The fragnted evening glow filled the sky like fish scales.
A little after three o’clock, Kasahara Fumi arrived at Asakusa Shrine in her sleek autumn attire. Her orange hair was casually tied up, and with sunglasses on, she looked stylish and charming.
Kawashima Miki wore a simple white shirt and black trousers.
With a delicately made-up oval face, she exuded a strangely captivating allure.
Fujiwara Reya helped her stuff the luggage into the trunk, laughing as he asked, "Hey, beauty, have you seen my Mrs. Miki?"
Kawashima Miki paused for a mont, then kicked over unceremoniously, "Go to hell."
"Haha~" Fujiwara Reya laughed and dodged into the back seat.
Sitting in the back seat was Yukino Ritsuko, dressed as casually as ever.
Her long dress was flowing, elegant, and tranquil, with tiny gold earrings hanging from her glistening ears, adding a touch of maturity.
After Kawashima Miki sat in the front passenger seat, Kasahara Fumi drove towards Yokohama Cruise Pier.
An hour later, they reached their destination.
On the sea, rippling with evening glow, a white, super-sized cruise ship was docked at the pier.
Countless fleets headed towards this side, Fujiwara Reya casually glanced around, spotting many celebrities often seen on TV. People from both the political and business worlds were there, even many Kanto Directors from the Onmyo-ryo had co.
One thing must be ntioned.
The Natsuki Consortium is one of the current top five consortiums, with total assets exceeding 30 trillion yen.
Receiving an invitation from such a major consortium is irresistible.
As he stepped onto the deck, just about to enter the cabin, a burst of exclamation suddenly ca from below. Out of curiosity, Fujiwara Reya looked back.
The mont he saw the newcor, his eyes froze.
Erging from the imposing and luxurious Cullinan was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl with brilliant orange hair, wearing a pristine, lavish long dress, with a deanor as noble as a princess in a movie. Accompanying her was a stunning, voluptuous middle-aged lady.
The n looking at this mother and daughter all had a dazed expression, their gazes fervent.
?
They ca too?
Fujiwara Reya suddenly felt a bit uneasy.
He quickly scanned towards the pier’s entrance, and sure enough, his senpai’s car was also driving in.
"What are you looking at?" Kasahara Fumi asked.
Just as she was about to turn her head, Fujiwara Reya grabbed her hand and led her into the cabin, "It’s soone I’ve seen on TV before, just seed familiar, so I took a few more glances."
Kasahara Fumi did not doubt.
She always trusted Fujiwara Reya, unaware that this mischievous subordinate was worried that if she saw his mother and sister, she wouldn’t give him a chance to take advantage, hence his urgency to hurry her away.
"Surely it’s a woman." Kawashima Miki confidently said.
Yukino Ritsuko silently nodded.
Fujiwara Reya opened his mouth, paused for two seconds, and suddenly didn’t want to speak anymore.
He gazed sincerely at Kasahara Fumi.
Kasahara Fumi sighed helplessly, stepping forward with her slender legs under the autumn dress, walking on the red carpet towards her room.
"Didn’t you say she likes you more?" Kawashima Miki’s lips curled.
"Everything takes ti." Fujiwara Reya hugged her waist playfully, "Besides, on the matter of liking , if Mrs. Miki claims first place, no one dares to claim second."
"Who likes a pest like you!" Kawashima Miki lightly tapped the back of his head.
Her eyebrows and eyes were as picturesque, full of elegance, yet there was a touch of naïve charm in every gesture, truly a natural enchantress.
"...Mrs. is truly impressive." Fujiwara Reya whispered to her.
Kawashima Miki thrust out her ample chest, boasting, "I was born this cute."
Seeing her proud deanor, Yukino Ritsuko couldn’t help but chuckle softly.
"Ah, Little Xue, let’s spend tonight together!" Kawashima Miki suddenly pushed Fujiwara Reya aside, excitedly hugged Yukino Ritsuko, and gave her a bottle of facial cleanser.
"Let go of , mm—mm!"
Fujiwara Reya dragged their suitcase, watching from behind.
He had the deepest appreciation for Mrs. Miki’s figure, not only large but also soft and elastic, ready to change shape based on what burrows in. Being smothered by her, one could hardly breathe; poor Mrs. Riho...
Returning to his room, Fujiwara Reya called for so food.
He picked a soda bottle from the minibar and turned on the TV, casually watching a cody.
His mind wasn’t on the TV.
He tried to contact his aunt, but she completely ignored him.
This wicked woman is too much!
He must spank her in the future!
In the spacious and luxurious room, Fujiwara Reya pondered all sorts of things while listening to the TV. Natsuki Kuri had always been hard to figure out, and her cruise plan this ti might be to enjoy ice cream while watching him suffer in a chaotic scene, or perhaps to eliminate all won in this country to monopolize him alone.
However...
Who cares!
No matter how formidable, hasn’t she been bullied by him since childhood?
After setting the suitcase in place, as night fell, the cruise ship officially set sail.
Fujiwara Reya stepped out of his room, wandering through various areas of the ship.
Apart from the guest room area, the entire cruise ship had five more layers of space, not lacking any facilities like cinemas, casinos, and swimming pools, each level having its own restaurant and banquet hall, with varying decor styles. The largest banquet hall on the first floor was in a French court style, hosting a play inside; the second floor was Japanese style, with many geishas gracefully dancing on a stage set over water, playing and singing waka; the third floor had a wild Brazilian style, with scantily clad modern won flaunting their perfect bodies.
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