Chapter 403: 154. Feitu Mountain, your god has returned. _2
Large eyes gazed at Fujiwara Reya, conveying a somewhat innocent and bewildered feeling. Fujiwara Reya didn’t want to answer the question, quickly deflecting: "Thank you so much, I’ve just had an apple, come, let’s eat together, don’t be shy."
One day, you’ll die at the hands of women...Kasahara Fumi began to worry about the future of her womanizing subordinate.
The breakfast they brought was quite lavish.
There were roast beef sandwiches, salad, smoked salmon, blueberry ice cream, and plenty of it. The table was filled, almost like a small banquet.
Four supernatural beings disguised as humans, chewing on sandwiches, eating salad, grabbing smoked salmon.
On the surface, the atmosphere seemed harmonious.
Except for the sulking Kawashima Miki.
But the other two women at the table weren’t combative by nature.
So the only way she vented was by incessantly pinching the man’s thigh.
Although it hurt a bit, Fujiwara Reya felt lucky in his heart while eating.
Thank goodness Miss Yukino was too naive to see the murderous intent in Miss Miki’s eyes, otherwise, it would have been another chaotic scene.
Mist flowed between the buildings, spreading, as sunlight gradually rose from below the skyscrapers. After breakfast, Kawashima Miki and Kasahara Fumi went back to the car, Fujiwara Reya tidied up, took a small backpack, and prepared to leave.
"Mr. Fujiwara..." Yukino Ritsuko called out.
Fujiwara Reya turned his head: "What’s up?"
Leaning against the bar, she frowned slightly: "When will you be back? Ryoko and I will set off for Nagano Prefecture after moving... if you’re late, I’m afraid you’ll miss us..."
"I’ll go with them."
"Hmm..."
"Don’t break the date," Fujiwara Reya chuckled, discreetly pointing to the car outside, "That tigress is waiting for me to explain, if I don’t accompany her, I’ll get scolded."
As the sun rose higher, remnants of moisture lingered in the sky, and Yukino Ritsuko looked up and smiled.
Certain things suddenly became clear in her heart.
"Who is she?"
"Miss Miki. My main wife, a wealthy lady, isn’t she beautiful?"
"Hmm... I’m quite envious of her, I want to make more money too, Mr. Fujiwara... will you teach me?"
"Sure."
"Thank you," Yukino Ritsuko said, "Mr. Fujiwara is truly gentle."
It wasn’t out of gentleness, Fujiwara Reya smiled, turning his head.
Just a love for all, wanting to give each beautiful supernatural sister a warm home.
Inside the car, Kawashima Miki leaned against the door, turning her face to glance at him.
"She is the Snow Woman," Fujiwara Reya explained.
Kawashima Miki’s face softened a bit, wrinkling her small nose but not paying attention to him. She just sulkily stared across the road, dwelling on something, showing a hint of resentment.
"Snow Woman huh..."
Kasahara Fumi glanced inside the bakery, then bent over and got into the driver’s seat.
"Let’s discuss inside the car," Fujiwara Reya held Kawashima Miki’s small hand, opening the back seat.
"Don’t touch me!" Kawashima Miki jerked away, angrily getting into the back seat, folding her arms in a sulk.
Judging by Fujiwara Reya’s affection for Snow Treasure, she was certain that woman was her sister, another addition to the harem, and it would be surprising if she showed Fujiwara Reya a good face.
The yellow Ferrari left the bakery, while Yukino Ritsuko remained dazed behind the counter.
By nature, she was a quiet-hearted woman.
Confused about matters of the heart, now watching the Ferrari leave from afar, she felt a complex emotion she couldn’t describe. Reflecting on those two beautiful women just now, her mood turned slightly low.
Unable to figure things out, she held a book in her hands, childishly thinking: Someday I’ll become a wealthy lady too, then buy a sports car much more expensive than that yellow one...
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The Ferrari got onto the capital highway, heading towards Ookamizuki.
Kasahara Fumi focused on driving, while in the back seat, Fujiwara Reya’s left hand wrapped around Kawashima Miki’s waist, his right hand supporting her shapely bottom, the elasticity arousing one’s breath.
Kawashima Miki wrapped her arms around his neck, her gaze always looking out the car window.
"Don’t be mad," Fujiwara Reya gently nuzzled her cheek.
Kawashima Miki kept a stern face, staying silent.
"Say something, madam."
"I don’t want to talk, what does it matter to you?"
"Are you jealous again?"
Kawashima Miki glanced at him sideways, then turned her gaze back to the traffic outside the window: "...I’m not jealous."
"Got it, the madam’s heart is the most generous," Fujiwara Reya chuckled, looking quite confident, "From now on, you’re the elder sister, don’t bully Yukino, okay."
Kawashima Miki’s face blushed, and immediately she became enraged like a cat whose tail was stepped on, punching him on the head: "Laugh, laugh, you’re still laughing! Are you satisfied now? Tell me clearly, how many more are there—"
"Let me count," Fujiwara Reya pondered, cautiously saying, "At least six."
Kasahara Fumi’s hand shook, nearly driving out of the guardrail.
Kawashima Miki suddenly twisted his ear, glaring at him fiercely: "How can you be so greedy!... I ask you! Who are these six!"
"Junior, senior, you, Miss Yukino, aunt, and Sister Fukaeri."
Kasahara Fumi frowned.
"Don’t include me," she said coldly.
"That’s impossible!" Fujiwara Reya’s gaze crossed Kawashima Miki’s shoulder, "In Minami-Izu, I already said, I’ll use three months to melt you, that’s not... Ouch, madam let go—"