Even when you’re trying to act cute, pick the right moment!
"You want to dance the first dance with Yako?" Mrs. Kasahara reached out and ruffled Fujiwara Reya’s hair, "Why? Does this mean that when I’m not around, you become Yako’s? Come on, tell Mommy, did she just use her body to tempt you?"
"Mr. Fujiwara, could you please tell her I’m not as lewd as she is!" Mrs. Hoshimi said softly, with that ’you know what to do, right? Hmm?’ kind of look directed at him.
Mrs. Kasahara raised an eyebrow: "Don’t threaten my son."
Mrs. Hoshimi pouted: "This is my son; you didn’t see when he was hugging Rinko just now?"
The people around had already backed away, leaving Fujiwara Reya suffering in the middle.
Though to be fair, they sure make for adorable mothers-in-law, even when quarreling.
"Isn’t it just a daughter, I have two!" Mrs. Kasahara glanced at the sofa in the corner, "Fumi, come over!"
What’s unfolding here?
A terrifying chill spread across Fujiwara Reya’s back.
Without turning around, he could sense how frightening Kasahara Fumi’s glare was at him now.
"Moms, I beg you..." Fujiwara Reya quickly escaped their siege, moved behind Mrs. Kasahara, holding her skirt, "Let me die in battle with monsters rather than at the hands of the one I love, okay?"
"Temporary truce?" Mrs. Kasahara looked at Mrs. Hoshimi with a consultative gaze.
Mrs. Hoshimi gave a prideful hum: "I’ll let you off this time."
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Mrs. Kasahara smiled slightly, linked arms with her dear friend.
Mrs. Hoshimi also hooked her arm around hers: "Let’s give Mr. Fujiwara some backup."
The friendship between women is fascinating; they were just about to claw at each other, and now they’re practically inseparable... Fujiwara Reya held Mrs. Kasahara’s skirt obediently, following her and greeting various important uncles and aunts.
The feeling of having big shots backing you up is really awesome.
Because of her personality, Mrs. Hoshimi tended to talk less.
Once Mrs. Kasahara entered the scene, she undoubtedly became the center of attention.
Greeting familiar faces, exchanging pleasantries, handling toast requests.
For those she knew well, Mrs. Kasahara would speak with a delightful smile, and her face would light up when listening. For those she wasn’t interested in, she’d put on a solemn expression, listen to their greetings, and verbally express gratitude and surprise (though maybe she didn’t feel that way inside).
With people she didn’t want to deal with, she wasn’t as concerned with etiquette.
According to Fujiwara Reya’s observation, she’d stand straight in front of unwelcome guests, her gaze wandering. Occasionally she’d glance at her slender and beautiful arms revealed from her dress sleeves, sometimes peeking at her upright and alluring chest; sometimes she’d fiddle with the diamond necklace on her chest, other times she’d smooth down the shawl Fujiwara Reya had draped over her that seemed to guard her chastity.
Only when the annoying person finished babbling would her gaze fall on the speaker, her face showing a smile that sent them on their way.
Fujiwara Reya couldn’t help but thank his lucky stars.
Thankful that such a changeable woman is close to him, not an adversary.
Before he knew it, it was time for dancing.
Mrs. Kasahara’s face showed a sly smile: "I won’t fight with Yako for the first dance."
Mrs. Hoshimi felt a burst of joy and immediately spun her gaze to find her daughter.
"I’ll go have a word with Rinko." Mrs. Kasahara slipped deftly into the connection between Hoshimi mother and daughter.
Mrs. Hoshimi showed a bit of irritation, cursing at her retreating back: "Vixen..."
"Do we really need to dance?" Fujiwara Reya asked innocently.
Mrs. Hoshimi’s expression faltered a bit, then she pouted cutely with an expression that seemed to say, "Do as you like, I can’t do anything about it, I might as well give up."
Fujiwara Reya reached out and held her slim, cool hand.
"I didn’t think I’d do something I haven’t even done with my senpai yet, with you first." He chuckled softly.
Mrs. Hoshimi glared at him with a slightly cold look: "You’re after Mommy’s body."
You must be channeling Himeko... Fujiwara Reya held her slender waist, "I have only respect, no love for Mommy Yako."
A sudden pain in his waist.
"Respect and love," he quickly corrected.
Mrs. Hoshimi nodded with a proud expression, placing one hand on his arm, the other wrapping around his back: "Let’s have a dance, just as a demonstration for Rinko."
He wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her hand gently, and danced lightly.
Being so close, Fujiwara Reya could even see, hidden deep in Mommy Yako’s fair neck, the faint blue veins.
Viewing Chairman Hoshimi’s noble face up close, feeling her delicate frame, Fujiwara Reya felt a bit greedy. But these feelings were hard for him to control... Chairman Hoshimi’s elegant demeanor, nearly perfect figure, and serene classical beauty made her radiantly beautiful and nation-captivating at all times; yet it was this unattainable Hoshimi Yako that Fujiwara Reya could hold by the waist, doing as he pleased, how could he not have fanciful thoughts!
Thinking is one thing.
If you take it seriously, you’ll be in for a world of trouble.
On the sofa, Mrs. Kasahara covered her mouth with amusement, sipping her red wine glass.
Hoshimi Rinko, with arms crossed, leaned back on the sofa, her eyes occasionally glancing towards the dance floor.
"Will Rinko get jealous?" Mrs. Kasahara asked with interest.
"Why be jealous of your own mother?" Hoshimi Rinko responded calmly.
Mrs. Kasahara glanced at her with a smiling gaze: "Have you ever thought about your future life with the junior?"
Hoshimi Rinko answered with silence.
"Being too hesitant in emotions can lead to big losses." Mrs. Kasahara put a hand on her shoulder, giving a gentle squeeze.
On the dance floor, Fujiwara Reya and Mrs. Hoshimi walked out, perhaps because he was in a good mood, he looked exceptionally relaxed. Seeing him coming over, Hoshimi Rinko shrugged and lowered her gaze.
No matter what trouble he encounters, the junior can overcome it with ease, right?
After all, he’s a tengu with one foot unsteady, she really couldn’t imagine any obstacle in the world that could trip him up.
Arriving at the sofa, Fujiwara Reya gallantly kissed Mrs. Hoshimi’s hand.
His movements were quick, intimate and graceful, and after shaking her hand a few times, he lazily leaned back on the sofa, turning his gaze to Hoshimi Rinko beside him: "Senpai, would you like to dance with me?"
Hoshimi Rinko immediately picked up her skirt and moved away, showing a cold expression on her beautiful face, throwing a fierce glare at him.
Fujiwara Reya instantly adopted a somewhat silly, almost pleading for forgiveness look.
Just as he was about to say something to win back his senpai’s heart, a wave of demonic power suddenly emanated from the wine glass on the table, showing the scene the Mirror Princess was currently witnessing through the liquid’s mirror surface.
"Fumi!" Fujiwara Reya immediately called.
Kasahara Fumi raised her head from a pile of food, seeing his urgent expression. Instantly, she bit onto a large piece of steak, lifted her red dress, scurried over in quick short steps, and sat down right beside Fujiwara Reya.
Let me recommend a book.
"My Senpai, Not Human"
The title says it all, a romance with a non-human senpai.
An experienced author, both writing and plot are reliable, strongly recommended to follow along to avoid discontinuation.