Chapter 412: 156._2
"..."
Her voice sounded as alluring as an apricot in June.
The balance of lightness, warmth, and maturity was perfected, very captivating.
Fujiwara Reya glanced around, saw no extra eyes watching on the corridor back to the room, and eagerly wrapped her waist.
Natsuki Kuri was now dressed in a Kyoto-style triple-layer narrow-sleeved kimono, graceful and poised like a blooming flower.
"Sneaky Kuri," Fujiwara Reya scolded.
"Hmm?" Natsuki Kuri wrinkled her perfectly symmetrical, ivory-sculpted nose.
"Beautiful Kuri!" Fujiwara Reya quickly corrected himself.
Natsuki Kuri slowly smiled.
Her eyes were as captivating as slow-moving autumn waters, adding charm. She always infused her words with a smile, which slowly reached her eyes, creating an elegant autumn wave. The change in expression was gracefully dynamic, giving people immense joy.
"Alright, the hug ends here!" Natsuki Kuri turned him around, pushing him forward, "Quick, change your clothes, I’ve been waiting forever, and I’m starving."
Fujiwara Reya’s room had a pair of six-panel folding screens in front of the bed, on which poems of Cold Mountain were inscribed.
A parrot, carved from jade, rested on the perch of a rosewood stand at the foot. The intricate feather carvings on the parrot were clearly visible. Other than that, the room wasn’t too different from an ordinary human’s.
Worth mentioning is that the bed was big enough to sleep three to five people comfortably.
Natsuki Kuri walked to the wardrobe, pulled out a black formal dress with the Mountain God’s family crest, and helped Fujiwara Reya change into it. While tying the sash, she said, "This time’s Mountain God Festival, Izunaga Saburo is also returning."
Izunaga Saburo is the great tengu of Izunaga Mountain.
Their home is in Nagano Prefecture, on Izunaga Mountain, not far from here.
"When Dad was around, he didn’t dare take a step near the sacred mountain." Fujiwara Reya shrugged, discreetly moving her restless hand away, "Now, just two years later, he’s rushing over, probably to assert himself."
"After all, he’s a great tengu, how could he bear the humiliation of being suppressed by a Mountain God." Natsuki Kuri laughed, taking a step back, squinting as she sized him up, "Besides... don’t blame your little aunt for being sharp, compared to your brother-in-law, you..."
"I’m still young..." Fujiwara Reya avoided her gaze, looking out the window.
"Young?" Natsuki Kuri raised both hands, gesturing a couple of times before his eyes.
"..."
Sometimes, Fujiwara Reya just couldn’t handle this woman.
"Lie down properly."
Natsuki Kuri pushed him onto the bed.
Then, she untied her own sash and lay beside him.
The afternoon room was silent all around.
Embracing on the bed, they breathed in the warm air.
Facing the much younger Fujiwara Reya, Natsuki Kuri acted very assertively, often teasing him, her reckless actions occurring frequently. In essence, she was a woman as vibrant and passionate as a summer dahlia, very captivating.
"Don’t move, just let me lie here." Natsuki Kuri bent over, her body draping over him like a collapsing jade mountain.
Lying on his back, Fujiwara Reya bore the weight of her fragrant, sultry body.
Her black belt fell onto the floor, pressing onto the sleeve of the shirt Fujiwara Reya had just taken off. Her white socks were also off, tossed beside the wooden clogs, and her current weight was just her body and a light blue kimono.
Listening to Fujiwara Reya’s heartbeat, a smile spread across Natsuki Kuri’s fair and moist face.
Her cheek almost touching his, the veins in her neck were visible, with her eyes open, embedded with moist, black eyes. Those eyes were so cunningly variable, reflecting the boundless changes of her inner thoughts.
"Hey, Koriya," Natsuki Kuri suddenly asked, "Do you ever see me as an elder?"
"No!" Fujiwara Reya answered honestly.
"I thought so..." Natsuki Kuri’s voice was enchantingly sweet.
Fujiwara Reya wanted to sit up but was pressed back by Natsuki Kuri.
"I told you not to move!" The woman’s soft arms wrapped around his neck snake-like, "Unless you want to make a scene and let everyone in the residence know what you’re doing to me!"
Fujiwara Reya dared not move.
"Uh, Kuri, don’t worry, I’ll explain everything to Mother..." He was a bit nervous, his heart beating very fast.
"It’s fine, sneaky makes it more thrilling." Natsuki Kuri’s delicate lips mischievously whispered in his ear, "Isn’t it, my little troublemaker~"
The soft and enchanting voice penetrated directly into his heart.
Feeling as if a high-intensity current ran through his body, Fujiwara Reya shivered.
Her beautiful and intelligent head rested lightly on his chest, feeling like an incense burner was burning intensely on his chest.
"This is not good." Fujiwara Reya said nervously.
"I can feel that." Natsuki Kuri chuckled lightly, "You’re very impulsive right now."
"..."
"I’ll make it more troubling for you."
As soon as the words left her lips, Natsuki Kuri suddenly sat up, smiling brilliantly as she looked at him.
The lifted chin that appeared in Fujiwara Reya’s sight was so cunningly pure, as if it represented the secrets of her heart.
The kimono’s front slipped to both shoulders.
The smooth silk met no resistance, slipping from her alabaster skin, resting against her chest.
Fujiwara Reya’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.
The sound was exceptionally clear.
This wasn’t his fault; even the slight blue veins on that fair skin were plainly visible to him.