Chapter 352: 141. Natsuki Kuri, you have committed many misdeeds!_2
On the treetop, Fujiwara Reya felt a pang of heartache like an old father.
Asuka, be sensible, don’t waste the good intentions of me and your senpai... Speaking of which, the relationship between senpai and kouhai is pretty complex. If senpai is like a perpetually aloof cat, then kouhai is the fierce yet adorable stoat. Their families have been friends for generations, making them both rivals and close partners. Maybe if I put in some effort, they might become so close they’ll lie on the same bed like sisters.
"Did you understand what I said?"
"Ah, got it—"
"Your expression looks reluctant."
"It’s all because of that scumbag senpai, Asuka is so unhappy—"
"Let’s go find him."
"Find him and then hit him."
"Slow down, hold onto my sleeve, don’t get lost!"
The two beauties walked farther away, and Fujiwara Reya watched their backs as they left, casting profound respect towards the senpai. If he wasn’t being held back by women on either side now, he would certainly rush over and thank the senpai.
"Stop staring!" Kawashima Miki forcefully patted his back.
Natsuki Kuri bent down slightly, looking up at his face: "Isn’t having two enough for you? Do you mean that I should call them back right now?"
"No!" Fujiwara Reya quickly snapped his gaze back to the front.
"Aunt?" Kawashima Miki’s expression suddenly changed.
Finally realizing, a thin blush of anger appeared on her cheeks as she glared at Natsuki Kuri: "You are the aunt?"
"Oh, didn’t Koriya tell you?" Natsuki Kuri stuck out her tongue, an amused and mischievous smile appeared at the corner of her mouth as she teased, "Sorry, I thought he had confessed everything to you earlier. Seems like you’re easier to fool, he didn’t even want to tell you about this."
Natsuki Kuri, you’re asking for a beating... Fujiwara Reya roared internally.
If I keep letting her go on like this, maybe there really won’t be a harem anymore... He pondered to himself, maybe I should just take them both down on the night of the Mountain God festival, the wife and the aunt together.
"Fujiwara Reya, what else do you have to say for yourself!" Kawashima Miki’s eyes were filled with anger, glaring at him.
"Okay, okay, my bad..." Fujiwara Reya couldn’t play innocent anymore, raising his hands in surrender, "The Fox Girl and Aunt are the same person, right? I thought revealing one identity was enough, it’s a confession after all. If you’re mad about this, um, should we kiss again, hehe..."
"Kiss your head!" Kawashima Miki bit her lip, trying hard to suppress her anger.
She glared at him with gloomy eyes, then looked away coldly, showing that she wouldn’t pay attention to him anymore.
"Do I have to coax you again? Don’t be so petty..." Fujiwara Reya tugged at her clothes and then wrapped his arms around her waist, "Miss Miki? Empress? My chief priestess? Mountain God’s wife... Say something... If you keep quiet, I’m gonna kneel to you."
Regardless of how many times he called out, Kawashima Miki ignored him.
That perpetually tense face seemed to be pondering something serious.
Fujiwara Reya’s mind worked for a moment, then he turned and yelled angrily, "Natsuki Kuri, look what you’ve done!"
Finally, Kawashima Miki’s eyelashes twitched slightly, and her body leaned back towards him.
"You’re already in your twenties, isn’t it embarrassing to act like a child?" Fujiwara Reya’s face was stern as he scolded Natsuki Kuri, "You’re the aunt, technically her elder! As an elder, it’s bad enough you don’t protect her, how can you tease her! How do you plan to atone for this today?"
Kawashima Miki clutched Fujiwara Reya’s right wrist, her fair face finally showing a hint of a smile, seemingly flaunting her victory.
Natsuki Kuri noticed her change in posture and Fujiwara Reya’s desperate attempts at giving signals. "Ah..." she sighed long and deep, showing a look of helplessness. But then, a mischievous smile bloomed on her face, her sly eyes glinting like a fox’s.
"How about this, I give her a push on the bum?" Despite saying such a crude thing, she sat upright, her hands gently overlapping on Fujiwara Reya’s shoulders, everything from her slender fingers to long eyelashes, utterly beautiful.
"Why don’t you listen to the sound under the bed!" Kawashima Miki’s cold gaze met hers, retorting with a challenging attitude.
Natsuki Kuri frowned a little but quickly reverted to her usual expression: "Koriya, tell her what I am to you."
Fujiwara Reya’s eye corner twitched almost imperceptibly a few times.
"No need!" Kawashima Miki lengthened her face, turning her head heavily, letting out a "hmph" from her nose.
Half leaning against Fujiwara Reya, Natsuki Kuri looked calmly at her and also let out a "hmph."
The two women started giving each other attitude.
Sandwiched in the middle, Fujiwara Reya raised his hand and scratched his head, the more he thought about it, the more frustrated he felt.
This role as the head of the family really lacks dignity... Never mind the aunt, since I can’t provoke her for now, but Kawashima Miki, at least give it a rest... Thinking this, he just grabbed both their hands and jumped down from the tree.
Looking around, seeing that neither kouhai nor senpai were present, he held on to their soft hands and, without saying a word, headed towards the vendor stands.
The noise below the stage was still bustling.
The three descended the steps hand in hand, diving into the clamorous crowd. The tourists noticed the three holding hands, and in their scare, they quickly stepped aside, creating a small space around them. Although there were many people, Fujiwara Reya moved freely. Passing through one shocked face after another, and pairs of envious eyes, he moved forward with ease.