Just couldn’t think straight.
Now that he was back to his senses, Fujiwara Reya couldn’t help but ask himself a question.
What is desire really? Is it a physiological hormone or a psychological need? If it’s a combination of the two, then is there really life out there in the vast universe? He thought he shouldn’t just wallow in this, he should start making efforts, abstain... Dammit, Amaterasu’s butt is so bouncy!
The sliding door opened.
Yukino Ritsuko, who had been anxiously waiting in the corridor for a long time, grabbed Fujiwara Reya’s arm and asked, "Are you okay?"
This kind of overflowing concern made Fujiwara Reya feel quite happy.
In the next second, he forgot how nice Amaterasu’s butt felt. It’s not that anything was wrong with Amaterasu, but compared to the Great God, who was completely devoid of desire, no matter how perfect she was, she couldn’t surpass the charm of Yukino Ritsuko’s frowning.
His thoughts towards Amaterasu’s avatar were merely because of her identity.
He didn’t even like the Great God.
Now not only had he hugged the Great God’s avatar, but also pinched her butt. From now on, he’d have no more thoughts about her... With these in mind, Fujiwara Reya slightly moved his arm away.
Yukino Ritsuko immediately reached out, wrapped around his arm, and brought her lips close to his ear to ask, "The madam didn’t punish you, right?"
"She tormented me mentally for a bit." Fujiwara Reya chuckled as they walked out together.
Yukino Ritsuko was taken aback: "How did she torment you?"
"She pulled out my soul and said she’d take me to Takamagahara immediately." Fujiwara Reya blinked slyly, like a mischievous boy, "...I said no, but the madam insisted on taking me, so she gave me a hard time."
"What should we do?" Yukino Ritsuko nervously clung to his arm.
Feeling her grip, Fujiwara Reya sighed and with a troubled expression said, "There’s nothing to be done... My father sold me out, and soon I’ll probably have to go to Takamagahara."
"That’s so dangerous!"
Yukino Ritsuko’s lips turned a little pale with fear.
Saying this, the two had already arrived at the grand hall, with the banquet brightly lit and bustling with noise and excitement.
"I have an idea!" Fujiwara Reya turned to look at her.
That beautiful profile gave him a bit of pride inside. His arm couldn’t help but gently brush against her chest, and the noble and magnificent wedding dress she wore flashed vibrant hues with each step, giving off a somewhat majestic feel.
"What idea?" Yukino Ritsuko’s clear, shining eyes stared at him.
The color of her wedding dress changed from black to red under the influence of the lights. Passersby guests cast their gaze towards them, and thanks to her wearing the Mountain God’s Wife’s mask, otherwise her face would surely captivate many hearts.
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"How beautiful." He was lost in admiration.
"Uh, hurry up and say it..." Yukino Ritsuko urged, her eyelashes glistening as though wet, looking endearingly pitiful.
"The method is simple," Fujiwara Reya stopped walking, turned to embrace her, "but I can’t do it alone, I need my lady to cooperate. Would you be willing?"
A hint of redness appeared on Yukino Ritsuko’s cheeks as she bashfully lowered her head: "Don’t keep me in suspense, I’m definitely on your side..."
From an outsider’s viewpoint, the bride in the wedding dress seemed like a young girl relying on the groom, the scene was truly blissful and perfect.
"Just think about it, I’m in this mess because of my father’s tricks." Fujiwara Reya whispered to her, with a peculiar smile on his face, "So... if I follow my father’s footsteps and leave the mess to my son someday, wouldn’t that solve the problem?"
Yukino Ritsuko was dumbfounded.
"Darling, you’ll help me, right?" Fujiwara Reya teased her maliciously.
"You’re terrible!" Yukino Ritsuko playfully scolded.
Just thinking about what he meant made her blush with embarrassment.
Across the grand hall, Kawashima Miki, encircled by several guests, noticed them and was about to head over. Fujiwara Reya immediately said, "Let’s go."
Before Yukino Ritsuko could react, she was already lifted up.
"Ah, what are you doing..."
"Miki’s coming over, I don’t want to get scolded by her."
"Let’s make a run for it first."
Watching the young husband’s figure disappear, Kawashima Miki gritted her teeth.
Tonight I’ll make sure you pay!
"Wifey, have you thought of how to respond?"
"You wouldn’t bear to see me threatened by the Great God, right?"
"...What nonsensical talk is that, wouldn’t I feel just as bad for our son?" After saying this, Yukino Ritsuko raised her fist and hit his head a few times, "Can you talk seriously for once!"
"If a son can’t share his father’s burdens, then why have one!" Fujiwara Reya replied with conviction.
"Put me down!" Yukino Ritsuko pushed him a bit in frustration.
Fujiwara Reya put her down and switched to holding her hand while strolling under the moonlight.
This was a somewhat dim courtyard, devoid of onlookers. Occasionally accompanied by rustling of clothes and drunken conversations of guests from the other side of the wall.
Moonlight emerged from the dense canopy of trees.
With both the splendid lights and the moonlight, the night sky was brilliantly illuminated.
Along the way, Yukino Ritsuko was chattering about trivial things. This Snow Woman of his was quite amusing, always fond of talking about little matters of everyday life with Fujiwara Reya, and for the most part, he either listened attentively or responded leisurely with amusement.