Kawashima Miki furrowed her brows tightly, her eyelashes trembling.
Her stunningly beautiful face, expressing neither joy nor pain, was utterly enchanting.
On the surface, Mrs. Miki exuded an alluring and elegant demeanor; behind closed doors, she leaned towards a pure beauty. She always held a bit of reserve at the start, gradually becoming more entranced as things progressed. It was precisely because she was so adorable and charming that she brought Fujiwara Reya an unparalleled sense of achievement and satisfaction.
Fujiwara Reya paused and pressed his lips against hers, unmoving.
Kissed on the lips, Kawashima Miki seemed to have reached the limit of her impatience, struggling to utter, "Why are you teasing me again, hurry up..."
Her voice was part pleading, part playful.
The boiling sensations made her oval face show signs of distressed agitation.
