Fujiwara Reya fell into deep thought.
It seems that Miss Miki is completely infatuated, feeling restless and uneasy just a little over a month apart. In the intimate words spoken, there is a certain trust and sweet closeness... perhaps because she beca more dependent on him after spiritually connecting with the little spider. Fujiwara Reya didn’t consider this a bad thing, as in front of Miss Miki, he too had a subtle desire, always wanting to deliberately display a rugged masculinity to prove his strength... sothing he wouldn’t do in front of other won.
Miss Miki is worth it.
She’s beautiful, sexy, assertive in public, and charmingly shy in private.
As for Fujiwara Reya’s preferences, she is an ideal match for his type.
Additionally, there’s an interesting thing, she possesses a keen awareness of Fujiwara Reya’s physical changes, knowing when he needs sothing and when he doesn’t, understanding precisely where to progress and where to stop—whether in everyday life or during intimate monts, she makes Fujiwara Reya feel as comfortable and pleasant as flying first class on an airplane... Fujiwara Reya believed: once they beco a real couple, her beauty will bloom even more splendidly.
After a while, Kawashima Miki fell asleep with her eyes closed.
Fujiwara Reya carried her back to the room and placed her on the bed. Although the thick curtains were closed, her silhouette was still clearly visible in the dim light, the smooth curve of her back and buttocks subtly revealed as she lay slightly curled.
"I’m going to see the director." Fujiwara Reya patted her cheek and turned to Mrs. Kasahara’s room next door.
He opened the door to find Mrs. Kasahara sound asleep under a light blanket.
Only her head erged from the covers, with her hair fanned out beautifully on the pillow. Beneath the bed, her discarded baseball jersey and jeans lay in a ssy pile, seemingly suggesting sothing.
The sun was strong today, and the sea breeze knocked aggressively against the glass windows, making irritating noises.
"I’ve arrived." Fujiwara Reya sat down directly next to the bed.
Mrs. Kasahara opened her eyes and used her toes to nudge his thigh: "Clean up here first, then we can talk."
"What a strange punishnt..." Fujiwara Reya muttered, fetching a broom and cloth, sweeping the floor clean and wiping each table and chair. He sprayed the window glass with a cleaner and wiped it clean.
"You have a great physique," Mrs. Kasahara said, lying on the bed.
"I work out often."
"What kind of exercise?"
"Running, swimming, and occasionally hitting the gym."
"Those are all solitary exercises."
"What kind of exercise isn’t solitary?"
"Why are you so dense right now?" Mrs. Kasahara patted the empty space beside her in frustration, "Co lie down, I’ll teach you what a non-solitary exercise for two is."
"..."
Fujiwara Reya moved closer, squatting by the bedside.
As he looked straight into her eyes, he sensed amusent in them, the kind of fun older won have when teasing a child.
"Are you starstruck?" Mrs. Kasahara reached out with her hand and gently patted him on the shoulder, "You have a bad look in your eyes when you stare at your mother-in-law. Are you plotting sothing naughty? Here we are by the sea, with no escape for us weak won, you wouldn’t lose control of your beastly urges, would you?"
"Weak won?" Fujiwara Reya questioned.
"Yes, very weak," Mrs. Kasahara said, covering her chest with both hands and looking at him with a pitiful expression, "Without Mr. Fujiwara’s protection, Hiko wouldn’t have the ability to live in this world."
Alright.
Fujiwara Reya believed it.
This woman, who could pin him to the ground, in certain circumstances, was indeed a weak woman.
"Fujiwara," Mrs. Kasahara curled up slightly, "I know you have a thing for legs, but at least... please don’t stare when no one’s around, or it’ll make feel uneasy."
As she spoke, a pink tongue flickered between her lips, and from beneath the towel, a bathrobe tie peeked out.
Fujiwara Reya’s gaze instinctively lowered.
Outside the blanket, a white, small foot drew back, and at that mont, those slender, beautiful feet appeared cunningly white, as if revealing her own secrets.
He wondered how they compared to the feet of his junior.
Ah!
No!
This is an elder!
Fujiwara Reya withdrew his gaze and asked seriously, "What did the director want to see for?"
Mrs. Kasahara slightly retracted her neck, still twisting her mouth, studied him from top to bottom for a long while, then said in a soft voice, "Hiko is so enamored with you, yet you always hide and deceive him, don’t you feel guilty?"
"No," Fujiwara Reya answered confidently.
"Hmph!"
Mrs. Kasahara imdiately pouted, stuffing her entire face into the blanket.
After about two minutes, she revealed a glimpse of her eyes again, her charming, amorous gaze fixed on him: "I want you to apply sunscreen on Hiko."
"Is that all?" Fujiwara Reya asked.
"Isn’t that enough!" Mrs. Kasahara angrily pinched his nose.
"Not enough," Fujiwara Reya said in a muffled voice.
"...I’ll make you dinner for a month."
"What else?"
"Tell you bedti stories for a month..."
"No need for that."
"...What do you want from Hiko?" Mrs. Kasahara asked pitifully.
Her usual noble and beautiful self now showed a pitiable side of a little woman, truly enchanting in deanor.
"I want the director to help beco stronger!" Fujiwara Reya smiled.
"Stronger?"
"If I’m not strong, I’ll be devoured, especially a beautiful boy like ."
"...Better to give Hiko than let soone else take advantage."
"Alright, I’ll talk to Asuka, and maybe you can call her sister from now on."
"Ugh! You’re so annoying—" Mrs. Kasahara laughed prettily, her hand covering her mouth, "Alright, alright, I won’t tease you anymore. I will try my best to help you, but there are two conditions. One: I want to know your secrets as much as possible. Two: You have to engage with my two daughters, respecting their wishes."
"And you?" Fujiwara Reya asked, "Will you also engage with , respecting my wishes?"
"Of course!" Mrs. Kasahara confird, gently patting his cheek with her palm, "Being honest and sincere, and cooperating deeply... Also, Hiko admires Brother Fujiwara the most."
"Lies!"
"Well, that’s the truth..." Mrs. Kasahara’s smile deepened.
"Once a relationship between a man and a woman starts, it’s not easy to stop." Fujiwara Reya patted her cheek in return and then turned around with a satisfied look, "You can ask Fukaeri about . If she doesn’t say, I’ll tell you in a year. Of course, the condition is that you let apply sunscreen this afternoon."
"Oh——"
The interjection from Mrs. Kasahara was filled with admiration.
"This little guy understands too well, will there co a day he’ll get the better of ..." She lifted her hand to rub her forehead, her slender wrist erging from her sleeve, exuding a soft and graceful joint that evoked the fatigue of late sumr.
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