Chapter 322: 134.6 women gathered together_4
"And yet senpai still claims to be just an ordinary person!"
"Just an ordinary person who knows a little about everything."
A sunny summer day, a joyful breakfast.
Both beautiful girls were ideal companions at the dining table, rich in topics and possessing a good sense of humor. The senior girl was pretty, graceful, and elegant, with an intellectual beauty and captivating table manners. The junior girl was full of life, exuding charm, with an innocent yet subtly seductive demeanor, and she would quietly slip her hand under senpai’s pants.
Just as breakfast was about to finish, the sound of a car engine came from outside.
A shiny black G-Class Mercedes parked in the courtyard, its body bathed in the sunlight’s brilliance, like a newly unwrapped product. Fujiwara Reya went to open the car door, and Natsuki Kuri poked her head out from the window: "In the car? Or on the bed?"
"I think it’s better if you leave now," Fujiwara Reya said helplessly, spreading his hands.
"My silly goose!" Natsuki Kuri was very happy, casting him a charming and affectionate glance, "The car is great, small space but lots of possibilities."
"Save it for next time!" Fujiwara Reya said as he opened the car door.
"Let’s save it for tonight!" Natsuki Kuri jumped out of the car quite unladylike. She wore a beige long-sleeve shirt, slim light green pencil pants, and a gold necklace that gleamed subtly around her neck. Her hairstyle was a slightly retro bob, with her pretty neck occasionally flashing as her hair swayed. She carried a deerskin handbag on her shoulder, and her shoes were white high heels, an effortlessly meticulous outfit.
"What are you here for?" Fujiwara Reya led her towards the windbreak.
"To see the women you’re keeping," Natsuki Kuri glanced at the two beauties among the trees, swinging her handbag to hit his shoulder, "Early in the morning, you didn’t do anything behind my back in the grove with the two of them, did you?"
"If there were such a thing, I’d definitely call you to join."
"Tsk tsk, you’re such a pervert!"
"Look who’s talking!"
"I learned it all from little Koriya."
"..."
When they returned to the windbreak, the two beauties had different expressions.
Hoshimi Rinko was somewhat fearless, while Kasahara Asuka was very wary. From this, it could be seen that the senior was adorably naive, and the junior was very shrewd.
"Oh—" Kasahara Asuka bit into her bread, her small eyes swirling as she looked at Natsuki Kuri, "Sister Kuri is so beautiful today, just like the bread in Asuka’s hand."
Next, she planned to say the bread would go bad by tomorrow, and so would Sister Kuri.
"Sister Kuri is beautiful every day!" Natsuki Kuri directly blocked her next sentence.
"Hello, Auntie." Hoshimi Rinko gracefully greeted.
This was her first formal meeting with Natsuki Kuri.
No matter the other’s attitude, the first step was to clarify the hierarchy between them.
"Hmm, hello Rinko." Natsuki Kuri slightly bent over, looked at her with interest, "Little Koriya often mentions you at night when sleeping with me. Indeed, you’re very cute. Oh, by the way, he likes to raise one of my legs from behind and talk about you."
"?"
The senior’s face turned green again.
Kasahara Asuka’s previously unhappy little face suddenly filled with laughter.
As the saying goes, losing first isn’t scary; as long as the next one loses worse, it doesn’t count as a loss.
"She’s lying!" Fujiwara Reya explained, both amused and pained.
Oh senpai... you can’t even handle a little devil, so don’t try to provoke a big devil, okay?
Natsuki Kuri’s gaze swept over the paintings on the easel, seemingly captivated as she said, "How beautiful, even more vivid than Rinko in reality."
Hoshimi Rinko’s face turned bad again.
"How could it be more vivid than senpai in real life!" Fujiwara Reya spoke with a headache.
"Eh, little Koriya, don’t be modest," Natsuki Kuri raised her hand, patting his shoulder with what seemed to be admiration, "Physically, a canvas is just a flat surface, but the painting must be depicted in 3D. You’re really good, able to paint a flat reality to look so three-dimensional, you surely put your own feelings into it, didn’t you?"
The flat reality... Hoshimi Rinko lowered her head, glancing at the flatness in front of her chest.
Then, she looked up, comparing it to the lovely curves beneath Natsuki Kuri’s fitted clothing, and for a moment, she felt the whole world was gray.
Auntie was too evil; she needed to find a chance to give her a beating... Fujiwara Reya picked up the brush, adding the final touches to the painting, then handed it to Hoshimi Rinko.
Looking at the painting, a special kind of light appeared in Hoshimi Rinko’s eyes: "This painting is telling a story, like a bird wanting to fly out of a small cage into the outside world."
"The artist wants to express emotions, entrusting that intense sentiment to the image," Fujiwara Reya replied.
Hoshimi Rinko looked up at him, smiling slightly: "I really don’t know what to say about you, sometimes so delicate, other times completely oblivious."
The senior’s smile was very elegant.
It was as if the thick clouds split open, and a ray of sunlight spilled out from there, illuminating the view in a brilliant scene—just such a smile.
"I know why he’s sometimes delicate, sometimes careless," Natsuki Kuri said, sitting on the sand, crossing her legs gracefully, "He always wanted to be like his father since he was young, so that’s naturally how he turned out."
"I heard his father was extraordinarily gentle," Hoshimi Rinko’s expression held some admiration.
"Yes, yes, his father was great!" Kasahara Asuka directly regarded herself as the daughter-in-law.
Fujiwara Reya’s scalp began to tingle.
"Uh, you missed the point," Natsuki Kuri, with her angelic beauty, stroked her smooth thighs with a malicious smile, "He wants to become a man with six wives like his father!"
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In an instant, the two girls turned their angry heads, their icy eyes staring straight at Fujiwara Reya.
"Paint, keep painting!" Fujiwara Reya said immediately, pulling the canvas in front of his face, "Asuka, please don’t move, it’s your turn now."
At that moment, the sound of a Maybach’s horn came from the entrance.
"I’ll go meet them!"
Fujiwara Reya immediately abandoned the canvas, running towards the entrance as fast as he could.
The Maybach drove into the yard, the car door opened, and Mrs. Kasahara and her eldest daughter got out of the car, while Mrs. Hoshimi also stepped out from the driver’s seat. Both ladies wore black mourning clothes, carrying small dark bags, with only golden pins pinned to the collars of the mourning clothes as noticeable accessories. Kasahara Fumi was dressed in her mother’s light blue dress, her feet in dark gray high heels. Closing the car door, she took off her sunglasses and placed them in her bag, her hair beautifully outlining gentle waves.
"What did you bring back?" Fujiwara Reya went forward to ask.
"Brought back custom mourning clothes for you all to wear. We’re going to a refurbished old temple for memorial service in the evening," Mrs. Kasahara casually handed him the bag containing the clothes, the motion casual as if treating family.
"Can the summer festival still go on as usual?" Fujiwara Reya asked.
"With the big sister on the job, of course there’s no problem!" Mrs. Kasahara said proudly like a schoolgirl.
Standing beside her, Fukaeri still had a cold face. The strange thing was, the two had vastly different temperaments when standing together. On the surface, they were a pair of tasteful mother and daughter from a prominent family, but Fujiwara Reya always felt they seemed more like a pair of close friends.
Of course, this might be due to Mrs. Kasahara’s youthful appearance.
Her way of speaking was very interesting, both stern and steady, yet also witty and playful; her face so beautiful it attracted glances, exuding grace and luxury. While the mother was gorgeously beautiful, the sister undeniably belonged to the category of beautiful women; but if the mother’s looks were about maintaining a delicate balance of things, then the sister’s beauty was about breaking that balance.
At least, that’s the impression Fujiwara Reya had from his observations.
Seeing her with Kasahara Fumi, the first thought that came to mind was that their appearances were completely different in every way. Looking from a slight distance, what was clear was an ever-present sister-like vibe, with no apparent connection in temperament.
"By the way, don’t be biased tonight, Fujiwara little brother," Mrs. Kasahara laughed, "You have to take good care of the daughter, but don’t neglect the mother either."
"I don’t have the ability to be in two places at once," Fujiwara Reya replied, looking innocent.
"Then we five women will cling to you tonight," the elegant and serene Mrs. Hoshimi said.
"It’s six women," Kasahara Fumi glanced at the large G-Class in the yard.
"Who’s that?" Mrs. Kasahara accurately caught the key point.
"My honorary aunt." Fujiwara Reya’s tone carried a sense of resigning to fate.
"Hmm?" Mrs. Kasahara looked at him with amusement, and her gaze had a special, malicious intent. After a few seconds, her palm gently extended, resting on Fujiwara Reya’s shoulder, "Take me to see."
Uh oh...
Are the two big devils going to meet—
As Fujiwara Reya walked towards the windbreak, he felt a tragic sense of going into fire and water.