Mikura was stunned. She hadn't expected Ayanokoji Kiyotaka to admit it so straightforwardly.
Unrestricted Assembly… How could he utter such a filthy word!
But soon, Mikura's face flushed crimson as she rebuked Ayanokoji: "How dare you! How can you speak of such lewd topics in front of Senior Juraku!"
While rebuking Ayanokoji, Mikura also felt disappointed in him—so he would take advantage whenever he could, as long as it was a girl, anyone would do…
But to her surprise, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka countered with a puzzled expression: "Where were the words I just said lewd?"
"You clearly said 'Unrestricted Assembly,' and you still don't want to admit it…!"
Mikura's eyes widened. Is this guy really that thick-skinned?! He's denying what he just said!
"Are you misunderstanding something? The 'Unrestricted Assembly' I referred to is a grand almsgiving ceremony for monks and laypeople in Buddhism.
It's a very solemn Buddhist ritual, a way to build good karma, where all guests are treated equally regardless of status, monastic or secular, wisdom or foolishness, good or evil, without any thresholds for offering alms to monks and for comminicate activities."
"This is clearly a very sacred thing, how is it dirty?" Ayanokoji Kiyotaka tilted his head, looking puzzled.
Then, he showed an ambiguous smile: "Oh… I understand. Mikura, you must have misunderstood, thinking that 'Unrestricted Assembly' refers to a party without clothes, right? Who exactly is the one with a dirty mind then…"
I'm not, I didn't! It was Ayanokoji Kiyotaka whose words were ambiguous to begin with, it's not that my mind is dirty!
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka placed a hand on Mikura's shoulder, deliberately sighing: "Mikura, you are Senior Juraku's secretary, yet you don't even know such an allusion and instead thought of something vulgar. How can you properly assist Senior Juraku like this?"
This guy deliberately made her misunderstand, and now he's turning the tables!
Mikura's face was flushed—not from shyness, but from anger.
Mikura looked at Ayanokoji, her lips trembling, silent. Then, she showed a gentle smile, extended both hands to grasp Ayanokoji's hand on her shoulder, and then opened her mouth—
"Ouch… that hurts! Mikura, are you a dog? Why are you biting people?! Just talk, don't bite!" Ayanokoji Kiyotaka cried out in pain.
In her haste, Mikura awakened her animalistic instincts and bit Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's finger fiercely with her pearly white teeth!
The hand Ayanokoji Kiyotaka was bitten on was his left hand, the same hand that was injured a few days ago during the "Quick Knife Finger Stab" game.
This morning, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka had just had the bandage removed with Kurume's help, but unexpectedly, his hand was bitten again in the afternoon.
Although Ayanokoji Kiyotaka could forcibly shake Mikura off, he was concerned about hurting Mikura's jaw if he used too much force, and secondly, the wound on his hand had just healed, and too much movement could tear the wound open again.
So Ayanokoji did not act rashly, letting Mikura continue to bite his finger.
"Mikura, I got carried away. Please be generous and let me off… Could you bite a little lighter? It's very sensitive here, and if you use too much force, it could easily spray out!"
—Don't get the wrong idea, it refers to blood.
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka screamed and begged for mercy, but Mikura still didn't let go, silently asserting her will with her embarrassed and angry gaze.
In fact, although he cried out in pain, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka didn't feel much pain.
The initial bite Mikura delivered with anger was forceful, and Ayanokoji's first scream came from that. But after that, although her teeth still applied pressure, the force was far less than at the beginning, and Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's endurance could completely bear it.
It seemed Ayanokoji's cries of pain genuinely made Mikura think she was biting very hard. Although she really wanted to let go, she still didn't want to easily let Ayanokoji off, wanting him to learn a lesson.
Her teeth were still biting Ayanokoji's finger, but she quietly began to use her tongue, letting the soft tongue circle and lick around the finger.
This mixture of pain, numbness, and itching made Ayanokoji Kiyotaka not only feel no pain but also a tingling sensation of pleasure.
At this moment, Ayanokoji looked down at Mikura, who was biting his finger. The anger in her eyes had, at some point, melted into a tender affection tinged with spring. Her biting his finger, her cheeks puffed out, also carried a hint of innocent purity, and even a touch of seductiveness.
This is bad, I can't let her keep biting… Ayanokoji thought, sensing danger.
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka felt that if he continued to let her bite him, his finger might not be the problem, but other parts of him might be.
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka glanced at Sachiko Juraku out of the corner of his eye. She seemed to find this scene amusing, propping her head up and watching with great interest.
From her angle, she couldn't see Mikura's expression, which gave Ayanokoji Kiyotaka a thrill of illicit excitement—playing with someone's pet in front of their owner, what kind of cuckold scenario is this!
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka tried his best to maintain a serious face: "Mikura, you've calmed down, haven't you? Can you let go of my finger now?"
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka cautiously sought Mikura's opinion. She also seemed to feel that what she was doing was inappropriate, and her face turned an unnatural shade of red—this time, it was likely from shyness.
Although she didn't speak, the pressure of her bite on Ayanokoji's finger was practically nonexistent; she merely kept her teeth closed, and Ayanokoji could pull free whenever he wished.
Mikura's silence was more eloquent than words. Ayanokoji Kiyotaka gently withdrew his finger from her mouth.
With a soft 'pop,' Ayanokoji's finger smoothly slid out from between her teeth, moving from a warm chamber to the freely moving outside world.
His finger still had some mucus on it. Ayanokoji instinctively pinched it, and this warm, moist liquid made him think of something else, something not so good.
No, I can't think about it anymore...
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka quickly used his free right hand to materialize a packet of wet wipes from his mailbox into his pocket. He pulled out a wipe to clean the mucus from his finger, then pulled out another and naturally reached out to wipe Mikura's mouth.
It was as if he were cleaning up her 'post-meal' remnants.
Mikura was stunned at first, but then, blushing, she hastily snatched the wet wipe from Ayanokoji's hand.
"Let me handle it myself, get away from me!" Mikura angrily scolded Ayanokoji, "I haven't forgiven you yet!"
Mikura's mind was in a complete mess at this moment.
Her rationality had evaporated the moment she opened her mouth and bit Ayanokoji's finger; she couldn't imagine herself doing such a bold thing.
And, she even used her tongue like that...
After the initial blush and racing heart, Mikura was quickly overcome with guilt, guilt towards Sachiko Juraku.
How could she do such a thing in front of Senior Juraku? Wasn't she 'betraying' Senior Juraku?
Mikura condemned herself inwardly, her mind in chaos, completely forgetting what she had initially wanted to question Ayanokoji Kiyotaka about.
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