CHAPTER 78: 71. KAWASHIMA MIKI’S TEMPTATION

The elevator stopped on the third floor.

Compared to the bright lobby, the third floor was much dimmer, with the lighting being an ambiguous pink-blue hue.

"This way, little wizard." Kawashima Miki led the way ahead.

The sharp heels of her high-heeled shoes consistently tapped on the floor at the same frequency. Fujiwara Reya followed her, constantly eyeing her neck and legs, where the metal rings of black suspenders subtly peeked out from beneath her skirt.

And at the slit of the skirt, occasionally there was a flash of sheer, creamy skin, looking as delectable as cream.

"Madam," Fujiwara Reya caught up to walk beside her, engaging in small talk, "the lighting’s really dim here. Why not brighten it up a bit?"

"Guests need privacy." Kawashima Miki turned her head to glance at his face, "Besides, you wouldn’t want the school to know you’ve entered a bathhouse, right?"

"...Makes so much sense!" Fujiwara Reya genuinely admired this reasoning.

Kawashima Miki chuckled lightly, turning her head forward to watch the path.

As they got closer, Fujiwara Reya’s keen sense of smell clearly caught the rose perfume wafting from her neck, a fresh and sweet scent reminiscent of standing in a rose garden on a summer morning.

Could a Luo Xinfu smell this fragrant... pondering this question, following her into a large space.

About more than 200 square meters, the rectangular hall had eight sets of red velvet sofas placed back-to-back, with small tables between the sofas, separated by nearly transparent curtains at each side.

The lighting remained a constant pink-blue, through which you could partially see the fuzzy outlines of people inside.

Perhaps the footstep sounds affected the mood of the guests inside; as soon as Fujiwara Reya entered, most of the movement in the booths stopped.

"Please take off your shoes, little wizard..." Kawashima Miki softly said, then bent over, removed her high heels, and placed her stocking-clad toes on the carpet.

Fujiwara Reya had no choice but to remove his shoes and follow her to the sofa by the window.

Soon after they sat down, a scantily clad waitress approached with a flashlight, illuminating the menu for them to order.

Kawashima Miki ordered two cocktails and an extra plate of raw oysters. Fujiwara Reya intended to ask for a glass of iced water but was stopped by her, who said that in a place like this, asking for iced water would be laughable.

"Why would it be laughable?" he asked sincerely.

"Take a closer look at what place this is." Kawashima Miki naturally leaned against his arm, sitting close and as if to support herself, lifted both feet onto the sofa.

Fujiwara Reya curiously turned his gaze.

Pale blue lighting, shadows of two people on the curtain next door.

The woman leaned forward in a kneeling posture, her accentuated rear seemingly intended for the adjacent person to see, as the man cooperatively lifted her skirt, and she began to sway gently and tenderly.

"..."

Fujiwara Reya was dumbfounded.

He seemed to vaguely recognize such scenes from certain films, wondering if this place should be called a lovers’ lounge.

"Now, does the little wizard understand what kind of place this is?" Kawashima Miki whispered by his ear, her lips brushing against it, "Earlier you said you wouldn’t mind, so don’t get cold feet now."

The little priest, completely unaccustomed to such settings, suddenly had goosebumps all over his body.

"Haha~"

Watching him get tense like this, Kawashima Miki let out a joyful laugh.

Just then, the server came over with their drinks and a plate of raw oysters. Feeling somewhat parched, Fujiwara Reya eagerly picked up the cocktail and took two sips, only to feel a burning sensation in his throat.

"Cough, cough~"

He coughed violently a couple of times, feeling the tears about to spill out from being choked.

"Take it slow..." Kawashima Miki extended a hand, gently patting his back, "The little wizard is quite weak, just one sip, and look at you."

"I’ve never had such strong liquor before." Fujiwara Reya uncomfortably took some tissue and dabbed his eyes.

The goal tonight is to get you drunk... Kawashima Miki smiled slyly, tapping on his chest with her fingers, "Relax, listen carefully, you’ll enter another world."

Leaning against the sofa, Fujiwara Reya stretched out his legs and gradually closed his eyes.

In the dim space, numerous sounds were unusually clear, caught by his auditory nerves.

From the bar ahead came the sound of cocktail shakers being shaken, the sound of ice being crushed by the ice machine; from the neighboring booth, the rhythmic sounds of something mechanical, a man’s panting, a woman’s incoherently saying familiar words like "dame," and the creaking of the sofa legs.

Perhaps due to the alcohol effect, as Fujiwara Reya listened, his heart started racing.

At this moment, a soft, squishy thing touched his lips, and he heard Kawashima Miki say, "This is a raw oyster, very nourishing."

Fujiwara Reya opened his mouth and ate it.

After chewing for a few seconds, he swallowed it along with a fishy taste down his stomach.

"How does it feel?" Kawashima Miki asked.

"Not quite used to it..." Fujiwara Reya opened his eyes, uncomfortably shifting his body, "Let’s get down to business; this is wasting too much time."

Kawashima Miki covered her mouth with a laugh: "Isn’t this the business?"

What kind of business is this?

Fujiwara Reya opened his mouth, just about to speak.

"Have another one."

Kawashima Miki picked up another raw oyster and pushed it into his mouth.

After Fujiwara Reya swallowed the second one, she picked up the third oyster, squeezed some lemon juice on it, then brought it to his mouth again, softly saying, "Don’t rush to bite down."

Fujiwara Reya opened his mouth, waiting for her to feed him.

"Savor the texture carefully, imagine it as someone you like." Kawashima Miki used one finger to gently tap on his heart, while the other hand holding the oyster, twisting it inside his mouth.

Feeling the tender oyster rub against his mouth, Fujiwara Reya experienced an unprecedented odd feeling.

"Right now," Kawashima Miki released her fingers, "swallow it all at once!"

The slippery oyster meat slid down his esophagus in an instant.

"Gulp~"

Fujiwara Reya hadn’t even reacted; it was already in his stomach.

"How is it?" Kawashima Miki extended a hand, intentionally or unintentionally brushing against his hand resting on his knee, "The little wizard is the first to receive my personal service; won’t you comment on how it feels?"

"Hard to say..."

Fujiwara Reya shook his head, speechless.

"Hmm?" Kawashima Miki adorably tilted her head, uttering a coquettish sound.

She didn’t press on but chose to slow down temporarily; while Fujiwara Reya slowly regained his steady breathing, she got up and paced back and forth in front of the sofa.

Still with such a straight back, such graceful steps. Without shoes, her stockings directly touched the carpet without a sound. A few minutes later, she returned quietly to the sofa, and Fujiwara Reya immediately felt her solid mass and weight, involuntarily tensing up his entire body.

Slowly succumb here... Kawashima Miki thought triumphantly, preparing to launch another attack.