A stirring emotion slowly overflowed.
Kawashima Miki’s lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to speak, but she couldn’t find the words.
She just stared blankly as Fujiwara Reya approached, his face against her neck kissing her softly, then his nose against hers: "Tonight, I’ll go kill Tsuchiya Kazuma, wait for my triumphant return at home, darling."
Kawashima Miki bit her lip and snorted defiantly.
The radiance on her face at this moment was unique to women, a dignified and pure resolve, silently expressing the stubborn thought, "I won’t give my heart to you so easily."
However, as Fujiwara Reya held her, he could clearly feel her body temperature rising, her jade-like skin gradually blushing. The rose fragrance on her body, heated by her rising temperature, instantly made the air between them warm, moist, and filled with a rich scent.
Breathing it in, Fujiwara Reya wrapped his arms around her soft waist, burying his face deeply in her chest.
The enchanting aroma stirred something in his nose, making it itch, nearly uncontrollable.
Kawashima Miki’s body stiffened, her face tense, as if very nervous. Eventually, she simply closed her eyes, adopting an ostrich mentality to acquiesce to Fujiwara Reya’s actions.
Kasahara Fumi, with her legs crossed, watched the two by the pool.
Like an invisible person, she sipped Pine nut wine in small sips, occasionally putting a piece of honeydew melon in her mouth.
Kawashima Miki’s breathing grew heavier, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her expression as if she had suffered a great grievance. Allowing Fujiwara Reya’s indulgence for a moment, she suddenly pushed him away forcefully, her lips exhaling hot breath, glaring at him with reddened eyes.
Seeing her looking utterly aggrieved, unable to vent her anger, Fujiwara Reya said nothing, holding her small hand tightly in his palm. Kawashima Miki struggled a few times but couldn’t break free, ultimately turning her head away angrily, refusing to look at him.
"Hey, will you agree?" Fujiwara Reya asked with a smile.
"What?" Kawashima Miki didn’t react for a moment.
Fujiwara Reya said seriously: "To be Mrs. Fujiwara."
"..." Kawashima Miki was so angry she gritted her teeth, swiftly turned her head, pointing a finger at his nose: "Unreasonable! Is this fun for you? It’s not fun at all! If you want to play, go find another woman, I’m not playing along!"
Fujiwara Reya maintained his smile, watching her scold him.
"I’m the fool for getting myself involved, I admit that. But can’t you stop teasing me ?" Kawashima Miki became more agitated as she spoke, finally even shoving him to the ground, her hands around his neck: "You have such a well-trained body, and your face is handsome enough. Your mind is sharp and full of schemes, there must be many girls enchanted by you. Plus, you’re a young master, with powerful monsters at your command, anyone you want, you can have! Why do you insist on troubling me... I’ve already surrendered, please stop teasing me, alright..."
Honestly, this posture is pretty nice.
Kawashima Miki, stooping over, her curves were on full display to the eye-appreciating Fujiwara Reya, whose face never lost that unreadable smile.
This time Kawashima Miki spoke these words.
Looking at the infuriating smile on the little mischief-maker’s face, she trembled with anger, and all her grievances burst forth instantly.
"Bastard! Pervert! There isn’t a more disgusting man in the whole world! If you lack women, find someone else, why waste time on me, a brothel-keeper’s daughter?"
As she cursed, she raised her head, pointing at Kasahara Fumi: "Isn’t there one right there? High-born, noble status, a celestial beauty with an aura, go find her! Why pester me—"
Kasahara Fumi rolled her eyes, too lazy to bother with this madwoman.
"Really, I’m warning you!" Kawashima Miki lowered her head again, her face flushed, breathing rapidly, her shoulders trembling irregularly, "Don’t treat me like a fool... "
"Alright, alright, don’t be angry," Fujiwara Reya wrapped his arms around her back, gently patting her comfortingly. "Calm down first, let me explain slowly."
Kawashima Miki struggled many times but couldn’t shake off his hands.
After her expression shifted several times, her previously blazing anger dissipated instantly, her body limp as she lay against Fujiwara Reya’s chest, muttering softly: "Please, show me a little more respect, alright... "
Her words carried a hint of vulnerability, as if she conceded she couldn’t escape.
"Don’t want to be a wife," Fujiwara Reya whispered into her ear, "then do you want to be a lover?"
"Nonsense!" Kawashima Miki raised her head slightly, shaking it forcefully a couple of times, inhaling deeply through her nose: "I don’t want to be anything, it would be best if you didn’t bother me."
Fujiwara Reya gently stroked her damp hair, smoothing her slick back.
"Really, why can’t you be a little gentler..." Kawashima Miki complained, resting her head limply on his chest, with closed eyes.
Her previously hurried breathing returned to a calm tranquility, as if she had fallen asleep. Her damp hair clung to her forehead in wisps, outlining a beautiful pattern, her delicate nose occasionally trembling with her breathing.
Fujiwara Reya wiped her face, brushing away the almost invisible droplets at the corner of her eyes.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the world was still swept by a torrential rain, the gloomy sky occasionally lit up with dangerous flashes of lightning, none of which could disturb the indoor tranquility.