Her voice was gentle, like raindrops tapping on the bluestone road on a rainy day.
"Co again next spring." Mrs. Kasahara leaned against the screen in an unseemly manner, her voice as languid as her expression.
"I’ll co with my senior next year." Kasahara Asuka said as she reached out to pinch Fujiwara Reya’s neck. Fujiwara Reya countered, scratching her chin.
"Hmm, it tickles~"
The girl curled up her shoulders from the tickling, but slightly raised her chin to accept his teasing. Under the bright yellow light, she half-closed her eyes with a hint of shyness, revealing an unstoppable joy amidst her innocence, as if she was about to suddenly jump into the arms of her beloved, utterly adorable.
"Eat sothing first." Mrs. Hoshimi said amusingly.
Beside them, Hoshimi Rinko was already elegantly chewing a crispy oyster she picked up on her own.
"Aunt Yako is being naughty!" Kasahara Asuka playfully stuck out her tongue.
She then straightened her body, kneeling on the mat, covering half her face with her funeral attire sleeve, and cast a shy glance full of timid affection at Fujiwara Reya.
Hoshimi Rinko bit savagely into the oyster in her mouth, exuding a vibe.
Fujiwara Reya was eating delicate sakura shrimp, his gaze passing through the stone railing in front of him to the main stage below. The sea breeze blew directly at him, the bonfire flas danced like they were performing, the flickering firelight darting over people’s faces, and the stone steps in an unsteady rush. The bustling noise and crowd seed like another world compared to the VIP area where he sat.
In the crowd, two familiar figures flashed by.
The one in a dark blue yukata, exuding an elegant aura, was Natsuki Kuri. Her yukata was patterned with lilies and autumn grass, furthering a sense of coolness. Beside her, in a red yukata with a belt accentuating her slender waist, was Kasahara Fumi. Her bright orange hair vividly reflected the firelight, making her look like a night demoness striding toward the VIP seats with a hunter’s steps.
After the two reached the VIP section, they did not enter this particular booth but settled in a different booth.
Perfect!
Just as planned, to keep them apart.
Fujiwara Reya felt elated inside.
Everyone knows that when won gather, a chaotic scene is easily triggered. Now that the biggest trouble, his aunt, was on the other side, all he needed to do was manage the ti, shuttling between the two booths, and nothing would go wrong.
Even if he bumped into them while strolling through the stands, he wasn’t afraid, because he would take only one person at a ti.
With his eloquence facing just two won in a chaotic scene, it wouldn’t be difficult at all... Amidst the distant bustling noise, a refreshing sea breeze blew over, the handso young man in black mourning clothes smoothed his bangs ssed up by the wind, a pleased smile on his lips. Thankfully, Kawashima Miki isn’t here... he thought, if she were here too, he might as well jump off a cliff.
However, at the mountain gate out of his sight, a dignified Kawashima Miki appeared.
She walked with her back straight, in an elegant posture. She wore a purple yukata, her hair tied at the back, presenting a young, elegant, and noble lady image.
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Turning back the ti to the afternoon.
In the Furukawa Conference Hall, there was a restaurant with an atmosphere of showa, where an old electric fan replaced the air conditioning to disperse the midsumr heat.
Kawashima Miki held her chopsticks with noodles in hand, her eyes fixed on the television screen.
The news was reporting disturbances at the Minami-Izu sumr festival. She stared intently at the screen, trying to spot Fujiwara Reya in the fleeting images. But unfortunately, Onmyo-ryo is entirely confidential to ordinary people, so he would never appear on TV.
The udon noodles in her hand lost all their flavor as she watched.
Kawashima Miki felt entirely uninterested in food and directly paid the bill to leave the Furukawa Conference Hall.
Since the day Fujiwara Reya went to Minami-Izu, her dayti activities were limited to supervising construction progress at Asakusa Shrine in the morning and inquiring about acquiring Yellow Pine Jade at the Furukawa Conference Hall in the afternoon. At night, she also had two tasks: managing the Empress bubble bath operation and taking care of her two silly demons at ho.
Every day was busy, yet she was unprecedentedly happy.
If only Fujiwara Reya was with her every day, she’d be even happier.
Walking out of the Furukawa Conference Hall, the midsumr sunlight was bright, making the streets seem glaringly white, causing Kawashima Miki to squint her eyes involuntarily. The high-temperature heat radiated off the asphalt road, and the sound of cicadas swept in waves like a sea surge.
She lifted her gaze to the sky, as pure and blue as a wash, not a cloud in sight.
"It’s so hot..."
Kawashima Miki took out a wet tissue to stick on her face, moving into the shade of a tree to avoid the sun as much as possible.
Sunlight filtered through the branches, scattering on the asphalt like silver coins on the ground, the sharp shadow outlines contrasting with the broken light spots. Kawashima Miki noticed many posters promoting the Sumida River fireworks festival on the shop walls and utility poles along the road. It suddenly dawned on her, now was indeed the ti for sumr festivals, with almost ten taking place in Tokyo alone. Besides the Sumida River fireworks festival, the Divine Palace Outer Garden fireworks festival was also relatively large in scale.
Ah——
How co you’re not here——
Kawashima Miki suddenly found this sumr unbearably dull.
If Fujiwara Reya were here, she could don a beautiful yukata and watch the fireworks with him, spending a wonderful evening together. Given his lecherous nature, she would definitely be satisfied, both physically and emotionally.
Not being able to watch fireworks together in the sumr always leaves a certain regret in one’s heart.
If she could see him now, she would imdiately embrace him and kiss him fervently, saying, "I’ll give up everything to steal your heart completely"... Could these fantasies beco reality?
If it could co true, it would truly be a "Midsumr Night’s Dream."
Kawashima Miki fell into a fantasy of a lovestruck woman.
Suddenly, her phone rang, it was an unfamiliar number.
"Hello, speak quickly if you have sothing to say..." she responded nonchalantly.
"Fujiwara Reya has hooked up with a Fox Girl!"
"What——"
"Tonight he’s going to watch fireworks with the Fox Girl, leaving you alone at ho!"
"Who are you?" Kawashima Miki forced herself to calm down.
"I’m his aunt, I’m coming to Minami-Izu tonight, I’ll take you to confront him."
Soon after, Kawashima Miki received a photo on her phone, of a short-haired, exquisitely alluring woman, with a pair of fluffy fox ears atop her head.
As a demon, Kawashima Miki instantly believed the aunt’s words.
Even through the screen, she could sense the Fox Girl’s allure, unique to the fox demon clan, impossible for other demons to mimic.
Alright then!
Fujiwara Reya!
Don’t you have enough enchantresses at ho!
The enchantresses at ho are not enough for you!
You actually went to seek a wild enchantress—Kawashima Miki’s dignified oval face was instantly covered in frost.
The Empress was furious.
The kind that can’t be coaxed.
Back in Yoshiwara, Kawashima Miki got an RV and stuffed the two demons into it, intending to let these fools witness firsthand tonight how their scumbag master would perish.
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Recomnding this book, "Why Did the Husband Flee?"
It’s about living off the Sect Hierarch in the Demon Sect. The author is a seasoned driver, steady pace without dragging, writes romance well, don’t miss it if you like seductive bad won.
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