The yacht stirred up spiral waves as it sailed across the Pacific Ocean.
At noon, when the wind was calm and the sea was peaceful, after reading for a while, Fujiwara Reya felt a little drowsy. It seed like one of those sumr afternoons when everything had to be abandoned midway, so if that was the case, then nothing should be done at all.
Slipping back from the deck, Fujiwara Reya entered Miss Miki’s room.
The woman napping in the sumr afternoon had a serene face, unaffected by the heat.
Getting closer for a look, he noticed a slight sheen of sweat on her skin. Her belly, holding all kinds of possibilities, gently rose and fell with her breath in sleep, like a sail nurturing a wonderful, full-bodied form.
"Miss Miki." Fujiwara Reya crouched down and leaned forward to scent her delicate nose.
Face to face, their breaths mingled without any barrier.
Feeling a bit ticklish, Kawashima Miki opened her eyes.
Gazes intertwined.
Fujiwara Reya proclaid boastfully, "Just now I resisted temptation, praise quickly."
"Hmm..." Kawashima Miki turned over, making room.
Fujiwara Reya kicked off his shoes and climbed onto the bed, hugging her from behind.
"Let sleep a bit longer..." Kawashima Miki said lazily, lightly patting his restless hands.
Fujiwara Reya did not plan to listen to her.
In less than a minute, her smooth skin flushed with a countryside pink, and tiny beads of sweat appeared like dew on morning leaves.
"Stop it..." Kawashima Miki’s voice sounded tired.
"Yes, ma’am!" Fujiwara Reya said sweetly, but turned her around to face him, allowing himself to admire her body thoroughly.
"Stop acting like a child..."
Kawashima Miki murmured, her eyelashes fluttering before she slowly opened her eyes.
Hugged by Fujiwara Reya, she pushed a few tis without success, feeling awkward as she let him fool around. After a while, sensing things might get serious if it continued, she pushed away Fujiwara Reya’s head and asked, after glancing around the room, "Where’s the little spider?"
"Floating at the stern." Fujiwara Reya had to switch to teasing playfully with his hands.
"How’s it floating?" Kawashima Miki wrapped her arms around his neck and closed her eyes again quietly.
The thing was like a squirrel cheekily tilting its head, used by him for a sweet prank.
"Tied to the ship’s side with spider silk, then surfing on the water surface like gliding." Fujiwara Reya’s throat beca increasingly thirsty, and he crossed his arms to hug her from behind, "Madam, lend a hand."
Feeling his current abundant energy, Kawashima Miki blushed, her eyes shaking involuntarily, "Not now! Let go! Don’t touch! If you dare, I won’t let this go!"
Speaking, she wriggled her body, struggling twice.
"Didn’t say it has to be now..." Fujiwara Reya tightened his arms, refusing to release her.
His neck bent forward, lips nearing her ear, "Besides, we can make do first..."
As warmth entered her ear, Kawashima Miki slowly cald down and flatly responded with a "hmph," then said, "Do as you please, but don’t expect to cooperate."
"Are you sure?"
"... I’ve changed my mind."
"Too late now." Fujiwara Reya chuckled as he held her, then rolled over to sit up.
Kawashima Miki glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.
Showing a blank expression, as if allowing it.
"Not saying anything ans consent, right?" Fujiwara Reya asked with a smile.
His expression was as infuriating as could be, and Kawashima Miki turned her head, looking out the window without a word.
Fujiwara Reya lowered his head and kissed her.
"..." Kawashima Miki instinctively covered her face with her hand, revealing just a little of her lips.
Recalling when they first t, every ti he wanted to kiss her, she’d shyly cover her face, stopping him from reaching her lips. For Fujiwara Reya, it was a mory full of interest. He lowered his head and landed a deep kiss on Miss Miki’s lips...
"Mm... Isn’t it..."
Kawashima Miki was unsure of his intentions now, focused on covering her face, unable to do anything else.
After a long ti, their lips parted.
Fujiwara Reya looked down at her, her blush and disheveled hair exuding a lazy allure stronger than before.
"My lady."
"... What?"
"You’re captivating."
"..." Kawashima Miki was so embarrassed she wished she could disappear, hastily covering her eyes and nose with her hand in a redial manner.
With one hand lost, the front loosened a bit, and Fujiwara Reya had to use both hands to compensate, continuing to push up.
"... Don’t." Kawashima Miki shivered.
"Want to be covered?" Fujiwara Reya asked.
"Yes." Kawashima Miki nodded with her face covered.
"Won’t cover up."
"..."
"I just love seeing you shy, my lady."
"... Spare !" Kawashima Miki said with a trembling voice.
"Or how about a bite..."
"Get lost —!"
With a bang, Fujiwara Reya was kicked off the bed.
"You can’t do those things ahead of ti!" ca Kawashima Miki’s unquestionable voice from under the covers.
Fujiwara Reya stood up, pulling up his pants as he said, "Rember to change Snow Treasure’s swimsuit later, or I’ll do it myself."
"Got it —" Kawashima Miki flung off the covers, covering her chest and glared at him impatiently, "I need to get dressed! Get out of here!"
Fujiwara Reya hesitated at the sight of that enticing body.
Kawashima Miki’s face turned cold, picking up her top to cover herself as she headed for the bathroom.
"I’m coming too." Fujiwara Reya chased after her.
At the bathroom door, he once again embraced Miss Natsumi Ki. Amid her slight struggle, they stumbled into the bathroom, and at the sink, Miss Miki’s small mouth was captured once again, receiving more kisses.
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