Chapter 407: 155. Mountain God Sacrifice Approaching_2
"Is that really true?" Kawashima Miki asked softly.
Kasahara Fukaeri’s expression was also full of curiosity.
"Of course it’s true!"
To prove his point, Fujiwara Reya brought up an example.
"When my father was still human, he was chased by a monster to the Feitu Mountain. It was only because the Mountain God extended a helping hand that he escaped successfully. He even inherited the Mountain God’s legacy and eventually became the new Mountain God."
After hearing this, Kasahara Fukaeri smiled slightly and said with a longing tone, "Your father was an extremely gentle person. I suppose only someone like him could inherit the Mountain God’s legacy."
"No, you’re wrong," Fujiwara Reya directly shattered her idealized image of her future father-in-law, "He got the Mountain God’s legacy because he was involved with the Mountain God’s daughter."
"..." Kasahara Fukaeri’s eye twitched.
"Hahaha..." Kawashima Miki laughed so hard she couldn’t stand up straight.
After staying stunned for a while, Kasahara Fukaeri sighed deeply, muttering, "Like father, like son..."
"Alright, let’s go up the mountain." Fujiwara Reya led them as they continued to climb the mountain.
Kasahara Fukaeri looked up at the highest palace.
At the summit of the towering mountain stood a magnificent temple, its vermillion lacquer gleaming in the sunlight.
The lush leaves swayed in the wind, the vast fields in the distance shimmered, and nearby, wildflowers and plants lay sprawling.
It was a bright and shadowless mystical world, irresistibly captivating her heart.
Fujiwara Reya, walking ahead, was full of life from head to toe. The lines of his neck and shoulders shone brightly, as dazzling as sun-soaked foliage. Kasahara Fukaeri suddenly recalled a night when her mother, speaking with her, commented on him: Pride must be relaxed, bright, with an openly visible radiant quality, something only witnessed on him in this vast world.
Along the mountain path, they encountered many maidservants.
All young and beautiful creatures, some dressed in traditional kimonos, others in business suits, and even some in Western-style maid outfits. The mountain seemed to be all female, without a single male in sight.
Damn it, why are there so many women at your place! Kawashima Miki cursed in her mind as they walked.
After walking up for five or six minutes, they arrived at a small shrine.
A very small shrine, with a simple cypress-bark roofed hall hidden among the cedar trees, making it seem like a place to soothe restless souls. Behind the hall stood a few tall, slender red pines, reminiscent of young samurai with red-sheathed swords.
"Climbers must worship here and undergo a purification ritual before climbing the mountain."
Fujiwara Reya acted as the guide, explaining to them while conducting the purification ritual. The purification ritual involved cleansing one’s hands and face and receiving the blessing of a priest.
The priest’s blessing referred to reciting a prayer.
As the master, Fujiwara Reya had arbitrarily changed it to a hug.
After all, he was the Mountain God himself, and he could dictate how the purification ritual was conducted.
"Come, let me give you a hug."
Before Kawashima Miki could protest, she was firmly embraced.
She was at the most beautiful age for a woman, with a seemingly mature charm, yet harboring a youthful innocence that only her beloved could perceive.
"Welcome home," Fujiwara Reya said, playfully reaching out to remove her ponytail ribbon.
Her luxurious black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, emitting a noble and rich fragrance akin to blooming black roses.
"Oh, stop fooling around." Kawashima Miki reached for her ribbon, lightly smacking his hand, then while retying her ponytail, she complained, "You’re annoying! You’re the Mountain God, and you’re about to settle down, so how can you still be so frivolous!"
"Settle down with whom?" Fujiwara Reya asked amusedly.
Knowing he was teasing her, Kawashima Miki couldn’t be bothered to respond.
Fujiwara Reya had to look at Kasahara Fukaeri: "How about with Fukaeri?"
"Scram!" Kasahara Fukaeri replied clearly and unkindly.
"If you don’t agree, fine, why curse?" Fujiwara Reya looked aggrievedly back at Kawashima Miki.
Kawashima Miki, while arranging her hair, gave him a smug look as if to say, "Serves you right."
Fujiwara Reya reached out again.
She laughed and stepped back, happy, "Don’t touch me, who knows you."
In her haste to tie up her hair, it ended up quite loose, and the slightly disheveled style clashed with her graceful and gentle face, making her look like a weary, languorous beauty who had just been satisfied.
Especially her bright eyes, which seemed to tell endless tales and drew people in.
Overall, an elegant beauty!
With Miss Miki’s purification completed, it was Sister Fukaeri’s turn.
Whether Kasahara Fukaeri saw through his little trick or not, she lowered her gaze and let him wrap his arms around her.
As he held her, this policewoman’s body, white and elastic, exuded a fragrance like maple leaves. Fujiwara Reya felt an incredible warmth in his fingers, as if touching non-scalding molten lava.
"Are we done yet..." Kasahara Fukaeri asked in his ear.
"Just a bit longer," Fujiwara Reya didn’t want to let go too soon, still holding her tightly.
She was really tall, and in high heels, she was even a tad taller than Fujiwara Reya. Being hugged, she was evidently somewhat tense and uneasy, yet her expression remained calm and composed. Her shyly clenched fists added a unique feminine charm that was as inviting as it was hesitant.