Fukaeri truly has such an elegant presence... Kawashima Miki blinked her eyes. She had always envied Fukaeri for her background and her grace, even feeling a bit inferior because of it.
After a while, Natsuki Kuri returned with some drinks and snacks, along with a bucket of ice.
The hem of her lavish dress trailed the ground as her bare feet stepped over the cold jade tiles, and she casually closed the cedar door painted with cranes behind her. She circled around the chair, facing the alcove adorned with golden clouds, placing the items on the table. As she sat down, her painted red toenails shone as vividly as the large hibiscus flowers on her gown.
So beautiful... Kawashima Miki gazed at Natsuki Kuri with a hint of admiration. A human woman’s form is undeniably the most beautiful in the world. Becoming a peerless beauty is every female demon’s ultimate dream. For this dream, Kawashima Miki had put in long-lasting and relentless effort, even refraining from eating too much meat to grow into her current appearance.
Natsuki Kuri chiseled at the ice with a pick while asking, "Why is Miss Miki looking at me like that?"
"You’re beautiful, so I just wanted to take another look." Kawashima Miki said honestly.
"You’re not bad yourself." Natsuki Kuri selected a couple of shapely ice cubes to put in the jug of whiskey, "Looking at Miss Miki’s appearance, I’ve already started imagining life as best friends with you. Going to the beauty salon together, dining out, shopping for Italian lingerie..."
"Why Italian lingerie?" Kasahara Fumi asked without lifting her head.
"Because it’s sexy, and Koriya likes it." Natsuki Kuri added some mint juice to the jug, shaking it a few times before dividing it into small cups. She smiled slightly at Kasahara Fumi’s eyes, indicating she was serious. Kasahara shrugged indifferently, showing she didn’t mind at all. The two beauties exchanged glances for a considerable moment.
The whiskey was poured; Kawashima Miki took a sip, closing her eyes to savor it: "This is pretty good."
Someone called out her name.
Kasahara Fumi put down her book and took a small sip as if to humor them.
"Redo!" Natsuki Kuri shouted petulantly.
Kasahara Fumi sighed, mimicking Kawashima Miki to take a sip of whiskey, slowly letting it slide down her throat. The fiery alcohol lingered in her mouth for several seconds before the refreshing mint flavor emerged.
"The fiery heat and the invigorating mint meld together in the mouth," Natsuki Kuri gazed at her with a half-smile, "Doesn’t it feel like a kiss?"
"I wouldn’t know." Kasahara Fumi’s attitude was indifferent.
Kissing was a blind spot in her knowledge.
"Do you know what kissing feels like?" Natsuki Kuri asked Kawashima Miki again.
"An electric shock feeling." Kawashima Miki, munching on nuts, wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, "When your lips gently touch, there’s a spark in your ears, your body heats up, your mind goes blank, and your soul flies away. That’s what a kiss feels like."
Is it really that exaggerated... Kasahara Fumi held her breath for a moment. The whiskey close to her lips wobbled, and under the influence of the light, her eyes seemed to take on a whiskey-golden hue, her usual cold expression subtly melting away.
"Fumi doesn’t believe it?" Natsuki Kuri smiled slyly.
After consuming the fox demon’s soul, a hint of allure emanated from her every gesture and smile.
"I don’t believe it!" Kasahara Fumi stated coldly.
"You can try it yourself first in a different way, something similar to a kiss." Natsuki Kuri leaned closer and whispered in her ear, "When you bathe tonight, just touch yourself a little. But remember, don’t go inside, save the most precious for my Koriya."
Kasahara Fumi’s expression suddenly stiffened.
"What did Kuri say?" Kawashima Miki suspiciously studied the policewoman.
Natsuki Kuri didn’t answer, instead changing the topic: "Have you and Fumi figured it out yet?"
"Figured what out?" Kawashima Miki was momentarily confused.
"Who to room with on the first night."
Kasahara Fumi was completely astonished.
"Why are you bringing this up..." Kawashima Miki’s expression also became a bit unnatural.
Miss Miki is a very traditional female demon, how can you discuss such matters with her!
"Oh, so you haven’t decided yet, I thought it was already settled." Natsuki Kuri’s charming yet noble face took on a devilish smile. Her gaze circled the two brides-to-be before softly suggesting, "Perhaps you could do it together..."
The two brides-to-be cried out simultaneously.
"Why not? You know, a woman might not endure the wedding night alone." Natsuki Kuri sat up straight, speaking seriously, "Especially my Koriya, as strong as an ox, dealing with him alone is truly arduous."
"Wait!" Kasahara Fumi hurriedly interrupted her, "I might not even attend the wedding, don’t include me."
"Fumi, that’s not right." Natsuki Kuri glanced at her displeased, speaking to her in an elder’s tone, "You’ve met his parents now, and the wedding supplies and ceremony are all prepared, how can you not participate!"
"Me, of course, even a little aunt is an elder."
Such a shameless face is exactly like Fujiwara Reya... Kasahara Fumi thought, no wonder they’re family.
"Call me ’little aunt’ to let me hear." Natsuki Kuri continued to tease her.
Kasahara Fumi immediately covered her ears, signaling her to discuss it with Miki, as she didn’t want to be part of this conversation.