A long afternoon.
The air conditioner was blowing cool air, the ice cubes in the black tea had lted, and a layer of transparent water droplets had ford on the surface of the glass pot.
Ten minutes ago, Fujiwara Reya initiated a silent tactic, planning to wait until the emotions of the three won settled before speaking. The two older sisters didn’t seem to mind, but Asuka had complaints, although she was the youngest and had the least say here.
Ti slowly passed.
Kasahara Fumi leisurely and single-handedly finished all the food on the table.
"Your mouth corner," Fujiwara Reya said to her.
Kasahara Fumi frowned her beautiful eyebrows, picked up a napkin, and wiped her mouth.
Soft lips were stained with sugar left from eating donuts earlier, white tiny granules clinging to her seductive red lips, looking incredibly tempting.
On the right, Natsuki Kuri rested her delicate arm on Fujiwara Reya’s shoulder, comfortably propping her chin and staring at his profile. This aningful gaze made Fujiwara Reya feel very guilty, forcing him to pretend to check the ti on the wall clock and avoid her gaze, which only made her laugh more and keep staring.
Honestly speaking, this was the first ti Fujiwara Reya found himself wedged between two won on either side.
Not bad.
It would be even better if this were a lavish one-night feast.
Fukaeri and the aunt were definitely an ideal pair of partners. The aunt was a passionate, mature woman full of ideas, with an impressive figure, eloquent, adept in flirting, and once determined, could always tackle things proactively, well-stocked with knowledge, making her the perfect companion. In contrast, Fukaeri, with a similarly sexy, tight figure, was the standard cool beauty, often expressionless, difficult to approach, incapable of sweet talk, but her cold aura particularly attracted n.
With the intent to keep passing ti, Fujiwara Reya theorized the whole scenario in his mind.
First, the aunt would use her sociable and relationship-enhancing talents to raise the group’s emotions to a peak, creating a harmonious atmosphere suitable for deep communication, then seize the mont to push Fukaeri into the ’battlefield’.
At this point, it beca simpler; Fukaeri, unexpectedly wearing a sexy red underwear set, which the aunt liked so much she insisted on joining in the discussion about it. Unknowingly, Fukaeri then found herself and her aunt’s positions switched... To not waste a lovely evening, she could only continue enduring her sha.
Moreover, because Fukaeri’s cold aura subtly stimulated the aunt’s competitiveness, the aunt’s deanor beca more flamboyant, her actions more proactive, which created a win-win-win situation; Perfect!
Ahem.
The above is purely a bored hypothesis.
In reality, it would never happen, otherwise, Fujiwara Reya was sure he wouldn’t see the sun after a pleasurable night.
"Ha~"
Within the dull atmosphere, Natsuki Kuri lazily yawned.
Infected by her, the two Kasahara sisters seed a little tired too, starting to yawn.
Sunlight shone through the glass window, casting on the wooden floor. Slling the fragrance drifting to his nose, Fujiwara Reya thought that the elevated emotions had finally ebbed a bit, and it was ti to start making excuses!
"Kuri, I..."
"Shut up."
"Hmm?"
"Let speak; you’re not allowed to interrupt!"
"..."
See?
Natsuki Kuri is just like this, completely unpredictable in what unexpected things she’ll do next.
"Revealing the relationship between Linlin and will surely shock you," stated Natsuki Kuri with her graceful form, naturally wrapping her arm around Fujiwara Reya’s as she looked at the other two won, "I am his child bride."
Fujiwara Reya: "?"
"Ha?!" Kasahara Asuka blurted out loudly, her charming and lively eyes angrily fixed on Fujiwara Reya’s face.
Kasahara Fumi displayed an annoyed expression, lightly tapping her arm with her fingertips.
"Think about it, if it weren’t for him being the brother-in-law, how could the shrine be handed to him," Natsuki Kuri leaned her sexy, slender, and toned legs slightly against Fujiwara Reya, her tender and graceful hands tightly holding onto his wrist, "When I was eight, under the arrangent of the family, I beca Linlin’s fiancée and slept with him."
Uh...
In so sense, this is 75% true.
Due to their closeness since childhood, with no blood relationship, his mother did have such thoughts. However, the nominal grandmother disapproved, so this matter stayed at the proposal stage and was not implented.
After thinking, it makes sense; the elder daughter was already whisked away by a Fujiwara Family man, if the younger also goes, who’ll inherit the family?
The Mountain God can’t possibly marry into the family!
"Senpai!" Kasahara Asuka looked at Fujiwara Reya with puffed cheeks and demanded, "What is this woman saying?"
"Uh, let explain, it’s just a..." Fujiwara Reya was stopped midway as Natsuki Kuri tightened her grip on his arm, preventing him from speaking.
Hey!
What are you doing!
Too soft... no, too reckless!
Fujiwara Reya tried to pull his arm back from the embrace, but Natsuki Kuri held tightly, he dared not exert too much force, fearing hurting her skin. Moreover, as the arm rubbed back and forth, the sensation was too delightful to imdiately pull away!
"Ugh!"
Kasahara Asuka’s cheeks puffed up like buns.
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