"Greetings, Chairman!" Fujiwara Reya imdiately bent over and saluted.
"Still calling Chairman?"
"Greetings, Mother-in-law."
"No need for formalities." Mrs. Kasahara lightly lifted her slender hand in a gesture of grace.
Fujiwara Reya straightened up.
Their eyes t, and they both started laughing.
"I was just about to go find Fukaeri," Fujiwara Reya said.
"I’ve been waiting for you." Mrs. Kasahara’s bright eyes studied him carefully.
The young man in a black suit with a golden crown!
At this mont, he made people feel unprecedentedly reassured.
"What are your plans for tonight?" Mrs. Kasahara asked.
"I have no plans." Fujiwara Reya feigned ignorance.
Mrs. Kasahara gave him a playful kick.
"Ah, okay, okay," Fujiwara Reya quickly raised his hands, "whoever cos first, I’ll go with them... of course, coming together is also fine."
"Can I join?" Mrs. Kasahara playfully tilted her head, looking at him coyly.
"Fukaeri would kill !"
"Do you really think that way?"
"...Did I say that?"
"You bad guy!" Mrs. Kasahara giggled, poking his chest with her delicate fingers.
Her fair fingertips were as tender as the heart of a lily, seemingly fragrant at a close sniff.
Fujiwara Reya laughed as he dodged, glancing at the door ahead: "We’re here."
"Wait a mont, I’ll go in first, then you knock. Rember, when you co in, act like you just realized I’m here..." Mrs. Kasahara winked mischievously at him, then lifted her skirt and dashed into the room.
Her noble beauty left Fujiwara Reya’s thoughts wandering aimlessly.
Such an esteed woman, who could be both salty and sweet; she had both a charming and lively side; sotis she was unattainable, sotis like a cuddly bird, acting cute and coy with no difficulty at all, and she was also strikingly beautiful...
At this mont, Fujiwara Reya finally understood one thing.
Why, after embracing the Great God, he felt a kind of emptiness, as if fulfilling a long-held dream, without any excitent or further thoughts... It turned out the so-called supre Great God’s charm, in his eyes, wasn’t even close to a toe of Chairman Kasahara!
Standing at the door for a while, Fujiwara Reya knocked on the door.
"Co in."
It was Mrs. Kasahara’s voice.
He pushed the door open.
Without even stepping inside.
A soft "whoosh" sound was heard.
In the fragrant air, pink petals leisurely drifted toward his face.
Fujiwara Reya instinctively closed his eyes.
When he sensed the petals had all fallen, he reopened his eyes.
Amidst the tender petals on the floor, he saw Mrs. Kasahara looking at him with a sly smile, barefoot.
Recalling the earlier agreent, Fujiwara Reya exclaid in surprise, "Chairman, how co you’re here?"
"Am I not allowed here?" Mrs. Kasahara smiled as bright as flowers.
"Of course, it’s just..."
Before Fujiwara Reya could finish, she gently raised her hand to interrupt him.
Her soft lips blew, and out of nowhere, petals floated down toward his face.
At this magnificent, dreamlike mont, Fujiwara Reya seed to see a fairy... The fairy’s na was Kasahara Asuka, right, it was the junior... The gesture of blowing petals onto his face, the junior had done it, proving they truly were mother and daughter.
"Don’t just stand there blankly." Mrs. Kasahara’s fair, tender hands grabbed his collar, pulling him into the room. As she led him inside, she bead at him, saying, "Since you married my daughter, I’m now your mother-in-law. From now on, you must obey entirely, even if I ask you to lick my toes, you mustn’t refuse..."
"Alright, alright!"
Fujiwara Reya readily agreed to everything.
Passing through a beaded curtain, inside the spacious bath, he saw Kasahara Fumi. Her entire body was subrged in the hot spring water, not even her mouth was visible. Only the tip of her nose protruded, with bubbles popping on the water’s surface.
"You’re terrible!" Fujiwara Reya said, turning his head.
"How dare you insult ?" Mrs. Kasahara’s lips curled into a subtle, ambiguous smile, ambiguous if it was a grin or a smirk.
Fujiwara Reya observed her ageless face, her clear yet amorous eyes.
"As Chairman, you really shouldn’t do this, letting your daughter soak in the water while you still wear your..."
"I’ll strangle you, you little rascal!"
"Cough cough, I’m sorry—"
"What!"
Mrs. Kasahara growled fiercely, still exerting effort.
"I wasn’t speaking about you, cough cough, help, about to die from the Mountain God..."
Mrs. Kasahara pursed her lips, taking on a disdainful but stunning expression.
"Get down there!" She lifted her foot, directly kicking her son-in-law into the bath, then turned to glare at her daughter: "Make him scrub your back. If it’s not clean, I’ll strike him with thunder."
"..."
Kasahara Fumi turned her mouth downward, nearly on the verge of tears.
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