The gentle and intimate voice reached her ears, it was the call of a beloved person, lingering long after hearing, unwilling to dissipate.
Kawashima Miki's neck bristled with goosebumps, as if something beautiful and delightful had entered her brain through her ear canal, seeping into the depths of her soul.
She dared to bet all her cosmetics on it.
Anyone who was rude or cold-hearted, upon hearing such a voice, would willingly submit to him...
"Madam," Fujiwara Reya urged again, holding her hand without letting go.
Kawashima Miki's hand was soft, with slender fingers.
The palm was warm, with a bit of sweat, feeling smooth and moist, probably due to nervousness.
Fujiwara Reya led her back to the massage chair, then he lay down face up, looking at her with anticipation.
