Fujiwara Reya looked up from behind the bar and saw her face, still unable to get his head around it.
"But don’t you dare take advantage of me." After a pause, Mrs. Kasahara said with what seemed like amusement, "Just bullied the daughter and now thinking of bullying the mother, isn’t that a bit too much?"
"That’s quite excessive." Fujiwara Reya handed her the third drink.
As Mrs. Kasahara drank, she casually remarked, "Before going out to sea, Xiangxiang prepared lots of things, saying she wanted to give you a hard time."
Fujiwara Reya thought of handcuffs, whips...
"What do you think about that?" he asked.
"Hmm, I don’t interfere with my daughter’s feelings." Mrs. Kasahara swirled the glass, the ice making a clear, calm sound in the glass, "Whether she hates you, likes you, or wants to share you, I don’t care. The Kasahara family lacks neither power nor money, she has enough capital to behave willfully."
"You are quite an irresponsible mother." Mrs. Hoshimi complained as she came over.
She wore a similarly cool nightgown, but not as revealing as her best friend’s, excelling in purity with a youthful feel.
"What can I get for Chairman Hoshimi?" Fujiwara Reya asked with a business-like smile.
"Champagne." Mrs. Hoshimi also sat down on a bar stool.
Fujiwara Reya took out some champagne and poured it into a glass.
Golden bubbly wine flowed into the transparent glass, dense bubbles constantly rising and bursting on the surface, creating a concentrated sound.
"What surprises me is that Rinko isn’t mad at you." Mrs. Hoshimi held her glass without drinking, "Mr. Fujiwara, be honest, how did you cajole Rinko? She can be so nonchalant in the face of your flirtatious behavior..."
"She understands me." Fujiwara Reya poured himself a glass of juice, "I guess she knows I’ve always been a flirt, so she never had any expectations, and naturally, no disappointment..."
"Nonsense, Rinko clearly cares a lot." Mrs. Kasahara glanced at him, "Even I, as an outsider, can see it."
"Then maybe senpai’s curiosity about me outweighs her resentment." Fujiwara Reya said with a chuckle.
"Hmm, that’s possible..." Mrs. Hoshimi leaned on the bar, her beautiful legs seductively crossed, "Sigh, being a mother is such a headache, it would be so much better just to finish off this little rascal..."
"By the way, where are the others?" Fujiwara Reya asked.
"Xiangxiang and Rinko are enjoying the sea breeze on the aft deck." Mrs. Kasahara replied, "As for the others, Miss Miki and Fukaeri seem to be discussing something in their room."
"I’ll go find them." Fujiwara Reya finished his juice in one gulp and stepped out from behind the bar.
"Hey, not going to keep us company?" Mrs. Kasahara immediately put on a mock sulking expression, "Are we really getting old and losing our charm for young boys?"
Her slightly hazy voice caressed the eardrums, giving off a coquettish reverberation.
It sounded like a mist of charm bursting and swirling within the body.
"How could that be, you two are still the most beautiful women in the world." Fujiwara Reya said.
Mrs. Kasahara nodded, savoring the last moments of the day, and took a sip of her drink.
"Alright, there’s tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow," Fujiwara Reya said, "Use all your tricks, and if I can’t handle it, I’ll change my surname to Kasahara."
Mrs. Kasahara raised her face and smiled a sweet, confident smile, as if she had him all figured out.
Fujiwara Reya extended his hand.
She held it, jumped off the high stool, and gave Fujiwara Reya a light kick on the backside.
"Go and coax Xiangxiang."
After he started walking, Mrs. Hoshimi looked worriedly at her best friend: "Aren’t you being too reckless? What if he turns the tables on you?"
"What else can be done?" Mrs. Kasahara laughed heartily, her voluptuous figure seemingly weak against her friend’s shoulder, "When the time comes, Yako will accompany me, and we’ll both keep him warm in bed."
"Hey, don’t drag me into this—"
The aft deck, the sea breeze blowing gently, stars dotted across the sky.
The area by the deck’s entrance was lit, and not far from the door lamp, appeared a face as pristine as a gardenia flower.
The senpai under the starlight could vividly demonstrate what it means to be a "stunningly beautiful young girl."
To be honest, Fujiwara Reya hadn’t hugged her yet.
But now he was overwhelmed by an intoxicating sensation he had never experienced before, the two of them were in spatial proximity but seemed quite distant in the world... An inexplicable emotion flowed toward her, but when a momentary thrill faded, they could cool down their hearts and interact like close friends...
Not quite lovers, that’s probably what this was.