Chapter 336: 138. The Struggle under the Table and Time Management_2
But just as the tea was brought over, Mrs. Kasahara’s leg brushed against his thigh, causing the tea to spill a little.
"Sorry, I got a bit excited." Fujiwara Reya calmly glossed over the incident, sipped his tea, "When you slowly let it enter your mouth, a clear and pure green fruit flavor emerges on your tongue. Seems like having a gentle-natured girl brew it was indeed wonderful."
Hoshimi Rinko’s lips subtly curled up.
Her expression was a bit smug, but mostly it was the unique shyness of a young girl.
To be honest, Fujiwara Reya really liked his senior’s girlish demeanor... None of the women around him were of this kind. Forget about older ones, among the few younger ones, the junior was a little demon.
"Senpai, senpai—"
Kasahara Asuka pouted, reaching through her mother’s arm to grab Fujiwara Reya’s arm.
"Asuka is also a gentle girl—" She cooed sweetly, like a child vying for attention.
"I think you need to relearn elementary school literacy." Fujiwara Reya said.
Kasahara Asuka picked up the leftover rind of the watermelon she ate earlier and threw it at him, giving him an alluring yet irritated glance: "You’ll see just how gentle your junior can be later!"
"Boom—"
Outside, the second round of explosions rang out.
Immediately following a "bang", a large chrysanthemum burst open in the night sky, its brilliant light even illuminating the distant sea.
The group was captivated by this stunning scene, all looking up at the sky, watching as large fireworks endlessly spawned new blossoms, cascading down with a "sizzling" sound like a waterfall.
"Amazing..." Hoshimi Rinko murmured.
She had seen fireworks before, but never on the sea, and the grandeur of the sea and sky as one struck straight at her heart.
Fujiwara Reya was also watching the fireworks, but he seemed a bit distracted.
Taking advantage of the noise from the second round of fireworks, with no more hesitation, and Chairman Kasahara not stopping him, there was no need for courtesy with her. At that moment, he felt the smooth sensation of a thigh. Very soon, Mrs. Kasahara, watching the fireworks with her head raised, had her forehead and cheeks lit red by the flames, though it wasn’t clear if it was because the fireworks were truly beautiful.
The second round of fireworks ended.
Attentive Hoshimi Rinko noticed that Aunt Kasahara’s snow-white face and neck had a flush of reddish glow.
The rosy cheeks, paired with her noble and charming eyebrows and eyes, made her look just like a ripe forbidden fruit, tempting one to take a bite.
"When does the third round of fireworks start?" Kasahara Asuka asked.
"In fifteen minutes." Mrs. Hoshimi said, then asked her daughter: "There will be performances after the fireworks, you can take a stroll around."
"Oh, sure." Hoshimi Rinko’s suspicious gaze swept briefly over Fujiwara Reya’s face.
"I want to go out with senpai first." Kasahara Asuka tilted her head, looking at her mother: "Mom, let me... hey, mom your face is so red."
"...Haha, it’s the heat."
Mrs. Kasahara was at a loss for words.
She wanted to say, your senpai is up to no good... but thinking of how she had mischievously extended her leg to tease him on her initiative, she felt too embarrassed to say anything.
"I’ll fan you, Mom." Her thoughtful younger daughter picked up a fan to cool her off.
At this moment, Fujiwara Reya wasn’t being naughty anymore, with both hands obediently placed on the table.
"...Phew." Mrs. Kasahara let out a sigh of relief.
Thank goodness there are so many people here, she thought. That brat is really bold. If he keeps being so presumptuous, wouldn’t there come a day when he pulls her pants down?
No way!
If anyone is to take them off, it should be done by Chairman Kasahara herself.
As Chairman Kasahara, she had never been provoked this way. Silently calming her stirred emotions, a glimmer of excitement flashed in her refined eyes.
As a child and subordinate, he was provoking her, his aunt and superior! Such a reversal was really, truly... too interesting!
With the intent of counterattacking on the spot and giving Fujiwara Reya a profound lesson, Mrs. Kasahara quietly extended her leg, using her toe to rub Mrs. Hoshimi’s foot beneath the table.
"Hmm?"
Mrs. Hoshimi, who was eating with her head lowered, suddenly shuddered.
"Yako, what’s wrong?" Mrs. Kasahara asked with concern.
"Oh, nothing, just a bit thirsty." Mrs. Hoshimi lowered her head further, reaching out to pour herself a glass of ice water.
Bringing it to her lips, she took a sip and held it in her mouth, when Mrs. Kasahara once again extended her foot, teasingly rubbing it against her calf.
"..." Mrs. Hoshimi drank the entire glass in one go, then looked up hazily. Across from her, Fujiwara Reya was chomping down on a piece of watermelon, while the mother and daughter of the Kasahara family were whispering to each other, with none of their expressions betraying any hint of unusualness.
But under the table, Mrs. Kasahara’s leg and Fujiwara Reya were locking horns.
Fujiwara Reya controlled the force and angle, ensuring not to kick anyone else, but Mrs. Kasahara was quite cunning, often deliberately kicking towards Mrs. Hoshimi. Eventually, Mrs. Hoshimi couldn’t stand it anymore, intentionally dropping her chopsticks on the ground, then subtly glancing under the table.
Mrs. Kasahara, who had been watching her movements, quickly tucked her legs obediently under her seat.
Under the table, Mrs. Hoshimi only saw that Fujiwara’s legs were stretched out, and naturally assumed it was him misbehaving. For the next ten minutes or so, this little rascal kept rubbing her leg, becoming increasingly audacious!
Mrs. Hoshimi was also at a loss for words.
Her daughter was right there, how could she say anything... Moreover, having been bullied by Mrs. Kasahara for a long time, she had somewhat of a resigned personality. Throughout, she pretended to calmly eat her food, occasionally exchanging a few words with her daughter, trying her best not to let the others notice her peculiar state.