Chapter 516: The Law of Love_2
Kasahara Fumi stepped off the air mattress, walked to the window, pulled the thin string by the window, and drew back the heavy curtains. The rain had stopped at some point, and the dazzling nightscape of Tokyo poured its light into the room.
The colorful lights on Tokyo Tower, the road lamps on the highways, the headlights of cars, the window lights of skyscrapers, and the multicolored neon lights all converged and blended, forming a metropolis’s unique radiance that illuminated the room.
Fujiwara Reya lay on his side, looking at her by the window.
Because she was sweating, her pleasant fragrance wafted over with the night wind. Her skin became unusually rosy, tender as if it were about to drip water under the neon lights. Those black stockings, touched with essential oil, gleamed oily and shiny.
The wind grew stronger; she calmed her breath while pressing down her long black hair blown by the wind. She slightly raised her right hand, the sleeve of her maid costume rolled up a bit, exposing her fair and slender reflective forearm.
"Fukaeri," he called.
"You seem to have forgotten our mission when we came in," Kasahara Fumi said coldly.
Fujiwara Reya walked toward her, stopping behind her. His voice turned as soft as clouds in the sky: "I never forgot. Whether it’s entering the Ninth Division, taking you back to Hidden God Town, or coaxing you into the couple’s tearoom, it’s all to melt you, you know."
Kasahara Fumi turned around, sitting on the windowsill, her clear eyes glanced at him.
Under the neon lights, the boy’s skin looked exceptionally beautiful, and his cheeks burned with vibrant life. He gave her a naive smile, which involuntarily relaxed her lips too.
After looking at each other for a while, Fujiwara Reya opened his arms.
"What are you doing?" Kasahara Fumi asked coldly.
"A free hug," Fujiwara Reya clapped the air, indicating she could hug him without hesitation.
Kasahara Fumi sighed deeply.
"If you’re going to hug, then hurry up," she said as if resigned to fate.
"This isn’t like you, is it?"
"I’m mentally prepared."
"That’s right, let me clarify, we’re about to enter a passionate love period; it will be too late for regrets. This is your ’destined,’" he said.
His English pronunciation had a flavor of the Meiji Era... Kasahara Fumi whispered to herself inwardly.
"My what?" she repeated knowingly.
"Destined!" Fujiwara Reya playfully repeated, gently encircling her slender waist with his arms, drawing his nose close, lovingly inhaling the faint fragrance from her hair. It was the scent of raindrops wetting maple leaves, an elegant and unparalleled aroma.
Kasahara Fumi sighed for the second time, impatiently grabbing his hand: "Don’t touch indiscriminately..."
As soon as she spoke, Fujiwara Reya immediately laughed.
The female officer’s voice was somewhat raspy.
Her usually cold face had a bit more shy adorableness.
Her face blushed a little; the instant the wind lifted her hair, her expression looked captivating, like listening to her boyfriend share little secrets between them. This fleeting charm was truly enchanting, and it had to be admitted that her chest was indeed sufficiently large and full.
Kasahara Fumi stopped talking.
She seemed angry or maybe just too shy facing him, she turned her head coldly, expressionless, and continued to gaze at the bright Tokyo nightscape outside.
Encircling her waist from behind, Fujiwara Reya watched the view outside along with her.
In front was brightly lit Shinjuku; to the right, equally illuminated Ikebukuro; to the left were the extensive parks around Shibuya. Hidden in countless windows of countless buildings were countless individual secrets. In such a vast city, those secrets appeared small but precious.
Kasahara Fumi’s eyelashes fluttered gently.
Her eyes, reflecting the lights, flickered like the shimmer of a lake at dusk, enthralling.
The warmth of the boy’s palm penetrated through the thin stockings, scorching her thigh skin... She remembered that afternoon by the waterfall at Mount Ooyama, when Fujiwara Reya, only wearing underwear, let the water stream over him, his lively demeanor was somewhat adorably childlike.
She remembered that grand wedding.
She recalled how his address changed from Miss Kasahara to Miss Fumi and finally to Fumi.
All this happened in such a short time, so short that she didn’t even have time to react before she found herself drowsily embraced by him. Her nose was filled with his clean, fresh scent, exactly like the air of Mount Ooyama, bringing the joy of a spring breeze or winter sunshine.
"Fumi," Fujiwara Reya’s fingers gently stroked her lower belly.
Kasahara Fumi’s body couldn’t help but tense up.
Like the eternal ice deep in Antarctica, with not a trace of the heat that unknown fire should have.
"Fumi," Fujiwara Reya’s lips kissed her hair, whispering softly in her ear.
His voice was as gentle as the wind flipping through the pages.
"Mm..."
Kasahara Fumi responded.
Her body trembled slightly; this feeling wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, but rather, it was somewhat pleasurable like never before.
Fujiwara Reya gently turned her face around, that lightly powdered face, with makeup neither too heavy nor too light, just right. The slightly raised soft natural arc below her eyes, her lips that were full and soft with lipstick.
The woman’s body temperature and soft touch, the mesmerizing demeanor, made Fujiwara Reya unable to resist approaching her moist lips.
"...No,"
Kasahara Fumi went limp in his embrace but covered her mouth with her hand.
Her twinkling eyes conveyed the message: ’Our relationship hasn’t reached the level of kissing,’ she seemed to have forgotten that they were indeed married.