Chapter 365: 145. Swimsuit Feast_2
"You... ugh... let go!"
Ignoring her struggles, Fujiwara Reya placed her on the dressing table, spreading her legs so she sat flat on the surface.
"...You bastard!" Kawashima Miki covered her face, her body softening as she allowed him to kiss her.
A rush of air disturbed from behind.
The Snow Woman, wrapped in frost, drifted inside.
With sapphire-like eyes, she curiously surveyed her master.
"...Ugh, Fujiwara!" Kawashima Miki’s body froze for a moment, whimpering, "Snow Treasure is here, let me go first..."
Ever since she assumed the role of the mistress, she forbade Fujiwara Reya from touching the two little ones, taking care of them like a godmother... Now, she wouldn’t let the small ones touch them, yet here she was caught red-handed sneaking a taste herself, how embarrassing...
"Snow Treasure, don’t look!" Fujiwara Reya instructed.
Snow Woman reluctantly turned her face away.
"...Ugh!" The skin on Kawashima Miki’s neck turned red like the sunset’s afterglow.
She tightly covered her face, not daring to let anyone see her current expression.
Fujiwara Reya thought she must be more beautiful than ever now.
But with her face covered, he could only see her eyebrows tightly knitted in agony, her lips slightly parted as she gasped for air.
The strange sight startled the innocent Snow Treasure.
Fujiwara Reya opened the bathroom window.
The sea breeze blew in; Kawashima Miki’s eyelids trembled slightly, blushing from cheeks to chest, her dazed look an achievement.
Snow Woman drifted over, observing Kawashima Miki’s expression for a long while.
"..." Kawashima Miki instinctively avoided her gaze.
"Feeling okay?" Fujiwara Reya asked.
The question was purely superfluous, her reaction earlier could not have been more obvious... Kawashima Miki turned her head, glaring fiercely at him, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
The answer was obviously yes, but Miss Miki was too ashamed to say it, a bit of defiance at play too.
"Alright, now it’s my turn." Fujiwara Reya settled himself onto the dressing table.
"..." Kawashima Miki lightly bit her lower lip with her neat teeth.
After hesitating for a few seconds, she barely audibly hummed a response.
Snow Woman floated over to the dressing table, tilting her head to observe her master.
She wore the same blue and white dress, cinched at the waist with a belt, highlighting her graceful figure. In the midst of summer, her naturally fair skin seemed as if frozen, exuding a faint chill.
Fujiwara Reya, not wanting to set a bad example for the child, pulled her upper body closer and whispered in her ear.
"Remember to forget what you just saw."
Snow Woman blinked her bright blue eyes.
She didn’t understand those things, only slightly shaking her head.
Underneath her silver-white hair that covered her ears, her small ears appeared as distant scenes. Moist, vibrant, and gleaming like ice crystals.
"A Snow Treasure who listens to her master is a good Snow Treasure." Fujiwara Reya gently patted her cool back, inhaling the cool scent from her hair, "Just like Miki mom, becoming more obedient."
Kawashima Miki, incensed, bit him hard.
"Tsss—" Fujiwara Reya sucked in a sharp breath from the pain.
Snow Woman pointed at Kawashima Miki.
That puzzled look in her eyes seemed to say, "She bit you, is she still a good Shikigami?"
"No looking." Fujiwara Reya once again turned her head back.
Snow Woman pouted, expressing her grievance.
But Snow Treasure was always the best-behaved; her slight dissatisfaction quickly dissipated, and she quietly leaned on her master’s shoulder, enjoying an embrace she hadn’t experienced in over a month. Snow Treasure’s inner world was as pure as her outward appearance; as long as she could be by her master’s side and have ice pops every day, that was her all.
Time slipped away quietly.
Over half an hour later, Kawashima Miki stood up, using a towel to wipe her face.
The beauty with a classic charm lowered her head gently, her nimble fingers grasping a towel to softly wipe her face. She revealed a slight smile, like a skillful maiden from ancient times finely inspecting her handiwork after finishing embroidery.
"Want to rest in the room for a while?" Fujiwara Reya asked considerately.
Kawashima Miki shook her head slightly, her shoulders trembling a little.
Her cheeks were still flushed, imbued with a sense of weary fatigue. Fujiwara Reya shifted to the right, letting her sit on the dressing table to rest, then naturally wrapped his right arm around her shoulders.
The sea waves continuously surged in through the window, the waves stirred behind the yacht like an elegant trailing gown.
At this moment, Kawashima Miki seemed as docile as a puppy.
Fujiwara Reya felt as if he were soaking in a hot spring scattered with red rose petals, the water temperature surprisingly high, the warmth all-enveloping and very comforting. The water was shallow, just reaching his neck. The subtle, sweet rose fragrance, combined with the warm bath, offered him an almost out-of-body comfort.
"Do you like it?" Fujiwara Reya asked.
This question was also unnecessary... Kawashima Miki impatiently pushed against his shoulder.
As the chaste Empress, if she didn’t like it, she wouldn’t have done such a shameful thing; the fool asked knowing the answer.
"Do you really like it or not?" Fujiwara Reya pursued.
This time, Kawashima Miki glanced sideways at him and quickly replied, "Don’t like it."
Her tone was very tsundere.
"Dishonest words." Fujiwara Reya stared at her face.
"..." Kawashima Miki secretly cursed him, her small hand twisting his waist hard, "I seem to have fallen into your trap!"
"Where!" Fujiwara Reya gritted his teeth against the pain, "I was the one who fell into your trap. From the start, it was you setting me up! Now not only is the place yours, but even my body is yours..."