Chapter 341: 139. Fox Kuri and Spider Miki_3
The clamor outside continued, while inside the compartment, there was barely enough space. Even with Kasahara Fumi watching, Natsuki Kuri did her own thing without any reservations; the flickering candlelight shrouded the room in a soft haze, and the sound of silk rubbing against itself as she untied her belt, was akin to the cry of a living creature.
After unbuttoning her clothes, Natsuki Kuri sat on Fujiwara Reya’s lap.
"Here’s a little treat for you." With that, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
The thin yukata encircled their bodies, like a greenhouse filled with warmth. Fujiwara Reya felt himself sweating all over, the aroma of the sweat permeating the air around them with a fragrant scent. After a long kiss, Natsuki Kuri, brimming with satisfaction and sweetness, snuggled in his embrace.
The atmosphere was tranquil and comfortable.
Kasahara Fumi watched them for a while and then turned her gaze outside.
The entire sky was pitch black, except for the mountains aglow with blazing red bonfires. Viewed from above, the scenery was indescribably solemn and magnificent. The flickering bonfires illuminated the shadowy leaves, creating a mysterious and enchanting visual effect. Besides her, no one knew that in this cramped compartment, the young man was about to be devoured soon.
"Finally mine." Natsuki Kuri closed her eyes with pleasure, listening to his heartbeat.
Her voice was languid from the just-ended kiss. Sweating profusely, a strand of disheveled hair stuck to her cheek, her eyes more alluring than before, exuding a strong sense of springtime romance.
"Feels so strange..." Fujiwara Reya tightened his hold on her, "What’s happening with you? You’re much better than before."
"There’s a lot you don’t know." Leaning against his solid shoulder, Natsuki Kuri said lazily, "Give yourself some time to prepare, when you meet my little aunt, you’ll have to address her as Her Majesty, Queen."
"Queen?"
"Queen compatible with Koriya."
Upon finishing her sentence, Natsuki Kuri kissed his body, her long hair falling onto his abdomen.
Fujiwara Reya savored the sensation, contemplating the changes.
Compared to before, he found it harder to restrain himself in front of Natsuki Kuri, which certainly wasn’t his problem; the issue seemed to lie with her alone. Similarly, Natsuki Kuri appeared more enticing and assertive. Previously, she had always been passive in this regard. She wouldn’t even allow a touch without expressing resistance, let alone a kiss.
Yet today, for some unknown reason, Natsuki Kuri seemed proactive in seeking out.
What exactly happened?
Fujiwara Reya was perplexed.
Beneath his heart, a buried feeling suddenly surged, causing him to dismiss his doubts and fully indulge in the moment.
Strange women, lovely in solitude... Fujiwara Reya opened his eyes, reaching around her back to unhook the clasp.
There was no clasp.
"At the front," Natsuki Kuri said indistinctly.
Click.
Fujiwara Reya grew more adept at unhooking.
The touch of her delicate skin, thinner than a butterfly’s emerging cocoon, appeared as if it were thinly painted and half-dried, transparent and pink. The refreshing sea breeze, festive clamor, and bright moonlight, as if their soul trembled more than ever.
"Hmm?" Then, Natsuki Kuri reacted, uttering a rejecting "No—"
However, more than refusal, it was evidently encouraging him, urging him not to retreat halfway.
What Fujiwara Reya saw was a woman without the slightest shame, immersed in happiness, secure in her pleasures. Her slightly parted lips revealed sharp white teeth, new furry ears atop her head.
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Ears?
Fujiwara Reya awoke with a start.
"What’s happening here?" He grabbed Natsuki Kuri’s shoulders and asked.
Getting too excited, he momentarily failed to control his strength, and suddenly, Natsuki Kuri sensed something tightening her whole body, an entity seething with lingering anger.
Kasahara Fumi’s pupils contracted slightly.
At that instant, a crow’s caw echoed through the night’s sky.
Soon after, countless wild birds emitted ferocious cries and flew out of their nests, whizzing through the night from distant mountain ridges. The nocturnal air vibrated with the screams of wild boars and bears. Packs of wild dogs howled unpleasantly as they passed through sparse woods. Many people raised their heads, the sounds like invisible distant thunders, as cicadas and fireflies took flight, the pale glow resembling lost souls wandering restlessly in the darkness.
The darkness of the summer night deepened.
Reflections of bonfires flickered on the cups, appearing like blazing sparks.
This must be the anger of the Mountain God... Kasahara Fumi observed outside the window, where thousands of fireflies flitted about, leaving distinctly bright trails.
In a nearby compartment, the two presidents who had been playing suddenly lifted their heads. But a moment later, the forest regained its calm, all phenomena vanished, and only the wind passed by. In the dark, beech leaves brushed against each other.
"Did we get too carried away?"
"...Maybe."
The two disheveled ladies exchanged a look, expressions serious and puzzled.
In this compartment, Natsuki Kuri furrowed her brows, about to burst into tears: "What are you showing off for—"
"Sorry, I..." Fujiwara Reya opened his mouth, unable to speak. In silence, he continuously touched her ears and tail, feeling their undeniable reality, his mood growing increasingly heavy.
Natsuki Kuri said nothing, her gaze filled with reproach as she stared at him.