Chapter 339: 139. Fox Kuri and Spider Miki
In the narrow compartment, Kasahara Fumi silently lowered her head.
The table was set with exquisite ceramic plates, small sake flasks, and cups. The sake in the small flask was nearly overflowing, the transparent pale yellow trembling slightly at the rim. She took a bite of food, then picked up the sake and took a sip. Opposite her, Natsuki Kuri held the cup with both hands, smiling sweetly as she fed sake to Fujiwara Reya.
"Young master, would you like a drink?"
In the rosy glow of the flame, she looked as beautiful as a flower about to burst into flames.
Fujiwara Reya downed the cup of sake in one gulp, slightly controlling his emotions: "Kuri, I still need to go out later to buy..."
"Shh!" Natsuki Kuri pressed her finger against his lips, her beautiful eyes full of tenderness, "Hold on for ten minutes, and I’ll give you a reward."
"..."
Seeing his dazed expression, Natsuki Kuri giggled and threw herself into his arms.
Fujiwara Reya glanced down at her open yukata neckline, her ivory-white collarbone making him swallow hard.
"Can you tell me what the reward is first?" he asked.
"Of course, it’s giving you my aunt." Natsuki Kuri lazily leaned against him, her hand under the table, once again challenging him with the ’inch-stop’ game.
Fujiwara Reya slightly pushed her shoulder away: "Sister Fukaeri is watching..."
"Oh." Natsuki Kuri responded nonchalantly.
"Restrain a little!" Fujiwara Reya sneakily raised his gaze to observe Kasahara Fumi.
Sister sat silently, eating her food, more than half of it already consumed. Once half-full, she sat still, her posture like a trained animal quietly resting in a place, unmoving, waiting for the owner to take her away.
"Are you embarrassed?" Natsuki Kuri pinched him heavily.
"Hiss—" Fujiwara Reya sucked in a breath, resisting the urge to smack her, "Aren’t you embarrassed?"
"Me? Of course not." Natsuki Kuri grabbed his favorite little Koriya, her eyes misty, "Fukaeri is going to push my back in the future, why should I be shy in front of her?"
Kasahara Fumi, who was focused on eating, looked up: "What’s this about pushing backs?"
"..." Fujiwara Reya was momentarily speechless.
"Haha, it means we have a good relationship." Natsuki Kuri mischievously explained, smiling at Kasahara Fumi like a close sister.
"Not good." Kasahara Fumi said in a flat tone, "We are merely in a cooperative relationship. After that, I will have no intersections with you."
"No, that won’t do." Natsuki Kuri sped up a bit, "Koriya clearly has a crush on you, and I don’t want him to be heartbroken."
Aunt, I’m really going to cry... Fujiwara Reya was touched and puzzled: "What made you think I’m interested in her?"
Kasahara Fumi, on the other hand, disinterestedly looked outside.
The summer festival was still ongoing, but the fireworks had ended. The sky was unexpectedly bright, as intermittent clouds drifted slowly from the sea towards the mountain.
"If I let you hug her, would you?" Natsuki Kuri chuckled, straightened her fair index finger, lifted Fujiwara Reya’s chin, her other hand continued its movement as she asked, "No lying, I can tell."
"Want to." Fujiwara Reya’s heart raced, his hand slid along the taut curve of her waist, holding her tightly in his arms, gasping, "But that’s purely because she’s beautiful, not because of liking her, what’s the connection?"
"With your status, would you lack beautiful women?" Natsuki Kuri’s eyes were full of a teasing smile, "From childhood to now, aside from taking liberties with me, I’ve never seen you take advantage of those goddess sisters."
"..."
This woman knows me too well!
Fujiwara Reya grabbed her wandering hand, sighed: "Don’t disclose all my secrets."
Her hand being held still, Natsuki Kuri puffed her cheeks in displeasure and glared at him.
"Goddess sisters... what do you mean?" Kasahara Fumi finally found something of interest.
"He grew up pampered by various deities." Natsuki Kuri lazily replied, leaning against Fujiwara Reya, "Besides being imitation of the Great Tengu, his most important identity is the Nagano Mountain God."
Kasahara Fumi looked at Fujiwara Reya, her eyes somewhat cold: "You didn’t tell me this!"
"..." Fujiwara Reya shrugged, speechless.
Natsuki Kuri spoke, interpreting the shrugging: "Our relationship wasn’t enough to discuss this, haha."
"Got it." Kasahara Fumi said expressionlessly, lowering her head again to eat.
The compartment fell silent for a moment, Natsuki Kuri’s hand resumed its lazy motions from before. The sea-scented mountain breeze whimsically shook the campfire and the two women’s soft hair. Kasahara Fumi disdainfully brushed aside the hair falling on her forehead with her hand, Fujiwara Reya glanced at her, seeing her left cheek lit red by the campfire, matching her hair color.
After thinking for a moment, he began to explain: "It’s not that the relationship isn’t enough to discuss this, but that there wasn’t an appropriate opportunity to say it, worried you’d think I was showing off."
Kasahara Fumi didn’t look up, only her fingers paused for a moment on the sake cup.
Firelight from the lantern seams illuminated the compartment, making it warm and her cheeks soft with a rosy hue.
"See, you explained to her." Natsuki Kuri said jealously, squeezing him tightly, "With your personality, unless you have feelings for her, would you care about her emotions!"
"Hey, let go..." Fujiwara Reya grimaced, begging for mercy, "Be gentle, what if you break it..."
Kasahara Fumi lifted her head again, intending to offer a word to Natsuki Kuri, but she could only see Natsuki Kuri’s arm nestled against Fujiwara Reya slightly moving. As for what was under the table, she was unclear, so she asked with a hint of curiosity: "What are you doing?"