A feeling of weariness lingered between the two of them.
Fujiwara Reya stared into the darkness, pondering why Miss Miki was upset.
Either she felt lonely in Tokyo, annoyed at him for not visiting her for a month and a half, or she was letting her jealousy run wild again. If it was the forr, she would have cooled off after they grew intimate, rather than continuing to sulk like this.
All things considered, it could only be that the petty Empress was jealous again.
Fujiwara Reya was quite confident in his judgnt. If he couldn’t even make this observation, how else could he maneuver among won despite being so obviously a player?
"Alright, I know I’m wrong." He gently stroked Kawashima Miki’s head and kissed her forehead.
Kawashima Miki suddenly opened her eyes, her pupils shining with a srizing violet light: "Mr. Fujiwara, what could you possibly be wrong about? Even if you were, there’s no need to apologize to ."
"Still so stubborn."
"I like it this way."
"Adorable." Fujiwara Reya hugged her lightly.
Kawashima Miki gritted her teeth: "You don’t have to pretend to hold if you don’t want to."
"What do you an pretend? I’m more than willing."
"Bastard!"
"Well, I’m a bastard who’s always scheming against you."
He inhaled her fragrant scent, ready to move his face closer, but Kawashima Miki suddenly turned her back to him.
"You’re so annoying..."
Every ti she said that phrase out of shyness, it didn’t an rejection. Therefore, Fujiwara Reya habitually pulled her into his embrace with his hands around her waist. However, Kawashima Miki wasn’t as compliant this ti. Instead, she arched her back and curled up her legs, resisting him.
Having known her for so long, Fujiwara Reya naturally knew her reactions well.
He draped one leg over Kawashima Miki’s leg, wrapping his upper body around to face her.
"Go back!"
The mont Kawashima Miki finished speaking, Fujiwara lowered his head and kissed her again.
"...!"
After quite so ti, Fujiwara Reya let go. Kawashima Miki panted with difficulty: "Five tis already, aren’t you tired of it!"
Fujiwara Reya leaned in again.
"...No more!" Kawashima Miki quickly covered her mouth, panting and said, "Alright, alright, keep talking, I’m listening."
"You’re willing to listen to now?"
"I am..."
"Not sulking anymore?"
"...Not for now."
In the faint moonlight, a pitiful sense of vulnerability filled Kawashima Miki’s alluring, peach-like face.
"I ca to Minami-Izu mainly for work," Fujiwara Reya lifted her and placed her on his lap, "Think about it, those are two directors, truly crucial for our Asakusa Shrine, how could I not keep in close contact?"
"Just talk then, why do you have to hold like this!" Kawashima Miki glared at him, her face flushed, but sitting in the center of the web, swaying, she had no choice but to wrap her arms around Fujiwara Reya’s neck to maintain balance, "Let down! Or I’ll turn against you!"
"There are two types of relationships, one is interest-based, the other is emotional," ignoring her protests, Fujiwara Reya held her waist, swaying with her on the web like a swing, "Relying solely on interest-based relationships won’t last long, so I must develop emotional ties with them."
"Is that your reason for being a flirt?" Kawashima Miki huffed.
"As if I dare have ideas about the two directors," Fujiwara Reya chuckled, guiding her balance with hands on her waist, "I’m responsible for the emotions; you are for the interests. In the future, when discussing interests with them, it’s up to you to step up—it’s all about paving the way for you."
Kawashima Miki was almost amused by his reasoning.
Looking for all the world as if he’s doing it for her benefit, even as his own flirtation was blatantly obvious. She had never seen such brazen shalessness.
"As for their daughters, there isn’t much personal connection right now," Fujiwara Reya continued, "I’m closer to my junior, but not too good. With the senior—it’s a far stretch; no reason at all for you to be jealous, knowing that everything I have is only for you."
"Who would care."
Kawashima Miki turned away, her eyes evasive, stubbornly staring into the deep woods.
Though her words were hardened and her stance stubborn, she was not the formidable Empress in front of Fujiwara Reya, but rather a shy little woman, with a face blushing to the ears and neck.
When she turned her face, there were beads of sweat glistening on her cheek, much like when she had just co out of the bath, moist and fresh.
"You are just too adorable," Fujiwara Reya felt his heart skip a beat, pulling her body tightly into his embrace, "Why don’t we stop waiting?"
With that move, Kawashima Miki imdiately sensed how enthusiastic and eager he was, her whole body stiffening instantly, her lips jutting sulkily: "All you think about is doing...that with ..."
"Bite your tongue!" Fujiwara Reya hugged her with one arm, while his other hand lightly tapped her on the forehead, "I love you so much, I’d be disrespecting your body if I didn’t want to roll in the sheets with you."
"..." Kawashima Miki’s eyelids fluttered.
"I’ve finished explaining," Fujiwara Reya said with a smile.
He was quite adept at understanding the Empress’s moods. Won sotis wish to beco the queen of dreams, to enjoy unparalleled attention from their beloved. He was capable of stirring Kawashima Miki’s innermost emotional responses, making her feel joy and happiness, allowing him to enjoy Kawashima Miki’s gentle treatnt—the Empress would only be gentle to him alone.
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