Chapter 413: 156._3
"Now you’re scared to move?" Natsuki Kuri laughed, using her fingers to scratch his chin.
"We’re at home, gotta behave," Fujiwara Reya explained, his voice hoarse.
"Hmm, I accept this explanation." Natsuki Kuri nodded understandingly and continued scratching his chin, "Well then, it’s time I settle some scores with you."
"Settle scores?"
"You brought two wives back home."
"...Uh, haha."
"I’ve been here for over ten years, right?"
"...Yes."
"I’ve waited so long without getting the title of ’wife,’ don’t you think that’s unfair?"
"Unfair!" Fujiwara Reya looked indignant, as if he weren’t the one being criticized.
"Alright, since you know it’s unfair, just accept the punishment quietly!" Natsuki Kuri threw her legs over him, reviving an old challenge.
"..."
Fujiwara Reya was on the verge of tears.
"Not a word." Natsuki Kuri smirked disdainfully, lifting the hem of her kimono, pressing harder.
In that instant, her long, graceful legs were fully exposed, curves seductive, thigh flesh full of bounce, an irresistible tactile delight.
Reason tells us!
Being able to admire the beautiful legs of an unrelated elder should be a wonderful thing, yet Fujiwara Reya’s expression seemed like he was under immense torture, even a bit contorted.
Because!
Natsuki Kuri!
Was really pressing hard!
Damn it!
Aren’t you afraid of actually squashing me into a patty and not having anything to eat in the future?
No way!
As a man, I can’t be so passive!
Seeing Natsuki Kuri wasn’t letting him go anytime soon, Fujiwara Reya suddenly reached out, pulled her tightly against his waist, and pushed.
Natsuki Kuri couldn’t help but gasp "ah."
The girl’s body seemed to be waiting for him, slyly warm like a nest waiting for the beloved to return home. Like a flower flicked at the tips of their fingers, trembling and swaying indistinctly.
She closed her eyes.
Unlike the Natsuki Kuri with open eyes, her peaceful closed eyes were more enigmatic.
Facing her, Fujiwara Reya focused on her slightly parted red lips.
His heart was pounding fiercely.
Feeling the high neck of his kimono tightly chocking his neck, it was slightly uncomfortable.
However, despite her closed eyes, Natsuki Kuri lightly squeezed his fingers.
This was a signal.
Enticed by Natsuki Kuri’s subtle motion, Fujiwara Reya brought his lips to hers. As their lips met, from an outsider’s perspective, they would certainly see the blending beauty of two as if mercury merging.
All extraneous emotions were swept away, leaving only genuine warmth.
Natsuki Kuri’s lips grew increasingly tender. Fujiwara Reya withdrew his hand, wrapped his left arm around her shoulder, lifted her chin with his right hand. His fingers felt the delicate cartilage of her chin, which in turn increased the intimacy of the kiss.
When the lips parted, Natsuki Kuri was still breathing softly with her eyes closed.
Fujiwara Reya’s gaze fell downward.
Her bare feet, toes curled up, like a little white mouse sensing danger peeking out of the grass. He touched her face and found it was burning hot, making him smile contentedly.
"My little Koriya, Izunaga Saburo is here..." Natsuki Kuri turned over, speaking in a dreamy tone, "You’re not thinking of a plan, yet you’re here bullying Kuri, you’re really bad."
"Who cares who comes." Fujiwara Reya once again held her tightly.
"You little rascal, I can’t breathe." Natsuki Kuri gasped, opening her eyes, her beautiful long eyelashes spreading out like blooming petals.
The outside world was bathed in brilliant sunlight, everywhere bright, the deep green of the garden trees glowing like a blissful paradise. Yet the wind blowing into the room was cool, gradually clearing his mind, Fujiwara Reya relaxed his grip a bit, teasing her: "Now that you’re begging for mercy after being so fierce just now?"
Natsuki Kuri let out a satisfied sigh.
Looking at the clouds outside the window, she felt an intimacy akin to playing with her pet. Squinting her eyes, the slightly vague sweetness in her mind made her feel as if she were floating above the clouds.
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Leaving the room, returning to the dining room, two maids were tidying up.
The ceiling had a huge glass skylight, with light pouring in like passing through a water tank, spilling over the maids arranging the tableware. The table had been set with a tablecloth and a potted small pine tree. The light through the skylight cast a glass-like hue on the celadon of the bonsai. The pine tree seemed to have revived, the needles sparkling.
After they left, feeling bored, Fujiwara Reya messed up the neatly arranged tableware and put them back in place, looked around, then rearranged them, energetically yet futilely.
Natsuki Kuri sat nearby, watching his antics with a smile.
Footsteps came from behind the curtain, and Fujiwara Reya looked up.
"What are you doing?"
Even before she could be seen, Kawashima Miki’s voice, carrying a hint of laughter, flowed through, like a joyous bird in the morning forest. Soon, Aunt Qing lifted the curtain, and the two soon-to-be madames, in cool Sendai silk kimonos, entered the dining room.
The white collar, embroidered with elegant floral patterns, was blue like the sky. A thin red string pinned to the chest, tied into a small red knot, buttoning the garment. Their waist belts were tied in a bow at the back, representing unmarried women, pure and elegant.