"Hello?"
"Kuri?"
"Co to the bar on the third floor."
Kawashima Miki hung up the phone in the guest room and walked out of the room.
"Miki, let’s go." Yukino Ritsuko reached out, intending to link her arm.
"I have sothing to do." Kawashima Miki gently hugged her and whispered in her ear, "Kuri is here, I’m going to see her."
Yukino Ritsuko squinted her eyes, "Is it alright?"
"Of course it’s alright." Kawashima Miki said.
The two ladies embraced in the corridor for quite a while. If Fujiwara Reya saw this, he would definitely be moved to tears. The harmonious harem relationship he dread of must start between Mrs. Miki and Mrs. Riho.
They parted at the end of the corridor, and Kawashima Miki went to the third floor alone.
Since the afternoon, the weather at sea had turned bad, and by now, the sea wind carrying heavy rain continuously crashed, occasionally raising massive waves several ters high.
Fortunately, the cruise ship is large in tonnage, so there is no sense of swaying and jolting for now.
However, being in the vast sea, the unknown storm seems to be intensifying and will inevitably engulf this magnificent palace on the sea.
Third floor bar.
The number of tables with guests can be counted on one hand, and Natsuki Kuri sat alone on a high stool in front of the bar, silently drinking.
She was wearing glossy black leather clothes and knee-high boots.
Her hair was wet from the rain, with a few drenched strands sticking to her forehead.
Compared to before, her aura now seed much sharper, not at all like a super-rich socialite.
She relaxed her expression and body very naturally, letting herself blend completely with the bar’s murky tone. Resting her elbow on the counter, she cupped her chin and listened to the music in the store, sipping her cocktail in small sips, occasionally casting glances towards the door.
"Kuri." Kawashima Miki walked forward.
Natsuki Kuri turned her head to glance at her.
The makeup was lightly applied excellently, the fair and sweet goose-egg face, with a hint of rosy blush on the cheeks, lipstick was the current trendy color. Over the purple long-sleeved dress, she wore a light-brown shawl, expensive and fitting; her black shiny long hair cascaded down straight, from afar, it was like a quiet purple lily blossoming silently in the night...
"It suits you very well." Natsuki Kuri smiled.
Kawashima Miki silently nodded, montarily speechless.
"Hey, Miki, you look much prettier than in August, and more and more feminine."
"It’s more and more like getting old, to be honest." Kawashima Miki sat on the high stool next to her.
The faint scent of perfu floated over, Natsuki Kuri inhaled and said indulgently, "It’s so fragrant. How about considering a divorce and sticking with in the future?"
Kawashima Miki rolled her eyes at her, "How about you stop liking Koriya, and like instead?"
"No problem at all." Natsuki Kuri bead and imdiately hugged Kawashima Miki’s arm affectionately, "Sister Miki, would you check my body tonight~"
The familiar little aunt has returned.
Kawashima Miki relaxed slightly, a smile playing on her lips.
The next mont, her smile froze.
Because Natsuki Kuri’s ear was pressed against her lower abdon, listening curiously, "Is there a baby in there?"
"What are you in a rush for..." Kawashima Miki, in tears of laughter, pushed her away with her cheeks a little red, "Even if there is, it’s only a bit over a month, how could you hear anything?"
Natsuki Kuri smiled happily.
The two chatted a bit about ho matters, sipped so mimosa-laced cocktails, and were then led to a nearby table.
A quiet corner by the window, the position was pretty good.
The chef personally ca over to entertain, greeting the two ladies.
"Is this beautiful lady a distinguished guest of Miss Kuri?" The chef asked the major boss of his own group.
"What do you think her identity is?" Natsuki Kuri asked playfully.
"From her aura, it feels like she is a daughter of a big corporation. Although not sure, but there is that sense." The chef said.
Kawashima Miki maintained an elegant smile.
Since being with Fujiwara Reya, she only showed her charming and alluring side to him, others could only see her competent and strict or graceful and dignified side.
"She is my good sister." Natsuki Kuri boasted, "To say it out loud will surprise you, she is a monster!"
"Really?" The chef showed an incredulous expression.
Looking at Kawashima Miki, it was hard to imagine such a beauty could be a monster.
Kawashima Miki gazed helplessly at Natsuki Kuri.
Natsuki Kuri giggled, "Alright, she’s a shrine maiden."
The chef switched to a look of admiration at Kawashima Miki, "You must be a powerful and kind shrine maiden."
"Ti to order food!" Kawashima Miki smiled elegantly.
The smile was very perfect.
The lips opened slightly, dimples with unique charm gathered at the corners, pulling up the shrine maiden’s aura instantly to the fullest.
The chef clapped his hands contentedly in front of his chest, "I will spare no effort to present a delicious dinner to the two of you."
The two ladies studied the nu.
"Have you decided?" Natsuki Kuri asked.
"Almost." Kawashima Miki answered, "Scallop soup, onion salad, Bordeaux wine Iwate Prefecture veal brain, what about you?"
"Vegetable platter, paper-wrapped baked ray fish with corn porridge."
"Shall we swap and share?"
"Of course, that’s exactly what I had in mind, plus an extra cold platter of raw oysters."
"I love raw oysters the most!" Kawashima Miki said happily.
The first ti Fujiwara Reya went to the Empress, she personally fed him raw oysters, which was now, upon reflection, filled with shyness and sweetness from then-burdenso resentnt and unwillingness.
After ordering, they closed the nu.
The chef went back to the kitchen, and the waiter ca over to pour wine into their glasses.
"Cheers~"
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