The surrounding gazes made Kawashima Miki feel sothing was off.
Sure, the jerk not wearing a school uniform looked like a college student with a calm deanor, while she herself was both professional and graceful, as well as young and beautiful. The two of them holding hands looked like a harmonious young couple, but that was only true if Natsuki Kuri wasn’t present.
A mother and her son passed by, the mother covering the boy’s eyes and scolding, "Don’t look, don’t learn! In the future, you can only find one wife."
Kawashima Miki’s face flushed, she shook her hand and scolded him, "What are you doing! Let go!"
"Since we’re here, let’s take a stroll." Fujiwara Reya was determined, tonight he would persuade Miss Miki and eliminate the first obstacle on the path to his harem.
"Let go of that fox!"
"It’s fine, she doesn’t mind."
"Yes, I don’t mind." Natsuki Kuri chid in playfully, casting a sidelong glance at Fujiwara Reya, "Even if it ans holding both our hands while strolling, or taking both our clothes off in bed, I don’t mind."
"..."
Kawashima Miki couldn’t believe soone could be so shaless.
"I don’t want to hear that. I can’t tolerate such dirty jokes with my personality." She pressed her fingers to her brow like a shy girl. The Empress, untouched by the mundane mud, didn’t like making worldly jokes in front of her beloved.
"She’s not joking," Fujiwara Reya said, "In the future, she will definitely be Mrs. Fujiwara as well."
Kawashima Miki bit her lip tremblingly, her face turning red with anger, staring coldly at the scoundrel with a look of mutual destruction.
"Of course, Miss Miki would be the main wife," Fujiwara Reya added.
"..." Kawashima Miki’s eyes flickered montarily, and after failing to break free, she let out a soft sigh and lowered her face.
The compromise idea always works.
In her heart, Kawashima Miki was conflicted, leaning her body against Fujiwara Reya, shoulder to shoulder. Their joined hands were hidden between their bodies, invisible unless seen up close. As they walked forward, she carefully observed her surroundings, fearing soone would recognize her. Even though no one here knew her, she was still afraid that her willingness to share a man with others would spread.
The three moved with the flow of people, reaching the edge of the stage. On the stage, villagers danced with varying skill levels, but participation counted more. Amidst the lively festival atmosphere, balloons, pinwheels, and colorful candies shimred in the darkness—tonight was a romantic night.
At a stall, Fujiwara Reya bought two fox masks.
The stall owner stared at the two won he was holding hands with, surprised: "Where are the two girls earlier?"
"Is having many won at ho not allowed?" Fujiwara Reya cockily raised an eyebrow.
"Shut up, I’m not your woman!" Kawashima Miki turned her gaze away, her voice slightly lowered, "Let go quickly!"
"Yeah, I’m the one," Natsuki Kuri squinted with a smile, leaning her face forward, "Koriya, help put on the mask, and then I’ll show you my fox form and let you play with my ears and tail."
Fujiwara Reya, initially annoyed by her troubles, imdiately found it delightful.
He pulled her to the bushes nearby to put the fox mask on her. Natsuki Kuri slightly twisted her waist, and a fluffy tail covered in soft long fur erged first, followed by a pair of triangular furry ears protruding from her head.
"Let take a closer look." Fujiwara Reya released Kawashima Miki’s hand, placing his hand on Natsuki Kuri’s shoulder instead.
"Look, just for you." Natsuki Kuri held his arm, her face close as if whispering, "The tail has more uses than just swatting mosquitoes. Want to know more?"
"What else?" Fujiwara Reya reached out to rub her ear.
The texture felt incredibly real, similar to rubbing a dog’s ear, and it would bounce back after being pressed, fun!
"Despite the tail being big, it’s really just lots of fur." Natsuki Kuri lowered her face, her tail swaying left and right, seeming shy yet acting cute as she said, "Moreover, the tail is just as flexible as a hand. As long as it’s oiled and the fur becos solid, it can replace a hand to play gas with you."
"...?" Fujiwara Reya thought, a tail-assisted handjob... is this sothing humans can co up with?
Oh.
She’s no longer human, huh.
Then that’s fine.
"I’m more concerned about whether you have any adverse reactions than new tricks." Fujiwara Reya suddenly beca serious, "Since you’ve done it, it’s useless to bla you. Besides supporting you, I also need to ensure that the will inside you always belongs to Natsuki Kuri, not so Fox Girl."
Kawashima Miki glanced at the two, intending to leave.
"Sit down, you’re not allowed to leave." Fujiwara Reya pressed a hand to her wrist.
"..." Kawashima Miki sighed softly, having no choice but to sit back down with a sense of resignation.
"Sooner or later, the little wife will be tad." Natsuki Kuri smiled alluringly, covering her mouth with a delicate hand while sizing up Kawashima Miki’s figure, "The Mountain God’s Wife’s attire for the Mountain God Festival seems like sothing I, the little aunt, need to head back and make now."
On the surface, she appeared indifferent, but in reality, Kawashima Miki was listening intently.
"It’s not just the clothes, but also the reception of guests, performing groups, and venue decorations... all of which require Kuri’s help to check beforehand."
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