CHAPTER 86: 74. MADAM, DON’T YOU WANT TO... (ASKING FOR THE FIRST SUBSCRIPTION)_3

"It won’t take long, just enough to warm up and open the pores on your skin so the essential oil can be absorbed more quickly," Kawashima Miki replied, then continued to squat in front of the small basin, scooping up the essential oil with her hand and adjusting its viscosity.

The sound of her small hands striking the essential oil was like the ocean waves crashing against the rocks on the shore.

Fujiwara Reya listened to the sound, mistily reminded of the seagulls over the Seto Inland Sea.

When he was young, he lived in Shikoku for a while, which was like his second hometown in Japan.

Emperor Shodokan was Shirahane Sagami-bo Great Tengu, and White Peak Mountain was in Shikoku. From the mountain top, one could see the Seto Bridge connecting Shikoku and Kyushu. Back then, as a little boy, he loved climbing to the top at sunset to watch the seagulls circling above the bridge, pecking at each other’s beaks.

Once the essential oil was adjusted, Kawashima Miki washed her hands and brought a wet towel to place on Fujiwara Reya’s forehead.

Seeing his expression immersed in distant memories, she couldn’t help but ask, "What are you daydreaming about?"

"Oh," Fujiwara Reya came back to his senses, smiling at her, "your movements just reminded me of the sea of my hometown."

"Smooth talker."

Kawashima Miki sneered, thinking he was just teasing her.

"Can you come out?"

"Let me check the time, seven minutes..."

"It’s so hot."

"Alright, come out now." Kawashima Miki opened the lid of the steam box and also lifted the front panel.

Fujiwara Reya crawled out from inside and stretched his body.

At that moment, both his back and abdomen, even the bottoms of his feet, were drenched, covered with the smell of sweat.

"Stand still, don’t move!" Kawashima Miki pre-warned him, then grabbed a clean towel to wipe the sweat off his whole body.

"Do you have experience, madam?" Fujiwara Reya asked her.

Kawashima Miki shook her head silently.

Smelling the scent of his sweat, she felt her nose itch, and a hint of redness quickly rose to her cheeks.

Through the towel, her small hands gently massaged his body, as Kawashima Miki thought, *This little boy’s physique, once undressed, was surprisingly brawny. His chest was broad, his abdomen firm, and his muscles were well-defined with no excess fat.*

At a glance or a touch, anyone could tell this body was one hundred percent healthy.

"Hey," Kawashima Miki suddenly asked curiously, "how do you maintain your figure?"

"Exercise," Fujiwara Reya’s gaze followed her face. "Monday through Friday, I go for a morning jog daily. On weekends, I swim a few laps at the community pool. Keeping it up year after year does the trick."

"And what do you eat?" Kawashima Miki asked again.

"Whatever I want," Fujiwara Reya replied. "Calories are just numbers. Eat what you like, no need to worry too much."

Kawashima Miki pouted in frustration. "But eating too much will make you gain weight."

"Why do you work out so hard?"

"To maintain my figure."

"And after maintaining your figure?"

"I can gorge on meat."

"See, that’s it," Fujiwara Reya spoke in an adult-like tone to her, "the ultimate goal of hard exercise is to be able to gorge on meat. So why not eat meat first and then work out hard?"

"..."

Kawashima Miki found herself momentarily unable to argue back.

*Looking dazed, with a bit of a girlish naivety, Fujiwara Reya amusingly watched her. Her oval face, large eyes, delicate nose, and seductive red lips glistened with a light sheen of sweat that exuded a sweet fragrance like a rose in autumn.*

With him staring at her like that, the emotions Kawashima Miki had just managed to steady became unsettled again.

*With the sensing power of that Shikigami beforehand, she now felt as if her body had no secrets in front of this little boy. Just two seconds of his gaze seemed enough to strip her clothes away, leaving her utterly exposed.*

"Hey, what are you looking at?" Kawashima Miki chided, grabbing his arm to push him toward the massage chair. "Go lie down there properly, and stop letting your eyes wander. Otherwise, I won’t talk to you..."

Just as she finished speaking, she realized something was amiss and quickly closed her mouth.

"Sounds like a girlfriend acting coy," Fujiwara Reya teased, catching her slip.

"Bastard, shut up!" Kawashima Miki bit her lip, breathing heavily a few times, then pressed him hard onto the chair, glaring at him. "Believe it or not, I’ll finish you off right now?"

"Alright, I’ll listen to the madam." Fujiwara Reya wisely flashed a compliant smile.

"Bastard..."

Kawashima Miki trembled as she clenched her fists, resisting the urge to hit his face. She set the small basin of essential oil on a nearby stool.

"Turn over, with your back to me."

"Right away."

"Don’t make any weird sounds."

"Why?"

"Because, unlike you, I care about my dignity!"

"Madam, you..."

"Ah, it hurts!"

As soon as Kawashima Miki’s oil-covered hands touched Fujiwara Reya’s right shoulder, he immediately let out a terrible cry.

"What is this stuff?" Fujiwara Reya’s whole body trembled as he grimaced tightly.

Feeling the painful response from his body, Kawashima Miki was inwardly thrilled, relishing a sense of sweet revenge.

"This is a specially made essential oil, mainly used to invigorate muscles," she suppressed her laughter, speaking with a hint of pride. "Generally, when the oil penetrates the pores, there may be a slight burning sensation. Seeing how healthy you are, I increased the dosage. If you can’t bear it, you can beg for mercy."

"...You’re doing this for revenge!" Fujiwara Reya’s face contorted in pain.

"If you can’t take it, I’ll stop," Kawashima Miki maliciously chuckled, grabbing his right arm and giving it a sudden twist.

A muffled "crack" resounded.

"..."

Fujiwara Reya held his breath for a moment.

*For two seconds, his mind blanked out before his mouth opened to release a soul-piercing howl.*

"Aaaah—"

Without exaggeration, the pain nearly made his soul pop out of his body.

The more he screamed, the more vigorously Kawashima Miki worked him over, grabbing the other arm and twisting it just as hard, showing no mercy.

"Hiss~"

This time, Fujiwara Reya was prepared and didn’t cry out.

"Tch," Kawashima Miki smirked, mocking him, "you’re such a little wimp who cares about saving face."

Fujiwara Reya didn’t have the strength to retort at the moment.

*Let’s see how long you can endure...* Kawashima Miki thought spitefully as she began pinching his muscles from the back of his neck downward, putting his entire musculature through a hellish ordeal of pain.

It wasn’t just pinching, but hard slapping too.

Her hands were small, appearing soft and weak, yet were surprisingly powerful. She repeatedly slapped his back with force, driving that burning sensation-inducing special essential oil deep into his pores, torturing him over and over again.