At sunset.
The evening glow was as crimson as blood, enveloping the sky.
Looking out from the room, the sunset resembled the magnificent gown of Amaterasu, with the sea as her trailing hem.
However, reality wasn’t as beautiful.
Fujiwara Reya noticed that the wind and waves were exaggeratedly strong, accompanied by howling sounds.
The fierce wind carried a whine like that of a flute, coming from the sea and the sky.
"Get up!" Kawashima Miki’s small foot kicked at the weight of Fujiwara Reya on her, "I need to change into my gown."
Fujiwara Reya kissed her foot: "I’ll help you dress."
"Get lost!" Kawashima Miki stepped on his face.
The gown on Yukino Ritsuko was also ssed up and wrinkled, needing to be taken off and ironed again.
"I’ll go wait for you in the banquet hall." Fujiwara Reya headed toward the door.
The two ladies had no objections.
After leaving the room, he slipped directly into Kasahara Fumi’s room.
Mrs. Kasahara, already changed into her gown, was watching the sea by the window.
A long black fitted gown that reached the floor, black high heels. Her hair was elegantly pinned up, a slender gold necklace adorned her creamy, long neck. The sleeveless, open-neck design revealed her fair and rounded shoulders, and her hands were adorned with matching lace gloves.
Noble and beautiful, with a touch of mysterious allure, it was her consistent queen of the night style.
"Where’s Fukaeri?" Fujiwara Reya looked around.
"Doesn’t Mom deserve a few more glances from you?" Mrs. Kasahara unhappily reached out to tousle his hair.
Fujiwara Reya looked down: "I’m afraid if I look too much, sothing might happen."
In the V-shaped neckline, a deep chasm was outlined by the elevated sides, the strikingly white curves wrapped in elastic fabric appeared even more magnificent.
"Even looking at Mom, you have indecent thoughts?" Mrs. Kasahara’s fingers gently poked his temple.
Fujiwara Reya grabbed her hand: "It’s Mom who has indecent... towards the son-in-law..."
Before he finished speaking, he felt a chill behind him.
Turning around, he saw Kasahara Fumi, dressed in full attire, leaning against the bathroom door watching him.
Her furrowed brows made her look both beautiful and pitiful.
Fujiwara Reya quickly let go of Mom’s hand and walked towards Daughter: "I ca to find you, just happened to run into her."
"He just held my hand," Mrs. Kasahara teased with a bewitching smile unique to young wives, "If you’d co out a bit later, Mom would have been devoured by the bad man."
"Do you believe it?" Fujiwara Reya seriously asked Fukaeri.
Kasahara Fumi rubbed her brow.
In this situation, no matter whom she believes, it seems inappropriate.
Mrs. Kasahara was amused by her eldest daughter’s troubled look and laughed happily. Seeing her daughter’s sash wasn’t tied properly, she said: "Let Mr. Fujiwara tie your sash."
"Here you go." Kasahara Fumi handed over the sash and turned to face the mirror.
She wore a gorgeous red long dress.
At the chest and sleeve openings, there were beautifully pleated gold details; the skirt’s hem puffed out, enough to hide a person underneath. The perfect and graceful curves of her upper body were accentuated wonderfully, a small slice of bright, white back exposed to the air, and her hair elegantly pinned at the back of her head.
At this mont, Kasahara Fumi was so opulently dazzling.
Fujiwara Reya held the sash and approached her from behind.
The familiar back, the familiar noble fragrance, made him instinctively reach out to embrace her slender waist.
The gown felt delicate and smooth.
Mrs. Kasahara let out a teasing sound.
Kasahara Fumi’s eyes showed icy intent.
With a flash of cold light, her sharp nails were placed on Fujiwara Reya’s brow.
"Let go," she said coldly.
Fujiwara Reya didn’t let go; instead, he slowly lowered his head, placing his chin comfortably on her shoulder.
Feeling the fiery temperature of Mrs. Fukaeri’s body, he seed to be embracing the sun, almost lting from the heat.
Kasahara Fumi poked his brow hard with her fingertip, warning him with her eyes.
Fujiwara Reya relied on the presence of his mother-in-law, knowing she wouldn’t resist too much, so he held her tightly.
Kasahara Fumi kept a stern face.
She seed a bit angry, yet helpless.
After a while, she sighed and said, "Since you won’t let go, just hold all night; we won’t go to any ball tonight."
"I think that’s good too, spending the night here with you and Chairman Kasahara," Fujiwara Reya enjoyed her warmth, savoring the fragrance of her hair.
Kasahara Fumi nudged him with her elbow, indicating not to include her mother.
"I don’t mind, you know," Mrs. Kasahara said generously.
Kasahara Fumi looked expressionlessly at her mother.
"Does Fukaeri want to kick Mom out to sleep in the hallway?" Mrs. Kasahara said ambiguously, her slender fingers gently brushing over her dress-covered body.
Fujiwara Reya’s gaze was naturally drawn over.
Kasahara Fumi tugged at his ear, pulling his attention back: "What are you looking at? Tie the sash!"
"I’ll go out first, won’t disturb you," Mrs. Kasahara chuckled as she exited.
Under the black gown, her round, perky hips swayed nicely.
Upon reaching the door, she suddenly turned back, arms crossed, casting a disdainful look down at Fujiwara Reya: "The honored mother senses a very indecent gaze. Whose could it be?"
Yes, yes, yes!
It’s , it’s mine!
Queen, co and punish !
These words Fujiwara Reya didn’t dare to utter, he just coughed quietly, then said to Fukaeri: "I don’t know her."
Kasahara Fumi’s white, slender fingertips kept tugging at his ear.
His hand remained unmoved on her.
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