Chapter 534: 186. Aunt’s Boat Ticket_2
"Hmph, it’s all your fault..."
Yukino Ritsuko smiled awkwardly and gave him a playful slap.
Seeing her adorable expression, Fujino Timiya couldn’t resist hugging her a bit tighter.
Under the streetlamp, her skin looked as smooth and fair as a freshly peeled boiled egg, almost reflective.
Fujiwara Reya was just about to give her a kiss right there and then.
"Hello, may I see your ID, please?"
A female traffic officer in uniform said from behind.
Yukino Ritsuko scrambled to stand up, feeling guilty because she didn’t have a driver’s license.
"Here it is, here it is." Fujiwara Reya quickly handed over his license.
"She was driving just now!" the female officer stated.
"Ah, sorry, it won’t happen again..." Yukino Ritsuko admitted her mistake sincerely.
The officer seemed to want to say more, but Fujiwara Reya took out his Section 9 ID.
After a quick glance to verify his identity, the officer gave a formal salute and left.
"Phew~"
Yukino Ritsuko patted her chest and exhaled deeply.
"That scared me to death."
"Think you’ll still dare to be naughty?" Fujiwara Reya teased her, helping her up onto the small motorcycle.
This time, Yukino Ritsuko didn’t dare drive again and obediently held onto his waist.
The Honda Cub restarted, and after a short ride, she chuckled and said, "Hmm, I’ll still dare next time."
Back home, Kawashima Miki was already in the room, engrossed in her computer work.
Fujiwara Reya walked in and casually closed the door behind him.
Kawashima Miki rubbed her eyes, slumping her shoulders with a tired expression. Fujiwara Reya walked in and said, "Why don’t we go on a honeymoon?"
"No."
Kawashima Miki curled her legs up, lazily resembling a puppy just waking up.
"Come on, or I’ll go with Riho and Fukaeri instead." Fujiwara Reya patted her on the forehead as if comforting a tired little dog. Kawashima Miki swatted him with annoyance, "You cheeky little devil..."
"You’re the cheeky one!"
Fujiwara Reya reached for her chest with both hands.
He’d done this countless times, and Kawashima Miki had long anticipated it, immediately reaching to knock on his forehead. The two of them tangled together on the chair, their clothes soon becoming disheveled, and their breathing grew heavier.
"The tickets Yayako gave me have the Natsuki Consortium’s logo, so I thought of taking you to check it out." Fujiwara Reya said while unbuttoning her shirt.
"What’s my aunt planning?" Kawashima Miki glared at him with a frown but then shook her head, "Whatever... you already made up your mind, no need to ask my opinion."
"It’s our honeymoon after all."
"Look at you, letting other women pay for our honeymoon, what a failure!" Kawashima Miki giggled.
After laughing, she realized that three buttons on her chest were already undone. She quickly stood up, wary, "Don’t even think about it!"
Fujiwara Reya said nothing, sitting on the chair, he casually extended his hands to her.
"What do you want?" Kawashima Miki stood in front of him.
"Come here."
"Tch...you think I’m your pet, coming at your beck and call..."
Though she protested stubbornly, after less than five seconds, Kawashima Miki returned to sit on his lap. The crisp shirt that represented her competent persona was soon unbuttoned, revealing her usual red and black bra. As she curled up her legs, dressed in black suspenders, the narrow skirt lifted, revealing a smooth, delicate patch of skin.
The two of them curled up on the office chair, effectively making her nestle into Fujiwara Reya’s embrace.
"You heartless person, always making me run around for you," Kawashima Miki said comfortably, massaging her ankle, "My delicate feet will be overused and become coarse one day."
"Nonsense, you’re a Luo Xinfu!" Fujiwara Reya held her black nylon-covered ankle, gently massaging it, "Even if both feet become coarse, you still have six..."
"You’re the one with eight legs, idiot! Why mention Luo Xinfu of all things? You’re doing it on purpose... and I won’t say you’re a Tengu... ah... don’t touch me!"
"Mrs. Miki is so cute."
"Hey, behave... if Riho comes in and sees, I’ll kill you..."
In Kawashima Miki’s slightly reproachful voice, Fujiwara Reya had already unbuttoned her back and unclipped her hairpin. Her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, covering her fair back. The competent aura of Mrs. Miki vanished, leaving behind a simple, young wife nestled in Fujiwara Reya’s arms.
Holding her close, Fujiwara Reya said softly, "I love Mrs. Miki like this the most."
Kawashima Miki rolled her eyes at him symbolically.
Fujiwara Reya then lifted her skirt with one hand, pulling down the final layer of fabric.
"Here?"
A rosy blush spread across Kawashima Miki’s face.
As they drew closer, she whispered, "Wait a...," then knelt on the chair, leaning against the window, reaching to draw the curtains. There was no real need as it was just the three of them living here, but when it came to such matters, she was always shy.
With the curtains drawn, Kawashima Miki breathed softly, and her body gradually relaxed.
"Uh... let’s go back to bed..."
"No, right here."
"You’re always up to different tricks..."
"Don’t worry, I’m gentle."
As he spoke, Kawashima Miki’s body suddenly trembled, her eyelids slightly quivering: "Liar... a complete liar... you also said you’d be gentle before, but I ended up..."
After some time, Yukino Ritsuko came in, pushing the door open.
Holding takoyaki, she looked somewhat dumbfounded.