The announcer’s tone carried a sense of bidding farewell to the year that was about to pass, and their expression gradually turned festive.
"Let’s go, and pay our respects," suggested Mrs. Miki.
"Shall we go now?"
"Let’s cleanse away the misfortunes."
The Mountain God’s Wives all agreed to go for a visit.
"Whose ho shall we visit?"
"Tokyo Grand Shrine!"
"Let’s fly there, the bell is to ring in just over ten minutes..."
"What about Fujiwara?"
"Let him sleep, don’t wake him," said Mrs. Kasahara.
The Mountain God’s Wives began to rise, tidying their clothes, preparing to go out for the year’s first visit.
"Aren’t you going, Mother?" Kasahara Fumi turned back to look at the unmoved Mrs. Kasahara.
"Ah, you young ones go ahead..." Mrs. Kasahara said, rubbing her sleepy eyes, "Mother is old, needs to sleep early."
Mrs. Hoshimi looked at her close friend.
Her friend’s mouth was slightly covered by her hand, a faint smile playing at her lips, her clear and cunning eyes revealed a successful plan’s slyness.
And she didn’t intend to enjoy it alone but took hold of her hand... Mrs. Hoshimi’s body tensed a bit, and she looked at the Mountain God’s Wives, "You go ahead, I want to rest early too..."
The once lively living room quickly quieted down.
The two directors yawned, slowly heading back to their rooms.
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Fujiwara Reya slept for a while.
In a daze, he heard the New Year’s bell ringing.
It seed as if he had been waiting for this mont, he stood up and went up to the second floor to his room. At that mont, he felt joyful, his heart racing with the thought of current happiness.
In the brightly lit hallway of the second floor, a face as noble as a peony appeared.
The fragrance reached him before he got close.
On her body, there was an essence so subli, beyond the dreamy realm of reality, a more intense essence and state.
Fujiwara Reya stepped forward.
Today, the Great God appeared with a different hairstyle from usual.
The trendy wave-style hidden ear hairstyle complented her face, making her look even more like a face from mythological stories. She wore a luxurious golden court dress; the back of her neck stood out like a prominent relief.
The scent of her perspiration, like perfu, made Fujiwara Reya’s heart pound.
"Why have you co?"
"You silly!" Amaterasu showed her gleaming teeth, ruffled his hair, "Don’t I co to see you every New Year? This year is the sa. Happy New Year, please take care of ."
Her pale hand slightly lifted, revealing a slender wrist from her sleeve, elegant and soft joints... this beauty maintained a noble neutrality.
"Since you’re here," Fujiwara Reya grasped her wrist, "let’s be together then."
"Huh?"
Amaterasu tilted her body.
She fell into his embrace, resting her face against his chest and looking up.
The noble and elegant Great God exuded an indescribable fragrance, so intense it was almost suffocating.
On her fair and lovely face, unadorned with makeup, the sunlight shimred, and her lips trembled with a series of brief, startled sighs.
Those lips were naturally covered by Fujiwara Reya.
As soon as the lips touched, a serene sweetness spread out, the entire world trembled at that point of contact.
Incomparable warmth and a sense of roundness enveloped them as Amaterasu was carried into the room... inside, the lights were hazy, the floor smooth and bright, resembling a vast water mirror, with two extrely vibrant and beautiful won. The gold and silver thread embroidery shone between their white water garnts and red underskirts.
During a long ti afterward, Amaterasu never understood how she just ca down to pay New Year’s greetings and ended up blundering away her chastity... Moreover, she was ridiculed by her sisters for a very long ti for being so clumsy and at a loss.
Honestly.
The dignity of the Great God, cultivated over tens of thousands of years, was completely ruined by a young rascal in a single night, leaving only bashfulness.
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After the New Year, in order to transition from acting director to official director, Fujiwara Reya, accompanied by the two directors, went to the Capital City and stayed there for a while.
Apart from business, there were many other things he did not miss out on.
In the evenings, they would chat, play cards, and share many wonderful nights together.
Mrs. Hoshimi was always so warm and lovely, her long, graceful hair falling along her delicate face, reminiscent of a Raphael-style oil painting.
Mrs. Kasahara always had a carefree and natural air during chats and card gas, and with just a subtle, nonchalant glance, she exuded an extraordinary charm and majesty.
Tired from playing, as he rested on the sofa, Fujiwara Reya would observe her closely.
She slept with her eyes narrowed, occasionally making a sudden gentle movent, like an unexpected breeze rustling through the treetops. Her hand rested on her chest, her arm childishly drooping between her ribs.
Looking at her like this, Fujiwara Reya almost burst out laughing several tis, this earnest yet innocent and adorable deanor could only be perfectly displayed by Kasahara Hikari.
Admiring her sleeping face was a pure pleasure.
Like birds soaring through the sky, montarily resting with soft wing beats.
From every angle, Fujiwara Reya discovered a new world never seen before, utterly beautiful.
Sotis the three of them would drink in the small alleys of the Capital City.
Drunken Miss Hiko’s eyes shimred with a strange light, longing to return ho early, abandoning all worries, diving into the blankets to study books together.
As for Miss Yako, when drunk, she beca quite passive, trembling like a lonely, abandoned kitten in the rain.
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