"Just wait and see." Mrs. Imperial smiled confidently.
"Can I kiss you anywhere else?"
The sun had set a little more, and Mrs. Imperial leaned comfortably into Fujiwara Reya’s embrace, squinting her eyes in contentment.
Though her age hadn’t changed, her actions now seemed rejuvenated, possessing a youthful charm. However, her waist was unmistakably that of a mature woman, voluptuous yet firm to the touch, her waistline nearly delicate enough to be held with one hand. What couldn’t be found in a young girl was that round, pert bottom tightly wrapped in a kimono, plump to the touch yet not giving off a sense of bulk.
Fujiwara Reya fully appreciated it.
The beauty of her body was an eternal beauty, like the moment one reaches a peak and sees the snow-covered summit!
Her allure also reached its zenith at this time, reaching the pinnacle of perfection.
"Mmm, don’t be too naughty..." Mrs. Imperial murmured in discontent, twisting her head in his arms.
The pureness and clarity of the snow-capped peak’s beauty were tainted. Her noble neck slightly arched back, her otherworldly eyes looking at him softly and serenely, the faintly trembling contour of her slightly raised delicate chin.
The light dimmed a bit more.
Visible in the field of vision was a vast expanse of fields.
The village behind was already swallowed by the dark grove, as if it were a painting just beginning to be sketched, with the painter having only applied a base color while the rest remained uncolored. Among the scattered houses, dots of light cast a bit of warm glow, and the persimmons glimmered red in the night.
Those lights pierced through the night and reached here, illuminating part of the scene slightly.
Mrs. Imperial lay halfway amidst the pampas grass, her clothes disheveled, not even covering her round, charming shoulders. The ribbons of her dress were half undone, hairpin askew, and the hem of her kimono skirt torn significantly, her snow-white slender thighs faintly visible.
Despite her somewhat disheveled appearance, she retained her noble and dignified posture.
Her long hair fell loosely over her shoulders and drifted suggestively over her chest as she gently pulled her collar to cover her half-bare chest, turning away.
Fujiwara Reya turned her back to face him: "Mrs. Imperial~"
"Get to the side, you rogue." Mrs. Imperial glared at him with raised eyebrows.
This remark was harsh, devoid of any emotion.
She donned the disarrayed kimono, refusing to let Fujiwara Reya get close.
Her unwavering gaze bore straight into him, her eyes free of resentment, reproach, or boundless love, containing only the strong, confident demeanor of having the upper hand.
"Unwilling, unwilling! Until I tread upon Takamagahara, I will remain unwilling!"
Mrs. Imperial said in a low, emotionless voice.
"...Damn!" Fujiwara Reya tapped his own head.
The drive to grow stronger surged even more, just you wait, you troublesome woman...
Seeing Fujiwara Reya’s defeated expression, Mrs. Imperial felt particularly smug.
Such a woman contained an underlying force akin to a sealed explosive. Even someone as sturdy as Fujiwara Reya, like a young bull, might not withstand the explosion’s power.
The moon had quietly climbed into the sky.
Only then did Mrs. Imperial realize that the Great God might have witnessed everything just now. The thought made her feel a sudden shame, prompting her to quickly dress and stand up: "Let’s go back, it’s already dark."
"Where are you going tonight?" Fujiwara Reya glanced at the time, not even seven o’clock yet.
"That’s not for you to worry about." Mrs. Imperial tidied her hair and clothing.
"Are you driving me away?"
And so, Fujiwara Reya burrowed back into her arms.
Mrs. Imperial quietly held him.
"It’s good to have you help me vent before I go kill someone." Fujiwara Reya mumbled, waggling his head in her arms as if his mouth was full of something.
Mrs. Imperial gently tapped Matsunaga’s head to make him stop, but he clung tighter instead.
Already sobered from her excitement, Mrs. Imperial was quite dissatisfied with him now.
"Why are you behaving like a child!"
"No wonder your mother didn’t take you to Takamagahara, who could endure this—"
After getting scolded for a while, Fujiwara Reya finally lifted his head, looking at her as she adjusted her attire: "Your hair is still unruly."
Mrs. Imperial’s cheeks still faintly flushed.
The hand that had been combing through her hair trembled, and the half-completed bun loosened again, her long hair falling over her shoulders.
"The tousled look is so beautiful!" Fujiwara Reya couldn’t help but exclaim.
The unflustered Mrs. Imperial blushed entirely, hurriedly gathering her hair into her hands, coiling it at the back of her head, and preparing to secure it with a hairpin she held in her mouth. But suddenly, the hairpin was snatched away by Fujiwara Reya and thrown into the dark grove.
Mrs. Imperial was furious!
Her sulky eyes were adorable, and Fujiwara Reya found her demeanor and actions truly captivating.
"Fine, just leave it like that..." Mrs. Imperial seemed to relax like unwinding a ball of yarn in water, looking lazy. She donned her splendid kimono, cinching her waist with a bright red sash, sweeping away the earlier feeling of chaos.
Walking back along the path they came, the road was littered with rice straw, and the faint chirping of crickets could occasionally be heard from the roadside.
The village silhouette soon appeared, most of the roadside fields were that crack-riddled black soil, with rows of rice drying racks. A little boy passed slowly on an ox, looking back at this peculiar pair...