"Three minutes!" Kasahara Fumi nudged him.
...It was her first ti experiencing the sensation of being held tightly by a man, feeling his broad chest and a faint sweat sll under the sumr sun, while exchanging it with her own enchanting fragrance. The feeling had a great allure, and she was almost dizzy from it.
The sumr breeze lifted her hair, exposing her flushed little ears.
Despite her shyness, she still maintained an image of noble restraint, displaying an unprecedented vivid charm.
For Sister Fukaeri like this, Fujiwara Reya couldn’t help but sigh — beauty is governed by so mysterious law, and only won can find various ways to express their own beauty.
"Oh my, so rare..." Kawashima Miki leaned over, teasing her with a aningful tone, "Officer Fukaeri, so you are a woman who looks brave and bold but is timid at heart."
Kasahara Fumi imdiately stepped heavily on Fujiwara Reya’s foot.
"Ouch—"
"She’s mocking you, why take it out on ..."
Fujiwara Reya reluctantly let go.
If it weren’t for the important matters tonight, he surely would have held on without letting go.
With the purification ritual completed, they exited through the back gate of the shrine and saw the Yamaguchi.
On both sides of the narrow path, clusters of mountain lilies swayed in the wind, blooming across the hills.
On the southern slope, stood many quaint and cozy houses. The thatch higher than a person covered the paths of the forest tightly, and the sound of the thatch rubbing against the branches sounded like the mountains gently rumbling.
"It rained a few days ago, the mountain paths are slippery, watch your step," Fujiwara Reya reminded them while picking up a branch and swinging it along the grass on both sides.
"What’s that you’re doing?" Kawashima Miki asked puzzled.
"Scaring snakes away."
"...You’re the Mountain God!" Kawashima Miki seed choked by his childish behavior.
"Just kidding." Fujiwara Reya laughed, turning to them, "As a man, it’s natural to be interested in sticks and the like, it’s perfectly normal to get an itch to pick one up when you see it."
"...Boring!" Kawashima Miki glared at him as if she couldn’t stand it.
Kasahara Fumi suddenly rembered, at the ancient temple renovation site on the back mountain, he did the sa thing. At that ti, he even selected a branch for her, saying he wanted to have a swordsmanship match with her. It was so funny... No, she had to hold it in!
Moving along the edge of the canyon, soon enough, they officially entered the range of the Mountain Temple.
Ahead was a large area of red pine trees, their trunks flashing a gem-like luster under the midday sun.
Perhaps it was psychological, but in Kawashima Miki’s eyes, the trees, grasses, low bamboo thickets, and the densely woven sunlight all appeared noble and clean. She could even see a fresh pile of soil at the root of a cedar tree, with a transparent bird pecking at worms.
As they walked, Kawashima Miki suddenly ran ahead to block Fujiwara Reya.
She hooked her arms around Fujiwara Reya’s neck, saying nothing, just tilting her head and smiling as she gazed at him.
"Is there sothing you want to do?" Fujiwara Reya asked.
Kawashima Miki remained silent.
Right now, she felt a strange sensation.
The ground beneath her feet was the sacred mountain, the godly mountain.
She was standing on this throne of the gods, and the god was the Mountain God, who was about to beco her husband... Warm emotions surged in Kawashima Miki’s heart, her throat felt a bit itchy. Her mind was filled with all sorts of fantasies, and she wished they could all co true right now.
"Fukaeri is watching," Fujiwara Reya removed her hands.
"Hm~"
Kawashima Miki pouted, giving a little shake of her head.
Her intentions were clear, she wouldn’t be satisfied without at least a kiss.
"What a silent beauty!" Fujiwara Reya wrapped his arms around her shoulders and fell onto the grass at the roadside, pressing her down, "Let them watch, you’re all mine anyway."
"Hehe~"
Kawashima Miki smiled, kicking off her high heels with a flick.
Then she wrapped her arms around Fujiwara Reya’s neck, her lips slightly parted, forming a small opening.
Looking at the face with carefully chosen delicate lines, Fujiwara Reya leaned in for a light kiss. Their lips touched sweetly, a gentle contact before their lips parted again, as he looked back at her face.
Kawashima Miki’s eyes were closed, her chest gently rising and falling.
At this mont, she was indeed as beautiful as a dream, sweetly and gently nestled in his embrace, eyes closed waiting for a kiss.
Soon, Fujiwara Reya leaned in for another kiss, this ti a passionate one that lasted a long ti without letting go.
"..." Kasahara Fumi was stuck in an awkward spot, neither leaving nor watching, feeling utterly bored, she could only stare at the small butterflies and grasshoppers in the grass absentmindedly.
After a long while, she heard Kawashima Miki hum with satisfaction, turning to look over. She saw the Spider Empress with her eyes closed, pink tongue lightly licking her lips in reminiscence, exuding a natural allure that was truly deserving of the title male seductress.
"Ti to get up." Fujiwara Reya tugged at her arm.
"No!" Kawashima Miki directly took her high heels in her hand, then spread her arms, "Carry your wife ho."
"Don’t be ridiculous." This ti it was Fujiwara Reya’s turn to scold her.
"And you can be ridiculous?" Kawashima Miki retorted defiantly.
"When did I get ridiculous?"
"If it wasn’t ridiculous then why were you kissing here?"
"I was just trying to cheer you up!" Fujiwara Reya explained.
Kasahara Fumi nodded.
Clearly, this ti she sided with Fujiwara Reya.
"Fukaeri, don’t listen to his excuses." Kawashima Miki quickly turned her head, complaining as if to tell on him: "Just now he had a physiological reaction, and it was quite energetic."
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