Chapter 535: 186. Aunt’s Boat Ticket_3
In the dim room, Kawashima Miki sat in Fujiwara Reya’s lap, her body gently swaying. Her lotus-like legs were wrapped in black silk, and a piece of red lace cloth hung from her left ankle, swinging continuously...
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"Ah~"
"My love has gone south with the wind~"
Early the next morning, Fujiwara Reya hummed a song by Matsuda Seiko as he rode his Honda Cub towards his second home in Tokyo.
Tokyo Grand Shrine, known for granting love and relationship wishes, was crowded with visitors seeking fortunes.
The eaves of the worship hall extended outward, and light smoke curled from the incense inside, occasionally dispersed by the cold wind; in front of the hall stood a tall ginkgo tree, its leaves swaying with the wind. A junior, dressed in a shrine maiden costume, was absentmindedly counting something.
The clear autumn sunlight shone down, highlighting her long orange hair.
Kasahara Fumi, who was off duty today, moved a deck chair to sit beside her sister, reading "The Tale of the Heike" to her.
"The Genji warriors had already boarded the Heike’s warships, and the oarsmen and helmsmen were shot or slain before they could turn the ships around, their bodies sinking to the bottom. Lord Tomomori of the New Councillor, boarded a small boat to the Emperor’s ship... The men of the Eastern Country, truly remarkable, behold them!"
When Fujiwara Reya walked over, her reciting voice stopped.
"Why not continue?" he asked.
Kasahara Fumi said flatly, "I’m thirsty."
Her gaze lingered on her sister and husband for a moment, then she deliberately put on a frosty expression. This kind of cold demeanor would scare many people away, but Fujiwara Reya found it charming.
Kasahara Asuka’s suspicious gaze also darted between her sister and her senior.
Coincidentally, there was a couple holding a Shinto-style wedding in the shrine, and Kasahara Fumi, fearing being discovered, covered her face with the book and leaned back on the chair, eyes closed, pretending to rest.
Fujiwara Reya brought over a small stool, squeezed in to sit between the two sisters, and his first words were, "Asuka in the White Pure wedding attire would surely be as beautiful as her sister."
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Kasahara Fumi’s heart skipped a beat.
"Senior has seen it?" Kasahara Asuka squinted her eyes.
Fujiwara Reya extended his hand, wrapped around the shrine maiden costume, and pulled the slim, soft body of the junior into his embrace, whispering in her ear, "In my dream, I married both you and your sister."
With her face covered by the book, Kasahara Fumi let out a slight sigh of relief.
Kasahara Asuka struggled twice, trying to push him away.
Fujiwara Reya didn’t loosen his grip.
"I’m not marrying you," Kasahara Asuka said brusquely in his arms, then reached out to pat her sister’s leg, "Sister, you too, quickly tell him, you’re not marrying either."
I am already married... Kasahara Fumi put the book down reluctantly, giving Fujiwara Reya a warning look with eyes like a rusty refrigerator.
Fujiwara Reya let out a smug laugh.
The younger sister punched his chest, while the older sister’s foot nudged his back. He kissed the younger sister’s cotton-candy-soft cheek, then turned to hold the older sister’s legs in his arms, greedily sniffing the scent.
"Hmph!"
The younger sister puffed her cheeks and turned her face away.
"Mmm!"
The older sister awkwardly pulled her foot back.
What an adorable pair of sisters.
The elder’s cold beauty and the younger’s quirky personality, both are so captivating.
Fujiwara Reya felt some regret.
This cruise trip, he could only bring along the older sister.
But in a way, this is also a blessing, as too many people would make a chaotic scene unavoidable. With three wives plus a little aunt hiding in the shadows, it’s enough to give Fujiwara Reya a headache. If the junior, senior, and two directors had all come, he shouldn’t consider a honeymoon but rather think about jumping a ship for survival.
As he was thinking this.
Mrs. Kasahara and Mrs. Hoshimi each received cruise tickets sent by the Natsuki Consortium.