Chapter 576: 196. Mr. Fujiwara said he only loves me, not you at all._4
"Aren’t you embarrassed to say this now?"
"I don’t want to compete with my daughter, but I’m okay being an accessory to her." Mrs. Kasahara smiled ambiguously, "I proactively matchmake Fukaeri because she’s a demon. But not for Xiangxiang, she is to inherit my position, which is destined to be an exhausting and lonely life. I can’t let Xiangxiang bear so much alone... so please cheer for me!"
"Rest assured, I’ll make you a qualified accessory!" Fujiwara Reya couldn’t help but smile with joy, declaring with a strong voice, "Even if it’s a battle to the death, I won’t hesitate!"
Mrs. Kasahara nodded with satisfaction.
For a moment, they said nothing, just danced together.
In the tight space of the dance floor, a gentle smile slipped across Mrs. Kasahara’s face.
The musicians played their instruments on a stage in the corner of the hall, between chairs connected by colorful ribbons, drunken laughter without restraint, smoke-filled dance air, a hedonistic space... Mrs. Kasahara gently touched Fujiwara Reya’s neck with her finger.
Her fingertip reached the fresh, firm root of hair, like summer grass.
She lifted her eyes, seeing Fujiwara Reya staring determinedly ahead. The force of red wine was rising, making her head feel a bit fuzzy, the young man’s slightly arrogant eyes were ones that could make a woman fall in love, eyes she dreamed of.
At this time, Fujiwara Reya was pondering a question.
What kind of life should a Great Tengu live?
In the past, he thought about this dilemma.
He believed he knew how to make life interesting, but beyond that, he didn’t know what goals to set.
"When you’re unsure of what to do, the best strategy is to do nothing."
This is Napoleon’s wise saying.
And during his time in Tokyo, Fujiwara Reya wandered with the idea of "doing nothing", gradually realizing a new goal—to let everyone he loves experience his interestingness.
Mrs. Kasahara looked up with a small face.
Under the gentle and ambiguous light, her delicate nose fluttered, her bright eyes sparkling. Her lips suddenly pouted, it was such a tempting gesture... Fujiwara Reya could even feel her chest fiercely pounding.
Mrs. Kasahara leaned in a bit closer again.
Fujiwara Reya hurriedly turned his face away.
She laughed joyfully, as if playing a prank: "Why did you turn away? So annoying, it really hurts a girl’s self-esteem."
"Kiss me here," Fujiwara Reya pointed to his cheek, "Thank you, thank you!"
"Why kiss there?"
"Choosing the lesser of two evils."
"Evil?" Mrs. Kasahara stepped on his foot.
"Hiss—"
Mrs. Kasahara flashed a regal smile: "Still evil?"
With his heart beating faster, Fujiwara Reya quickly begged for mercy: "Mommy Himeko, I was wrong."
Mrs. Kasahara quickly switched back to a playful girl face: "Actually, it’s love, right?"
"A respectful love for a mother!"
"No need to emphasize ’mother’, I know it. Unless... you have other kinds of love?"
"If you weren’t my mother-in-law..."
"You’d have the guts if I weren’t your mother-in-law?"
"I have the guts now too..."
"Then why are your hands so well-behaved?"
"Alright, I admit," Fujiwara Reya raised his hands high, "You win, do as you please with me."
"Little liar." Mrs. Kasahara tiptoed up, her deep and joyful voice echoing in his ear, "This time, my sister supported you so strongly, if you don’t do well enough or I am not satisfied, you’ll face punishment."
"What kind of punishment?"
"A lewd and obscene one!"
"Is there one where I kneel in front of you and kiss your feet?"
"You don’t have to wait for that."
"Then I won’t be polite!"
"Come to my room tonight!"
With a slightly amused glint in her eyes, Mrs. Kasahara left his body with a burst of fragrant wind.
Isn’t there still Xiangxiang in your room, you liar... Fujiwara Reya annoyedly followed her, returning to the sofa where Kasahara Fumi was still focused on planning. The Hoshimi family mother and daughter were whispering about something, it seemed like the mother was prompting the daughter to do something.
After a while, Yukino Ritsuko arrived.
At a glance, she saw Fujiwara Reya by the sofa, her lips curling into a beautiful smile, making her look even more attractive.
Wearing the best-looking gradient dress in the room, she seemed to exude a unique charm. Anyone who saw this gentle, calm, snow-like woman would feel uplifted. Seeing her gentle smile and her snow-white gleaming teeth made one feel flattered and delighted.
Everyone’s mind would conjure such a thought.
Fujiwara Reya walked over and hugged her: "Did Miki go to see Aunty?"
"Yes," Yukino Ritsuko placed her hand on his waist, asking a bit worriedly, "Is it okay?"
Fujiwara Reya lifted her and spun around: "Everything will be just fine."
With her feet off the ground, Yukino Ritsuko’s body appeared taller than his, so her slender, snow-white arms formed an arc around his neck, lowering her head to kiss him gently on the lips.
Amid the lingering music, the two moved to the dance floor, not dancing but just embracing and moving their feet to the rhythm.
Holding Fujiwara Reya’s neck, Yukino Ritsuko squinted her eyes, docile and serene.
Under his protection, she needed not worry or think about anything, just followed him, letting her body move, spin with him... In the dimly lit corner, simple warmth formed a small little world.
On the sofa, Mrs. Kasahara, holding red wine, lay seeming tired.
Kasahara Fumi clicked on the keyboard.
Between the smooth orange hair, a fair face could be seen—delicate and flawless, as bright as a full moon.
Mrs. Kasahara suddenly stretched her hand: "Mr. Fujiwara just confessed to me."
Kasahara Fumi opened her mouth to eat the strawberry from her mother’s hand: "Hmm... Congratulations on being off the market, Mother."
"That’s all the reaction? So dull..." Mrs. Kasahara lazily patted her lips and turned to her best friend beside, "Mr. Fujiwara said he only loves me, not you at all."
"Is this drunken nonsense?" Ms. Hoshimi sneered.
"Yako, just admit defeat." Mrs. Kasahara giggled, pointing across the table at her best friend’s nose, "When we danced, he touched my butt, you know? When he danced with you, he was very proper, what does that tell you? It tells you your body has no attraction for him at all."
"Wasn’t it you who pushed your butt up to him?"
"Which eye of yours saw that?"
"Himeko, you’re forty, could you stop trying to take my Fujiwara?"
As usual, the two ladies began their mocking and jesting arguments that didn’t affect their friendship.
Hoshimi Rinko held her ears, her exquisite and stunning face showing slight fatigue.
Looking sideways at her junior and the Snow Woman in the dance floor, leisurely swaying at the edges, particularly romantic... This time, Senior Sister felt a tinge of jealousy.
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