Chapter 575: 196. Mr. Fujiwara said he only loves me, not you at all._3
Mrs. Kasahara said with a smile, "Shall we dance a piece from my era?"
"I’m afraid I might mess up the steps, but..." Fujiwara Reya said excitedly, "With Mommy Himeko as my teacher, I surely will learn quickly."
Mrs. Kasahara turned to the band and said something.
The musicians began tuning their instruments, and pairs of men and women stood apart.
As the dance music started, Mrs. Kasahara’s cheeks turned red, and she laughed.
Under her guidance, Fujiwara Reya’s arm formed a circle, wrapping one around her waist under the dress, while the other held her hand, swaying with the beat, his feet lightly stepping to the rhythm.
Mrs. Kasahara danced beautifully.
However, her partner was not accustomed to this type of dance and clumsily rotated to the rhythm at the edge of the dance floor.
Occasionally, her foot was stepped on, and they stumbled around chaotically for a while, but the situation improved. Mrs. Kasahara rested her forehead on Fujiwara Reya’s shoulder and whispered, "I love this feeling, please hurry and lead me in the dance..."
"Right away."
A joyful smile appeared on Fujiwara Reya’s face.
As the dance steps became faster, he moved his feet nimbly and with ease, jumping more elegantly. The audience and dance partner were enthralled. At this time, Mrs. Kasahara, with a mere shoulder movement or arm curl during a turn or step, could easily resonate harmoniously with him.
The dance became increasingly lively.
Fujiwara Reya and Chairman Kasahara in his embrace drew the full attention of the room.
In the center of attention, Mrs. Kasahara spun swiftly around Fujiwara Reya, sometimes tiptoeing, sometimes stomping her heels, becoming ever more agile and beautiful. Her graceful body, soft and flexible, with eyes full of passion, she couldn’t help but gaze at the person in front of her from beneath her long, thick eyelashes.
The music grew more rapid.
With her head lowered, dripping with sweat, Mrs. Kasahara finished the last dance step, and to loud applause and laughter, she drew a circle in the air with her right hand. The dance halted, and she took a breath, wiping the sweat with a gauze handkerchief.
Fujiwara Reya held her sweaty waist, "Anyone with poor stamina would turn away at the sight of this dance."
"That’s how we danced in our era. You were born too late..." Mrs. Kasahara rolled up her sleeves, breathing heavily for a while, "I can’t take it anymore, I’m old after all. Back in the day, dancing didn’t even make my heart race, now without Divine Power, I can’t even catch my breath..."
"Why not use Divine Power?" Fujiwara Reya asked.
Mrs. Kasahara let out a joyous laugh, "Himeko wants to appear as an ordinary woman in front of you..."
Smelling her sweet fragrance, Fujiwara Reya helplessly said, "Please don’t say things that would cause a son-in-law to misunderstand."
"It’s heartbreaking for a mother when her son doesn’t trust her..." Mrs. Kasahara said with a particularly plaintive tone, then placed her beautiful muscular arms on his shoulders, "Let’s dance another, and be gentle this time."
"No problem."
Fujiwara Reya readily agreed.
Even with the dress wrapped around, it did not affect the feel.
Mrs. Kasahara’s figure was truly perfect, all soft white flesh distributed skillfully; no extra fat where it should be slim. Her arms, thighs, neck, and waist appeared slender, but the reality was a delightful plumpness to the touch; her hips were tightly arched, perfectly full.
"Am I not good?" Mrs. Kasahara asked with a smiling face.
"If you’re not good, then there’s nothing good in the world."
"Good words deserve a reward." Mrs. Kasahara placed her hands on his shoulders.
At this point, their dance posture was already quite informal.
Fortunately, Fujiwara Reya was still a bit dizzy-headed.
Though his gaze didn’t settle, his hands honestly stayed where they should.
He dared not make any small moves under Fukaeri’s watchful eyes.
"Relax a bit," Mrs. Kasahara softly leaned on him, "You’re so tense, I might suspect you have feelings for me."
Fujiwara Reya gazed forward with playful eyes, "Mom, please restrain yourself."
"Cunning little rascal." Mrs. Kasahara blew a breath on his face.
Warm breath carried the scent of red wine.
"Koriya, Koriya..." She repeated like singing, her alluring voice saying, "Truly a good name, somehow it rolls off the tongue easily."
Her cheeks were rosy, perhaps having drunk quite a bit of red wine, making her drunkenly charming.
"Named by my mother," Fujiwara Reya said.
"It’s a great name! Does it imply ’ruling the world’ by any chance?"
"By the way, is your real name Himeko?"
"Of course it’s real. From birth, I was a little princess and still am as an adult."
"Wake up; you’re a mother now, Xiangxiang is the princess." Fujiwara Reya mercilessly pointed out.
Holding her hand, he thought of Asuka.
The touch was different.
The daughter’s hand was softer but not as slippery, though there were some similarities.
Mrs. Kasahara lowered her voice, asking in his ear, "Do you want to find Xiangxiang?"
"Xiangxiang probably won’t see me. The last time we had a proper conversation was when we flirted in Minami-Izu..."
"Flirt? How did you flirt? Tell Mommy so she can learn seriously, and then you can judge who’s better, Mommy or daughter..."
Fujiwara Reya pushed forcefully.
"Ah~"
Mrs. Kasahara laughed coquettishly.
Her body spun lightly and beautifully, and she returned with a warm fragrance into Fujiwara Reya’s arms.
"Xiangxiang is my most cherished little daughter. If you can’t coax her well, don’t touch me in the future."