Chapter 520: 181. Nighttime_3
"You guys are so noisy."
Kawashima Miki took a few gulps of her lemon water.
Smack.
So sour.
Fujiwara Reya let go of Yukino Ritsuko and rolled over to her side.
"Hey, what are you doing——"
Kawashima Miki screamed.
Fujiwara Reya grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down onto the tatami mat.
"I’m angry!" Kawashima Miki pouted, biting her lip.
"You’ve grown bold, haven’t you?" Fujiwara Reya flicked her forehead gently and rubbed her puffed cheeks, "Daring to compete with me for a woman, huh? If I don’t teach you a lesson today, you really won’t know who the master of this house is!"
Yukino Ritsuko stood up and smiled: "I’ll go fetch some snacks."
As she turned and walked a few steps away, she vaguely heard a dull "slap" sound behind her.
Was that... the sound of spanking?
Yukino Ritsuko didn’t look back, walking briskly towards the kitchen, the smile on her lips remaining.
Flames flickered.
The wind stirred the light silk, partially covering the two of them.
Kawashima Miki bent over, hugging Fujiwara Reya’s neck, her face resting on his shoulder.
"Fukaeri likes me more, and Mrs. Miki too, and Mrs. Ritsuko..." Fujiwara Reya held her waist, his hand patting her soft buttocks, "Eventually, we’ll all be one family, happily together forever."
"You’re just dreaming!" Kawashima Miki sneered.
"Smack——"
"...You!"
Kawashima Miki yelped in pain, frowning and putting on a defiant look.
After several slaps, her fair face flushed red, and her tightly closed legs began to tremble slightly.
Fujiwara Reya stopped his hand, smiling and asking, "Who’s the master of this house?"
"Me!" Kawashima Miki remained stubborn, her little fists clenching, showing signs that she was ready to fight back.
Then another smack.
In the dull sound of a hand hitting flesh, Kawashima Miki bit her lip and hummed softly.
An infinitely enticing sound.
Fujiwara Reya hugged her waist, lying on his side, his lips pressed against her flushed cheek: "Thank you, Mrs. Miki."
"Thank me for what?" Kawashima Miki murmured in response.
"Thank you for still being stubborn."
"Humph!"
"Thank you for managing the affairs of Asakusa Shrine for me, thank you for attending social events with the Onmyo-ryo for me, thank you for earning money to support me, letting me have the time to use your money to charm other girls..." As he spoke, Fujiwara Reya couldn’t help but laugh.
"Even if I spend money on male escorts, they know how to appease me!" Kawashima Miki nestled in his arms, grumbling, "You’re worse than a male escort, whether in bed or out of it!"
"Have you sought out a male escort?" Fujiwara Reya blew into her ear.
The warm breath penetrated her heart, making Kawashima Miki shiver as if she was ticklish, reaching out to pinch his waist hard: "Yeah, I did, I look for a male escort every night!"
"Ouch——, it hurts so much, have mercy, madam." Fujiwara Reya twisted his face, pretending to be in pain.
"I didn’t even use half my strength."
"It’s to give you a sense of accomplishment."
"What sense of accomplishment could I get from hurting you?"
"No, no, no, the sense of accomplishment isn’t from hurting me but from the fact that the esteemed Mountain God is willing to be under your command, cooperating with your every move."
"That’s more like it." Kawashima Miki smiled proudly.
Fujiwara Reya hugged her waist and couldn’t resist kissing her cheek, "Mrs. Miki is the cutest in the world."
"Fake, all an act," Kawashima Miki slightly closed her eyes, retorting with feigned annoyance, "I’m just a spider demon wrapped in human skin, all the loveliness and grace are just an act; I’m essentially a demon who likes to toy with people’s hearts. If you want cute, go find Fukaeri."
"Talking about other women again, you need punishment!" Fujiwara Reya suddenly lifted the hem of the shrine maiden outfit.
Kawashima Miki glanced at him, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, yet she still spoke in an angry tone: "What are you doing, can’t you be serious for once, this isn’t even a room, do you believe I... ah!" The trembling end note was her soft cry of pain.
"Mrs. Miki..."
"Wha, what..."
"I went to a parlor tonight."
"What!"
"Their massage technique wasn’t as good as yours."
"That, that is... hmm, is that the point?"
"The point is Fukaeri helped me."
"?"
"Haha, that’s why I said Fukaeri is starting to like me."
"Gentler..."
"Do you like it?"
"I do, I like it..."
Fujiwara Reya embraced Kawashima Miki’s gently writhing waist, his cheek rubbing against her body.
Mrs. Miki’s eyes were half-closed, a haze of moisture, without a single word of rebuttal, seemingly having been "forced to confess under duress." Fujiwara Reya’s gaze fell on her rosy lips and the blush on her pretty face. Her clear and charming eyes under her slender eyebrows looked at her so adorably, her demeanor as a young wife was irresistible, full of enchanting allure.
Being watched by her husband, Kawashima Miki puckered her lips forward, seeking a kiss.
Fujiwara Reya kissed her.
Mrs. Miki was like a fine wine, the emotions poured out in her every smile carried a fragrant aroma... and it felt like there was plenty!"
The wind blew across the terrace, gently shaking the laurel tree.
Petals fell onto the lake’s surface, the reflection of the moon shattered, causing ripples to dance across the water.
Some petals drifted in with the light silk, landing on Kawashima Miki’s shoulders, hair, and cuffs. In the dim light, she breathed slightly, savoring the aftertaste, her face lifting into a smile. That kind of weary, satisfied smile, as if she heard a sound overflowing within her that only she could hear.
Fujiwara Reya lay on his side, holding her without letting go.