Chapter 371: 146. The Change of My Junior Female Schoolmate_3
Miss Miki and Mrs. Kasahara seem to be chatting about something, laughing joyfully.
Fujiwara Reya could somewhat guess what the two were talking about, probably ten to one it was about him. Ah, it’s really tough being popular...really tough.
"Why are you still not coming over!" Kasahara Fumi’s voice sounded a bit cold.
"Eh, I’m coming." Fujiwara Reya drew back his gaze and went to the grill to help skewer the food.
The ingredients prepared by the two ladies were very abundant, high-grade black pork and beef, premium pork belly, etc.; the seafood was also top-notch, with scallops almost as big as a fist, and all kinds of drinks were available.
Kasahara Fumi peeled the scallops, placed them on a foil dish, and put them on the grill.
After a while, the sizzling sound of hot oil could be heard.
The air was filled with the aroma of seafood.
The enormous sunset slowly sank in the west, dyeing the horizon a sauce-like red.
Orange sunlight scattered from the clouds, casting beams on the sea surface. Fujiwara Reya, while pondering the cause of the Tyndall effect, skewered thinly sliced beef on sticks.
"What’s the matter, Fujiwara?" Mrs. Kasahara knelt on the sand, crawled over on all fours, "You seem a bit out of it. Is the meat done? Feed me a bite."
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Sunshine, beach, and a young mother-in-law in a seductive swimsuit crawling over... this is going to be big trouble!
Fujiwara Reya’s gaze was completely occupied by the plump skin under her bikini, slightly exposed, like the fresh and cool air of a summer morning. Not to mention her outstanding skills and noble status, just from her naive seductive demeanor, one could hardly look away.
"Almost done." Fujiwara Reya turned the skewers in his hand, thinking how big and white the beef was.
"You can’t ignore me." Mrs. Hoshimi also came over.
The two ladies sat chatting side by side, exuberantly like they were on a picnic. Kawashima Miki sat on the sunlit sand drinking barley tea, her perky, fair buttocks embedded with tiny grains of sand.
On the grill, the foil dish filled with scallops bubbled away.
Fujiwara Reya occasionally glanced at the sea, then at them, opening a bottle of lemon soda for Snow Woman. Snow Woman tucked the soda into her chest to warm for a while, then carefully handed the frosty bottle to him.
Inside the light-reflecting glass bottle, it seemed like the sharp moan of ice was emerging, as if the ice felt the crisis, mercilessly melting away in the last afterglow of summer.
Amidst this sound, Kasahara Asuka returned.
She walked with somewhat unsteady steps across the grass by the edge of the beach, her orange hair seeming to merge with the gentle sunlight. Watching her, a pair of transparent wings seemed to unfurl behind her, as if she were about to turn into an angel.
The shadow of the palm trees was exaggeratedly stretched by the mischievous late-summer sunshine.
Against the backdrop of a sky slowly turning blood red, in the island woods, one after another red dragonfly fluttered its wings.
This is the herald of autumn!
This is the sign of passion slowly, slowly cooling from the inside, transforming into reason! For some people, this might be an opportunity for growth. For Fujiwara Reya, late summer signals that a relaxed life is about to end, and he will soon return to Tokyo, back to the power struggles.
As the sun set, the sea was already shrouded in mist, blurred and indistinct.
The wings of seagulls had turned black, with no trace of a ship’s silhouette.
Incredible.
Such a vast space, yet so deserted.
Just now, the sea that radiated golden light was immediately pitch black, Fujiwara Reya gazed at the darkening sky, listening to the conversation between the senior and junior beside him.
Kasahara Asuka lazily propped her chin, sipping juice: "Hey, senior, if you had to kill someone today, who do you think it should be? Who should be killed to make Japan a bit cleaner?"
"Fujiwara Reya." Hoshimi Rinko said, twirling her hair with her fingers.
"No way! Though he’s capable, he’s just a small fry."
"He’ll become a big shot in the future, better to kill early."
The two dazzlingly beautiful girls, speaking back and forth, while the beef on the grill sizzled from the charcoal fire.
Hoshimi Rinko said, her eyes shining: "That guy is capable, talented, and harbors secrets. Only by killing him will Japan’s future have hope."
"Oh, I get it!" Kasahara Asuka nodded, her expression firm, saying: "Before killing him, we should properly torture him."
"For example?"
"Handcuff him, whip him, pour seawater on his wounds..."
It’s not necessary, I’m just a little rubbish... Fujiwara Reya innocently placed the grilled thin beef and scallops into a small dish.
His eyes turned to the two ladies, in the dimming light, he saw the two pairs of white hands softly resting on their knees. Their gaze at the daughters was nurtured with a gentle, maternal affection, like dew-wetted plants.
His gaze shifted a bit to the side, to Kawashima Miki, blending in with the sunset reminiscences of blood.
She is now extremely pleased with herself.
So much that her upturned mouth couldn’t settle down.
The animal fat dripped onto the grill with a slight sizzle, and the charcoal fire suddenly flared up.
The two girls paused their conversation, sitting motionless on the beach. The side profile of their faces appeared extraordinarily beautiful against the firelight. In an instant, those two beautiful side profiles evidently sensed Fujiwara Reya’s gaze.