"I’m going back to my room, I don’t want to stay here and get frustrated." Her soft white feet stepped on the carpet, walking towards the lower level of the cabin. Taking a mont when no one was paying attention, she quietly gave Fujiwara Reya a glance, conveying the secret ssage "co down later," which was known only between the two of them.
Fujiwara Reya returned a gentle smile.
"We’re almost there, I’ll go down to steer the boat." Mrs. Hoshimi also left.
Only the three of them were left, and the atmosphere imdiately lightened.
The intense chaotic scene was resolved, and the tension in Fujiwara Reya’s heart finally eased.
As long as the two won didn’t hold him accountable, the pressure he faced when dealing with the upperclassman and underclassman would be much less.
"What should the three of us do?" he asked Kasahara Fumi.
"Read," Kasahara Fumi said, flipping through the book Hoshimi Rinko brought.
"Sister," Fujiwara Reya walked over, snatched the book from her hand, "we should act like we’re on vacation; why don’t we go swimming?"
Kawashima Miki looked at him like he was an idiot: "The boat is still moving."
"Oh, right." Fujiwara Reya returned the book to Kasahara Fumi, helplessly shook his head, then sat back on the sofa, naturally wrapping his arm around Miss Miki’s waist, whispering in her ear: "While we have ti, shall we go back to the room?"
"Stop ssing around, let sleep for a while." Kawashima Miki curled her body in his arms, slowly closing her eyes, "I didn’t sleep well last night, let catch up on sleep."
"Sleep then."
Fujiwara Reya’s hand moved downwards, kneading her firm buttocks.
Miss Miki’s bottom was among the most rounded and perky of all won, the kind you wouldn’t want to give up after experiencing once. Of course, her body was also exquisite, her skin pale and resilient, each inch exuding the fragrance of roses. When touching that skin, the warmth and resilience carried a pollen-like fragrance.
After a while, Kawashima Miki opened her eyes, glaring at him with embarrassnt and anger.
"Here?" Fujiwara Reya asked.
"She’s here..." Kawashima Miki said in an exasperated tone, pointing at Kasahara Fumi.
"Does sister mind?" Fujiwara Reya asked.
"..." Kasahara Fumi looked up from her book, gazing at him directly in the eyes, in a composed tone she said, "I don’t know if I mind, but right now I feel like throwing you into the sea to feed the sharks."
"So you do mind." Fujiwara Reya said.
Kasahara Fumi seed perplexed as she held a handful of her vibrant orange hair and tucked it behind her ear. Her small fair ear erged, its shape exquisite. She closed the book, holding the cover with her palm, her eyes still staring at Fujiwara Reya across the table.
"It’s hard to co up with words to say."
"Whatever it is, I’d like to know what you think, Fumi."
"I think you’re a really good person, and I really like you, but not in a man-woman way," Kasahara Fumi said, then paused a bit like she was embarrassed, "Rationally speaking, when it cos to matters between n and won, I even hate you."
"You’ll start to like later." Fujiwara Reya picked up his water cup and drank so juice.
Kasahara Fumi lightly bit her own lip, asuring so kind of distance with her eyes, then said: "You’re very gentle, and that’s a good thing, but..."
Fujiwara Reya put the cup back on the table without making a sound.
Kasahara Fumi thought for a long ti, eventually just shaking her head, unable to say anything. She took the book and left the cabin to find her sister on the deck.
In the cabin with just the two of them left, Fujiwara Reya held Kawashima Miki’s face with both hands, drawing close to examine her carefully.
Miss Miki’s round face was very attractive, a standard beauty of Eastern charm, with jet-black and lustrous hair, willow eyebrows, almond eyes, a petite nose, pink cherry lips, fair skin... the more he looked, the more joy it brought to his heart. Especially as she had a hidden seductive and enchanting side, this contrast between serenity and wildness was extrely captivating.
Fujiwara Reya thought of sothing amusing: she took a lot of care in slimming down, but she was not fat at all, and "mature" was the most appropriate description for her figure.
Seeing his thoughtful expression, Kawashima Miki gloated and said: "You and Fumi don’t stand a chance."
"Why bring up other won?" Fujiwara Reya pinched her chin, his lips slowly approaching, "She is who she is, and you are you. Just because it’s hopeless with her doesn’t affect our happiness together."
Kawashima Miki resignedly acknowledged: "You’ve got completely in your grasp."
"Hold onto ."
"...Alright."
"Kiss ."
"...Huh?"
In that mont when she instinctively pushed against Fujiwara Reya’s chest, he lowered his head and caught those soft lips.
"...You jerk!"
Kawashima Miki slapped his back and then responded passionately and actively. Her slender hands tightly wrapped around Fujiwara Reya’s waist, imrsed in a mix of intimacy and a touch of feeling slightly violated.
"...During the more than a month I was alone in Tokyo, I thought of you every night. Sotis I was cursing you... I was so foolish, no matter how far apart we were, my feelings for you kept deepening. But being separated all the ti, without even a call from you, made very uneasy... Being alone makes one very vulnerable, you wouldn’t understand. For over twenty years before, I never felt loneliness... So, that feeling is very unpleasant... Ouch, don’t bite !"
Fujiwara Reya released her lips, his hands resting on her shoulders.
"It’s really nice now..." Kawashima Miki buried her head in his chest, "You must always remain strong, intelligent, and gentle... with your sturdy arms, broad chest, and strong Koriya... if Miss Miki ever needs, you must appear at any ti, hold her tightly, stroke her hair, kiss her."
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