"Sigh~"
A refreshing evening breeze blew in from the distance, slipped through the window, and caressed the two demons.
Feeling much cooler, Kawashima Miki took the opportunity to catch her breath, raising a sleeve to wipe the sweat from her forehead. In the dim light of the floor lamp, the dust stirred by the wind danced around her like fine powder.
After resting for a few seconds, she bent down again, her icy fingers gliding over Fujiwara Reya's scorching skin.
With every knead of her fingers, his muscles twisted and stretched to the limit, then quietly absorbed the nourishing oil.
This method greatly benefited his body; originally, she shouldn't have used it on him.
But Kawashima Miki could no longer care about such matters, she only wanted Fujiwara Reya to suffer. As long as she saw him trembling in pain, she felt comforted, paying no mind to the possibility that she might be indirectly increasing the enemy's strength.
