Chapter 498: 174. Wedding Night
The night was cool like water.
Kawashima Miki walked slowly, her flowing wedding dress shimmering with fiery colors.
Seeing Fujiwara Reya at the door, she slightly curled her lips, smiling as she asked, "Finished being entangled with Fukaeri?"
Without a doubt, there was a hint of jealousy in her voice.
"Madam, you’re really sharp-eyed." Fujiwara Reya walked over, taking the large and small packets from her hands. They were filled with gifts from guests, most of which were precious and rare treasures. But without even a glance, he asked Kawashima Miki, "I have good news for you, Fukaeri won’t be coming over tonight. Happy?"
Kawashima Miki leaned in with a smile.
Her now-free hands reached out and hooked around his neck.
"Without Fukaeri, there’s still Riho. My dear husband, won’t you send Riho away as well?"
Her eyes smiled, her breath fragrant, yet her words sent a chill down Fujiwara Reya’s spine.
"While Mrs. Riho is not back yet."
Fujiwara Reya gestured with his eyes for her to hurry inside.
"Dream on!"
Kawashima Miki poked his nose, laughed, and with a fragrant breeze turned and went inside.
Fujiwara Reya was about to follow when she suddenly turned back, her lips curled into a proud and challenging smile, "Kneel before Madam later, or else no touch for you."
"Are you sure?" Fujiwara Reya was full of confidence.
"Hm?" Kawashima Miki looked at him with an unclear expression.
"What’s the matter?" Fujiwara Reya looked at her bright profile.
"Are you going to force yourself on me on our wedding night?"
"Uh..."
"My little master?"
Fujiwara Reya gazed at her smug face, then after a few seconds, walked forward helplessly, "Alright, alright, tonight you’re the boss."
"That’s more like it." Kawashima Miki reached out satisfied to pinch his waist.
Fujiwara Reya dodged as he slipped inside and closed the door.
"I’ll take a bath first, you wait here obediently." Kawashima Miki swayed her hips as she walked proudly into the room.
Everything here is mine, including you... Fujiwara Reya watched her back, somewhat smug.
My foolish wife, or no touching for me?
Do you really think this household listens to you?
Only one lantern was lit in the room, flickering with a hazy orange light like a jellyfish.
In the bath, Kawashima Miki’s waist tie slipped, and her bright red wedding dress fell away like flowing cinnabar. Through the gap in the screen, Fujiwara Reya saw her smooth, slender legs, thrilling curves of waist and hips, and smooth, delicate back... sadly, she was facing away from him, he couldn’t see the front.
That back entered the bath, and then slowly turned around.
She emerged enticingly from the water, her face still elegant and beautiful amidst the steam, a few strands of black hair clinging to her lips. Her eyes were dreamy as she gently brushed away the strands of hair, a simple gesture, but inherently seductive.
This stunning woman will soon be mine... Fujiwara Reya suddenly felt restless. There were some snacks on the table, he ate a little casually, yet remained agitated, so he stood up and paced around the room.
The room had been specially decorated, with red carpet laid on the floor and window flowers pasted on the windows.
A wide bed, already covered with bright red silk sheets, with extremely fine gold phoenix embroidery, noble and splendid. Fujiwara Reya turned for a bit, asked the maid to bring some sake, then called toward the screen, "Are you done?"
"Almost."
Kawashima Miki replied impatiently.
She was just out of the bath, drying her body.
Yawning gently in front of the mirror, she took out a big red nightgown and draped it over herself.
The nightgown was short, just covering her hips, with a stark contrast between snow-white delicate skin and the vibrant nightgown, her long slender legs, fresh out of the bath, were heartbreakingly beautiful.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Kawashima Miki murmured, "Seems not bad... The Empress herself is naturally beautiful, everything looks good on me."
After a moment of vanity, she casually picked up a comb, gently gathering her slightly wet long hair, and then turned to come out.
Fujiwara Reya’s eyes lit up.
The big red nightgown was perfectly tailored, accentuating her figure beautifully.
The enticing curves were perfectly outlined, the pure red seemed to burn, akin to a lake covered with the sunset, appearing enchanting and fiery. If seen by chance outside, it would be a breathtaking sight one would never forget.
Kawashima Miki’s expression was calm and gentle.
Her lips slightly parted, hesitant to speak, then she gently reached her hand forward after a moment.
Afraid she might suddenly ask a deathly question like whether she or Riho was prettier, Fujiwara Reya quickly understood her gesture, walking forward to take her to the table.
On the table were two glasses filled with sake.
Kawashima Miki looked at the crystal-clear sake, curiously asking, "What is this for?"
"It’s the crossing-cups ceremony, in ancient China, the groom and bride would drink the last ceremonial drink before bed." Fujiwara Reya lit a red candle and picked up one of the glasses, "Just follow me."
Kawashima Miki nodded, picking up the other glass.
Their arms intertwined.
Under the flickering candlelight, their shadows were cast on the wall, moving with the light.
Arms intertwined.
The crystal-clear sake was downed in one go.
The taste was sweet.
Fujiwara Reya and Kawashima Miki laughed together.
"Is there any other ceremony?" Kawashima Miki asked.