Chapter 434: 159. For Fujiwara’s happiness, Mrs. Kasahara has really been worried sick. _3
"Fukaeri is adorable~!"
Natsuki Kuri laughed proudly and continued to entice her: "And you know, there are many benefits to becoming the Mountain God’s Wife. In the future, when Koriya goes to Takamagahara, you can also go along as a family member and enjoy eternal life."
Even though she was covering her ears, Kasahara Fumi still heard the words clearly and conveniently categorized them as useless knowledge.
Although mythical creatures have long lifespans, one or two thousand years is the limit. Only by going to Takamagahara can one obtain true immortality. But such a prospect of eternal life held little allure for Kasahara Fumi.
"What exactly are you thinking?" suddenly asked Kawashima Miki to Natsuki Kuri.
"What do you mean, what am I thinking?"
"Don’t play dumb, Fujiwara already told me."
"Told you what?"
"About your... situation."
"Ah—"
Natsuki Kuri feigned surprise, covering her mouth, blinking innocently.
At this moment, the sky outside suddenly lit up, with fireworks rising up.
The dazzling lights exploded in the field of vision, constantly spreading, filling all the sights. Natsuki Kuri’s eyes reflected the fireworks, and she let the evening breeze blow over her face, her shoulder-length short hair swaying gently.
"Don’t avoid the topic!" Kawashima Miki knocked on the table, saying seriously: "Who knows how many times you’ve eaten on the sly behind our backs, so stop pretending in front of us."
"Eating on the sly?" Kasahara Fumi put down the hand covering her ears, "How did she eat on the sly?"
"Of course, using her mouth." Kawashima Miki said angrily.
Kasahara Fumi imagined how one might eat on the sly using their mouth.
After a few seconds of daze, a blush spread across her face, and she angrily questioned Natsuki Kuri: "How could you do such a thing!"
Natsuki Kuri scratched her short hair, messed up by the wind, and answered righteously: "You see it as sneaking food, but I see it as the fruits I have nurtured becoming ripe, so I just pick one to eat when I want to."
"That’s not right!" Kawashima Miki shook her head.
"Exactly!" Kasahara Fumi echoed.
"Miss Miki is a wife, she can say it’s not right. What about you?" Natsuki Kuri asked Kasahara Fumi with a playful expression, "Are you also reproving me in the capacity of a wife?"
"I..."
"Remember to attend the wedding tomorrow."
"..."
Kasahara Fumi, quite uncharacteristically, showed a wry smile.
"I still feel it’s a bit unreal," she said helplessly, "Moreover, going to a wedding like this seems too hasty..."
"What would make it feel real?" Natsuki Kuri asked.
Kasahara Fumi didn’t know what to say.
She pursed her lips, hesitated, and froze with the wine glass in her hand.
"Don’t make it hard for Fumi, and you, don’t stray off topic." Kawashima Miki grabbed Natsuki Kuri’s wrist, "As the Mountain God’s Wife, I can’t tolerate having someone who constantly harbors feelings for the Mountain God’s aunt around. You better explain clearly!"
Natsuki Kuri leaned back into her embrace, lazily fiddling with her black hair.
"Miki, don’t be so petty; as a mythical creature, don’t think about love like humans do."
Kawashima Miki’s eyebrow twitched, provocatively asking: "Then why aren’t you joining the wedding tomorrow!"
"Three of us would be too easy for him." Natsuki Kuri raised her other hand, "What do I want? It’s quite simple, I like my Koriya, so I want to help him get whatever he wants. He likes both of you, so of course, I have to find a way to get both of you for him."
"You’re kind of a yandere!" Kawashima Miki slapped away her hand creeping up to her chest.
"Hmm, very plump." Natsuki Kuri gave a satisfied smile, "That’s more like it; this way the kids won’t go hungry in the future. Unlike Sister Lin, that’s not good. Koriya doesn’t know if he missed out during his infancy, so now he’s especially eager to make up for it."
"..." Kawashima Miki blushed somewhat.
She had personally experienced these things, with no malice or slander intended.
Kasahara Fumi, at the side, turned her head and asked coldly: "What about you?"
"Me? Haha..." Natsuki Kuri rested her head on Kawashima Miki’s thigh, stretching her legs, "I’m just teasing him. I can use my mouth, my hands, my feet..." When she mentioned feet, she splayed her ten toes slightly, "Since he’s bound to be mine eventually, I’m in no hurry. I’ll just keep him tantalized, and when I’m done playing, I’ll reward him."
Kasahara Fumi couldn’t understand this mentality at all.
However, even if she understood, it wouldn’t stop her from cursing in her heart—crazy woman and Fujiwara Reya, that scoundrel, truly are a match made in heaven.
The fireworks continued to soar, and the women raised their glasses to converse, increasingly looking down the mountain with interest.
In the luxurious colors, three stunning women each displayed their own charms.
Sitting upright, with her beautiful legs closed, maintaining a noble aura, was Kasahara Fumi. She elegantly tilted her head back, her curvaceous body wrapped in a glamorous kimono, constantly exuding the aura of a stern female officer. Natsuki Kuri leaned on Kawashima Miki, merrily waving her slender wrists and lightly humming a tune, with a kind of Western feminine charm in her demeanor. Meanwhile, Kawashima Miki kept her legs together, her prominent chest pressed against her tensed thighs. The muscles of her hips, thighs, and back were taut, exuding a hint of reserved laziness typical of Chinese women.
Occasionally, Natsuki Kuri would give her a light pinch.
Every time she was pinched, Kawashima Miki would gently sway, posing as if showing disdain.