Definitely fake... Fujiwara Reya wearily looked at the foolish woman.
"Mm, it’s true." Kawashima Miki shyly lowered her head.
Across from them, Tamamo-no-Mae nibbled on beef, looking every bit like a victorious general’s wife.
Kawashima Miki nudged Fujiwara Reya: "I’m pregnant!"
"...Oh."
Fujiwara Reya just wanted to finish eating quickly and make a run for it.
"Riho," Kawashima Miki looked at Yukino Ritsuko with hurt eyes, "he doesn’t love anymore."
"?"
"Such a big thing as pregnancy, and all he said was ’Oh.’
"..."
At this mont, Kawashima Miki was like a rose in a storm, beautiful and delicate yet thorny.
"Okay, okay, be careful." Fujiwara Reya personally set the food for her, "From now on, you can just lie at ho, and I’ll personally take care of you."
Kawashima Miki bead with joy.
Yukino Ritsuko raised her chin slightly, looking at Fujiwara Reya without saying anything.
"You’re next." Fujiwara Reya said amusingly.
"That’s good."
Yukino Ritsuko smiled gently.
All foolish won... Tamamo-no-Mae’s lips slightly curled, revealing a trace of a contemptuous smile.
The queen remained as cold and proud as ever, except now her deanor had a hint of a young wife’s allure, captivating.
After lunch, they rested on the spot.
The tatami mats that had been bustling only monts ago were now quiet, with only the sound of the wall clock and occasional crow caws.
Kawashima Miki and Yukino Ritsuko slept in the kotatsu on the left, while Fujiwara Reya leaned against the wall. Tamamo-no-Mae, beside him, tilted her head slightly: "Shall we sleep too?"
"Hold you while I sleep." Fujiwara Reya reached out and embraced her.
The queen’s noble body, in front of him, beca soft and defenseless.
Tamamo-no-Mae, in his arms, let her cold pride slip a bit.
Looking at the two Mountain God’s wives beside them, she softly whispered: "You have to always be good to ."
"Of course." Fujiwara Reya stroked her fox ears.
"If you’re an to , I’ll take the child and go back ho." Tamamo-no-Mae buried her cheek in his neck.
And so they nestled together.
The afternoon sun enveloped them like a sheer transparent shawl.
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In the afternoon, Yukino Ritsuko and Kawashima Miki started preparing the New Year’s Eve dinner.
Tamamo-no-Mae, enjoying the privileges of a pregnant woman, nestled on the sofa watching TV.
With New Year’s approaching, all the TV programs were festive variety shows, tickling the funny bone of this old soul who covered her face with a cushion as she laughed.
Fujiwara Reya was in the front hall, greeting various guests who ca to deliver gifts.
Familiar ones like the neighbors from Asakusa Temple and the Tsuchimikado family, and unfamiliar ones like several directors from the Capital City and Hokkaido, all sent gifts; even the Ghost Clan and Fox Clan sent envoys with generous gifts, filling up almost the entire front hall.
Seeing off the last guest, the cirrus clouds in the sky turned peach pink.
It’s almost ti.
Fujiwara Reya went to the courtyard gate of the front hall.
Against the backdrop of the dim garden lights, a slender woman’s silhouette appeared. With soft shoulder outlines and a delicate posture, petite and charmingly busty, it’s you, Miss Yako.
"Why are you just getting here?" Fujiwara Reya smiled and went over to greet her.
Mrs. Hoshimi sized him up and down, smiling: "You’ve changed a bit, seem a little more mature?"
"I’m going to be a father." Fujiwara Reya said proudly.
"Congratulations." Mrs. Hoshimi affectionately ruffled his hair, then turned to look at her daughter, "I told you to be proactive, but you wouldn’t listen, and now another female spirit beat you to it."
Hoshimi Rinko, without the slightest movent in her chest, said blandly: "An interesting soul is the basis for enduring affection, and the advantage gained by rushing in a life as long as ours is insignificant."
Hmm.
As expected of you.
"Confident as always, senior." Fujiwara Reya smiled and opened his arms waiting for her to hug.
Hoshimi Rinko spread her pale, soft hands, patted his cheek, then carried her luggage and went inside.
"Haha~" Mrs. Hoshimi covered her mouth, laughing softly, her eyes clear and bright.
"Mommy Yako seems to have beco younger."
"Perhaps it’s because I’ve been in a good mood lately." Mrs. Hoshimi said with a smile in her eyes, her nose as delicate and elegant as when they first t. But now, from that nose, only Fujiwara Reya could hear the slightly increased nasal breathing.
Breath fragrant as orchids~
Today’s Miss Yako was wearing a black turtleneck sweater with a long skirt, fashionable like a charming university student, her petite but perky backside appearing very cute.
Fujiwara Reya was thinking idly, when suddenly he heard a voice full of dissatisfaction.
"What are you two doing?"
Both looked over, and Mrs. Kasahara entered, wearing a black dress exposing her snowy white shoulders, striding in like a movie star. Beside her were four n in black suits, carrying large bags, whether luggage or gifts.
The sun had already set, and it was still cold, yet she wore only a thin dress, extrely beautiful.
After coming in, she looked at her best friend, then at Fujiwara Reya, showing a cat-like smile.
Fujiwara Reya loudly said: "Mom, welco ho."
"Mr. Fujiwara!" Mrs. Hoshimi called out dissatisfiedly.
Mrs. Kasahara’s lips curled into a proud smile, her enchanting eyes fixed on Fujiwara Reya: "Mr. Fujiwara has always liked a bit more."
Mrs. Hoshimi also looked at him with a very dangerous gaze: "Is that so, Mr. Fujiwara?"
"... Both moms, it’s New Year’s Eve, can we not talk about this?"
"No way!" Mrs. Hoshimi pouted, "I’ve had enough of Hiko, today you must choose one of us."
"I think so too!" Mrs. Kasahara pushed out her chest, the most prominent among all the ladies, with an unusually serious expression, "Either Hiko spends New Year’s with you, or Hiko will be the one lighting incense at your grave, it’s up to you."
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