"Ah, how co Sister is here..." Kasahara Asuka smiled innocently, her expression showing no sign of ulterior motives.
Hoshimi Rinko was full of suspicion, her eyes blinking as she scanned the two of them. Fujiwara Reya pretended to be adjusting his clothes, whistling as he headed to the wardrobe, getting ready to find clothes and take a shower. Kasahara Fumi wrinkled her nose, seemingly detecting so scent, sniffing continuously, eventually focusing on her sister’s collar.
"What’s this?" she asked her sister.
"...What are you talking about, Sister?" Kasahara Asuka’s delicate face displayed the youthful innocence that soone her age should have.
Hold on, junior... Fujiwara Reya secretly lanted.
Kasahara Fumi’s expression grew colder and colder.
Beside her, Hoshimi Rinko was even colder, and for a mont, the air in the room was tense and on edge.
"I’m going to take a shower first, you guys chat slowly." Fujiwara Reya pulled open the wardrobe doors fully. As he bent down, a pair of sleek beautiful feet suddenly appeared in his sight.
"?"
Slightly looking up.
Natsuki Kuri was holding a phone in one hand, wearing her signature squinting smile: "Good evening."
In an instant, Fujiwara Reya’s scalp tingled, all his hair stood on end, and he shivered as he said: "You... Kuri, no, little aunt, no, dear great aunt, why are you still here... and your phone, you wouldn’t have already..."
"It’s a video." Natsuki Kuri smiled gently, tossing the phone towards the door, "Here, let you two see what just happened."
Kasahara Fumi, still wearing a tight skirt and black stockings, had her beautiful face seemingly covered with a layer of frost the mont she saw the video. Her chest heaved with anger, her body slightly trembling. Hoshimi Rinko was first puzzled, then her face turned red, glaring at Fujiwara Reya: "Unreasonable! Filthy and lewd! A perverted freak obsessed with yellow smut!"
This is bad... Kasahara Asuka’s big eyes swiveled around nimbly, hiding behind her sister with a whimpering tone, pitifully accusing: "It’s the senior who forced . I said no, but he still kissed , even when I cried he ignored ..."
"?" Fujiwara Reya was stunned.
What a disgraceful way for a junior to deny it after the fact!
"I’ll deal with you tomorrow!" Kasahara Fumi reprimanded her sister with a steely face, her beautiful and alluring eyes narrowed into slits, a murderous aura emanating from her, clearly quite furious.
Then she took a deep breath and spoke toward Hoshimi Rinko.
"Do it!"
"Kill him——"
In all the ti he’d known her, it was the first ti Fujiwara Reya saw her so agitated.
"Wait a minute! Fumi, calm down and listen to my explanation, okay? You misunderstand, Little Aunt can vouch for , I didn’t force anything, so you’ve got it wrong, it’s not what you think..."
His defense was increasingly faint, as Hoshimi Rinko’s expression was cold, with an aura of danger emanating from her eyes.
Simultaneously, a few talismans appeared in her fingertips as if by magic, and the word ’danger’ seed to erge in front of Fujiwara Reya’s eyes, feeling like his life wouldn’t be spared tonight.
"Pervert!"
"Wait—"
"...Die."
"Rin, Senior..."
In a split second, the air around the girl’s body seed to expand several tis over, her hair fluttering, looking like a chaotic demoness.
"Pervert, go die! As swift as a command!"
"Boom——"
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"When I saw you, your cardiac functions had already stopped."
The next morning, when Mrs. Kasahara found Fujiwara Reya lying in the courtyard, she comnted like this. Of course, it was probably just a joke, after all, the Mountain God’s defenses are incredibly strong, not so easily extinguished.
The splendid sunlight shone on the treetops in the courtyard, casting shadows along the corridor.
Mrs. Kasahara and Fumi were talking on the corridor, while two little witches wearing white hats were playing tennis in the yard, their sweat flying off with each swing of the racket under the sunshine. Last night’s storm had vanished without a trace, as if it had never occurred.
Fujiwara Reya ca out after breakfast, and the group was discussing last night’s events.
According to Kasahara Fumi, the woman who ca from Tochigi County, dressed in mourning clothes last night, was aligned with the Fox Clan and Ghost Clan. Her intention in attempting assassination was rely a test.
"No wonder you didn’t co, you had a lead." Mrs. Kasahara patted her eldest daughter’s hand, "The situation with Huang Songyu is very strange, pay more attention to it. If necessary, you can borrow soone from the Onmyo-ryo in my na."
"I will." Kasahara Fumi nodded slightly.
"Is there anything I can help with?" Fujiwara Reya walked over to ask.
Mrs. Kasahara turned her head, giving him a aningful look: "You go with her to visit that businesswoman."
"Uh, I don’t mind." Fujiwara Reya glanced at the expressionless Kasahara Fumi, "Just a bit afraid Sister Fumi might hit on the way."
Kasahara Fumi didn’t respond to him.
Her gaze lingered on the elegant pine tree in the courtyard, the leaves unmoving, like a person lost in endless thought.
"If she hits you, you deserve it." Mrs. Kasahara said with a smile.
"Good thing I’m tough." Fujiwara Reya sighed with a shrug.
"Have so freshly squeezed waterlon juice." Mrs. Hoshimi, wearing an apron, ca out from the kitchen. She placed the tray with the juice on the ground, took off her apron, and, wearing a dark blue dress, sat barefoot on the corridor.
Fujiwara Reya served each person a cup of waterlon juice, respectfully handing it over with both hands.
"Thank you, Mr. Fujiwara." Mrs. Hoshimi gave a small bow before taking the cup with both hands. Perhaps because she was now familiar with Fujiwara Reya and didn’t bother with makeup, her skin appeared rosy, her nose petite and delicate, her posture dignified and graceful.
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