Chapter 404: 154. Feitu Mountain, your god has returned. _3
Kawashima Miki had a sullen face and used her fists to hit him all over.
The Ferrari sped past, as the familiar cityscape retreated, the flat scenery turned into a more striking mountain landscape. Once they entered the Ookamizuki area, the view on both sides was completely blocked by the dense mountains.
Kawashima Miki seemed to have gotten tired from hitting, and lay down on Fujiwara Reya to rest.
Her eyes were closed, head gently resting on his shoulder, breathing quietly through her nose. Fujiwara Reya glanced down; under her clothes, the style of her bra peeked out. From the fair skin of the V-neck, a deep shadow was revealed.
Fujiwara Reya closed his eyes.
He took a deep breath.
Some things weren’t under his control if he wanted them to be. Kawashima Miki slightly opened her eyes, gave him a disdainful look.
"If Fukaeri wasn’t here, you’d be in trouble," Fujiwara Reya threatened her slightly, holding her tightly without any gap between them.
"I’ll bite you to death!" Kawashima Miki opened her mouth and bit his collarbone.
"Are you a puppy!" Fujiwara Reya retaliated, biting back.
After some playful fighting, both were a bit red-faced and breathless.
Kasahara Fumi cleared her throat.
"...Let go!" Kawashima Miki was a bit embarrassed, struggling to break free from his embrace.
But how could Fujiwara Reya let her have her way, he simply turned around, half-lying on the back seat, then pushed Miss Miki away. Caught off-guard, Kawashima Miki ended up lying back on his lap.
Her calves just happened to fall on his face.
Her slender beautiful legs, wrapped in a fine layer of black silk, were soft and delicate like rippling water. The curve of her thighs was smooth and plump, her calves without any excess flesh, her skin exuding a rose fragrance. Such perfect legs!
"Aren’t you disgusting!" Kawashima Miki couldn’t break free, angrily lifted her leg and slapped his cheeks a few times with her calf.
Her current posture was quite ambiguous, and with her leg movements, one could faintly see the black lace on the outside of her thigh under the green mini skirt.
"This is called ambiance." Fujiwara Reya gently tugged at the slippery black stockings, gave her plump thigh a squeeze, "Miss Miki’s charms are getting more seductive, maturing to the point that a squeeze might even make water come out."
"You’re so impudent!"
Kawashima Miki scolded angrily, then lifted her foot and stomped.
Her two black-silk covered soles pressed on both sides of his cheeks, grinding like she was crushing flour.
From the rearview mirror, Kasahara Fumi observed a sweet and tender scene!
Hmm.
In harmony.
Moreover, with mutual affection.
She felt rather redundant... Kasahara Fumi watched ahead expressionless on the surface.
The freeway path was completely devoid of city marks, more and more farmhouse-style buildings appeared, and the number of light-duty trucks increased significantly. After an hour and a half, the Ferrari turned off the freeway, driving on the roads of Nagano Prefecture.
The route was extremely complex, climbing up and down steep hills, narrow roads where passing was difficult, countless bends and turns. In such places, Kasahara Fumi did not slow down, the speeding tires launched pebbles far off the path.
Finally, as the road leveled out a bit, the Ferrari drove into a gloomy cedar forest.
The tall and upright cedars, when grown together, had grandiosity of enveloping the heavens, everything submerged into a dim shadow. Even the air, due to the high altitude and lack of light, became damp and cold, water vapor biting the skin.
"Do people live here?" Kawashima Miki asked, still stepping on Fujiwara Reya’s face.
"Few people ever set foot here, aside from a tourist area up ahead, calling it a semi-uninhabited area wouldn’t be wrong..." Fujiwara Reya said contentedly, sniffing her aroma, "But it’s lively at night, with mountain spirits everywhere, and plenty of little Totoros."
Kasahara Fumi turned the steering wheel sharply.
"Squeak—"
Amidst the sound of tires skidding on the ground, the car was brushed by a few tree branches.
The mountains and forests here were poorly managed, many branches extended into the road. As the Ferrari drove fast and recklessly through, it snapped quite a few branches along the way.
"Slow down a bit..." Kawashima Miki held tightly to the front seat, looking a bit pale, "If this keeps up, the coffee I drank this morning will spill out!"
"We’ll be there soon." Fujiwara Reya released her foot, sat up and held her in his arms, gently patting her back, "Next time we’ll come back at night, I’ll fly you home."
"I’ll ride you home." Kawashima Miki muttered.
"No problem." Fujiwara Reya leaned down and gave her a kiss.
After a while, Kawashima Miki pushed him away disdainfully, wiping her lips, "Full of saliva!"
Each time after a kiss, her soft oval face would have a delicate flush, that tantalizing peach-like skin tone, just by looking, one could judge how sweet and delectable it was.
The Ferrari exited the cedar forest, the light brightening up.
Kawashima Miki looked around and found themselves in a mountain basin.
The mountains were steep, pressing forward.
Along the way, there were quite a few homes, a wisp of white smoke spiraled up, likely lunch being made. In front of each house, firewood was piled high, with cats napping on it. On either side of the slopes were green terraced fields, stretching out lushly.
"If it were autumn, the mountains would be covered with golden rice and red maple leaves." Fujiwara Reya said.