The rain has stopped for a long time, the wind has blown away the dark clouds, and the moonlight is shining lightly on the world.
Orange lights reflect the outline of Asakusa Shrine.
The terrace extending outward from the side hall hangs over the artificial lake, with thin white gauze hanging around it.
Kawashima Miji likes this terrace facing the lake very much, with a laurel tree planted next to it. Most evenings, she likes to take the unfinished work here during the day and continue to deal with it. When she is tired, she puts her feet in it.
Soak in the lake to relieve fatigue.
The same goes for tonight.
There was a laptop placed on the small low table, and the light of the oil lamp trembled slightly on the table.
In the warm yellow light, Kawashima Miji's beautifully manicured nails were tapping the keyboard quickly. Her wet black hair hung down her back. There was a small makeup mirror, a bottle of perfume, and a few books on the table.
Articles and essays written by Fujiwara Izaya before.
I typed a few lines.
Kawashima Meiji stopped and took out a small mirror to look at herself.
The red and white orthodox miko uniform, her beautiful hairline, feminine eyebrows, delicate nose and plump red lips... She is already beautiful, but against the backdrop of the classical miko uniform, she looks even more elegant.
So elegant.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Kawashima Miji couldn't help but lick her lips.
Not long ago, she had just returned from playing tennis with several wives of the directors of Yin Yang Residence. After taking a bath, she deliberately changed into a witch costume, and with a waiting mentality, she was alone on the terrace to deal with the Queen's bubble bath.
Work.
"Did you spray too much perfume..."
Kawashima Miji raised her slender wrist and sniffed.
The rich fragrance of roses, with the sweet tiredness after exercise, surrounded her snow-white oval face in the dark and quiet night, filling the air with a gentle trembling.
"Just right..."
Kawashima Meiji put away the mirror with great satisfaction.
"Now I'm just waiting for my little husband to come back." She smiled proudly, but the next second, her face suddenly turned cold, and she said angrily: "Bitch, I've been running all day long for you, and you have nothing but flowers.
Besides making money very easily, I can’t do anything else well!”
The resentful young wife whined away her complaints and waited on the terrace for her late husband.
In the past month since she returned to Tokyo, as the only shrine maiden of Asakusa Shrine, Kawashima Miki has participated in countless director tea parties, held several small meetings, and gone shopping and beauty salons with many directors' wives she has never met before.
hospital.
The things that ladies like to discuss most are the many useless discussions about pleasure and love.
Every time I hear these beautiful memories of Kawashima, I want to laugh.
Love is useless?
That means you haven't encountered true love at all.
Kawashima Miki always starts to run her own Asakusa Shrine with all her heart after laughing at those poor women in her heart.
For example, during this month, she first moved the portrait of the mountain god hanging in the worship hall to the screen at the entrance, then took it into the backyard to prevent visitors from viewing it, and finally took it back to her room and hung it.
When I was tidying up the kitchen and storage room, I found a lot of empty cans and cardboard. I took them to the scrapyard and sold them. I added some money and bought a large king crab, which I ate with Yukino Riho and Fujiwara Izaya.
A meal. Also, her favorite thing is to fish out the coins thrown by tourists in the worship hall pool with bare feet. Then, like a squirrel that has only harvested pine cones, she happily gets under the covers with Fujiwara Izaya.
Show off your trophies.
Fujiwara Izaya laughed at her for looking like a hamster.
She started beating him without being polite at all.
Ever since she was a girl, Miji Kawashima has liked to fill her life with beautiful but little valuable things. When she was studying, she liked to collect pins, so she filled her painted storage box with all kinds of pins.
After I came to Tokyo, I liked collecting high-heeled shoes, so I had a special shoe-changing room. I left one or two hundred pairs of high-heeled shoes there, and even if I couldn’t wear them a few times, I would continue to buy them back.
Regarding this matter, Fujiwara Izaya complained several times that she has a collecting habit. She smiled every time and still happily bought herself various high-heeled shoes... It was all her money anyway, so she could buy whatever she wanted.
purchase.
This thing called passion for life has been driving her forward.
She also had a period of confusion. For a long time as the empress, she was like a butterfly flying into the room, flying in circles and unable to find the way out. Fortunately, the window was opened again by her little husband.
Finally, the exhausted butterfly regained its freedom.
so.
She likes Fujiwara Izaya very much now.
The kind of incomparable love that is engraved in my bones.
There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and Kawashima Miji looked up.
"Let's take a rest." Riho Yukino came with a bunch of lemonade.
The lemon floating on the surface with crushed ice in the glass, cut into thin rounds, looks very refreshing.
"I happen to be thirsty." Kawashima Miji smoothed her hair from her forehead, smiled, picked up the cup and poured a glass of lemonade.
Yukino Riho also sat down and picked up the lute placed on the terrace.
The moon tonight is very round, like the full moon in poetry. The stream of light spreads like mercury over the entire Tokyo. The eaves of the worship hall are covered with layers of silver frost. Sitting in the moonlight, Riho Yukino looks very much like she came from the moon.
of fairies.
"Would you like to hear any music?" she asked.
Kawashima Meiji grunted and replied: "Whatever."
This is how the two ladies passed the time when Fujiwara Izaya was not at home at night.
The melodious pipa music sounded.
The laurel flowers blooming beside the terrace are clustered like yellow paper umbrellas.
Yukino Riho played the pipa among the petals.
The delicate fingertips hold the plectrum, and with a sound of "琤", the pipa vibrates and makes a moving sound.
The moonlight and the sound of the piano blend together.
Whenever the strings of the piano tremble, a laurel flower will fall off the branch. The petals scattered quietly in the moonlight, as if they cannot bear the weight of the moonlight, dancing gracefully in the atmosphere.
Kawashima Miji rested her elbows on the tablecloth, and gently played her cheeks with her fingertips painted with nail polish. Looking at Yukino Riho's performance, she felt bright and refreshing. Among the dancing laurel flowers, it was the petals that catered to the pipa.
, or is the sound of pipa catering to the petals?
"Autumn comes and the colorful clouds surround the mountains, and the mountains are covered with red leaves."
"Once it's gone, why bother changing its color?"
Yukino Riho sang the harmony softly, a smile appeared on her lips.
It was the kind of faint smile, like the faint yellow color of laurel petals, very elegant and quiet.
"Oh, the pipa plays so beautifully..."
A voice came from nowhere, and a smile broke out on Kawashima Miji's face, a truly private smile.
Fujiwara Izaya, who had changed into a white hunting suit, walked over from the other end of the corridor, running like a man in the cool wind. His clear eyes looked at the two ladies, his gaze was extremely gentle and full of love.
Kawashima Miki picked up the cup with her delicate hand and brought it to her red lips. She glanced at the proud Fujiwara Izaya: "Are you willing to come back?"
Yukino Riho looked at him with a smile, her snow-white oval face matched with a sky blue yukata, her temperament was elegant and demure.
"Did you miss me?" Fujiwara Izaya walked into the terrace, closed the laptop with a snap, and reached out to hug Mrs. Meiji's shoulders.
"Crack!"
Kawashima Miji slapped his hands away.
Immediately afterwards, her smile disappeared, and she turned her back to him expressionlessly, saying coldly: "Go and hug your female police officer. How can I, a woman who runs a custom shop, be worth the attention of the Mountain God?"
Yukino Riho blinked, with a somewhat gloating expression.
"I just like the empress who runs a custom shop." Fujiwara Izaya said loudly.
"Oh, I got it, step back." Kawashima Miji turned her back to him and smiled.
The flickering candlelight illuminated her profile. Dressed in a red and white witch costume, she looked bright and dignified, with a classical charm that transcended reality.
Fujiwara Izaya looked a little fascinated.
"Are you thirsty? Do you want a glass of water?" Riho Yukino was handed lemonade.
"Thank you, Mrs. Riho." Fujiwara Izaya drank the water in one gulp.
Yukino Riho was wearing a blue and white loose yukata, and her calves slightly exposed from the skirt were as delicate and beautiful as if they were carved from ice and snow.
"You're in a good mood, is there anything good going on?" She sat in front of the low table, supporting her chin with her right hand, and flipping through the notebook on the bed with her left hand.
"I found out that Fuka-Eri likes me." Fujiwara Izaya said happily.
"oh?"
Kawashima Meiji sneered.
"Like..." Yukino Riho chewed the word gently.
Fujiwara Izaya put his arms around her: "I like me as much as you do."
Her neck as white as snow and her slender and tight waist were being held in his arms. The whole world seemed to become quiet all of a sudden, with only warmth floating in the air.
"Is that so, my favorite..." Yukino Riho's watery eyes remained on his face, her tone of voice was gentle, without any cadence, it was really like the sound of snow falling from the top of a pine tree branch to the ground.
.
Kawashima Miji turned around, with a frivolous curve in her mouth: "Riho, come over to me, don't let him fool you."
"Don't go." Fujiwara Izaya hugged Yukino Riho tightly, "If she wants to make trouble, let her make it alone. We will have our say."
"Well, who should I listen to..." Riho Yukino pursed her lips to hold back laughter, opened her eyes wide and blinked at Kawashima Miki, and then looked at Fujiwara Izaya with a troubled expression.
This look of pity made Fujiwara Izaya feel hot in his heart.
Kawashima Miji took a sip of ice lemonade to calm down, and looked at the two people hugging each other: "Riho, please think clearly, his habits are like a butterfly, he likes to fly around and mess around all day long.
If you don’t go home, the person who stays with you the most is me.”
"The Sword Comes"
"What Meiji said makes sense..." Yukino Riho smiled softly.
"Then why don't you come over to sister's place?" Kawashima Meiji hooked her fingers, with the arrogance of a paper tiger in her eyes.
"Fujiwara-kun?" Yukino Riho looked up at her husband who was holding her in his arms, "You should let go of me, otherwise Sister Meiji will be angry. You don't even know that when you are not at home,
She never stopped scolding you..."
"snort!"
Kawashima Meiji glanced at her little husband with disdain.
Holding Yukino Riho's soft body and looking at her clear eyes, Fujiwara Izaya laughed. The wife in his arms narrowed her eyes slightly, raised her neck slightly, and her naturally clear lips were extremely moving.
The cute and charming look made Fujiwara Izaya lower his head and kiss the side of her snow-white face.
His lips were close to her cheek, moving slowly and accurately covering her cold, sweet lips.
"like……"
Yukino Riho murmured sweetly, wrapping her arms softly around his neck, and her half-squinted eyes were as cold and moist as melted ice.
Kissing her, Fujiwara Izaya's heartbeat began to accelerate.
Kawashima Miki frowned, stretched out her foot with some dissatisfaction, and kicked Fujiwara Izaya from under the table.
"wave~"
Fujiwara Izaya let go of Yukino Riho's lips.
"Well, people who are having trouble can only watch..." Yukino Riho leaned in his arms and couldn't get up. There were a few strands of black hair stuck to her sweaty cheeks. They looked like pine branches in the snow, which looked very strange.
moving.
"You guys are so noisy."
Kawashima Miji took a few sips of lemonade.
Tsk.
So sour.
Fujiwara Izaya let go of Yukino Riho and rolled towards her.
"Hey, what are you doing-"
Kawashima Miji screamed.
Fujiwara Izaya immediately grabbed her shoulders and lay down on the tatami mat.
"I'm angry!" Kawashima Miji bit her lip angrily.
"You've become more capable, haven't you?" Fujiwara Izaya flicked her forehead and rubbed her bulging cheeks, "You dare to steal a woman from me, right? If I don't teach you a lesson today, you really don't know.
Who is the master of this family!"
Yukino Riho stood up and said with a smile: "I'll bring some wine and food."
After turning around and walking a few steps, she vaguely heard a dull sound of "pop" coming from behind her.
That's... the sound of a spanking?
Yukino Riho didn't look back and walked briskly toward the kitchen, the smile on her lips never fading away.
The flames flickered.
The wind blew the veil, half covering the two of them.
Kawashima Miki hunched over, hugged Fujiwara Izaya's neck, and leaned her face on his shoulder.
"Eri Fuka likes me more, and so does Mrs. Miki, and Mrs. Riho..." Fujiwara Izaya hugged her waist and patted her soft buttocks with his palms, "Sooner or later, we will be a family, and we will be forever.
Happily together."
"You can only dream!" Kawashima Miji sneered.
"Pah——"
"……you!"
Kawashima Miji screamed in pain, frowning and showing an attitude of preferring death to surrender.
After being slapped several times in succession, her pretty face flushed, and her legs together trembled slightly.
Fujiwara Izaya stopped and asked with a smile: "Who is in charge of this family?"
"Me!" Kawashima Miji is still stubborn, her small fists are already clenched, which is a sign that she is ready to hit someone.
Then there was another snap.
Amidst the muffled sound of slapping her buttocks, Kawashima Miji bit her lips and hummed softly.
Infinitely sultry sounds.
Fujiwara Izaya hugged her waist, lay down on her side, and pressed his lips against her red cheek: "Thank you, Mrs. Meiji."
"Thank me for what?" Kawashima Miji murmured in response.
"Thank you for still being stubborn."
"snort!"
"Thank you for helping me take care of the affairs of Asakusa Shrine, thank you for helping me attend social activities with the Onnyangryo, thank you for making money to support me, so that I can have time to use your money to pick up other girls..." At this point,
Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but laugh.
"Even if I give money to the Cowherd, he still knows how to coax me!" Kawashima Meiji snuggled into his arms and muttered angrily, "You are worse than a Cowherd, whether in bed or in bed.
Under the bed!”
"Have you ever seen Cowherd?" Fujiwara Izaya blew into her ear.
The warm breath penetrated into his heart. Kawashima Meiji shivered as if he was ticklish, and stretched out his hand to pinch his waist: "Yes, I just go to find the Cowherd, every night!"
"Hi——, it hurts so much, please forgive me, madam." Fujiwara Izaya twisted his face, pretending to be in pain.
"I didn't use half of my strength."
"Isn't this just to give you a sense of accomplishment?"
"What sense of accomplishment can I get from hurting you?"
"No, no, no, the sense of accomplishment is not because it hurts me, but because the noble mountain god is willing to become your servant and cooperate with all your actions."
"That's pretty much it." Kawashima Meiji smiled contentedly.
Fujiwara Izaya hugged her waist and couldn't help but kiss her cheek: "Mrs. Meiji is the cutest in the world."
"It's all fake, it's all staged," Kawashima Meiji narrowed her eyes slightly and said angrily, "I'm just a virgin in human skin. Everything about being cute and dignified is staged. Essentially, I'm a person who likes to play around.
The monster in the human heart. If you want to be cute, go find Fuka-Eri."
"You talked about another woman again, you should be punished!" Fujiwara Izaya lifted up the skirt of his miko uniform.
Kawashima Miki glanced at him, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, but still said in an angry tone: "What are you doing, can you be more serious, this is not a room, believe me or not...ah!" The trembling last voice,
It was her soft cry of pain.
"Mrs. Meiji..."
"Wha, what..."
"I'm going to a custom shop tonight."
"What!"
"The massage technique is not as good as yours."
"So, that's...well, that's the point?"
"The point is, Fuka-Eri helped me."
"?"
"Haha, that's why I said Fuka-Eri started to like me."
"Take it easy..."
"Do you like it?"
"I like it, I like it..."
Fujiwara Izaya hugged Kawashima Miki's gently twisting waist and rubbed his cheek against her body.
Mrs. Meiji's eyes were half-closed, her eyes were blurred, and she didn't say a word in rebuttal. She seemed to have been beaten into submission. Fujiwara Izaya looked at her bright red lips and pretty face. And her slender figure
The clear eyes under her eyebrows were looking at her seductively, and her expression was that of a lovely young woman, which could be described as charming.
With her husband looking at her, Kawashima Miji moved her lips forward for a kiss.
Fujiwara Izaya kissed her.
Mrs. Mei Kee is like a jar of fine wine, the charm that overflows from every frown and smile is filled with the fragrance of wine... and the feeling of having too much wine is really moisturizing!
The wind blew across the terrace and the laurel trees swayed gently.
The petals fell on the lake, the water moon broke, and the lake surface rippled with clear ripples.
Some petals floated in along the gauze and fell on Kawashima Meiji's shoulders, hair and cuffs. In the dim light, she breathed slightly, savoring the aftertaste, and a smile appeared on her face. The kind of tired and contented one.
Smile, as if listening to the overflowing sound in your body that only you can hear.
Fujiwara Izaya lay on his side and hugged her without letting go.
Lying on the terrace, the gauze half-covered their bodies like a quilt.
Inside the quilt, the couple's skin was touching each other, feeling each other's warmth.
"Don't come back so late in the future." Kawashima Miji said softly.
"Thank you for your hard work, I will spend more time to help you in the future." Fujiwara Izaya responded softly.
"You can only coax me, but you don't take any actual actions at all." Kawashima Miji's little feet lightly stepped on his insteps. In the moonlight shining on the terrace, the shining little ankles were covered with clean and delicate
Texture.
The little gesture of stretching out her foot to kick her husband in the night is extremely warm and romantic.
"I always say that I coax you, but in fact I have done everything I told you." Fujiwara Izaya grabbed a gauze, covered their heads, held her chin and stared at her face.
After wondering for a while, he laughed and asked, "Your mentality is the same as your body. It cannot be satisfied."
"Which woman would have too much?" Kawashima Miji's pretty face still had a flushed aftertaste.
"I really suffered the disadvantage of my gender!" Fujiwara Izaya complained.
"Husband..." Kawashima Miji rubbed his arm.
"Oh, by the way, Riho has arrived just now..." As he said that, Fujiwara Izaya smiled slyly, like a clean and sly smile like a young man playing pranks, "She saw everything you did just now.
"
Kawashima Miji's pretty face immediately tensed up.
Looking sideways, Yukino Riho walked back to the terrace in the manner of an aristocratic lady, carrying food and drinks.
"Mrs. Riho, she just ate it secretly," Fujiwara Izaya complained.
"Ah, bastard, why didn't you tell me earlier..." Kawashima Miji quickly covered her face with both hands.
Her long hair hung like a waterfall on the floor. She was so ashamed that she wanted to bury herself in her long hair. In this regard, Mrs. Mei Ke was relatively conservative. On her wedding night, she covered herself with a quilt.
, not even looking at Fujiwara Izaya and Yukino Riho the whole time.
The same is true for Yukino Riho.
After putting down the food, she lowered her head.
When she came over just now, she noticed the terrace from a distance.
Monsters all have good eyesight. On the other side of the corridor, Riho Yukino saw the appearance of Kawashima Miki. Her plump and plump body was lying half underneath, and the hem of the miko skirt was lifted up to her waist. Her shoulders were also exposed.
There is a charming smile on her smooth and beautiful face.
The intermittent sounds at night were like rain falling on the eaves on a rainy day, and the continuous sound of tinkling bells was crisp and pleasant. Yukino Riho, who had been listening in the dark for a long time, felt like a cold jade stone being held in someone's hands.
Gradually it became warmer.
After sitting down now, there is still a ringing and ethereal sound in her ears.
Fujiwara Izaya sat over, hugged her and said, "Become a snow girl."
A stupid woman wouldn't do that.
But Yuki-onna is different.
The snow girl will become active due to the influence of her constitution.
"Are you here..." Riho Yukino half-closed her eyes, her slender fingers resting on her belt.
"Of course."
"good……"
Yukino Riho closed her eyes completely, and her slender eyelashes were like reeds swaying in the wind.
An icy wind suddenly arises.
The clouds in the sky are flowing, and the moon is moving among them.
Yukino Riho, who had turned into a snow girl, glanced at Fujiwara Izaya with her ice-crystal blue eyes.
"It's my turn..." She said expressionlessly, while pushing her long hair behind her shoulders, her fingers gently hooked the skirt. The round shoulders covered with a layer of frost were exposed, and she seemed to be missing from the world.
The ice and snow elf is disheveled but full of charm.
Kawashima Miji opened a little gap in her finger and looked over.
The misty moonlight shines in and covers the two of them like a holy silver glow... The picture is so happy and happy. Yukino Riho's elegant waist-sucking sky blue yukata has an open neckline. Every time her body shakes, it flashes by.
The red lace edge is like a vein of bright cinnabar.
Her fingers were clasped in Fujiwara Izaya's hair, her eyes were closed, and the tips of her ears were trembling slightly, as if she was listening to something. The gently trembling eyelashes were like tuberose in the dark night, ready to reveal its buds and bloom at any time.
fragrance.
Kawashima Miji smiled, showing a delicate expression.
Even a snow girl without emotions has fallen, right? What she looked like just now is certainly not embarrassing.