The wet dress clung to her body, she held the hem with one hand while occasionally flicking water toward Fujiwara Reya's feet with her toes.
They didn't return to their room and instead slipped into a storage room along the way.
The damp air wafted over from the filthy clutter.
The door was unlocked, Kawashima Miki sat on a table with one foot propping the door ajar, her other foot wore one high heel, while the other shoe lay on the dusty floor. The curve of the leather toe cap was as smooth as some part of her body.
The thunder and lightning grew wilder.
The heat steamed up inside the storage room, and both of them were drenched in sweat.
Kawashima Miki's dark curly hair hung down her back, her bare arms were exceptionally slender.
"You bastard," she panted and cursed, "you're really agile!"
"Don't move, Madam." Fujiwara Reya said.
"You're something else, no wonder you're such a Tengu."
"You're no different, your body is quite demanding. No wonder you're a spider!"
