Chapter 521: 181. Nighttime_4
Lying on the terrace, the light gauze half-covered their bodies like a blanket.
Underneath, the couple’s skin touched, feeling each other’s warmth.
"Don’t come back so late in the future," Kawashima Miki whispered.
"You’ve worked hard. I’ll spend more time helping you in the future," Fujiwara Reya whispered back.
"You just sweet-talk me, but never actually do anything," Kawashima Miki’s small foot gently pressed on his. In the moonlight shining on the terrace, her sparkling ankle was covered with delicate clean lines.
The little gesture of her kicking her husband under the night sky was overwhelmingly warm and romantic.
"You always say I just sweet-talk you, but I’ve fulfilled everything I’ve ever told you," Fujiwara Reya grabbed a piece of gauze, covered both of their heads with it, pinched her chin, and stared at her face for a long time, then laughed and asked, "Your heart and your body, are they never satisfied?"
"What woman would say no to more?" Kawashima Miki’s fair face still carried a lingering blush.
"I’m really at a disadvantage because of my gender!" Fujiwara Reya teased.
"Husband..." Kawashima Miki snuggled against his arm.
"Oh, by the way, Riho was here just now..." he said, chuckling with a mischievous smile like a prankster boy, "She saw everything you just did."
Kawashima Miki’s pretty face immediately stiffened.
Turning her head, she saw Yukino Ritsuko carrying food and drinks, strolling back to the terrace with the grace of a noble lady.
"Mrs. Riho, she was just sneaking bites," Fujiwara Reya tattled.
"Ah, you bastard, why didn’t you say something sooner..." Kawashima Miki quickly covered her face with both hands.
Her long hair, like a waterfall, draped on the floor as she burned with shame, wishing she could bury herself in it. In this aspect, Mrs. Miki was still relatively conservative; on their wedding night, she also covered herself with the blanket and didn’t look at Fujiwara Reya or Yukino Ritsuko at all.
Yukino Ritsuko did the same.
After setting down the food, she lowered her head.
As she approached earlier, she had noticed the terrace from afar.
Monsters have good eyesight, so from the corridor, Yukino Ritsuko saw Kawashima Miki. Her voluptuous body was half-lying down, the hem of her priestess skirt lifted to her waist. Her shoulder was exposed, and there was a charming smile on her smooth, beautiful face.
Having hidden in the dark listening for so long, Yukino Ritsuko’s body felt like a cold jade stone being warmed in someone’s hand, gradually heating up.
Now, as she sat down, there were still echoes around her ears, a faint and lingering sound.
Fujiwara Reya sat over, hugged her, and said, "Transform into the Snow Woman."
A foolish woman wouldn’t do such a thing.
But the Snow Woman is different.
The Snow Woman would become proactive due to her constitution.
"Here..." Yukino Ritsuko half-closed her eyes, her slender fingers with delicate joints placing on her sash.
"Of course."
"Alright..."
Yukino Ritsuko completely closed her eyes, her long lashes like reeds swaying in the wind.
An icy wind suddenly rose.
Above, the clouds flowed, and the moon moved among them.
Transformed into the Snow Woman, Yukino Ritsuko’s ice crystal blue eyes glanced at Fujiwara Reya.
"It’s my turn..." she said expressionlessly, as she moved her long hair over her shoulder, gently tugging at her collar. Her smooth, frost-covered shoulders revealed, she resembled an ice and snow sprite fallen to the human world, her attire disheveled but brimming with charm.
Kawashima Miki peeked through her fingers, glancing over.
The ethereal moonlight poured in, covering them like holy silver light... the scene was so fulfilling and blissful, Yukino Ritsuko’s elegant figure in a sky-blue robe with an open neckline. Each sway of her body revealed a red lace seam, like a vibrant cinnabar vein.
Her fingers entwined in Fujiwara Reya’s hair, eyes closed, the tips of her ears slightly twitching as if listening to something. Those subtly trembling lashes were like a night-blooming flower in the dark, ready to unfurl its blossoms and release its fragrance at any moment.
Kawashima Miki chuckled softly, revealing a tender demeanor.
Even the unemotional Snow Woman had succumbed... surely, what she had done just now wasn’t embarrassing.