Chapter 337: 138. The Fight Under the Table and Time Management_3
But her cheeks still flushed uncontrollably.
Unlike Mrs. Kasahara’s noble allure, her blushing carried less of a cool elegance and more of a delicate charm. Like a bellflower trembling in a gale—fragile and captivating.
Tonight, Mrs. Hoshimi is so alluring... Fujiwara Reya found it quite unbelievable.
My Yako is just too cute... Mrs. Kasahara playfully reached both her legs out and used her toes to pinch and remove her friend’s white socks. No matter how mischievous she was under the table, she pretended to be serious and lectured her daughter without missing a beat.
"Eat some vegetables, why are you only eating fruit? You refused to have dinner before coming, and now you’re stuffing yourself with fruit. What if your stomach gets upset..."
"It’s too hot to have an appetite—"
Kasahara Asuka hugged the fruit platter to her chest, her mouth completely stuffed.
"No more eating!" Mrs. Kasahara snatched the fruit platter away.
Kasahara Asuka initially wanted to grab the platter back, but as soon as Mrs. Kasahara’s hand reached her lips, she let out a "mmph" and covered her mouth, cheeks puffed out, chewing vigorously. Mrs. Kasahara’s hand could only pat her cheek exasperatedly: "Don’t swallow the seeds."
"Got it, Mom... oh no, Grandma Kasahara!"
Mrs. Kasahara laughed and tidied her daughter’s hair, sighing, "I shouldn’t have given birth to you in the first place."
"Hehe, without such an adorable Asuka, it’s your loss, Mom!" Kasahara Asuka reached out to grab the fruit platter again, only to be smacked away by Mrs. Kasahara.
Mrs. Hoshimi’s face turned bright red, her head almost buried under the table.
"Mom, are you feeling unwell?" Hoshimi Rinko asked worriedly.
"Oh, it’s nothing." Mrs. Hoshimi raised her flushed face, exhaled, "I had a bit to drink earlier and I’m not that great with alcohol."
Fujiwara Reya looked over at her.
Her appearance indeed suggested she couldn’t handle her drink, with cheeks and chest slightly flushed, a dreamy mist in her intoxicated eyes. But she looked so lovely like this, he couldn’t look away for the moment.
Mrs. Kasahara, while massaging her friend’s foot, jokingly said, "Fujiwara, why are you staring at my Yako? Look, Yako’s face is all red."
"Exactly!" Taking this chance, Mrs. Hoshimi glared at Fujiwara Reya.
That angry, shy look clearly warned him not to mess around, at least not with so many eyes watching.
However, completely unaware of what was going on, Fujiwara Reya just found her tipsy appearance especially enchanting and cheerfully said, "Her eyes half-drunk like peach blossoms, the drunken look is truly a myriad of charms."
"...You!" Mrs. Hoshimi tensed her brows, her eyelids quivering. At this moment, she couldn’t care anymore, bracing both hands on the table to stand up, "I’ll take a walk outside."
Mrs. Kasahara hastily pulled back her legs.
"Ah..." Mrs. Hoshimi stumbled forward, her upper body dipping down.
"Careful." Hoshimi Rinko reached out to steady her.
Mrs. Hoshimi’s gaze landed under the table.
Mrs. Kasahara’s legs had been quickly retracted, but the removed white sock was right in front of her knee.
"Himeko—" Mrs. Hoshimi took a deep breath.
"Ugh, annoying!" Instantly realizing she was exposed, Mrs. Kasahara covered her face with both hands, grumbling as if caught doing something wrong.
"What’s going on with you guys?" Fujiwara Reya looked clueless.
"Get out!" Mrs. Hoshimi, nearly fuming with her friend, glared at Fujiwara Reya, "Take these two out, I have some matters to settle with Himeko!"
Her voice was especially exasperated and seductive when angry.
Fujiwara Reya wanted to stay and watch them argue, but Hoshimi Rinko and Kasahara Asuka flanked him and pushed him out of the VIP area.
Under the starlit sky and campfire glow, the three of them walked down a slope to the main stage. The third round of fireworks was about to start, and the plaza was so crowded it was almost impossible to move. About a third of the people present wore masks, making it hard to see faces.
"What do you want to play?" Fujiwara Reya asked as he walked.
"I want to play alone with Senpai." Kasahara Asuka’s tone was straightforward.
"...And you, Senior?"
"I want Junior to disappear."
"..."
Fujiwara Reya decided not to ask them anymore.
As the head of the household, he needed to show some decisiveness.
In the nighttime, the bonfire highlighted the silhouettes of passersby, with various food stalls and street performers scattered around the stage. The sounds coming from the flickering flames made the atmosphere lively. Children formed circles to watch toy cars race in oval tracks, while nearby parents debated whether to buy their kids a 1,200 yen toy car one after another.
Passing by a barbecue stall, the skewer-filled grill attracted attention.
The two young ladies didn’t eat.
Next was a shooting stall, and Fujiwara Reya’s hands itched to try.
The two young ladies were uninterested in the prizes.
With a bang, the third round of fireworks shot into the sky. Kasahara Asuka held onto Fujiwara Reya’s sleeve as they moved forward, occasionally stumbling and bumping her head against his back.
Passing by a mask stall, Junior was drawn in.
"Senpai—"
"What?"
"Masks!"
"Don’t we already have some at home?"
"I want new ones—"
"And you, Senior?"
Hoshimi Rinko glanced at the mask stall, her expression disdainful: "They’re not well-crafted, and they don’t look good."
"That’s great, so Senpai and I will wear them." Kasahara Asuka giggled, grabbing Fujiwara Reya and running over.
"..." Hoshimi Rinko’s expression shifted, biting her lip as she followed. A minute later, she found herself wearing a white fox mask placed on her by Fujiwara Reya, matching Kasahara Asuka’s. Meanwhile, Fujiwara Reya chose a tengu mask for himself.