Chapter 354: 141. Natsuki Kuri, you have committed many misdeeds!_4
"What are you doing while I’m doing everything?"
"I’ll go back to Tokyo to help Miss Miki with her shrine maiden registration."
"Slap!"
Natsuki Kuri lifted her tail and swept it across Fujiwara Reya’s face.
But in the next second, her body was tightly embraced in Reya’s arms.
In the dense night, they gazed at each other.
After becoming a Fox Girl, her clear black eyes had turned amber, sparkling even in the dark.
The intricate patterns were as beautiful as glass, deep as the sky, and Reya was mesmerized by the view. *At this moment, if his aunt showed even a bit of resistance, he couldn’t bear it.*
"It seems the Natsuki Family truly owes the Fujiwara Family." Natsuki Kuri half-heartedly protested, closing her eyes as she nestled in his arms.
With her in this stance, she was dazzling beyond words, extraordinarily beautiful. The exquisite lines traced out her jade-like charm; dignified and elegant expressions exuded a passionate allure. Her mouth slightly curled up, *not knowing whether she felt more proud or wistful.*
At the end of their gaze, Reya’s eyes were filled with a sincere plea.
Natsuki Kuri really liked that look in his eyes.
*It was a plea to leave everything on the beautiful shores of ambiguity... He was troubled about how to delve deeper into his own heart, unwilling to move forward without a path and reluctant to retreat, only hoping to remain in the same place.*
"You’ve already been captured by your aunt." Suddenly, Natsuki Kuri quickly leaned in to kiss him.
With his arms around her waist, he felt her warmth, as if he were in a greenhouse surrounded by the warm scent, and the fragrance intoxicatingly filled the air. Reya thought that suffocating like this wouldn’t be too bad, reaching a state of consummate beauty and symmetry.
Flames danced continuously, shadows intertwining.
The night sky was filled with sparks, red smoke rising to present a yellow hue, like the afterglow of the sunset.
Kawashima Miki buried her head in her knees, listening to the two talk beside her. Natsuki Kuri’s voice was very pleasant, making her feel as if she were soaking in comfortably tepid bathwater. Occasionally, Kawashima Miki would glance over. Her languid demeanor when speaking was accompanied by elegant hand movements, while the subtle vibration of her pale, tender throat was just right. When teasing Reya with playfulness, a smile always graced her lips. When Reya suddenly spoke seriously about grand principles, she raised her hand to gently cover her forehead, disguising her weary eyes with boredom. Once Reya noticed her impatience, she would coquettishly display a bewitching charm to plead with him not to be angry... Through her myriad of expressions, Kawashima Miki deeply realized how astonishingly beautiful a woman could appear when she felt happy.
Even one who always considered herself the most beautiful in the world felt a touch of envy.
In comparison, she was just a somewhat pretty, if not temperamental, woman who didn’t know how to cheer others up... Kawashima Miki silently watched the floating sparks, reaching out several times but unable to touch anything.
— Suddenly, someone tapped her shoulder.
Kawashima Miki was startled, turning back to look at Reya without emotion.
"What are you doing!" she said, both angry and aggrieved.
"Go soothe her." Natsuki Kuri stretched contentedly, lying on the grass looking at the stars, a bit recklessly.
"Look at your expression, are you daydreaming again?" Reya spread his arms and held her waist, "Whatever you’re thinking about, you can talk to me about it."
Kawashima Miki’s body stiffened, but she didn’t pull away either.
Then, under Reya’s force, she fell onto the grass, biting her back teeth and grumbling, "I’m not going to be your Shikigami anymore."
With a picture-perfect, ethereal countenance, she was pitifully aggrieved.
"Being difficult is okay, it shows everyone’s unique personality and prevents them from turning into mere ornaments." Reya inhaled the rose scent from her body and the fresh aroma of the grass, "But if you’re always being difficult, it’ll annoy people."
Kawashima Miki pouted, "I want to be difficult..."
"Yes, yes, it’s my fault." Reya chuckled, lowering his head, "But you have no room to regret it, since you were the one who first seduced me."
"..."
Brought up the embarrassing past again, Kawashima Miki lost her spirit.
"Miss Miki, my dear wife." Reya gently kissed her forehead, then let his lips swiftly descend as her body became securely held in his arms.
"Oof, stop it..." Kawashima Miki instinctively refused, her small hands gradually pushing against his chest, "Someone’s watching... watching... uh... back home then..."
In the push and pull between wanting to refuse and wanting to welcome, her body twisted in slight struggle, but soon, she was suddenly enraptured. In the blurry night, the lively noise felt exceptionally distant, as their faces pressed closer together... Sooner or later, a certain part and a certain part... Ah! What a straightforwardly beautiful act! No language is needed, nor any meaning. It’s enough to let that stance and that action proceed according to a simplicity, primitiveness, and beauty!
After a long while, their lips parted...
The two of them panted heavily.
Kawashima Miki’s delicate, well-rounded, and mature body, with her silky smooth skin, felt as though it were melting, astonishingly warm.
"The Mountain God’s Wife’s formal dress is made based on the attire of an ancient Chinese empress." Reya sat up, holding Miki’s alluring body, his hands exploring her like measuring dimensions, "Madam, you can’t be jealous anymore. You need to have the regal and magnanimous demeanor of an empress."
"...Mm." Miki was too shy to meet his eyes.
"We’ve been married for a long time; why are you still so easily embarrassed?" Reya’s left hand caressed her hips while his right held her slender waist, "But you’re really adorable. Even if the world were to end, please stay this adorable, my lady."
"Who’s adorable..." Miki rested her chin on his shoulder, closing her eyes comfortably, "When you say ’adorable,’ it feels like you’re calling me childish... and easy to bully."
"Isn’t that the case though?" Reya asked humorously, "In matters of the heart, you’re no different from a sixteen-year-old girl."
Kawashima Miki softly hummed into his ear.
Then, she expectantly asked, "At the Mountain God’s Festival, what does the Mountain God’s Wife need to do?"
"She needs to take good care of the Mountain God." Reya gently caressed her supple waist, patting her bottom lightly like coaxing a child, "As for how to serve, I believe the Empress who runs a house of pleasure doesn’t need me to teach her?"
"Hmph!" Miki responded with dissatisfaction.
Under his touch, she felt increasingly lightheaded, and her breath, which had just stabilized, quickened once more.
Reya tilted his head, planting a kiss on her cheek, "Miss Miki, can I ask you something?"
"... Speak." Miki sensed he might be up to something.
"On the night you become my wife, give me a real bubble bath."
"... I don’t know how."
"You can learn; we have a few days left."
"..." Miki’s eyes showed internal conflict momentarily, then she softly murmured a sound of acknowledgment.
Hearing footsteps behind them, she instinctively lifted her chin from his shoulder. But on second thought, she would soon officially be his wife, and she needed to adapt to the role sooner rather than later. There was no point in hiding anymore, so she sweetly placed her chin back on his shoulder.
"A bubble bath isn’t impossible, but I have a condition too." Her arms wrapped tightly around Reya’s neck, clinging to him without moving, "That night, you must confess to me, sincerely and genuinely."
Reya didn’t respond.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to answer, but rather... in front of him, the faces of his junior and senior were filled with a piercing murderous intent.
He tilted his head to look to the side.
Completely empty, there was no one there anymore.
A moment later, an extremely harsh voice suddenly echoed under the night sky.
"Natsuki Kuri, you villain!"
"Just wait for me——"
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