujiwara Reya comforted, "Young girls are boring, women of your age are much more appealing."

"Hmm?" Kawashima Miki was quite interested to hear more.

"Among young girls, nine out of ten are embodiments of boredom," Fujiwara Reya thought of his junior Asuka, and said half helplessly, half amusedly, "Of course, they don’t realize this. They’re young, beautiful, curious about everything in the world, thinking everything should revolve around them."

"Do you dislike young ones?" Kawashima Miki asked humorously.

"No, on the contrary, I quite like them," Fujiwara Reya looked at her charming face, "Being with them always reminds me of the boring youth I once was. It’s a wonderful memory."

Kawashima Miki chuckled, correcting him, "You’re only 17 too, don’t act old."

"Just imagine I’m a 35-year-old man." Fujiwara Reya laughed along with her.

"Alright, old man..." Kawashima Miki playfully stuck out her tongue, her eyes shining brightly as she asked, "So, old man, do you ever want to go back to being eighteen again?"

"No." Fujiwara Reya answered firmly, "I don’t want to go back at all."

"You say you don’t want to go back... really?" Kawashima Miki seemed unable to understand his answer.

"Of course."

"Why?"

"Because things are great as they are now."

Fujiwara Reya thought, giving up my position to return to being an 18-year-old senior in high school? That’s crazy.

"I don’t believe the little wizard’s answer." Kawashima Miki pondered, resting her chin on her hand.

"I’m not lying to you, ma’am." Fujiwara Reya assured her.

"Whether a little boy or a grown man, they’re full of lies." Kawashima Miki laughed and then took a sip of her cocktail, "Does that mean the little wizard likes older sisters?"

"Of course, like women such as you, ma’am." Fujiwara Reya answered without hesitation.

"Thank you." Kawashima Miki lowered her head shyly.

’Liar!’

Both of them mentally cursed the other, calling them a liar.

"Have you ever thought about going back to being eighteen?" Fujiwara Reya asked her the same question.

"Well..." Kawashima Miki bit her lower lip, pretending to consider, "Probably not, I think things are pretty good now."

Then she looked at Fujiwara Reya’s face, adding.

"The older I am, the more rewarding it feels to devour the little boys."

"I like someone who takes initiative, so why don’t you let me devour, ma’am..."

At this point, Fujiwara Reya was already somewhat losing his tongue.

The hallucinogenic smoke was taking effect... Kawashima Miki felt a surge of excitement, eagerly extending a slender, fair finger to gently lift Fujiwara Reya’s chin, "You’re quite bold, let’s see who devours whom."

With a mischievous smirk on her lips, her gaze locked on him like admiring a beautiful sculpture.

"Ma’am..." Fujiwara Reya swallowed hard.

At this moment, Kawashima Miki, with a mischievous smirk on her lips, like admiring a beautiful sculpture, her gaze locked on him.

This wicked womanly gesture, in Fujiwara Reya’s eyes, had an allure that was off the charts.

"Be obedient, baby." Kawashima Miki’s finger under his chin moved gently from side to side, examining him thoroughly, "You’re actually quite nice when looked at closely."

"What do you mean, ma’am?" Fujiwara Reya met her eyes, breathing heavily.

"I’m very picky about looks, but the more I look at your face, the more appealing it becomes..." Kawashima Miki observed for a while, then laughed condescendingly, "Looking at it more, I suppose having you around might not be so bad. How about staying here and taking care of my daily needs?"

"How should I serve?"

Fujiwara Reya picked up her delicate legs in black stockings, holding her small feet in his hands.

Even if he was far away, with his keen sense of touch, he could smell the slight fragrance from her feet just by breathing a little deeper. Mixed with a bit of sweet and sour sweat, and a hint of leather from high heels.

The complex aroma strongly teased his emotions.

"Listen obediently to what I say," Kawashima Miki leaned back slightly, her legs resting in his palms without retracting, "If you perform well, there will be rewards; if poorly, there will be heavy punishments."

Fujiwara Reya looked up at her face.

Under the pink-blue light, it was as if she became a different person. The originally graceful and elegant oval face now exuded a noble and cold allure.

Her eyes were as mesmerizing as water, naturally seductive.

Maybe it was the courage from alcohol, or perhaps raw oysters really worked wonders, or maybe he knew Kawashima Miki had some strange ideas about him. Now, Fujiwara Reya, accustomed to teasing, even had a thought of engaging with this woman, and began to act more proactively.

"Hey, ma’am."

"Hmm?"

"I prefer another kind of play."

Kawashima Miki instinctively licked her red lips, asking with interest, "How do you want to play?"

"The other way around..." Fujiwara Reya shook his head to clear his dizziness, and with a tug, he pulled her feet, "If you perform well, I can reward you. If you perform poorly, you’ll have to accept my punishment."

"Ah~"

Kawashima Miki shuddered.

She bit her lip, looked down at the boy’s hand resting on the edge of her stockings, her body trembling slightly with anger.

"So soft."

Fujiwara Reya complimented.

His fingers caressed down Kawashima Miki’s smooth thighs, gradually reaching the lace edge of her garter, from the silky skin to the resistance of the stockings, her legs made a slight rustling sound.

The soft, supple touch provided Fujiwara Reya with great satisfaction, both physically and mentally.