Chapter 416: 156._2
"..."
Her voice was like apricots in June.
Light and warm, mature, every element perfectly measured, quite enchanting.
Fujiwara Reya looked around, seeing no extra eyes in the hallway back to the room, and eagerly wrapped his arm around her waist.
Natsuki Kuri was now dressed in a casual Kyoto-style triple-layer kimono with narrow sleeves, her demeanor elegant, like a beautiful flower standing tall.
"Sneaky Kuri," Fujiwara Reya cursed.
"Hmm?" Natsuki Kuri wrinkled her ivory-carved, poised and symmetrical nose.
"Beautiful Kuri!" Fujiwara Reya quickly corrected himself.
Natsuki Kuri slowly revealed a smile.
Those slowly flowing autumn-like eyes, particularly enchanting. She always merged her speech with a smile, letting the smile gradually reach her eyes, forming a graceful expression. The entire transformation of her expression was in a sublime dynamic, giving people immense joy.
"Alright, hug’s over!" Natsuki Kuri turned him around and pushed him forward, "Quickly change clothes, I’ve been waiting forever, I’m hungry."
In Fujiwara Reya’s room, a pair of six-fold screens were placed by the bedside, with poems from Cold Mountain inscribed on them.
On the purple sandalwood shelf by the foot, a parrot carved from jade perched on a stand, the detailed engravings on its wings clearly visible. Other than that, not much different from a normal human’s room.
It is worth mentioning that the bed was very large, enough to accommodate three or five people comfortably.
Natsuki Kuri went to the wardrobe, took out a black ceremonial garment with the Mountain God family crest, and helped Fujiwara Reya put it on. While tying his belt, she said, "This time, Izunaga Saburo is also coming back for the Mountain God festival."
Izunaga Saburo was the Great Tengu of Mt. Izunaga.
He lived in Mt. Izunaga in Nagano Prefecture, not far from here.
"When father was around, he wouldn’t even dare come close to the sacred mountain." Fujiwara Reya shrugged, quietly removing her restless hands, "Now it’s just the second year, and he’s rushing over, maybe trying to assert his presence."
"After all, he is a Great Tengu, how could he endure the humiliation of being suppressed by a Mountain God." Natsuki Kuri laughed, stepping back, her eyes narrowed as she looked him up and down, "Besides... don’t blame Aunt for being harsh, compared to my brother-in-law, you now..."
"I’m still young..." Fujiwara Reya avoided her gaze and looked out the window.
"Young?" Natsuki Kuri raised both hands, gesturing in front of his eyes.
"..."
Sometimes, Fujiwara Reya really couldn’t deal with this woman.
"Lie down," Natsuki Kuri pushed him down onto the bed.
Immediately after, she loosened her belt and lay down as well.
The midday room was silent all around.
Their bodies embraced on the bed, breathing in the warm air.
Faced with the much younger Fujiwara Reya, Natsuki Kuri was very forward, often teasing him, her rash behavior occurred frequently. All in all, she was a dazzling and passionate woman like a summer dahlia, very enchanting.
"Don’t move, let me lie for a while." Natsuki Kuri bent over, her body sprawled like a crumbling jade mountain.
Fujiwara Reya, lying on his back, bore the weight of her fragrant and rich body.
Her black waistband had fallen to the floor, pressing on the sleeve of the shirt that Fujiwara Reya just changed out of. Her white socks were also off, thrown beside the clogs, her weight now only that of her body and a light blue kimono.
Listening to Fujiwara Reya’s heartbeat, a smile spread on Natsuki Kuri’s fair and delicate face.
Her cheeks almost touching his, you could see the blue veins straining on her neck, her open eyes embedded with jet black, moist pupils. Those eyes were so mischievous and ever-changing, reflecting the boundless shifts in her heart.
"Hey, Koriya," Natsuki Kuri suddenly asked, "Do you ever see me as an elder?"
"No!" Fujiwara Reya answered honestly.
"I thought so..." Natsuki Kuri’s voice was sweet and alluring.
Fujiwara Reya tried to sit up, only to be pushed back down by Natsuki Kuri.
"I told you not to move!" The woman’s soft arms wrapped around his neck like a snake, "Unless you want to make a big noise and let everyone in the bedchamber know what you’re doing to me!"
Fujiwara Reya dared not move.
"Um, Kuri, don’t worry, I’ll explain everything to Mother..." He was a bit nervous now, his heart pounding fast.
"No worries, sneaking around is even more exciting." Natsuki Kuri’s pink lips mischievously breathed into his ear, "Isn’t that right? My little rascal~"
Her soft and seductive voice penetrated straight to the heart.
Feeling as if an intense electric current coursed through his body, Fujiwara Reya shivered.
Her beautiful, clever head rested gently on his chest, he felt like a fragrant censer was burning hot on it.
"This is a bit dangerous." Fujiwara Reya said nervously.
"I can feel it." Natsuki Kuri chuckled lightly, "You’re quite impulsive now."
"..."
"I will make you feel even more out of your depth."
As soon as she said this, Natsuki Kuri suddenly straightened up, smiling at him.
The raised chin caught Fujiwara Reya’s eyes, a crafty whiteness, as if it represented the secrets of her heart.
The front lapel of the kimono slipped over her shoulders.
The soft satin encountered no obstacles, sliding off the pale, delicate skin, draping upon her chest.
Fujiwara Reya’s Adam’s apple bobbed with a gulp.
The sound was unusually clear.
It was not his fault, even the faint blue veins on that fair skin were clearly visible to him.