"Himeko, you actually said I’m having menopause—"
With Mrs. Hoshimi’s sharp voice, the two ladies were wrestling on the sofa. Mrs. Hoshimi wore a simple but high-end short-sleeve dress, revealing delicate collarbones and smooth calves as she struggled, giving Fujiwara Reya a feast for his eyes.
Kawashima Miki leaned slightly towards him.
"Let’s go back to the room later." Fujiwara Reya said.
"I won’t let you into my room." Kawashima Miki propped her elbow on the armrest, resting her round face against it.
Her exquisite oval face was in her early twenties, a woman’s most beautiful age.
"Your room is my room." Fujiwara Reya pinched her cheek, her skin incredibly elastic, softly undulating like mochi.
Kawashima Miki brushed his hand aside.
Fujiwara Reya pulled her into his arms, wrapping her slender body snugly against his chest.
"Miss Miki." he said softly.
"Hmm?" Kawashima Miki closed her eyes contentedly in his embrace.
Kawashima Miki compliantly wrapped her arms around his waist.
In the cool breeze of the cabin, her skin was astonishingly warm, like a balloon filled with hot soup.
"Hey, hey!" Mrs. Kasahara raised her head, "Can you two stop acting like I’m not here?"
Relieved, the ruddy-faced Mrs. Hoshimi exhaled and cast a grateful look at Fujiwara Reya.
"I’ll let you off the hook for now!" Mrs. Kasahara released her friend, turned, and smiled at Fujiwara Reya, showing pristine teeth, "Dear Fujiwara, shouldn’t you confess to your elder sister?"
Fujiwara Reya immediately faced Kasahara Fumi: "I have already confessed everything to my sister."
"..." Kasahara Fumi turned away.
He’s trying to stir up trouble between mother and daughter!
He’s really so bad, makes you want to kick him to death!
Mrs. Kasahara walked towards him with a smile.
Her attire followed the college girl route.
The familiar baseball jacket, the hole-ripped tight blue jeans, made her hips protrude roundly.
Fujiwara Reya couldn’t help but start pondering.
Besides being a leg fetishist, he might also have a thing for hips, otherwise why would he be so captivated by Miss Miki’s back?
"I want to hear it from your own mouth." Mrs. Kasahara sat on his other side and lightly patted his hand. Despite the summer heat outside, her skin was surprisingly cool.
Fujiwara Reya released Kawashima Miki, saying, "A man’s happiness level is proportional to how many secrets he can keep."
"Scumbag!" Mrs. Kasahara couldn’t help but curse.
Mrs. Hoshimi also couldn’t help saying, "So you’ve been hiding things from us too?"
"Just a little bit." Fujiwara Reya said, holding his cup of sparkling wine and drinking, "Essentially, I’m still an honest person. The compliments I give to you two directors come from the heart. Moreover, the current situation is something I meticulously planned in advance. You two can trust me on this."
Kawashima Miki sipped her red wine slowly.
"I have always trusted you." Mrs. Kasahara hinted at a faint, genuine smile, not showing any displeasure on the surface.
"Could you be a bit more honest, please?" Mrs. Hoshimi said, frustratedly.
Kasahara Fumi nodded silently.
"Every moment, I feel like a pure person." Fujiwara Reya revealed as if it were confidential.
"Vain." Mrs. Kasahara remarked, then smiled, "I won’t press you for answers now, but I still want to ask. You’ve told Fukaeri that you want to be a free person, is what you desire to always remain in an unconfined state, where your mind can think freely?"
"Of course!" Fujiwara Reya raised his glass as if toasting.
Mrs. Kasahara clinked her glass with his: "Free thought isn’t easy."
"Free thought is freeing the mind from the cage of the flesh, unlocking chains, allowing logic to soar freely."
Fujiwara Reya shook his head, "Most people do this unconsciously. They just aren’t aware of it."
"Explain." Mrs. Kasahara smiled elegantly, like a cat basking in the sun, "So, even a free you is still ambiguously involved with my two daughters," she said, glancing at Kawashima Miki, "even when there’s a significant other."
"I’m ambiguously involved with you too." Fujiwara Reya shrank back his neck.
"..." Mrs. Kasahara was caught off guard.
Across from them, Mrs. Hoshimi rubbed her forehead in exasperation and cursed: "Crafty little devil."
No matter how you argue, the scumbag is never justified.
But if everyone is a follower of their lustful nature, then no one has the moral high ground to condemn anyone else.
"Fukaeri," Mrs. Kasahara turned to her eldest daughter for help, "you help Mom wake him up."
"I’ve already melted half of my sister." Fujiwara Reya quickly interjected.
Kasahara Fumi lowered her head in shame.
It’s not because she’s actually melted, but because she knows too many of Fujiwara Reya’s secrets. Theoretically, she should be the one emotionally ambiguous with him.
"So frustrating!" Mrs. Kasahara slammed the sofa hard, the sound blending with the sea breeze, "Both daughters have been fascinated, leaving the aged mother alone. This life is unlivable..."
With that, she stood up and stretched.
Under the baseball jacket, a glimpse of underwear straps on her slender waist was visible.