He opened the drawer of the cabinet, found two pairs of long socks, and a smile reappeared on his face.
Kasahara Asuka couldn’t hold back and burst into laughter.
The clear and melodious laughter reached his ears, Fujiwara Reya turned around to look.
The orange-haired beautiful girl, stepping in the sunshine, hopped joyfully towards him.
A trendy short-sleeve white shirt tucked into a skirt below, her waist slender and tight, her long legs starkly exposed to the air, giving a feeling of summer’s arrival.
"Good morning, senior~!"
While running over, Kasahara Asuka cheerfully greeted him.
Fujiwara Reya noticed her fair little face looked especially pretty today, perhaps due to makeup, her soft lips appeared more hydrated and glossy than usual, perfectly adorned with light lipstick.
As she ran, the air lifted the hem of her skirt.
In an instant, a portion of the girl’s thighs was exposed, her fair skin shimmering in the light.
Perhaps she didn’t notice, or perhaps she didn’t think it was a big deal that her thighs were seen by Fujiwara Reya, Kasahara Asuka was unperturbed by her skirt’s hem being lifted, running all the way to stand in front of him, asking in a crisp voice: "First question of the holiday quiz: Does senior plan to conquer Asuka today?"
Fujiwara Reya didn’t react for a moment.
Is this how people greet each other on that planet?
"Not answering means yes!"
Kasahara Asuka self-assuredly concluded, looking at his handsome yet slightly dumbfounded face with a smile: "Second question: How do you pronounce the word ’hello’ in English?"
Fujiwara Reya was even more confused.
Isn’t it already English?
"It’s pronounced H-E-L-L-O, Hello, repeat after me: Hello, Asuka-san."
"Hello, Asuka-san..."
"Why’s your voice so lackluster, senior? You need to sound more excited!"
"Miss Asuka," Fujiwara Reya shook his head, answering seriously: "A priest is like a call girl, if you want them to pretend to be excited, it costs extra."
"Oh, what an interesting way to put it!" Kasahara Asuka stood on tiptoe at this interesting notion, suddenly getting close to Fujiwara Reya’s face, "Please, senior, always maintain such humor, or else Asakaze won’t like you anymore."
Their noses nearly touching, a unique citrus scent from her rushed into his nose.
Instinctively, Fujiwara Reya took a deep sniff.
"Does it smell nice?" Kasahara Asuka teased, twirling a strand of hair around her finger as she smiled at him.
Her voice was sweet yet slightly lazy, her smile pure yet coquettish, making the Mountain God’s heart race a bit.
"As soon as I smell it," Fujiwara Reya said calmly with a faint smile, "I’m reminded of the sweat smell on your two pairs of socks; how nice do you think it can be?"
"Oh right, the socks!"
Kasahara Asuka seemed to have just remembered, her expression immediately turning excited.
"Be honest," she said, looking down at the two pairs of long socks in Fujiwara Reya’s hands, her voice melodious as she asked: "Have the junior’s socks been secretly kept by senior for so long, have they been used at all during this time?"
"Haven’t they been used?"
"How could a man like me use long socks!"
"Is it out of embarrassment or not exciting enough?" Kasahara Asuka laughed like a little fox, lowering her voice as she enticed him: "If it’s not exciting enough, Asuka can wear all kinds of stockings and use her feet to help senior herself."
Fujiwara Reya was taken aback.
She asked this question a second time, how can she be so bold!
Seeing his stiff expression, Kasahara Asuka suddenly laughed, her laughter clear and pleasant.
"Silly senior," she said, covering the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, her bright eyes fixed on him: "Were you just thinking that Asuka should help you barefoot?"
A beautiful girl’s feet, whether barefoot or wearing various stockings, Fujiwara Reya could appreciate both.
But he knew that junior Asuka was just joking.
She’s quite bold, but touching her was out of the question.
"Asuka..., no, Kasahara," Fujiwara Reya leaned back cautiously, keeping his distance as he looked at her: "Why are you here again?"
"We’re here to take photos!"
Kasahara Asuka changed the subject, her eyes under long lashes lighting up mischievously like a playful puppy.
Before Fujiwara Reya could voice a refusal, she clamped both hands around one of his arms, pulling him under the torii gate, pulled out his phone and with a "click," took a close selfie.
"Senior looks quite photogenic, but Asuka still looks better."
Kasahara Asuka commented on the photo, using Fujiwara Reya’s phone to download and register on Instagram, then posted the picture with his account, along with a caption.
Fujiwara Reya rubbed his temple, feeling a headache.
"Hurry and take a picture of Asuka."
Kasahara Asuka returned the phone to him, then leaned against the torii gate to sit down, took off her shoes, and her smooth, pink little feet dangled in the sunlight with a contented expression.
A broad summer breeze blew from afar, softly lifting her orange hair.
Fujiwara Reya held up the phone, aimed the camera at her, but hesitated to press the shutter.
"Hey, senior, what are you daydreaming about, hurry up and take the photo!"
Kasahara Asuka pointed her foot, posing so much that her legs felt sore.
No choice, Fujiwara Reya had to take a few pictures of her feet, just to oblige her.
But to admit the truth.
The junior’s little feet were quite beautiful, small and sweet-scented, pleasing to the eyes.