Kasahara Fumi was quite nervous.
She was afraid that Fujiwara Reya might burst in at this mont, discovering her mother here, and mistakenly believe she had broken her promise.
Due to her nervousness, coupled with the high midday temperature, her body was heating up excessively. Sweat beads erged on her skin, the mix of sweat and perfu fragrance wafting through the room.
"Do you need sothing?" Kasahara Fumi asked towards the door.
"Oh, nothing major, just wanted you to get ready, take a bath, change clothes or sothing, we’re going to play in the courtyard."
"I don’t want to go..."
"Everyone’s gone, won’t you be bored staying ho alone?"
"I don’t..."
Just as Kasahara Fumi was about to continue refusing, Mrs. Kasahara pinched her waist. So she had to change her mind: "Alright, wait a mont."
"Looking forward to it!"
The young boy outside the door chuckled and then left.
The now quiet room echoed with the sound of silk being untied.
"Mother?"
"Why are you still standing there? Take a bath and change clothes."
"...He’s inviting , Mother, you don’t need to."
"Ha!" Mrs. Kasahara placed her hands on her hips and glared at her daughter angrily: "Now that you have a husband, you’re afraid of your mother tagging along and disturbing you, aren’t you?"
"No, it’s not like that...I, uh,..."
Kasahara Fumi’s expression of being wrongly accused yet not knowing how to defend herself was truly innocent and adorable.
"Alright, I was just teasing you." Mrs. Kasahara moved a hand behind her to untie her belt, a teasing smile on her lips, "Go et with him, I’ll find a place to cool down, nothing to worry about."
Could Kasahara Fumi refuse?
She couldn’t!
Moreover, what worried her more was that her current mother was a woman without any shyness, indulging in a vulgar pleasure. The high-and-mighty chairman smiled gently, her parted lips revealing sharp white teeth, as if preparing for the hunt.
After undressing, Mrs. Kasahara’s body was like a white porcelain vase, full and round.
Her skin was delicate, smooth, emanating the scent of late sumr.
Despite being sowhat full-bodied herself, Kasahara Fumi seed slightly thin in comparison to her. Once in the bath, mother and daughter pressed close together, Mrs. Kasahara comfortably holding her daughter’s waist, looking at her smooth and soft body.
Kasahara Fumi felt a bit shy under the gaze and couldn’t help slipping into the water.
Although her figure wasn’t bad, young and energetic with enough elasticity, she couldn’t help but feel in her mother’s presence that she had flaws that needed improvent.
"No need to worry," Mrs. Kasahara reassured her bluntly, "Your husband will make you look even better."
"..." Kasahara Fumi blushed deeply.
If anyone else talked to her about such a topic, she would’ve punched them long ago.
The mother was akin to late sumr, the daughter akin to early sumr.
Their dormant bodies, like a beautiful flower bed, needed the careful cultivation and attention of a young gardener to truly bloom.
Mrs. Kasahara couldn’t help but touch her daughter.
"Ah—" Kasahara Fumi jumped up in fright.
"So envious..." Mrs. Kasahara laughed, shaking her hair. Her long black hair, falling lazily on the water, was like a bird’s tired wings.
She lay her bare shoulders and arms across the edge of the bath, her cheek pressed against it.
The warm spring water ward her skin, still very elastic... Mrs. Kasahara murmured to herself: What a waste! This supple skin still bears the traces of youth, an overabundance of vitality, such a waste.
"What is Mother talking about?" Kasahara Fumi asked.
"Oh, I said it’s about ti, we should go out." Mrs. Kasahara stood up, stepping out of the bath. Hot water slid slowly down her skin, ticklish like a gentle lick. From her shoulder to her thigh, it flowed down bit by bit, akin to a delicate caress.
Hmm.
The lonely middle-aged woman, that’s how it is.
Mrs. Kasahara gathered her hair up, twisting it up and securing it with a comb.
Facing the mirror, she no longer sighed, but instead suddenly smiled.
Beside her, Kasahara Fumi watched her carefully grooming and dressing herself, her detailed eyes revealing a hint of longing for the future...
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In the afternoon, Yukino Ritsuko arrived at the guest accommodation area in the courtyard, finding the group from Furukawa Conference Hall.
"Sister Yukino!"
From a distance, Kitagawa Ryoko rushed over.
But she stopped short.
Next, the girl tilted her head, blinked, and saw Fujiwara Reya in her line of sight.
Just as Fujiwara Reya was about to greet her, he saw the girl puff her cheeks, then pulling down her eyelids with both hands, stuck out her tongue and made a face at him before grabbing Yukino Ritsuko’s hand and forcefully pushing her forward.
"Sister Yukino, where did you go last night?"
"Uh...I was with Mr. Fujiwara."
"What?"
"Co on, don’t look so distressed."
"Sister Yukino...you, you two..."
Yukino Ritsuko smiled and nodded.
Kitagawa Ryoko’s nose turned sour: "Did you two really confess to each other last night?"
"Uh, well..." Yukino Ritsuko didn’t know how to respond, probably to avoid further hurting the young girl’s feelings, she then smiled, "Yes, we confessed."
As they walked through the forest, the clear morning sunlight filtered through the branches of the old trees, casting striped shadows. When Kitagawa Ryoko looked over, she could see the gentle, lingering smile on Yukino Ritsuko’s face.
Having spent so much ti together, she naturally understood that Sister Yukino was serious now.
Realizing she was about to beco the loser in love, the girl suddenly turned her head, glared viciously at Fujiwara Reya: "Scumbag, don’t get too cocky too soon! I’m telling you, Ryoko won’t give up—"
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