Chapter 338: 138. The Fight Under the Table and Time Management_4
The third round of fireworks display quickly began.
Fujiwara Reya bought another shaved ice and a few grilled corns, heading towards a less crowded area. The dense woods on both sides stretched towards the road, winding and turning until the forest in front. The light here was somewhat dim, and the thick shade of the trees blocked the view of the fireworks. But if you didn’t want to be disturbed, it was a perfect place.
"What a nice spot," Kasahara Asuka’s eyes roved around the surroundings, "This little grove is just perfect for couples, it’d be better if the senior wasn’t here."
"It’d be better if you weren’t here," Fujiwara Reya tapped her on the head.
"Well, but since I’m here, the senior can only look but not taste," Kasahara Asuka smiled smugly, sitting down with her shoulder against his, eagerly waiting.
The third round of fireworks began.
With continuous sounds of "boom, boom, boom," the fireworks shot into the sky like arrows, exploding all at once. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet, all colors of fireworks bloomed in competition.
Fujiwara Reya took a few photos, sending them to Kawashima Miki.
After photographing the fireworks, he took a selfie with his mask on and sent it over.
[Fujiwara: Look, an original performance!]
[Miki: What’s that beside you?]
Fujiwara Reya zoomed in to check and found a rack beside him, on which several grimacing lion heads were hanging high.
These were lion heads used in Japanese lion dancing. The heads had many smooth and silky hairs, and the body was entirely in red, but the mane was green, giving a slightly grotesque and wild impression.
[Fujiwara: They should be props for the lion dance performance later.]
[Miki: Oh.]
[Fujiwara: What are you doing, ma’am?]
[Miki: Watching fireworks.]
[Fujiwara: Alone? It’d be great if you could be here by my side.]
Kawashima Miki read it but did not reply.
Fujiwara Reya put away his phone. After the feast of light and sound, as the fireworks disappeared, the sky once again plunged into darkness. The sea breeze blew away the gunpowder smoke, and Hoshimi Rinko used her hand to hold her wind-blown hair.
"Fireworks really make one feel melancholic."
Then, a breeze happened to blow over again, bringing the sound to his ears. Fujiwara Reya looked over. The tragedy-like side face of the senior, illuminated by the bonfire, seemed more solemn, dignified, and even more cold and ruthless than usual.
"What were you thinking about?" he asked.
"I was thinking about last year’s Sumida River Fireworks Festival," Hoshimi Rinko slightly tilted her head back, letting the sea breeze caress her hair, "Fireworks have always been considered the most beautiful scenery of midsummer by people. After adorning the night sky magnificently, they disappear without a trace immediately. This fleeting characteristic is quite tragic, really makes people sad."
"But those who see the fireworks remember it," Fujiwara Reya replied with a smile, "and they can watch them again every year afterwards."
"Last year, it was just you and me," Hoshimi Rinko’s voice was cool.
She wore her fox mask on top of her head, her bun hair styled below the nape bathed in firelight, tinged with a faint blush.
"Mmm, shaved ice is delicious." Fujiwara Reya took a scoop of shaved ice, acting as if he hadn’t heard what she said clearly.
"Next year, it will go back to being just the two of you," Kasahara Asuka said, munching on a piece of grilled corn, her little mouth smudged black.
Before the senior could counter, Fujiwara Reya tapped the junior on the head: "Next year, none of the three of us will miss out."
"Who’s going to be with you two?" Hoshimi Rinko was totally indifferent.
Kasahara Asuka pointed outside, "Then, please leave, senior!"
"I want shaved ice." Hoshimi Rinko looked directly at Fujiwara Reya.
Fujiwara Reya took a large scoop into his mouth and then handed the remaining half to her.
"I want some too!" Kasahara Asuka pouted discontentedly.
Fujiwara Reya, with shaved ice in his mouth, shrugged helplessly: "There’s none left..."
"There’s only one, it’s mine." Hoshimi Rinko calmly took the spoon, scooped a small spoonful of shaved ice into her mouth, and let out a satisfied sigh: "This summer, it’s the cool and sweet taste of watermelon."
Kasahara Asuka turned her head: "Senior, what’s in your mouth..."
A mischievous smile played on her lips, as some sort of scheme brewed in her clear, dark eyes.
"I’ll go buy some!" Fujiwara Reya immediately jumped up.
Joking.
If you kissed, the senior would explode on spot.
Choosing between kissing tonight and kissing late, Fujiwara Reya knew which was better.
Maneuvering through the crowd back to the shaved ice stand, just as he was about to greet the owner, a pair of hands grabbed him and dragged him away. As he disappeared, Kawashima Miki appeared at the shaved ice stand, searching for his figure.
Where is that rascal... the exceptionally beautiful witch’s face was grim, occasionally lit up mercilessly by the bonfire. Everyone around had masks on their heads, making it impossible to distinguish who was who. After watching for a while, she took out her phone to find a monk managing the order and asked, "These lion heads are beautiful. May I ask where they are? I want to take a photo."
"Oh, over there," the monk attentively pointed the beauty in the right direction.
"Thank you!" Kawashima Miki left with a cold face.
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"Hey, Kuri!"
"Aren’t you happy?"
"Can you tell me where we’re going?"
"Of course, to a place with no one around."
"...Then why are you taking me to the VIP seat?"
"Together with Fukaeri."
"That’s called ’no one’—"
Natsuki Kuri showed a meaningful smile.
Dragged all the way into the VIP seat, Fujiwara Reya’s eyes lit up.
The red-themed yukata on Kasahara Fumi looked especially gorgeous. At the sleeves and collar, colorful auspicious birds were embroidered with gold thread, matching her orange long hair, which elevated the whole look to an extreme level.
"What are you doing here?" Kasahara Fumi had a stern face, seemingly very unwelcoming.
"I was dragged here by Kuri," Fujiwara Reya plopped down on the tatami.
’When in Rome,’ as long as he managed his time well, accompanied each person for a while, tonight would definitely go smoothly.
"Let’s have fun together, the three of us," Natsuki Kuri sat beside him, naturally wrapping an arm around his waist. She wore a light blue yukata with a chrysanthemum pattern along the collar, looking very refreshing and elegant. Draped over her shoulders was an expensive Xiangyunsha short coat, and the necklace on her neck was glimmering.
Fujiwara Reya sighed helplessly, "Don’t play me to death."
"How could I, auntie wouldn’t bear to!" Natsuki Kuri blew warm breath on his cheek.
Her delicate lips made it easy for someone to have improper thoughts. Fujiwara Reya noticed she even sprayed some weird perfume, emitting a creamy scent.
"Weird," Fujiwara Reya asked, "Did you change your perfume?"
Natsuki Kuri rested her chin on his shoulder, gently stroking his cheek with her slender fingers: "Prepared specially for you, does it smell nice?"
"Let me smell it again." Fujiwara Reya leaned in to sniff her bare neck. A strong scent filled his nostrils, and somehow, he felt a bit dazed, uncontrollably recalling the scene of Mrs. Tanemura making milk tea.
"It’s like a child who hasn’t weaned off milk... Haha, just like I expected!" Natsuki Kuri laughed, regardless of her image.
Fujiwara Reya raised his gaze slightly.
On her smooth neck, the tiny, barely visible body hair clung to drops of white water. Under the bonfire’s light, these minute, almost invisible droplets glistened with a pearlescent glow, astonishingly beautiful.
Aunty’s skin was originally delicate and smooth, and with this layer of cream-like substance, it appeared even more luxurious. The hands of the Mountain God were already considered delicate, but compared to her skin, they seemed like those of a farmer covered in dirt.
"It’s practically immortal skin..." Fujiwara Reya controlled his heartbeat, his hand caressing her neck, "What’s this all about?"
"It’s a change made for Koriya," Natsuki Kuri smiled innocently, grabbing his hand gently sliding it down her neck.
The feel was off!
Through analysis, Fujiwara Reya concluded they were at least a cup size bigger.
"Did you have surgery?" he asked in disbelief.
"Auntie doesn’t need it!" Natsuki Kuri’s eyes and tone both turned gentle, seemingly mixed with yearning for the future, "That’s not all; later on, I’ll let you taste something even better."
"What is it?" Fujiwara Reya was a little expectant.
Natsuki Kuri giggled. "Hug me tight."
Fujiwara Reya turned his head to glance at Kasahara Fumi.
Sister’s usual expression was emotionless, and her eyes weren’t focused this way. So he extended his arms and pulled Natsuki Kuri tightly into his embrace. Just like an oar pushing at the bottom of a boat, although separated by clothes, Natsuki Kuri could still feel his arms and the firm muscles in his chest.
Like a young steer, his chest closely pressed against her softness.
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