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Mrs. Kasahara continued to smoke lazily.
The cigarette holder of the hookah pipe was held in her mouth, making a popping sound, and she seemed to enjoy the feeling of puffing away the smoke. However, she no longer dared to inhale the smoke into her lungs, and just held it in her mouth.
After a while, they all vomited out.
Fujiwara Izaya held Mrs. Hoshimi's little feet, but looked at her.
"Huh~"
Mrs. Kasahara blew out a puff of cigarette smoke at him.
After seeing him shaking his head in disgust to disperse the smoke, the distinguished chairman smiled charmingly and said, "Well, it's quite fun to tease you like this. It feels like an innocent shota being teased by a mature succubus, right?"
Fujiwara Rin ignored her and looked at Mrs. Hoshimi's blushing face: "Why did you get on the boat?"
"She pulled me up." Mrs. Hoshimi pointed to her best friend.
Her little feet felt hot from being touched, but her temperament was still dignified and elegant, and she was as well-behaved as a docile cat.
Fujiwara Izaya had no choice but to look at Mrs. Kasahara again: "Don't say you followed me because you wanted to tease me, right?"
"I'm not that boring." Mrs. Kasahara stretched out lazily, with her collar half-opened, her cheeks as red as a drunken goddess, "Yako and I were in Tokyo for one day, and they didn't dare to act rashly. Instead of being on tenterhooks all day long,
If we are defensive, why not take the initiative to give them a chance and let them attack on their own."
"What if you are trapped and unable to escape?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
"I also have such worries." Mrs. Hoshimi took over. "Before I came, I said that since the enemy dares to invite us, even if they don't have the ability to get rid of us, there must be ways to delay us. This ship cannot be boarded.
.”
Fujiwara Izaya increased his strength on his hands and scolded: "Then you are still following her?"
"Yeah~"
Mrs. Xingjian exhaled softly, her cheeks bulging slightly with anger.
Her cheeks turned redder, her chest rose and fell slightly, and she didn't speak. She just stared at the presumptuous son-in-law with wide eyes, seemingly out of anger.
"I know, Himeko forced you." Fujiwara Izaya smiled as if the spring breeze was blowing on his face.
Mrs. Hoshimi snorted angrily: "It's good to know!"
He looked at Mrs. Kasahara again: "Are you confident enough?"
Mrs. Kasahara raised her eyes, stretched her soft body lazily, and said with a smile, "Of course not."
Looking at her slightly charming smile, Mrs. Hoshimi's cheeks turned red due to her frivolity, and she glared at her best friend with a pair of autumn eyes: "Then why don't you bring me here..."
Subconsciously, she blamed her best friend for her current situation.
"Isn't this guy here?" Mrs. Kasahara smiled charmingly, her chest trembling.
The ice-smart Mrs. Hoshimi reacted quickly. She looked at Fujiwara Izaya, her pretty face flushed, biting her lips and saying nothing. However, those slightly bright eyes were urging him to explain quickly, otherwise she
Now I have to take revenge for being played by jiojio.
Fujiwara Izaya smiled.
He straightened his back and his temperament was as calm as the abyss.
"Peng——"
The demonic aura surged instantly.
Mrs. Hoshimi's face was expressionless and she didn't speak.
The disturbance of the air flow lifted up her long ink-like hair, and her hair was flying as beautifully as an ink painting.
After a while, the air flow returned to calm, and the room was silent. The bright candlelight reflected the moonlight, and the white wings were as dazzling as silver light.
His eyes turned golden, and Fujiwara Izaya was still full of energy.
It's just that compared to his human form, he is now a bit more peaceful and indifferent. This tranquility comes from the absolute pride of the royal bloodline.
Mrs. Hoshimi subconsciously looked towards Mrs. Kasahara.
Her best friend had a calm expression, and it was obvious that she had known it for a long time... In other words, she had been hidden from the two of them for a long time. Thinking of this, Mrs. Hoshimi's expression became even more resentful and aggrieved.
"I'm sorry that I kept it from you for so long." Fujiwara Izaya apologized to her.
Mrs. Hoshimi fell silent.
I don't know how long it took, but her eyes flickered a few times before she let out a sigh of relief.
Regarding Fujiwara Izaya's true identity, she and Mrs. Kasahara had been speculating in the direction of the Great Tengu. Now that the answer was finally confirmed, she felt as if a big stone had fallen in her heart.
No matter what, it's fine.
Being able to be honest with each other about such an important matter means that their relationship has reached an unbreakable level.
"Don't you have anything to say?" Fujiwara Izaya leaned over and asked.
He was still holding one of her feet in his hand. When he came closer, Mrs. Hoshimi was forced to raise that foot high, and the skirt of her skirt slid down, revealing the white skin on her thigh. Although she was a little dissatisfied with Fujiwara Lin
He also had a frivolous attitude, but he still had doubts in his heart, so he couldn't bear to scold him for the time being.
"Are you the Great Tengu of this generation?"
"Yes."
"Who is Xia Xilin to you?"
"Mother."
"...Does that mean this cruise ship belongs to your aunt?"
"Yes, but I don't know what tricks she is playing, so I have to get on the boat and see for myself."
"There is no good person in your family..." Mrs. Xingjian complained.
Fujiwara Izaya flapped his wings.
The swirling air flow followed her thighs and penetrated into the skirt of her skirt.
There was a chill underneath, and when Xing saw his wife straightening her waist, she whispered "Yeah".
The lingering sound is trembling, and the ecstasy is ethereal.
The flushed face and the eyes looking at Fujiwara Izaya were unconsciously more charming. But her face still had the innate cold nobility. At this moment, the coquettishness and nobility blended together, making people feel
The beauty that cannot be seen directly.
Mrs. Kasahara couldn't stand it anymore, so she stretched out her legs and kicked Fujiwara Izaya: "You're almost done. Treat me as if I don't exist, right?"
Mrs. Hoshimi scolded her at the same time: "Don't do this again... um... be gentler."
"Okay, that's it." Fujiwara Izaya took his hand back and at the same time changed back to human form.
Mrs. Hoshimi sat up straight and straightened her clothes.
Probably because the beating just now was too embarrassing, she lowered her head and did not dare to raise her head. The window behind her was open towards the sea, and the bright starlight fell on the part above her slender neck, and even her hair was shining.
Starlight.
Fujiwara Izaya looked at her with surprise.
Her fair and slender neck, with a hint of cyan in her white skin, and her round and well-proportioned shoulders are still as beautiful as when she first met her. The size of her nose and mouth looks small and exquisite compared with her big, clear eyes. If you look closely, you will see that the curvature of her small nose is unique and very special.
She is lovable and a textbook oriental beauty.
Beauty is beautiful, but I have experienced it before.
What surprised Fujiwara Izaya was that he discovered that Mrs. Hoshimi, who was cold and noble on the surface, actually had a submissive character behind the scenes. In this case, it was much easier to deal with her than with another woman named Himeko—
-After all, she wants face but Jizi doesn't.
After a while, Mrs. Xingjian's expression returned to its original state.
The three of them discussed some coping strategies, ate meat and drank wine. After Fujiwara Izaya confessed all about his life experience, Mrs. Hoshimi forgave him for his deception. After eating, the three of them decided to go to the deck to enjoy the sea breeze.
Mrs. Kasahara held her precious cigarette pouch and walked with light steps on the Kyoto alley-style corridor.
Fujiwara Izaya and Mrs. Hoshimi walked side by side, making soft footsteps. In the long and narrow passage of the arcade, white smoke kept drifting from the front to the back.
"Have you told Rinzi?"
"Not yet..."
"When are you going to say it?"
"I know you care about Linzi, but please give me some time..."
"He won't tell," Mrs. Kasahara said with a smile. "A man's happiness depends on how many secrets he keeps. The little guy is very cunning, so he will definitely not tell."
After finishing speaking, she did not forget to add in a naughty tone: "If I hadn't followed Fuka Eri back to his house secretly, he would have hidden it from me."
Fujiwara Izaya looked at her innocent and charming face angrily.
Before she could express her dissatisfaction, her attention was attracted by her white fingertips playing with the pipe, and then her flank was severely pinched by Mrs. Hoshimi. She complained to Fujiwara Izaya: "This is the only one I have.
Baby girl, don’t chill her heart.”
"Don't worry, I understand what my senior is thinking." Fujiwara Izaya assured Yako's mother with a smile.
Mrs. Hoshimi looked at him, and the warm light in the corridor illuminated his face, which was indescribably beautiful and sincere.
"If you can't do it, I won't spare you..." She muttered like a girl.
"I care about my family the most," Fujiwara Izaya said. "No matter whether it is power or status, it is not surprising in my eyes. The future I want most is to be with you all the time."
Mrs. Hoshimi's face turned red again.
We've always been together...then in what capacity?
family?
Or a friend?
"Who are you referring to?" Mrs. Kasahara turned around and asked.
"Who else could it be? Of course..." When the words came to her lips, Fujiwara Izaya wanted to tease her, but he temporarily changed his words, "Of course it's Miji and Riho."
The smile on Mrs. Kasahara's face became deeper and deeper.
The corridor was brightly lit at this time, and there were no extra figures in front or behind, just the three of them.
I believe no one will know if there is one missing.
"Of course there are Himeko's mother and Yako's mother." Fujiwara Izaya quickly added.
Mrs. Xingjian nodded gently.
She looked somewhat satisfied, thinking that although her son-in-law was a little bolder, he was still reliable.
The next second, Mrs. Kasahara came back, raised her cigarette rod and lightly tapped Fujiwara Izaya on the head, smiling coquettishly and scolding: "Stop messing around in the lake here." After saying that, she put her lips to hers again.
My best friend whispered in her ear: "If you want to be together forever, you need to go to Gaotianyuan with him as his immediate family member. Mother-in-law... can't be considered an immediate relative."
The clever Mrs. Hoshimi immediately thought of something, and even her ears turned red with embarrassment.
"Only if Rinko agrees..." She murmured in a voice that almost only she could hear.
Walking out of this corridor, the three of them came to an area filled with Kyoto's night style.
On both sides of the road paved with bluestones, lively lights stretch down, filled with tourists, and the lights of the restaurant emit a dreamy and misty light.
In the yellow light of the sodium gas lamp, Mrs. Kasahara looked at the vast interior space.
"Your space magic is really amazing. Please teach me. I also want to make the Tokyo Grand Shrine bigger... Wow, land in Tokyo is too expensive. If you can't afford it, you can only use other land.
The method has expanded the space. Fujiwara-kun, please save the poor poor mother..."
Mrs. Kasahara, who is half smiling, half crying, and acting like a bitch, is simply the ProMax version of Asuka.
"Old fox!" Mrs. Hoshimi mocked her as usual.
"Ah, does Yako think she can beat her sister again?" Mrs. Kasahara raised the corner of her mouth slightly and turned back provocatively: "Don't blame my sister for not reminding you, if I can make you lose once, I can make you lose a second time.
"
"Ah, it's just a text message. What's there to show off?" Mrs. Hoshimi also raised her eyebrows and said with a smile, "What would Fujiwara-kun like about you? Do you pretend to be cute if you like you? He praised me personally.
Temperamental.”
"You are so shameless."
"I learned it all from Sister Jizi."
"I can't teach a disciple like you." Mrs. Kasahara sighed pretentiously, walked to Fujiwara Izaya with elegant steps, put her little hand on his shoulder intimately, and said: "What happened between me and Fujiwara-kun?"
It’s a practical relationship.”
"Huh?" Mrs. Hoshimi looked at Fujiwara Izaya with a smile.
Fujiwara Izaya sighed deeply in his heart and said helplessly: "It's fake, how dare I do it..."
Before he finished speaking, Mrs. Kasahara's foot stepped on his foot, so he could only blink and said to Mrs. Hoshimi: "Yes, that's what she said. Please don't disturb us anymore."
"It turns out you were coerced." Mrs. Hoshimi folded her hands leisurely, "You can move to my Hachimangu Shrine from now on. I will protect you."
"I have an exclusive room at Asakusa Shrine." Mrs. Kasahara said proudly, "Yako, you still suffered the consequences of trusting him too much. Since September, I have slept at his house every night."
Mrs. Hoshimi's expression did not change, she still looked at Fujiwara Izaya with a smile: "Come over to Yako's mother's side."
"Make a choice!" Mrs. Kasahara pressed her hand firmly on his shoulder.
"Look, there's something fun over there..." Fujiwara Izaya screamed strangely. After breaking free, the first thing he did was to get away quickly.
It's really scary to be trapped in the field of two lovely mother-in-laws who can hit nuclear explosions with one punch... If he had left a little later, he might have been seventeen.
The area in the middle of the second-floor cabin is a large commercial area.
The lanterns hanging from the stalls along the street shine dimly like lantern fish.
Fried noodles with a rich sauce, sweet apple candies, and grilled squid with an attractive aroma; in addition to eating, fishing for water balloons, goldfish, and shooting stands are all available everywhere, making people feel like they are at a summer festival.
The two ladies reconciled again at some point. They shared the food with each other and laughed at the crowd playing games from time to time. Occasionally, acquaintances would come up to say hello, but they were politely kicked away.
The only person who could accompany them on their trip from beginning to end was Izaya Fujiwara, who was carrying multiple snacks in one hand and a pile of toys in the other.
The wife is unparalleled in beauty, and the young man has a dashing posture.
With their presence, the space built after Kyoto has a bit more real beauty.
When I was about to walk out of the cabin, there was a small signboard next to the passage, with "Cafe & Bar" scrawled on it in foreign letters. Under the window where the light streamed out, hung a small golden clock with a thin rope hanging from it.
Fujiwara Izaya walked over and gently pulled the string.
The small clock made a crisp sound.
A bald man immediately popped out of the window.
Fujiwara Izaya raised three fingers.
"It'll be ready soon." The man retracted into the window.
After a while, a tray was suspended from the window with a string. Inside the tray were three cups of red wine, a kind of wine mixed with shochu and Akadama red wine.
Fujiwara Izaya distributed the wine to the two ladies and accompanied them to the deck.
The dark deck is quiet and quiet, with no one around. There is only a beverage machine that emits a white light silently, and there is a potted maple tree next to it. Compared to the silence on the deck, it is much livelier below. Amidst the sea breeze blowing in the face, the cruise ship
Driving steadily forward on the star-shrouded sea, the entire cruise ship was brightly lit, like a magnificent palace on the sea.
Looking from above, the sea reflects the stars and the lights of the cruise ship, which is gorgeous and grand.
Mrs. Hoshimi exclaimed sincerely: "It's so beautiful."
Mrs. Kasahara found a clean place and lay down, looking up at the stars in the night sky. Hundreds of millions of planets shimmered like gold sand grains inlaid on black cloth, and the illusive bright moon hung high in the sky.
She leaned her head slightly on Fujiwara Izaya's shoulder: "The moon is so big. I have liked round and shiny things like this since I was a child."
"I like it too." Fujiwara Izaya said casually.
"I want the moon!" Mrs. Kasahara suddenly raised her finger and pointed at the bright moon in the sky and shouted, "Hey, Fujiwara, quickly take it off, tie it with a bow, and send it to me."
"Even if you really want it, it would be too difficult for me..."
"A useless guy, he doesn't know anything... He's really a tengu who only talks and coaxes people."
"Are you drunk?"
"I'm not drunk... I just drank so much... burp..." Mrs. Kasahara drank the wine in the glass and exclaimed happily. The empty glass fell on the deck and slid along the arc.
"Shame!" Mrs. Hoshimi laughed and cursed.
She was still standing and not sitting down. The plain kimono she wore was filled with wind and bulging out, making her slim and beautiful.
"I'll take care of you later." Mrs. Kasahara smoked her cigarette and stared blankly at the drink machine. The red maple leaves were illuminated by the fluorescent lamp.
Birds of smoke rise, drifting toward the night sea.
Fujiwara Izaya remembered the first time he saw her.
It was at the regular meeting of Onmyojia in Tokyo Daijingu Shrine. His first impression of the director at that time was that she was very dignified and elegant. Later, at the director meeting, he saw her majestic side again, but that time
At that time, he never guessed that the soul hidden in this woman's body would be so vivid and interesting.
"I remember the day I first met you." Mrs. Kasahara suddenly said.
"What a coincidence." Fujiwara Izaya smiled sadly.
"I can't forget it. It was a regular Western-style banquet that day. When I heard that you were coming, I ran out wearing ordinary clothes to have a look. I found that you were being chased and beaten by a group of peers... Haha, you seem to be quite attractive.
Hated."
"So that's it..." Fujiwara Izaya's hand slowly drew circles on her shoulders.
She was indeed wearing ordinary clothes at that time. It turned out to be because she was anxious that she would not have time to change.
"Before I met you, I heard your name often. I thought to myself, what kind of disgusting country boy is this, who can be hated by everyone in the Yin and Yang Residence. When I saw you, I
I think you are very good, and you should not be misunderstood... You are cute, you speak well, and you know how to observe people's emotions... The only bad thing is that you like to talk about boring Spanish wars."
"It's mainly when I'm facing you that I can speak nicely."
"You did a great job at the subsequent board meeting, especially when you said, 'A disaster is not just one thing that kills more than 200 people, but one thing that kills one person that happens more than 200 times.' Wow."
...I like this sentence so much." At this point, Mrs. Kasahara gently closed her eyes and smiled: "Since then, I have fallen in love and been obsessed with you..."
Mrs. Hoshimi next to her rolled her eyes.
Fujiwara Izaya turned around and complained to Mrs. Hoshimi: "Fortunately, it wasn't the first day I met Kasahara Himeko, otherwise I wouldn't have believed what she said."
"Good job!" Mrs. Hoshimi happily gave him a thumbs up.
"Are you two working together to deal with me?" Mrs. Kasahara stretched out, "Don't think that this is enough..." Then she murmured something inaudible, tilted her head, and pillowed
He dozed off on Fujiwara Izaya's lap.
"She really looks like a girl at this time." Fujiwara Izaya stroked the messy hair beside her ears and said to Mrs. Hoshimi: "When we quarrel, Yako's mother, please give her a break. I'm afraid she will come suddenly.
real……"
"Humph, who knows!" Mrs. Hingjian pursed her lips, tilted her face, and babbled arrogantly: "She always has a weak head and doesn't consider my feelings. Occasionally she has a venomous tongue,
She doesn't know how to look at my face, she always looks pretentious, and she talks and behaves like she is a superior sister... I feel like I will never get along well with her in this life!"
cute!
Very cute!
All in all, it’s very cute!
The Hoshimi family are all super cute tsunderes!
Fujiwara Izaya automatically and consciously overlapped the figures of Hoshimi Yako and Hoshimi Rinko at this time.
The mother is at the bottom and the daughter is at the top, so happy.
"Pfft, haha..." Mrs. Kasahara, who was pretending to be asleep, laughed out loud. She sat up and leaned her cheek against Mrs. Hoshimi's face, ignoring Mrs. Hoshimi's disgusted expression.
My tsundere is so arrogant that my sister likes it. Come on, let me kiss you, Mua~"
"Oh, let go!"
Mrs. Hoshimi actually broke free, wiped the saliva on her cheek, and complained to Fujiwara Izaya with a face full of embarrassment: "Look, she is so hateful, no one can cure her!"
Mrs. Kasahara puffed up her chest proudly: "So no one can save Yako."
"Do you need my help to teach her a lesson?" Fujiwara Izaya asked meaningfully.
Fujiwara Izaya used his hands and feet to crawl towards Mrs. Kasahara.
"Don't be so presumptuous!" Mrs. Kasahara's majestic phoenix eyes exuded a strong aura.
"Come here!" Fujiwara Izaya held her shoulders and pulled her over.
Mrs. Kasahara bent down, raised her buttocks, and was forced to kneel in front of him.
This slightly humiliating posture still has a fascinating and noble beauty on her body.
Fujiwara Izaya's fingertips brushed the satin-like skin of her cheek, slid to her chin and gently raised it, letting her look at him.
Mrs. Hoshimi was watching the show with excitement.
Forced to raise her face, Mrs. Kasahara's eyes moved slightly, her eyes were half-closed, and her soft petal-like lips suddenly became much more gorgeous.
Fujiwara Izaya smiled with satisfaction, touched his lips with his fingertips, picked up his undrunk glass of wine and stuffed it into it. At the same time, he grabbed her hair with his other hand, opened her little mouth, and slowly drank the wine.
Pour in slowly.
Mrs. Kasahara snorted softly, closing her eyes and swallowing the wine reluctantly.
"Gulu gulu..."
Fujiwara Izaya poured the last half cup in at once.
"Well..."
There was too much wine, and Mrs. Kasahara had no time to swallow it, so she could only hold it in her mouth temporarily, causing her cheeks to bulge high.
A small amount of red wine spilled out, pulling a red line along the lips and dripping on the deck.
"Swallow all the wine." Fujiwara Izaya pinched her chin and raised it, forcing her mouth to close.
Mrs. Kasahara looked at him with cold eyes and swallowed all the wine in small sips.
"Himeko is becoming more and more obedient." Fujiwara Izaya wiped away the remaining drink from the corner of her mouth with his fingers and wiped it on her collar with satisfaction.
"snort!"
Mrs. Kasahara glared at him contemptuously, her cold face still showing the expression of one who would rather die than surrender. After a while, she stretched out her tongue and licked the remaining wine on her lips, and the fragrance of the wine filled her lips and teeth.
Various charming movements.
Looking at her beautiful face, Fujiwara Izaya felt very excited.
It feels great to have such a Jizi mother who is willing to play games with him!