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Feel sorry.
I just couldn't think.
Now that he had come to his senses, Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but want to ask himself a question.
Is the so-called desire a physiological hormone or a psychological need? If it is a combination of the two, are there aliens in the vast universe? He feels that he should not sink like this, and from now on he will
Work hard, quit sex... Amaterasu's butt is so bouncy!
The sliding door opens.
Yukino Riho, who had been waiting anxiously for a long time in the corridor, grabbed Fujiwara Izaya's arm and asked: "Are you okay?"
This almost overwhelming worry made Fujiwara Izaya feel quite happy.
After this second, he forgot how good Amaterasu's ass felt. This is not that Amaterasu is not good, it's just that compared to Omikami, who has no desire at all, no matter how perfect she is, she can't compare to Yukino Riho.
That touch of frowning.
I have thoughts about Amaterasu's true identity simply because of her identity.
He doesn't like the Great God.
Now I not only hugged Omikami's body, but also pinched her butt. I will have no thoughts about her from now on... Thinking of these things, Fujiwara Izaya moved his arms slightly.
Yukino Riho immediately reached out, took his arm, put her lips close to his ear and asked: "Madam didn't punish you, right?"
"It tortured me mentally for a while." Fujiwara Izaya chuckled and walked out with her.
Yukino Riho was shocked: "Why are you tortured?"
"Took out my soul and said that he would take me to Takamagahara right now." Fujiwara Izaya blinked cleanly and slyly, like a young man who specializes in playing pranks, "...I replied no, but Madam insisted on taking me away,
So he gave me a good beating."
"What should we do?" Yukino Riho pulled her arm in nervously.
Feeling the soft touch of her chest with his arms, Fujiwara Izaya sighed and said with a grimace: "I can't help it... Who told me to be betrayed by my father? It won't be long before I have to go to Takamawahara."
"How dangerous that is!"
Yukino Riho was so frightened that her lips turned pale.
When they said this, the two of them had already arrived at the main hall, and the banquet was brightly lit and bustling.
"I have a way!" Fujiwara Izaya turned to look at her.
That beautiful side face made him feel a little proud. His arm would always touch her chest gently. Her noble and gorgeous wedding dress flashed bright luster with every step she took, giving her a somewhat majestic feeling.
.
"What can we do?" Yukino Risui stared at him with her clear, shining eyes.
The color of her wedding dress suddenly turned black and red under the influence of the light. The guests passing by all cast their eyes in this direction. Fortunately, she was wearing the mask of the Mountain Goddess, otherwise her
A face can surely steal many hearts.
As a husband, Fujiwara Izaya feels satisfied and proud.
"How beautiful." He was fascinated by it.
"Uh, tell me quickly..." Yukino Riho urged, her eyelashes seemed to be moistened.
"The method is very simple," Fujiwara Izaya stopped, turned around and hugged her, "It's just that I can't do it alone, I need my wife to cooperate with me. Will you be willing?"
Yukino Riho's cheeks were faintly red, and she lowered her head as if embarrassed: "Don't show off, I will definitely be on your side..."
From the perspective of others, the bride in her wedding dress clings to the groom as if she is still childish. The picture is very happy and perfect.
"Think about it, I faced this situation because I was cheated by my father." Fujiwara Izaya whispered to her, with a weird smile on his expression, "Then...as long as I follow my father's example in the future.
, don’t you just leave the mess to your son and you don’t have to worry about it?”
"..."
Yukino Riho was stunned for a moment.
"Madam, you are willing to help me, right?" Fujiwara Izaya continued to tease her hatefully.
"Disgusting!" Yukino Riho screamed.
When she thought about the meaning of his words, her face burned with embarrassment.
On the other side of the hall, Miji Kawashima, who was surrounded by several guests, saw them and was about to walk over. Fujiwara Izaya immediately said "let's go".
Before Yukino Riho could react, she was already picked up.
"Ah, what are you doing..."
"Meiji is coming over, I don't want to be scolded by her."
"I can walk by myself!"
"Run first and then talk."
Seeing her little husband's back disappearing, Kawashima Meiji gritted her teeth with hatred.
Shit!
Let’s see if I don’t torture you to death tonight!
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"Has your wife thought about how to answer?"
"What..."
"You won't have the heart to let me be threatened by the Great God!"
"...What are you saying? I can't bear you, so can I bear our son?" After saying this, Yukino Riho raised her fist and hit his head several times, "Can you speak more seriously!"
"Why should a son be born if he can't share his father's worries?" Fujiwara Izaya said confidently.
"Put me down!" Yukino Riho pushed him angrily.
Fujiwara Izaya put her down and took her hand for a walk under the moonlight.
This is a slightly dark courtyard with no other people around. From the other side of the wall, the sound of [email protected] people walking and the drunken conversations of guests can be heard from the other side of the wall.
Above the dense shade of the trees, the moon came out.
Under the combined effect of the bustling lights and moonlight, the night sky is bright.
Riho Yukino kept talking about irrelevant things all the way. She was a very interesting snow girl. She especially liked to talk to Fujiwara Izaya about little things in daily life. Fujiwara Izaya mostly listened to lectures and did not live lazily.
He responded proudly.
From the observer's point of view, she looks like a woman who cannot fall in love.
She can't speak romantic and sweet love words at all, but it doesn't prevent her from seeing that she is very happy in her current state. For her, frivolity is like hot summer, which is destined to be incompatible with snow. Living in a metropolitan city
After all this time, she has not learned to show off her coquettishness shamelessly. There are very few such pure and flawless women in the world. When most people see her innocence and kindness, they will mistakenly think it is a trap.
After walking slowly for a while, Fujiwara Izaya took her to a flower bed.
As soon as Yukino Riho sat down, she took off her embroidered shoes, crossed her legs, and her calves seemed to be shaking happily. She asked Fujiwara Izaya to pick some flowers for her, and then she looked at Fujiwara Izaya with a silly smile.
Her back was in a daze, while she was urging herself to quickly discover such a thing as "love". She still can't explain what love is, but one thing that is very clear is that every moment when she is not with Fujiwara Izaya.
Within seconds, she would feel bored. This boredom would stick to her everywhere like ink on her clothes or fingers.
There are a wide variety of flowers blooming in the flower beds.
Lyrical pansies, sweet peas, goldenrod, cornflowers and snapdragons.
"What should I cut..."
Fujiwara Izaya held the scissors and muttered.
To be honest, he is not very interested in flowers, but with the flowers as a foil, Mrs. Riho should be more beautiful... He cut the air a few times, and then bent down to cut off the stem of a lavender cornflower.
, took the flowers and returned to Yukino Riho.
"Put it in my bun." Yukino Riho tilted her head gently.
"I'm happy to serve you." Fujiwara Izaya smiled and inserted the lavender flower into the bun on the back of her head.
Yukino Riho shook her head left and right to let him admire it: "Does it look good?"
"It's a pretty flower originally," Fujiwara Izaya said with emotion, "but when it's placed in your bun, it looks a lot duller."
"Why have I never noticed that your mouth is so sweet before?" Riho Yukino held her cheek with one hand and smiled, "Not only is your mouth not sweet, but you are not gentle at all. In order to repay you, I specifically wanted to arouse you.
I asked you to come into the store because of my attention, but you ran past me for three days in a row without even saying hello..."
Fujiwara Izaya felt a little warm in his heart when he thought of the stupid woman at that time.
He stretched out his hand to scratch the bridge of her nose. He sat down next to her and gently held her waist: "The world is so wonderful. At that time, I never thought about the woman who drove a motorcycle into the river.
She will be a snow girl."
"Don't laugh at me with this!" Yukino Riho pursed her lips and chuckled.
Her mood at this time was unprecedentedly exciting. The enchantress in her early twenties looked elegant and refined. Her little ankles that shone fluorescently in the moonlight were full of clean and flawless charm. Her delicately wrinkled little heels stretched out in the middle of the night.
He came out, kicking the darkness time and time again. She felt that the time spent with him was so warm and a little shyly sweet. She leaned her head on Fujiwara Izaya's shoulder and silently showed a transparent smile.
"My snow girl..." Fujiwara Izaya hugged her body.
He never expected that he would marry such a simple woman. Even though she lived in the Furukawa guild hall full of intrigues, her mind was still pure and clean. Especially after she tied her heart to him, she even more precipitated.
She had a special temperament like a snow lotus, and when she occasionally met his eyes, he could feel that she was silent, but her eyes seemed to be smiling.
"Pure snow girl..." Yukino Riho murmured in response to him.
This pure heart is so clumsy.
But in front of Fujiwara Izaya, every time she looked into his eyes, she would have a shy and coy expression. This was a kind of happiness. For such happiness, she would hide her innate innocence.
Let the other side of Yuki-onna's lust be exposed.
Behind the two of them, the figure of a geisha appeared.
"Young Master!"
Yukino Riho turned around and looked at him in surprise.
Fujiwara Izaya took out the Kage Hide Sword from the system and threw it to Gouzi: "Take it, remember to do it quickly. If you can't handle it, go find Aunt Qing now."
"Guaranteed to be completed perfectly!" Dark Crow held the knife in both hands and disappeared into the darkness in an instant.
"What's going on?" Yukino Riho asked.
"Well, of course I'm helping you get revenge..." Fujiwara Izaya turned his face back to her, showing her a childish smile and said to her: "You don't think I am so magnanimous, letting go of a ghost clan who covets my wife.
Don’t you care?”
Yukino Riho was slightly annoyed: "I promised to endure it."
"Hehe." Fujiwara Izaya grinned.
Looking at his wife's complaining expression, he stretched out his hand to pinch the bridge of her nose and said with a smile: "My personality is essentially gentle, but only if it doesn't offend me, let alone the people I care about.
It’s not because today is the wedding night and I don’t want to get my hands dirty and I have to greet him in person.”
Yukino Riho pursed her lips and bumped him lightly with her knee.
"Please understand my thoughts as a grown man." Fujiwara Izaya said.
"I understand..." Yukino Riho raised her face and said softly: "I'm just worried about you, but since you have made up your mind, I will definitely support you, no matter what, I will support you."
Fujiwara Izaya blinked: "Including the fact that I cheat our son in the future?"
"That...that's different!" Yukino Riho's face began to turn red.
Fujiwara Izaya hugged her waist tightly and pressed his face against hers: "Even if you have a child, the one you love most can only be me. If you transfer your love to the child, then you might as well not have the child."
Staring into his eyes, Yukino Riho felt her cheeks heat up.
Even though she already had skin-to-skin contact, she was still a little unfamiliar with such a straightforward and possessive way of expressing "love". So she was quiet for a while before softly stating: "No matter what.
Nothing can take away my feelings for you..."
Warm and quiet night.
The lights and stars melt together, creating a pleasant and charming night.
Amidst the sound of kissing, Riho Yukino slowly closed her eyes. Her beautiful bun, the slender beauty from nose to mouth with delicate lines, and her skin dyed with red clouds made her look even more charming.
This kind of Mrs. Riho perfectly matches her classical wedding dress.
The red lips that had been kissed were slightly swollen. Yukino Riho gently licked them several times with the tip of her tongue, which greatly increased the beauty of her lips. Fujiwara Izaya held her cheeks and smiled: "How beautiful.
Young wife, this hair, this look, these wrinkles in her clothes...if it were someone else's wife, I would definitely find a way to snatch it away."
"You just love being unruly!"
Yukino Riho smiled angrily.
Her beautiful eyebrows curved into cute crescent moons, which was indescribably wonderful.
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On the terrace on the second floor, Amaterasu leaned on the railing and looked at the darkness in the distance.
The night breeze was stroking her ankle-length black hair, and the cheongsam's skirt was violently torn open, and her white and smooth buttocks were covered with silky white silk, trying to show off her roundness and voluptuousness. There were a few pieces on it.
A blue and black bruise.
Thinking of the young man's unbridled and bold behavior just now, Amaterasu felt a little unhappy.
But this unhappiness didn't stop it. As a royal god, since she personally agreed to let him hold her, she couldn't be angry because of it. But that little guy was really hateful... He was being careful with himself, and he twitched his nose proudly.
Smelling the scent on his own body, he danced with the supreme royal god as if she were a dancer, threw it aside, and turned around to have a tryst with his wife.
This shouldn't be the case!
Amaterasu clenched her fists slightly.
As a great royal god, any creature in front of her should be enveloped in her light!
But this brat Fujiwara Izaya...
Amaterasu thought of the last moment of the dance, the forced smile on his face.
Amaterasu, who had always had no feelings for lust, suddenly realized the distance between gods. Although Fujiwara Izaya also liked beautiful women, his smile at that time was obviously saying "skip this dance."
, I won’t need you anymore.”
You obviously want to get closer, but you can see the trajectory of the other person walking away.
Amaterasu thought there must be something going on that she didn't understand.
In the darkness in the distance, Fujiwara Izaya and Yukino Riho kissed, and Amaterasu looked at them carefully. Like a pair of exquisite dolls, or the embodiment of some kind of emotion, when looking at them from a distance, the picture
It looks particularly beautiful.
Amaterasu tapped her arm lightly with her fingers.
In the night, she yawned a little tiredly, and her soft lips immediately closed again. The curve of her waist and the pure lines of her legs under her cheongsam were a little swaying.
"He was quite elegant before..."
Amaterasu peeked at the scene in the distance and recalled what happened to Dharmakaya just now.
At that time, Fujiwara Izaya exuded a breath of grass, and looked like a young man. He was willful, vulgar and conceited, honest when he was angry, innocent and cute when he was in an impetuous mood...
In the darkness in the distance, Fujiwara Izaya and Yukino Riho stood up.
Yukino Riho took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the dust off his clothes. In an instant, the dazzling whiteness of the white handkerchief became the most eye-catching color in Amaterasu's sight. Fujiwara Izaya leaned into Yukino Riho's ear and asked
: "How many times do you plan to have it tonight?" Yukino Riho's eyes were gleaming, she pinched his ear and said, "I won't give it to you even once."
The two hugged each other intimately and left.
Amaterasu closed her eyes and thought.
Soon after she opened her eyes, there was paper and pen in her hand, and she held a slender and pointed pen in her hand. She was thinking about what secrets and adventures she should add the next time she summoned him...
Little guy!
The Great God is not so easy to bully.
Are you prepared to face the consequences?
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The banquet has come to an end.
Fujiwara Izaya did not return to the main hall in the atrium, but directly returned to the inner courtyard on the top of the mountain.
Yukino Riho went to the hot spring pool to bathe and change clothes. He planned to follow him, but was punched back. On the way back to the room alone, he met several maids, and he asked: "Mrs. Fuka-Eri, who are you?"
Do you see that?”
"Madam has just returned to the room." The maid replied.
This room, of course, refers to her own room. The beautiful police officer will not go to his room and wait for him to come back to pamper her just because it is their wedding night.
Fujiwara Izaya turned around the corridor and suddenly stopped.
"Master Lin." A woman in the corridor was looking at him with a smile.
She was wearing a Tang robe with red background and gold thread, and a phoenix crown on her head, like a noble queen.
"I'm here!" Fujiwara Izaya slowly exhaled a warm breath.
The words just fell.
The queen walked barefoot on the red carpet in the corridor.
Like a cheating woman who wanted to rush into her lover's arms, she held the hem of her skirt in one hand and ran toward Fujiwara Izaya, with a hint of joy on her face.
When she ran to him, Fujiwara Izaya came to his senses and asked in surprise: "Why did you come out?"
"Shouldn't I come out?" Mrs. Kasahara put down her skirt and faced him with a majestic face.
"I've met Mr. Chairman!" Fujiwara Izaya immediately bowed and saluted.
"You still call me chairman?"
"I've met my mother-in-law."
"Excuse me." Mrs. Kasahara raised her slender hands slightly.
Fujiwara Izaya straightened his back.
Their eyes met and they laughed at the same time.
"I'm about to go find Fuka-Eri." Fujiwara Izaya said.
"I'm just waiting for you." Mrs. Kasahara looked at him with her bright eyes.
A young man wearing black clothes and a golden crown!
At this moment, he made people feel at ease like never before.
"What are your plans tonight?" Mrs. Kasahara asked.
"I have no plan." Fujiwara Izaya pretended to be stupid.
Mrs. Kasahara kicked him.
"Ah, okay, okay," Fujiwara Izaya quickly raised his hands, "Whoever comes first, I will go with him... Of course, it's not impossible to come together."
"How about adding me?" Mrs. Kasahara tilted her head to look at him in a cute way.
"Fuka-Eri will kill me!"
"You actually really think that way?"
"...Have I ever said that?"
"Bad guy!" Mrs. Kasahara smiled sweetly and stretched out her hand to poke his chest.
The white fingertips are as tender as the heart of a lily, as if you can smell the fragrance if you get close to it.
Fujiwara Izaya ducked away with a smile and glanced at the door in front: "We're here."
"Wait for me for a while, I'll go in first, and you knock on the door again. Remember, when you come in later, you will act like you just noticed me..." Mrs. Kasahara winked at him slyly, and then lifted up her skirt.
, trotted all the way into the house.
Looking at that noble and beautiful posture, Fujiwara Izaya was filled with thoughts.
Such a noble woman can be either salty or sweet in front of him; she has both a charming and gorgeous side, but also an innocent and lively side; sometimes she is unattainable, sometimes she is like a little bird, acting coquettishly and pretending to be cute to her.
It's not a problem at all, the key is that she looks so stunning and gorgeous...
At this moment, Fujiwara Izaya finally understood something.
Why, after embracing the Omikami, did he feel empty in his heart after fulfilling his long-cherished wish, without any excitement or follow-up thoughts... It turns out that in his opinion, the so-called supreme Omikami's charm is not as good as that of Kasahara.
A long toe!
After standing at the door for a while, Fujiwara Izaya knocked on the door.
"Come in."
It was Mrs. Kasahara's voice.
Push the door open.
Haven't walked in yet.
Just listen to a soft "hoo" sound.
In the fragrant fragrance, pink petals blew towards his face.
Fujiwara Izaya subconsciously closed his eyes.
When he realized that the flowers had all fallen, he opened his eyes again.
Among the delicate petals on the ground, he saw Mrs. Kasahara's bare feet, looking at him with a sweet smile.
Fujiwara Izaya remembered the agreement just now and said in surprise: "Mr. Chairman, why did you show up?"
"Can't I be here?" Mrs. Kasahara smiled brightly.
"Okay, but..."
Before Fujiwara Izaya finished speaking, she gently raised her hand to interrupt him.
With a blow from his soft lips, petals appeared out of thin air and blew onto his face.
This was a gorgeous and majestic dream-like moment. Fujiwara Izaya seemed to see a fairy... The name of the fairy is Kasahara Asuka, yes, it is the school girl... By blowing petals on his face like this, the school girl will
Having done this, I can only say that they truly deserve to be mother and daughter.
"Stop standing here stupidly." Mrs. Kasahara's fair and tender young hands, uu read books www.uukanshu.com, grabbed his collar and pulled him into the house. As she pulled him inside, she smiled brightly.
Dihe said to him: "Since you married my daughter, I am your mother-in-law. From now on, you must obey my orders. Even if I ask you to lick my toes, you can't say anything..."
"Okay, okay!"
Fujiwara Izaya agreed wholeheartedly.
Passing through a bead curtain, he saw Kasahara Fuka-Eri in the large bathing pool. Her whole body was submerged in the hot spring water, and even her mouth could not be seen. Only the tip of her nose was exposed. In front of her face, the water was bubbling.
With bubbles.
"You are so bad!" Fujiwara Izaya turned around and said.
"You dare to scold me?" Mrs. Kasahara pursed her lips, the corners of her mouth curved very subtly, it was hard to tell whether she was smiling or feeling proud.
Fujiwara Izaya looked at her face, which showed no trace of time, and her clear and passionate eyes.
"As the chairman of the board of directors, you should not do this. How can you let your daughter soak in the water while you are still wearing clothes..."
"I'll strangle you to death, you little rascal!"
"Ahem, I was wrong——"
"What!"
The aggressive Mrs. Kasahara was still exerting force on her hands.
"I didn't tell you, cough, help me, the mountain god is going to die..."
Mrs. Kasahara twisted her lips in a pretty curved gesture of disgust.
"Get down here!" She raised her feet and put her son-in-law directly into the bathtub. Then she turned and glared at her daughter: "Let him rub your back. If he can't rub it clean, mother will blast him with thunder."
"..."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri curled her lips and almost cried.
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