This forced Kamiyagawa to reaffirm thoroughly.
"Our Ghost Tribe wants to have a child with you, is that hard to understand?"
"No, it's just that your sudden statement is difficult for one to accept immediately."
"What's so hard to accept?"
The Ghost of Rashomon's tone shifted from playful to alluring, electrifying to the core.
"Oh. So, are you suggesting now? Here?"
Kamiya was not an inexperienced youngster.
His words were well-matched.
Who knows what Ibaraki was scheming now, but as for her provocations, I've countered them completely.
The Ghost of Rashomon licked her luscious lips with her pink tongue tip: "If you agree, it's not impossible."
Subsequently, both the person and the ghost laughed heartily.
But soon, blood-red mist began to disperse around one of them faintly; while for the other, a black python slithered from the dark corner of the shrine.
Kamiya shrugged easily: "I don't recall you being infatuated enough with me to bear a child."
