October arrived as promised.
After the shower, the sky cleared up.
The cawing of crows, mixed with the sunlight pouring through the curtains, made its way into his senses.
"Ah~"
Fujiwara Reya yawned as he opened his eyes from bed.
His ever-sharper hearing faintly caught the sound of bicycles in the distance, people talking, weather forecasts on the radio, and even possibly the sound of bread being burnt. But of course, the sound that made him the happiest was the breathing of his young and beautiful wife snuggled closely, sleeping soundly next to him.
With a little effort from his hand,
the unclothed Mrs. Miki was pulled into his embrace.
Kawashima Miki’s eyelids fluttered lightly twice.
She seed to be awake, but she didn’t open her eyes.
"Wake up, my dear..." Fujiwara Reya hugged her waist, burying his face in her silky hair, "The surgery was very successful, you’ve beco a boy now."
Kawashima Miki imdiately opened her eyes.
Instinctively, she touched her upper body and lower body with both hands, checking the crucial parts.
"Phew~"
She breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, glaring at Fujiwara Reya with a strong morning grumpiness, she struggled out of his embrace, sitting up to rub her eyes drowsily and then sniffing as she gazed outside the window.
Today was a bright autumn day, with the vivid morning light washing over every corner of the world.
"Such nice weather shouldn’t be wasted." Fujiwara Reya gave a tug.
Kawashima Miki fell into his arms with the pull, and couldn’t help but let a little smile curl at the corner of her mouth.
Fujiwara Reya’s fingertips slowly traced along the groove of her spine.
She slightly lifted her gaze, her round face looking charmingly coy, remaining silent as she just smiled.
Just waking up, her delicate and stunning oval face with lips like flower buds was very tempting. Fujiwara Reya leaned over to kiss her, and Kawashima Miki dotingly pressed his head onto the pillow, then leaned down to give him a kiss.
She lightly bumped her forehead against Fujiwara Reya’s forehead.
"How can you be so energetic this early in the morning?"
"Reporting to madam, the recovery is going well. The energy bar is already fully charged, ready to launch at any ti!" Fujiwara Reya said, pecking her rosy lips again.
"Ah!"
Kawashima Miki feigned surprise with a small exclamation.
Then she seed to lose all her strength, limply clinging to him, acting spoilt: "You big anie!"
Fujiwara Reya hugged her tightly, his lips against her rose-scented black hair: "Today is Sunday, can we just laze in bed all day?"
Being embraced by the broad chest of the young man, the lingering sensation was still swirling inside Kawashima Miki, leaving her body languid and with a feeling like floating with the waves,
"Alas, that’s not possible..." she sighed lazily, propping herself up on Fujiwara Reya to sit up.
"Do you have anything to do?" Fujiwara Reya asked.
"Today’s the start of the month, and Onmyo-ryo has a eting. As the acting director, how can Asakusa Shrine have no one attending?" Kawashima Miki looked at him fondly yet accusingly.
Fujiwara Reya instantly clamped his mouth shut.
"Why aren’t you saying anything?" Kawashima Miki asked, smiling sweetly.
At this mont, she was stark naked, her snow-white, voluptuous features drawing Fujiwara Reya’s gaze up high. Her jet-black hair cascaded down her shoulders and back like a waterfall, while her slender waist and alluring lips... Fujiwara Reya simply watched, saying nothing.
"Are you afraid I’ll kick you out to attend the eting?" Kawashima Miki asked teasingly.
With eyes full of love and allure looking at her little husband, she raised her snow-white arm, tying up her hair into a ponytail with a hairband taken from the bedside table. Because of the arm movent, Mount Fuji appeared all the more majestic.
"I’m not afraid at all. For my wife, I can do anything." Fujiwara Reya said earnestly.
Kawashima Miki rolled her eyes at him.
"Knowing you hate crowded places, I’ll go attend it for you. You just wait at ho obediently for ."
After tying up her hair, her lazy allure diminished slightly, but she gained a few points in vibrant neatness. Fujiwara Reya felt a wave of emotion in his heart, pulling her into a tight hug: "Marrying Mrs. Miki is the greatest blessing of my life."
"You’re just lucky!"
Kawashima Miki’s expression was filled with pride.
After the two tangled a bit on the bed, she sat in front of the mirror to brush her hair, her back curve elegantly alluring.
"Bring that piece of clothing." she said.
"Which one do you want?"
"Anything’s fine, I still need to wash up later. Just sothing to cover up while at ho."
Fujiwara Reya casually picked up the bathrobe that had fallen on the floor, draping it over her back. After Kawashima Miki put on the bathrobe by spreading her arms, she turned to face him and pulled open the robe’s collar, revealing her snow-white delicate collarbone.
"Giving you one last look, let you drool over it." she said sweetly.
Fujiwara Reya hugged her from behind, kissing her soft earlobe: "Since there’s still ti, I’ll just deal with you before we talk more!"
"Don’t ss around, I’m in a rush to go out..." Kawashima Miki, ticklish, scrunched her shoulders as she pushed his face away, "I need to go to Kamakura. If you keep bothering , we’ll be late..."
"Kamakura?"
"Yes, to Hachiman Shrine, where Chairman Hoshimi is..."
"Let go!"
"Eh?"
Kawashima Miki snapped her head back, glaring at him with a dangerous look.
"I’m worried about Mrs. Miki being worn out. Let handle this long-distance eting." Fujiwara Reya said considerately, planting a kiss on her soft cheek, "The Mountain God loves you."
Kawashima Miki laughed coldly.
Monts later, the room echoed with a bloodcurdling cry.
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Exiting the room, Fujiwara Reya limped his way downstairs.
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