The sliding door is closed and the screen is open.
In the room, Kasahara Fukae was wearing a wedding dress decorated with golden phoenixes, lying down in a kneeling position. On her carefully painted pink neck, a few strands of her neatly combed orange-red hair fell silently.
, the snow-white and small feet took off their socks and were exposed to the firelight.
After Fujiwara Izaya walked in, Kasahara Fuka-Eri subconsciously bowed her head and saluted.
She didn't know whether she felt guilty or realized her wife's identity, but she lowered her head so low that it almost touched the ground. However, in order to protect the makeup on her forehead and her neatly combed hairline, she didn't let her forehead rest.
Hit the ground.
Izaya Fujiwara noticed all these small and medium moves.
He sat down next to Kasahara Fuka-Eri, smiled and said, "I'm very sorry for keeping you waiting!"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri bit her lower lip slightly and did not answer.
I feel like whatever I say will be criticized by him through the topic, I might as well not give him a chance.
Fujiwara Izaya turned his head and looked at her: "What a beautiful outfit."
Hearing this bright and bright voice, Kasahara Fuka-Eri raised her head slightly: "Thank you."
When she said this, the tip of her beautiful nose was slightly raised, and a smile appeared on her stunning face, but she immediately put it away.
Fujiwara Izaya waved his hand.
The maid brought some food and drinks, as well as a small wooden box and a small stove. Then another pair of maids came in and removed the screen with a crane painted on it and replaced it with a screen painted with a painting from "The Tale of Genji"
Screen for short stories.
Finally, Fujiwara Izaya ordered the maid to turn off the chandelier, leaving only the stove lighting in the room.
The flickering flames dimly illuminated his sight. Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked at her own reflection, her eyes blinking constantly, and the hairpins in her hair were also twinkling.
The charming and enchanting paintings on the screen filled the whole room with an atmosphere of unavoidable ambiguity that made the heart beat faster.
"Don't you want to see it?" Fujiwara Izaya asked while drinking.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri quietly glanced at the screen.
The beginning of the colorful scroll is a scene of a monk in monk's robes and a young widow living in the same room. The haiku technique makes the characters smooth, free and lifelike.
In the second part of the scroll, the monk pounces on the young widow, trying to force him to have sex. Although the young widow resists hard, her clothes are in a mess. The following words show the two of them overlapping each other, and the widow looks confused and happy, stretching out her arms.
A brown tongue.
The third volume of painting is of a young monk outside the room.
They poked their heads in to peek at the scene in the room, showing their excitement uncontrollably.
In the fourth volume, the door was crushed, and the widow wanted to escape and hide, but her soul was frightened and flew out of her body, turning into a ferocious female ghost. Immediately afterwards, she turned around and attacked the monk, killing them all.
Use your mouth to pluck off human belongings.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked at it for a long time and frowned slightly: "Why are you looking at this?"
"If it were normal times, I would tell you about some of the Buddhist theories and ideas contained in the painting, but now..." Fujiwara Izaya moved his body, leaned next to her and said, "Now I just want to be with you.
Read the book together."
"..."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri stared at him, speechless for a moment, and then tightened the collar of her wedding dress.
He actually showed his boss his notebook. This subordinate went too far... She thought with some annoyance that when she returned to Tokyo, she would give him a big demerit so that he would not be promoted in the future!
"Do you really have nothing to say?" Fujiwara Izaya looked at her funny.
The light shines on her face, and her noble makeup looks like that of a dynasty woman, making her even more noble and beautiful. Her lips, smeared with Kyoto lipstick, are full of "flaming red lips" style.
"..."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri frowned slightly.
She has always been straightforward,
Now there is a wall blocking the way forward.
Either turn left or right.
After being silent for a while, Kasahara Fukaeri asked in her usual tone of voice, "You'd better go out. As the host, you have to accompany other guests."
"Just let Mrs. Mei Kee handle the other guests."
"...Then you go and accompany your Mrs. Riho."
"Mrs. Riho won't mind if I come to see Mrs. Fuka-Eri first."
"I'm not a wife!"
"You are lying to me when you talk about the wedding."
"I don't!"
Suddenly, a guilty conscience surged up, and Kasahara Fuka-Eri stood up immediately.
"You can stay here if you like, and I'll take my leave now."
"Oh, why is this?" Fujiwara Izaya sat leisurely on the tatami and did not get up to stop him.
"I don't want to be tricked anymore!" Kasahara Fuka-Eri thought of her inexplicable wedding and couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust. Even Fujiwara Izaya, who was sitting in front of her, was classified as one of the villains who was playing tricks.
go.
Fujiwara Izaya didn't even move: "I came here just to have a heart-to-heart talk with you alone. Look, I'm dressed in formal clothes, and you are no exception. The atmosphere in the room is romantic and elegant enough, so it's not just for a heart-to-heart talk."
Is it good?"
"I don't want to talk!"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri felt irritated by her anger.
I thought I could walk away, but after I stood up, I couldn't walk anymore, and I had to listen to his next boast.
"Actually, I'm not talking about anything that worries me. I'm just talking about my inner thoughts. You don't have to worry about me being rough with you - if the chairman knows that I dare to be rough with you, she will strangle me.
Death is not guaranteed. Of course, if you don’t want to listen, don’t force it.”
Speaking of the chairman, Kasahara Fuka-Eri suddenly felt guilty again.
"Don't worry, sit down!" Fujiwara Izaya gave an elegant smile with a hint of pride.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri had no choice but to bend down again and sit down on her knees with her delicate buttocks raised.
Every time her small waist bent a little, the complicated wedding dress made a friction-like sound. After her beautiful white feet were slowly covered by the hem of the skirt, her whole body exuded a pure and noble beauty.
Fujiwara Izaya poured some water into the teapot and then put the teapot on the stove.
The red charcoal fire was burning leisurely. He fanned himself with a small golden partition fan and said: "After you returned to the inner courtyard today, I was taking a walk... and saw someone who surprised me. I want to ask a question.
,Why don’t you tell me first..."
His tone was very understated.
But as soon as the words were spoken, Kasahara Fuka-Eri immediately raised her head.
This problem was difficult to explain, and she intuitively sensed trouble. She couldn't help but feel her mouth dry for a while.
"You...she, uh..."
"You only found out after she came in, right?" Fujiwara Izaya asked with a smile.
That smile contained trust and tenderness. Kasahara Fuka-Eri breathed a sigh of relief and silently shrugged her shoulders. Such an action seemed to silently express "I didn't tell your secret."
"That's so careless." Fujiwara Izaya cursed.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri lowered her head in shame and confusion, staring at her beautifully manicured fingers.
The charcoal fire rose and fell, and the sound of the charcoal peeling made her feel frightened.
Fujiwara Izaya added charcoal to it.
A bright flame burst out between the black coals, and the dazzling golden color illuminated the floor of the room. The noise outside the window did not break the deep silence in the room.
Both of them were looking at the coals in the furnace.
The constantly jumping flames are just like the silhouettes drawn by beacon fire in the sky.
Fujiwara Izaya patted the dust on his hands and suddenly said: "Let me just say, if there is no chairman, how can you get married obediently."
After Kasahara Fuka-Eri listened, she slowly said: "It's good to know..."
Tsk tsk.
This tone is very resentful.
Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but laugh.
This kind of Fuka-Eri who is unwilling to accept the grievance and does not want to admit defeat is really very likeable.
"What's so funny!" Kasahara Fuka-Eri glared at him.
"When you see the cute side of the person you like, you will naturally smile."
"like?"
"You didn't notice?"
"That sounds nice, but what evidence is there?"
"Evidence," Fujiwara Izaya waved his hand slightly and said firmly: "Does the truth need any more evidence?"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri said more firmly: "The truth in your mouth is more like nonsense."
"But we are both married." Fujiwara Izaya said, "Is it possible that you want to regret your marriage even if you haven't even passed the first day?"
"... Just treat the marriage as a farce." Kasahara Fuka-Eri said in a cold tone, "Even if there is a ceremony, it is meaningless."
"How could you do this!"
Fujiwara Izaya suddenly stood up and became emotional.
"I am such a pure person. How can a life event like marriage be treated as a farce... You, you, you," he pointed at Kasahara Fuka-Eri, looking like he was annoyed, and took a few big breaths,
"I didn't expect you to be such a person. It really disappoints me!"
"..."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri was so angry that she almost wanted to laugh.
Under the glow of the fire, she sneered, and her wedding dress gave off a coquettish brilliance, as bright as a rainbow surrounding her at night.
"Okay, don't quarrel on the wedding night." Fujiwara Izaya immediately changed his expression and picked up the box that the maid just sent with a smile on his face, "This is a gift for you, please enjoy it."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked at the small wooden box.
The dark red wood grain is surrounded by patterned paper, and the cover is a decal of a boy catching butterflies. The color is very palace-style. The pattern on the decal is of a naked boy excitedly chasing two flying butterflies in the sun. The boy
His appearance and plump body seemed to be made of white wrinkled silk, and his little arms were round and bulging.
"What did it come from?"
she asked, opening the box.
A soft shimmer of light bloomed from the box. She squinted her eyes slightly and smelled a sweet smell as thick and thick as dried maltose on the tip of her nose. She looked carefully and saw two round shapes that looked like snacks.
A small ball, as big as a baby's fist, covered with a layer of edible beeswax.
"Please eat the snacks that mother made by herself before going to Takamawara." Fujiwara Izaya smiled gently.
Kasahara Fukaeri didn't suspect anything and took a small bite.
It has a soft texture and smells very sweet, but it doesn't taste so greasy, as if you are eating some kind of pastry made of rice flour.
"Did that person say anything to you this afternoon?" she asked while eating.
"She is so cunning, how can she say anything to me." Fujiwara Izaya looked sideways at her.
The fire gave her face a radiant and magnificent outline, which made her look extremely beautiful, just like an ancient painting painted on a screen. The reserved and high bridge of her nose coupled with the sparkling eyes were enough to make the viewer feel restless like a child.
However, her face is still as cold as water, which makes people dare not have evil thoughts.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri ate some snacks and hummed incomprehensibly.
"But I can guess something." Fujiwara Izaya said.
"Please tell me." Kasahara Fuka-Eri was intrigued by him.
"I mentioned wanting to go to Takamagahara." Fujiwara Izaya looked at her Kyoto-like fair face, "I guess, because of the limited life span, it is almost impossible for humans to go to Takamagahara. But if you take the direct relatives
If you go to Gaotian Plains together with your identity, you can also gain eternal life, and she may have taken a fancy to this."
Kasahara Fukae was chewing snacks expressionlessly.
"As for asking you to come out and marry me, it must be because Xiangxiang's status is not suitable." Fujiwara Izaya pondered the known information and analyzed: "Xiangxiang is a descendant of the Great Shrine and the future Kanto director.
It is true that you cannot marry a monster. However, you are also the daughter of the chairman, so logically speaking, you should not get married... unless she has made some preparations, such as preparations to break off the relationship with you.
.”
"Mother..." Kasahara Fuka-Eri called in a low voice.
This voice is full of tenderness.
After about twenty seconds of silence, she raised her head and said coldly: "You guessed wrong. Mother will always be mother, and we will not draw a clear line between us."
Fujiwara Izaya asked meaningfully: "That means we can really draw a clear line between them."
"Too lazy to tell you."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri turned away her eyes and looked towards the stove next to her.
Wild vermilion flames danced in sight, and in the obsequious smoke, the pitch-black charcoal was swallowed up.
She was wearing heavy makeup today, her wedding dress was particularly bright, and Fujiwara Izaya was fascinated by her pair of sparkling black and bright eyes.
"Fuka-Eri?"
"What?"
"You, what is your true identity?"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri immediately lowered her head.
This sentence was clearly heard, and besides avoiding it, she could not find any other way to deal with it.
"Look up at me."
"……don't want."
"Fuka-Eri, I'm serious."
Kasahara Fukaeri looked up hesitantly.
Through the light of the fire, she saw that the expression on Fujiwara Izaya's face was very peaceful, neither showing off nor hiding anything. There was even a child-like innocent curiosity in his eyes, and
A smile that flows like a stream.
Then, she shrugged slightly.
It is not difficult to see that she wanted to say, "The relationship between you and me is not enough to discuss this."
Facing Fujiwara Izaya's unconventional provocation, she was not overly panicked, and the bright red wedding dress actually seemed to have a hint of coolness.
"I won't talk about it." Kasahara Fuka-Eri gracefully picked up the wine glass, drank the wine mixed with the last sip of snacks, and then said in a flat tone without any emotion, "Maybe a little bit, maybe forever
I won’t even say it.”
The voice and eyes were completely unmoved, and the speaking voice was still smooth and pleasant.
"I'm just guessing, I didn't say I definitely thought so." Fujiwara Izaya took over the topic with a smile. After watching her finish the snack, he immediately said: "How does it taste?"
“Just average.”
Kasahara Fuka-Eri didn't give a good review just because her mother-in-law made it herself.
"As for the medicine, of course it won't taste that good."
"medicine?"
"A medicine for regulating qi and blood, preparing for pregnancy and maintaining health."
"..."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's face instantly turned red.
At this moment, a strong warm current spread from her lower abdomen to her whole body. The place where the warm current passed through seemed to be gnawed by ants, but it was not uncomfortable. The strange feeling made her tense up her muscles and curl up her toes to hold back her strength, as if
I don’t want to let this endless rippling comfort swallow me up.
"Why are you blushing?" Fujiwara Izaya came over and gently stroked the satin-like skin of her forehead with his fingers, "As a daughter-in-law, you deserve this gift. There is no need to feel embarrassed to accept it."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's eyes moved slightly and she bit her lower lip: "Don't talk..."
Immediately afterwards, her eyes were half-closed, her brows were knitted in pain, and her soft petal-like lips were much more beautiful. The warm current rushed through her body, making her moan softly, and her eyelashes seemed to be unable to break out of their cocoons.
The butterfly trembled sadly.
She is enduring it.
In confrontation.
Fujiwara Izaya would not let her have her wish.
He stretched out his hand and slowly touched her soft red lips with his fingertips.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's tongue moved slightly.
Like a frightened rabbit, it shrank back to the inside.
"Woo..."
The trembling final note is like a jumping flame, ethereal and ethereal.
"Be good~"
Fujiwara Izaya picked up another pill and stuffed it into it.
"Hmm~" Kasahara Fuka-Eri exclaimed softly, her cheeks bulging slightly.
Damn it!
She didn't dare to resist at all now.
Out of fear, they can only accept such humiliating feeding like a small animal being fed.
"Swallow this medicine too." Fujiwara Izaya pinched her chin.
With a slightly perverted smile, he lifted Kasahara Fuka-Eri's chin, forcing her mouth to close.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked at him with cold eyes.
I didn't even chew the second pill before I was forced to swallow it.
In order to express her anger, she glared at Fujiwara Izaya and snorted contemptuously, her cold face still expressionless.
Looking at her arrogant and cold face and her trash-looking eyes, Fujiwara Izaya felt a little secretly happy... He scolded himself as a pervert, and then, as if to save his little remaining image, he took the initiative to retreat to the distance.
She was three meters away.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri covered her belly and knelt down on the tamat.
At this moment, she no longer had the energy to put on a look of disgust. With her whole body feeling uncomfortable, she could only close her cold eyes and silently resist the effect of the warm medicine in her belly, causing her cheeks to be stained with a light
of red clouds.
Soon after, she moved her fingertips tiredly, panting lightly as if she was exhausted.
Fujiwara Izaya stared at her with blinking eyes.
The two pills just now do have the effect of preparing for pregnancy, and are effective for both humans and monsters. But their pharmacological effect is to stimulate the potential in the body so that the body can reach its peak state for pregnancy. Taking two pills at once will definitely
Unable to control the divine or demonic power within the body.
If she really has a problem, it will be exposed.
Of course.
After being exposed, depending on her personality, she might want to die together.
Fujiwara Izaya prepared for the worst.
No matter how angry she was, he still had the confidence to avert the danger and have a casual relationship with her.
I endured it for a long time.
Finally, at a certain moment, Kasahara Fuka-Eri suddenly opened half of her eyes and licked the corners of her mouth. The half-opened eyes were dark and clear, but suddenly they were as clear as water, and the action of licking her lips was even more...
It looks very charming.
Looking at her beautiful face, Fujiwara Izaya felt very excited.
In the past, Kasahara Fuka-Eri had never had such an ambiguous expression. The seemingly clear and calm lake water had begun to ripple.
"Bang——"
A stream of air suddenly burst out from Kasahara Fuka-Eri's body.
The next second after the fire was blown out, an even hotter flame burned in Fujiwara Izaya's eyes. The fire spread at an extremely fast speed, hundreds or even thousands, covering the entire room in a sea of flames with extreme brilliance.
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Fujiwara Izaya held his breath.
In the firelight, the festive red color of the wedding dress was wiped away by the high temperature.
The peerless enchantress was born from the fire.
She was so charming and beautiful, kneeling in the fire.
The round shoulders, the beautiful and charming slender waist, and the world's most beautiful legs are all indescribably beautiful.
Fujiwara Izaya also felt difficulty breathing.
I don’t know if it’s because it’s hot, or if the undulating curves are too alluring.
Slowly, she shook her wrists, stood up and stretched slowly, her tight waist and hips trembling slightly. Her figure was excellent, with graceful and flexible lines extending under her skin, and no trace of fat could be seen.
, the white thighs were reflected, dazzling and warm.
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A gorgeous and bright kimono flew out of the fire, her body whirled in the sea of fire, and the kimono covered her beautiful body. When she landed, the kimono was already on her body, as delicate and beautiful as a cluster of epiphyllums.
White hair, red eyes, unparalleled beauty.
The first time he saw her, Fujiwara Izaya felt something engraved in his DNA move. He waved and shouted: "Come over to me."
"Pa—"
A folding fan was thrown into his face.
The skirt of the kimono passed by his side, and a crystal jade foot stepped on his head, crushing it hard. Then, the owner bent down, with a tall and graceful figure in front of his eyes.
The fire is still burning.
The disturbed air flow caused her skirt to fly, making a sound like the chirping of cicadas.
"How dare you plot against me..." Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked down at the slightly deformed face that had been stepped on, with a coquettish luster flashing in her red pupils. She suddenly smiled and pressed two crystal-clear jade fingers against him
On the chest, demonic power lingered: "Let's die together."
Tsk tsk.
Fujiwara Izaya secretly sighed.
He's actually still a demon king... I've really earned it.
The moment his chest was about to be penetrated, his body disappeared, leaving no trace like melted ice. Kasahara Fukae's eyebrows were clustered, and the bright red mark on his forehead closed like a mimosa.
The next second.
Fujiwara Izaya condensed into shape behind her.
"Pa—"
His body trembled, and his legs subconsciously tightened.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri was a little dazed by the slap and stood still.