Chapter 358: 142. Simple morning, breakfast, going out to sea..._4
Mrs. Kasahara shook her youngest daughter’s shoulders to wake her up, the room already filled with blazing sunlight.
"Hmm, Mom—"
"Hurry up and get ready, we’re heading out to sea for some fun."
Kasahara Asuka sprang out of the bed with a whoosh, her keen eyes blinking hard: "Mom, are you going to help me tease senpai?"
"Of course, Mom will definitely help you!" Mrs. Kasahara affectionately pinched her daughter’s nose.
"Yay~!"
Kasahara Asuka jumped with excitement and ran out the door.
Just as she stepped out, she seemed to remember something and peeked back, saying: "Mom, no sneaking snacks!"
"Absolutely not!" Mrs. Kasahara readily agreed.
But from the way her eyes drifted off into another world, it was clear she didn’t take her daughter’s words to heart... Sunshine, the sea, bikinis, such a good opportunity, how could she not sneak snacks? Who cares if her daughter gets mad, isn’t a daughter here to bring joy to her mother? That’s why she came into this world, right?
Once out the door, all the rain-blocking windows on the first floor were open.
The corridor and floors were scrubbed spotless, and the house was filled with the aroma of cooked and baked food.
"Good morning!" Mrs. Kasahara greeted Fujiwara Reya, who was sticking his butt out, wiping the floor, with a smile.
"Zero points!" Fujiwara Reya looked up.
"Meow~" Mrs. Kasahara made her hand into a paw shape by her cheek, coquettishly and playfully, "Master, would you like breakfast first? Or the mother-in-law cat first? Meow meow~"
"Full marks!"
No matter how you look at it, whether calmly or judging by enthusiasm, Mrs. Hoshimi has a long way to go in the art of teasing her son-in-law.
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After all the women had washed up, they gathered in the dining room.
The dining table was filled with food, with a glass vase off to the side, holding white and light pink roses, creating a romantic atmosphere.
"Good morning, everyone!" Mrs. Kasahara greeted cheerfully, "From the looks of everyone’s expressions, it seems you all slept well last night. Did you have any pleasant dreams?"
She wore a simple white home outfit, looking vibrant in the morning light like a college girl.
Beautiful people always look coordinated no matter what they wear, naturally. Kawashima Miki couldn’t help but glance at her enviously, thinking she’s indeed a noble lady from a prestigious family, with every move and smile like an elegant sprite.
"Classmate," Fujiwara Reya chuckled, "We need to do some warm-up exercises before breakfast."
"Warm-up exercises?" Mrs. Kasahara acted cute, "I’m hungry, do we have to?"
"Of course, students have to do it." Fujiwara Reya shifted his gaze, glancing around at the women, "Unless someone admits to being an old lady, they can be exempted."
"..."
Instantly, he became the public enemy of the women.
Especially the three older ones, who all wore shy, embarrassed expressions... They’ve been out of school for so long, who remembers how to do the warm-up exercises? However, Fujiwara Reya didn’t give them time to refuse, and directly started.
"Classmates, this summer is a time for us to strengthen our body and mind. Let’s welcome a lively morning together... one, two, three, four..."
The boy’s distinctive melodious voice echoed in the dining room.
The three older sisters glanced at each other, and ultimately, none of them wanted to admit they were old. They all stood barefoot on the wooden floor, basking in the morning sun, starting their exercises.
The younger ones ate while eagerly watching.
Their movements were clumsy and improper but thanks to their beauty, they pulled off each move well. Not long after, rosy blushes appeared on their cheeks, embarrassed by the gaze of two real students watching them like monkeys.
As for Fujiwara Reya...
My, oh my, the chest, the waist, the hips, those long legs... there can’t actually be anyone paying attention to the precision of their posture, right?
"I want some water."
"Me too."
The three women put on their shoes and went to the washroom to wash their feet.
Fujiwara Reya called the Snow Woman over to act as an air conditioner in the dining room.
Outside the window was the deep blue ocean, the sea breeze carrying a magical force, enhancing one’s appetite.
"Delicious," Kasahara Asuka praised.
Saying so, she then lifted the fish soup, sipping a mouthful with pleasure.
Fujiwara Reya displayed a satisfied expression, indicating his efforts weren’t in vain.
"Surprised, aren’t you? My cooking skills have improved rapidly." Mrs. Hoshimi boasted.
"..." Fujiwara Reya glanced at her.
Their eyes exchanged unspoken messages, and they shared a knowing smile.
"What were you two up to this morning?" Mrs. Kasahara keenly sensed something amiss.
"Exchanging cooking tips," Mrs. Hoshimi shrugged boastfully, "Due to a mutual confidentiality agreement, I can’t reveal the specific process to you. But Mr. Fujiwara praised me lavishly, calling me a reflection of Eastern aesthetics."
Hoshimi Rinko sipped her single bowl of fish porridge, casting a "you still haven’t learned your lesson" look at Fujiwara Reya.
Fujiwara Reya avoided her gaze, pulling out a whole piece of fish from the soup to give to Kawashima Miki, who was acting as an outsider: "I caught this fish, eat more, if it’s not enough, I’ll go back down to get more."
Kawashima Miki nibbled on the fish, feeling all warm inside.
Due to her identity as a yokai, she inherently felt fear and uneasiness around the two chairwomen from the Onmyo-ryo. But Fujiwara Reya’s blatant tenderness made her feel his resolve, and she liked this rascal even more.
The faces of two beautiful girls were hostile.
Comparatively, the two madams managed to stay calm.
"Darling..." Mrs. Kasahara swayed Fujiwara Reya’s arm with both hands, bringing her mouth close, "Why don’t I have one? Is Himeko not worthy of your kindness?"
Fujiwara Reya also picked out a piece for her.
"Ah!" Mrs. Kasahara opened her mouth.
"Don’t you have hands?"
"My hands are hugging you."
"... Fair enough." Fujiwara Reya used his chopsticks to feed her the fish.
In an instant, both of his feet got stepped on, judging from the size, the left was the younger sister, and the right was the older sister... and the angry little hand between his legs belonged to Miss Miki.
"For Chairman Hoshimi." Fujiwara Reya fished out a piece of fish for Mrs. Hoshimi as well.
In his eyes, mothers and daughters were the same, they must not be treated unequally. Everyone is family; there’s no need for favoritism or distance, let’s all love each other well... Didn’t give the daughter a piece of fish? Whatever, they’re young, aren’t they?
Even the "Air conditioner girl" came over.
"Ah~"
Her frost-covered soft red lips parted softly, blowing cold air onto Fujiwara Reya’s face.
"You can’t eat this." Fujiwara Reya patted her head, "Snow Princess, be good, I’ll take you out to sea later, and let you wear a bikini."
Snow Treasure couldn’t understand what a bikini was.
Instinctively, she felt it wasn’t a good thing, because the master likes to tease Snow Treasure the most... Thinking so, she quickly ducked behind Kawashima Miki for protection, showing her pair of clear blue eyes from behind her foster mother, looking poignantly and beautifully at her master, hoping he’d understand Snow Treasure wanted nothing else but ice pops.
This Snow Woman is so silly... the mother-daughter pairs of Kasahara family and the Hoshimi family simultaneously began scheming around Snow Treasure.
After breakfast, the servant brought around the yacht.
According to the original plan, they were supposed to go out to sea in the last two days of summer vacation.
But due to a major event during the summer festival, the two chairpersons decided to head out to sea for an early vacation and return directly to Tokyo two days later.
Kawashima Miki, who happened to show up, was also invited on board.
According to Fujiwara Reya’s guess, the two chairpersons were probably planning to use the boat to strictly interrogate her, then toss her into the ocean. It’s not that he’s randomly guessing here, because he saw it with his own eyes, that the younger sister packed cuff, whip, and rope, shoving them all into one full backpack when packing up. Besides the younger sister, the elder sister also tagged along, appearing in a police officer’s uniform.
The elder sister in the police officer’s uniform was a noble yet dignified beauty exuding a forbidden allure.
Could they be trying to use uniform temptation to make me confess my crimes... Fujiwara Reya stepped onto the yacht heading to the Pacific Ocean with a heavy heart.