Chapter 380: 148. Nine-tailed Fox and Snow Woman_3
Seeing the other party willingly dispel their monster form, she also reverted to her human form. However, the frost on her body melted somewhat, and soon, she uncomfortably twisted her body; wearing these wet and sticky clothes was indeed not very comfortable.
Yayako looked at the Snow Woman with great interest and asked, "After leaving Furukawa Conference Hall for so many years, what have you been doing?"
"Just opened a bakery," Yukino Ritsuko said, taking off her coat and wringing out the water, "And you? It’s been seven or eight years since you left the old lady, are you still trying to find a way to save your master?"
"That’s quite amusing, what other goal would I have besides that?" Yayako chuckled and raised her eyebrows, "Your thinking hasn’t changed much from before, still that simple."
Yukino Ritsuko squinted her eyes, observing the other person.
With those words, she couldn’t accurately judge whether she was being mocked.
"But I’m surprised you’ve taken an interest in a human boy," Yayako walked over, standing beside her, "Could it be that a Snow Woman without feelings has started to fall in love?"
Yukino Ritsuko ignored her.
"That boy seems to possess a demonic power that can beguile, even attracting a Snow Woman," Yayako circled her, speaking as if to herself, "I just wonder if that boy’s constitution can satisfy the Snow Woman’s vigorous needs."
"..."
In the sunlight, Yukino Ritsuko’s complexion was somewhat flushed.
The Snow Woman Clan, from Snow Child to adult Snow Woman, has no males; they are not born through reproduction, but emerge as natural spirits from the snow and ice. Perhaps due to lack of means to propagate the species, to compensate for the anxiety etched in their genes, they have an astonishing innate need... every male killed by a Snow Woman fell because he couldn’t satisfy the Snow Woman’s needs.
Yukino Ritsuko hasn’t experienced it herself, only having heard about this physiological issue from elders of the clan.
When leaving Hokkaido, the elders solemnly warned her not to truly fall for a man, or she would bear the pain of personally killing the one she loves... contemplating these matters, her slender fingers touched her right cheek, a vision of Fujiwara Reya’s strong build flashing through her mind.
Hmm...
Should be okay, I think?
"Hahaha..."
Yayako’s wanton laughter brought Yukino Ritsuko back to her senses. She frowned slightly in annoyance and said, "He and I are just friends, please don’t speak nonsense!"
"Oh, then you won’t get angry at what I have to say, right?" Yayako scrutinized her with a meaningful look.
"Go ahead." Yukino Ritsuko’s expression appeared restrained and gentle.
"That boy caused some trouble with my subordinates in Minami-Izu," Yayako calmly stated.
Yukino Ritsuko stared blankly at her face, "Nonsense! Mr. Fujiwara wouldn’t do that!"
"Ah, you know him well?" Yayako returned a vague and ambiguous smile, "But he really did. My subordinate named Tanaka has already gone missing, and if you don’t believe me, you can ask Mr. Kamiya."
Yukino Ritsuko furrowed her brows and shook her head.
Silence descended.
The overlapping layers of leaves allowed sunlight to filter through, making the surroundings feel even more serene and elegant.
"You don’t have to look so unaccepting," Yayako said with an ambiguous expression, her tone soothing, "Seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys carry a certain danger. They are idle, lost in sensual music and dance, seeking pleasure. Completely immersing themselves in youth that suits them, soft, sweet, is quite normal. Plus, with his exceptional strength, my subordinate was just a passive, vulnerable woman facing his riotous might."
Yukino Ritsuko’s brow slightly furrowed, but Yayako smiled gently.
"In reality, young men are unformed, filthy, fervent, a dangerous existence like slime..." Her expression was odd, like a judge discussing a case with a cautionary tale, "Compared to young men, women, regardless of age, as long as they are beautiful, are more fragile, soft, and sensitive. Their existence is a tool to expose young men to all kinds of ugly and vile sides of the world. Maybe you got fooled by his exterior; best to leave quickly while you still can."
Yukino Ritsuko put on her clothes and looked steadily at the other’s face.
"Especially your beautiful, sensual body, like a semi-transparent cocoon, capable of spinning unimaginable threads of sin." Yayako’s voice still carried a significant amount of seductive implication, "To men, your anxiously trembling bosom, your slightly sluggishly cool plump buttocks, are forms that can weave a cocoon of sin."
Yukino Ritsuko instinctively looked down at her body.
Then, as if wary of something, she hugged her arms protectively over her chest.
"The exquisite, subtle interplay between flesh and sin... that is the goal pursued by the youth you focus on, and once immersed in this fervent dream, the body itself becomes a form of sin. Your body can be a medium for his arbitrary imaginations. Accepting his sins one by one, allowing him to drown in a perverse joy."
Yukino Ritsuko raised her head, glaring at her unemotionally.
Yayako raised both hands, palms open towards her, apologizing for speaking out of turn.
"Is there anything else you want to say?" Yukino Ritsuko calmly adjusted her breathing.
Noticing the scattered hair beside her cheeks and her bright, clear eyes, Yayako was about to say something, but reconsidered and sighed deeply, then glanced at her watch: "It’s time, I have to leave."