Fujiwara Reya made her sit in his lap, tilting her chin with his fingers, as if admiring a startled little animal.
"The food’s not finished yet," he said.
"I’ll accompany the young master, but please don’t touch me indiscriminately..." The Imperial Concubine held chopsticks in one hand to pick up sushi for him, while the other hand supported it, feeding it to his lips.
Fujiwara Reya took a bite of the sushi, glancing at the sake cup.
The Imperial Concubine obediently poured another cup of sake and offered it to him.
"I’ll drink half." Fujiwara Reya took a sip, then pushed the cup back to her lips, "You drink the rest."
The cold feel of the ceramic cup was quite comforting, and the Imperial Concubine gently kissed the edge of the cup. After a slight struggle, she stretched out her tongue, licking the remaining half-cup of sake clean, like a little dog drinking water.
"What a clever woman." Fujiwara Reya couldn’t help but hold her hand.
Immediately, the Imperial Concubine’s fingers hooked onto his hand, but Fujiwara Reya then broke free, tightly grasping her entire palm, almost as if he wanted to crush that soft little hand with force.
The Imperial Concubine did not cry out in pain.
She merely slightly raised her dignified face, letting delicate tears flow from her eyes.
In the candlelight, Fujiwara Reya saw the crystalline tears in her eyes, feeling a great sense of satisfaction. It was clear the Imperial Concubine was feigning, but he expressed his intent to take charge, and she didn’t oppose but instead portrayed a pitiful look, cautioning him not to hurt her.
Her response was enough.
"Young master," the Imperial Concubine slightly pulled her hand, "it hurts~"
"Because I love you too much." Fujiwara Reya said seriously.
"Oh, I’m just a geisha, and a single mother at that..."
"I’ll take your children’s surname."
"Please, don’t tease me..." The Imperial Concubine shook her head with a reluctant face.
Fujiwara Reya bowed his head, lightly sniffing her neck: "How could I tease you with such a matter..."
"Ugh... disgusting, I can’t take it..."
His rubbing against her neck, the Imperial Concubine now felt a whole-body warmth, she seemed somewhat intoxicated.
On her fair and tender neck, originally there was a layer of faint red rouge. Now that rouge was covered with lip marks, the scene was indeed too suggestive. She occasionally pushed Fujiwara Reya’s face away with her hand, showing a charming look in her eyes.
"It’s quite late... the main feast is about to start, aren’t you going to host it, what do you mean bullying me here..."
The Imperial Concubine pleaded tremulously, but Fujiwara Reya didn’t respond.
The more she struggled, the tighter she was held.
"With you doing this, I’ll be exhausted..." The Imperial Concubine said with a mix of agony and pleasure, "It’s not easy for me to come here, as the host, how can you bully your guest ..."
"The host is intimidated by your majesty, that’s why he wants to bully you." Fujiwara Reya said teasingly.
The Imperial Concubine inexplicably chuckled.
Those fluttering eyelashes, like they were oiled, flashed with captivating charm.
"Because I am majestic, you want to bully me; because I am beautiful, you want to have me... oh, you’re so bad, you’ll get stabbed for this..." The Imperial Concubine raised her voice, her words lazy, sounding nothing like a scolding.
Beautiful and tender things can connect and merge, creating an indescribable intimacy. Fujiwara Reya’s winking and smiling, along with his almost indecent actions, all seemed adorable to her.
The time approached eight o’clock.
The room quieted down, and the Imperial Concubine panted beside Fujiwara Reya.
The intensity of her panting was great, her complexion even as fiery red as the autumn forest, with even her fingertips tainted with autumn hues. The gloss her skin shone with was like the tropical fruits sold under the dense shade of the Albizzia julibrissin. The fruits had long since ripened, easily juiced with a gentle squeeze.
The voluptuous rise and fall of her chest, her back half-exposed.
The ties of her dress were fastened at the back of her neck, splitting and connecting to her waist. The straight sexy line of her back leading all the way to the tailbone above her buttocks stopped there, revealing even that secret small pond-like part. Her round buttocks covered by a red thin veil looked like a full moon enshrouded by a mist of blood, appearing enticingly beautiful.
Her tender skin welcomed air and water, moist as the petals of an amber-colored orchid.
From afar, the slender bones seemed delicate; only when Fujiwara Reya touched them did he realize they were actually well-proportioned and sturdy.
"Time to go back," he said.
"Yes," The Imperial Concubine sighed with relief.
She had been waiting for this statement.
The scoundrel knew too well how to take an inch and a mile.
She feared that if she stayed another half-hour, not just her lips would surrender, but perhaps her whole body would be conquered.
In the flickering light, the Imperial Concubine removed her red gauze dress, changing into the outfit she wore upon arrival. As she changed, she raised her arms to sweep up her beautiful black hair, the already proud bust being accentuated exaggeratedly by this motion. As she lifted her arms, the sight of her armpits was also revealed, the skin there no different from elsewhere, uniformly like milk.
Such a body would surely bear many healthy children.
After changing and tidying her dress, the Imperial Concubine threw him a seductive wink.
It’s only when she squinted hard that the fine wrinkles, usually invisible, faintly appeared at the corners of her eyes.
Fujiwara Reya looked at her, hoarsely marveling: "With such a body, you’ll surely bear many healthy children."