Son of a bitch!
Kawashima Miki bit her lower lip, her breathing growing increasingly rapid.
The pair of sheer silk stockings was carefully chosen by her, the material delicate, smooth, and soft, with excellent transparency and breathability. Worn on her legs, the surface carried a slight matte sheen, exuding an elegant and noble aura that perfectly complemented her disposition.
The unfolding of events tonight was progressing just as she anticipated when she donned the stockings; Fujiwara Reya was indeed enamored by her allure.
However, his sudden touch, such a bold move, greatly exceeded Kawashima Miki's expectations.
Logically, he should be dazed and follow her every command... why did he take the initiative to touch?
Kawashima Miki wasn't wrong; Fujiwara Reya indeed was slightly affected.
