She didn’t understand what kind of feeling this was, she just felt it was wonderful from the bottom of her heart, making her heart feel tingly.
"Hehe~~" Natsuki Kuri laughed slyly, in a rare girlish manner, "But the problem is, when I found him, he was already a scoundrel with a foot in many boats. Damn it, I still wanted him so badly!"
Kasahara Asuka widened her eyes, wanting to kill the scoundrel senior with her gaze.
"I understand." Kasahara Fumi said coolly, giving Fujiwara Reya a disdainful look.
Fujiwara Reya kept his mouth shut obediently.
Criticizing scoundrels is justifiable everywhere, taking the moral high ground.
"This guy is truly a rogue. But he’s also pleasing to the eye, speaks beautifully, and has a way of coaxing women." Natsuki Kuri tilted her cup, watching the tea swaying inside, "And also, this guy is a bit afraid of me, so when we’re together, whatever I say, he doesn’t dare to oppose it. Even though I hate scoundrels inside, I still don’t want him to run away..."
The tone became softer, seemingly mixed with tenderness and pity.
Fujiwara Reya understood that he absolutely couldn’t speak at this moment, otherwise the three women would unanimously target him.
"Feelings can’t be chosen." Natsuki Kuri continued, "They come knocking on your door, unlike picking dishes from a menu."
"The similarity is you regret it if you choose wrong." Kasahara Fumi remarked.
Natsuki Kuri put down her cup, exaggeratedly shrugging: "Uh, maybe it was predetermined from the start, and us making a choice was just an illusion. Free will and such might just be our fantasies."
"Life is really quite dismal."
"Maybe, huh, Fukaeri." Natsuki Kuri said discontentedly, swinging her legs and looking at Fujiwara Reya, "I think this world is both irrational and severely lacking kindness."
Her voice was a bit confused, making Fujiwara Reya involuntarily turn to look at her.
Meeting his gaze, his aunt wasn’t sad at all, instead, the corners of her mouth slightly lifted, giving him a charming smile.
This woman’s ever-changing and passionate personality is truly mesmerizing, no wonder she’s the ultimate queen molded by his own hands... Fujiwara Reya felt proud of himself in his heart.
Beside him, Kasahara Fumi, not sure if it hit a nerve, was uncharacteristically a bit downcast, sighed and said, "But now, it’s impossible to change it."
"The return period has long expired." Natsuki Kuri laughed melodiously.
"The receipt is also thrown away."
Kasahara Asuka chimed in: "This kind of world will collapse any moment."
"That’s so much fun." Natsuki Kuri was indifferent.
Kasahara Fumi also drank some tea, gulping it down and putting the cup back on the table, wiping her lips with her fingers.
"Uh, ladies..." Fujiwara Reya asked cautiously, "Shouldn’t we...?"
Natsuki Kuri leaned to his ear: "Mm-hmm?"
It was simply a plain breath, yet irresistibly enchanting, hard to ignore.
"Kuri..." Fujiwara Reya blinked submissively, "Spare me this time, I’ll come apologize tomorrow."
"I’m not even mad." Natsuki Kuri said softly, her face full of smiles, "No need to wait till tomorrow, just today. Haven’t rewarded you in a while, don’t you want it?"
"Let’s drop by a lingerie store later."
"That’s decided then, unless you want it here." Natsuki Kuri chuckled. Then she looked out the window, as if plotting some scheme, her lips slightly curved like a mother fox waking from a nap.
"Senior, Asuka’s angry now!" Kasahara Asuka, who had been ignored for a while, finally couldn’t hold back her outburst. She waved her arms, trying to choke him: "Die here today, don’t think about going home."
The sound of knocking came from outside the door, and the entering waiter saved Fujiwara Reya’s life.
"Hello, dear guests, the time for this room is up, would you like to continue?"
"No, no continuation!"
Fujiwara Reya’s particularly excited voice startled the waiter.
Subconsciously, she thought the guest was dissatisfied, preparing to bow and apologize, but when she turned around, she saw the guest’s face was filled with the joy of surviving a disaster, as if by not extending the room, he could extend his life instead.
But in this line of work, what kind of weird guests haven’t they seen, it’s not surprising anymore... The waitress maintained a polite smile.
"I’ll settle the bill for the food, you guys go ahead, no need to wait for me..." Fujiwara Reya hurriedly put on his shoes and rushed to the door, "Time to relax and have some tea—"