Amaterasu wanted to strike and kill Fujiwara Reya right now.
Looking at his face, their eyes met, and she could only put on a gentle elder’s posture: "Don’t worry, I’m standing behind you."
"Do you believe I’ll get you up there right now!"
Seeing that he couldn’t avoid it, Fujiwara Reya steeled himself and looked straight into her eyes, saying, "I can agree, but I have a request."
"What?" Amaterasu laughed heartily.
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Seeing that the Great God was really angry, Fujiwara Reya immediately adopted a rogue stance.
"You can take me up there now, anyway, with my current strength, I wouldn’t last a day in the passage between the two realms." He said boldly, with eyes full of fearless passion, and looking into those eyes, Amaterasu seemed to hear the rushing water like arrows in hidden canals.
"After I’m dead, my father will definitely come back..."
"Then you won’t have to deal with me anymore."
"Just not sure if after my father comes back, he’ll help you guard the passage between the two realms, or avenge his son..."
Saying this, Fujiwara Reya stood up and gently opened the screen door to the terrace.
In the main hall, guests clinked glasses and exchanged toasts. The music from the brightly lit stage was clearly audible. The girls on stage moved with the music, stopping when it ceased. Each time they stopped, Fujiwara Reya could hear the accelerated rhythm of his heartbeat.
Threatening the Great God was exhilarating!
To hug the true form of the Great God, that was the ultimate reward, a unique reward. Thinking it over, he had always been passive growing up; now there was a chance to take the initiative—how could he miss it? The only regret was that if he were as strong as his father, he could directly use his own strength to resist her... Lost in such fanciful thoughts, the desire to not let Amaterasu off easily swirled ceaselessly in the dark corners of his heart, like water on the shore.
Amaterasu watched his back, her eyes flickering.
Was this the boy who, since childhood, had been imbued with proud virtues and always put on a false, childish act in front of her, finally deciding not to pretend anymore? Thinking of his incessant chatter earlier, the eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips—none of that childhood cuteness remained... But now, this wasn’t bad either; at least he dared to be forward with her incarnation, dared to glare and frown in front of her true form,
After a moment, Amaterasu stood up cheerfully and said softly, "Come hug me. But you should know, in my heart, you’re just a reed stick, a body pillow, or a piece of beef hanging in a butcher shop."
"I don’t mind." Fujiwara Reya turned and leaped towards her.
This supreme woman, her never-before-touched true form, he finally had the chance to take advantage... A dream of ten-plus years!
Amaterasu’s body trembled.
The moment her waist was embraced, her toes lifted off the ground, and her body was suddenly pulled forward.
"Change into another outfit," Fujiwara Reya’s eyes were intense, hugging her into a dim corner, pressing her against the wall in a kabe-don posture, "Wearing men’s kimono is odd, please change into something from my imagination."
Amaterasu fell slightly silent.
The boy’s body and eyes brimmed with a beast-like majesty.
The Great God Amaterasu, who had watched him grow up, for the first time had the feeling that he was already an adult... Internally sighing, if she hadn’t regarded him as a junior, she would have already punished him for disrespect, her men’s kimono transformed into a high-slit, chest-revealing Chinese qipao.
Straight black hair cascaded down to her ankles, her fair face adorned with a flush that definitely wasn’t shyness.
The silk wrapping her tall and graceful figure felt smooth and soft, presenting a noble dragon pattern on a pure white background. The edges of the clothes were trimmed with gold, the slit lines, the opening near the chest, and the high heels faintly visible from beneath the trailing hem were all of pure gold. Only the delicate green earrings on her earlobes added a touch of green.
"Perfect!" Fujiwara Reya gently caressed that perfect and holy face with his fingers.
The slightly longer sideburns, the elastic cheeks, the pure, never-before-kissed seductive lips... The phrase ’peerless under the heavens,’ only she deserved it.
"So you’re just hugging?" Amaterasu’s expression showed no displeasure.
"Does the Great God know how to dance?"
"Not this kind of dance."
"I’ll teach you then."
"Oh, and change the environment again."
The Great God flicked her wrist.
The classical and elegant Japanese room instantly transformed into a lively Western banquet.
The lingering music, the chaotic footsteps, the clear sound of plates clinking... Laughter occasionally erupted from the guests, phone ringtones mixed in, as if heard through water, hazy.
"Alright, now start following my lead." Fujiwara Reya tightened his grip on her slender waist with one hand and placed the other on her back, locking her in his embrace, "It’s ridiculous that the dignified Great God can’t even dance tango; I could laugh at you for a million years."
Amaterasu’s expression fleetingly froze, giving him a slightly vexed glare.
"Oh, I almost forgot, this doesn’t work well."
As soon as the words fell.
The slit of the qipao, with a gentle swipe of Fujiwara Reya’s fingertip, tore open and pulled to the sides, revealing the beautiful long legs as white as jade beneath.
Amaterasu tacitly allowed his small gesture.
"Hey, where are you putting your hands!"
"Isn’t that the butt?"
"Feels nice... Uh, don’t use your hands, Great God, you can kill me with one gentle smack. Let me tell you, when dancing tango, the man’s hand is in this position, please endure it... "
Fujiwara Reya released his grip, escaped from the room, leaving a trail of laughter.
Tonight was worth it!
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