192. Mrs. Kasahara: I can have three or five more children!
An autumn morning when the sun and waves play.
At this time, Fujiwara Izaya was slightly shorter than Kasahara Fuka-Eri, especially since she was wearing high heels. When kissing her, he had to stand on his tiptoes, which looked a little funny.
Lips touching, entangled and quarreling.
This process lasted for a long time, until Kasahara Fuka-Eri was almost dead before she gently broke free.
"Hoo~"
She gasped softly.
My body felt much warmer and my cheeks were flushed.
She was suddenly immersed in a slightly unfamiliar sense of happiness, which was tempting her with great stubbornness like a forbidden fruit.
Fujiwara Izaya sat on the bridge, leaning against the railing.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri also bent down and sat beside him, holding flowers in her hands.
The high-altitude wind whistled past with a coolness, gradually cooling her body temperature. Then she came back to her senses and turned to look at Fujiwara Izaya, with a slightly angry face, so beautiful that people couldn't help but want to hug her.
Fujiwara Izaya put his hand on her shoulder and whispered: "It really feels like a dream!"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri responded vaguely.
Being blown by the wind, she felt like she was about to float, like a hyacinth blown by the wind. The young man's toes that he had just stood on tiptoe and the hand that was now resting on her shoulder became the bait in the hands of the tempter, the temptation.
He must have a woman who loves him.
Fujiwara Izaya glanced at her crimson profile with a smile on his face: "Do you want Fuka-Eri to make a declaration like 'Swear to be loyal to love'?"
"There will be no next time!" Kasahara Fuka-Eri said coldly.
hateful!
Just now he had a very tragic look on his face!
Now that he has succeeded, he has a playful and smiling face. It is hard not to doubt that he is not cheating!
Fujiwara Izaya puffed out his chest and looked as if he was about to die: "The iceberg has melted, there are no regrets anymore, so why should we be afraid?"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's hair turned white instantly.
His eyes blinked two or three times and turned from black to red. At the same time, a ball of flames rushed towards the door facing Fujiwara Izaya.
"Wait!" Fujiwara Izaya quickly shouted to stop.
The flames continued unabated.
It hit his face, and in desperation, he opened his mouth and swallowed it.
"Hiccup~"
A puff of black smoke was exhaled.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked at him for a few seconds, then her expression softened: "I will use my full strength next time."
This sentence came out of her mouth fluently, and Fujiwara Izaya started laughing so hard that he couldn't stop laughing, and even choked a few times.
"What's so funny? If you laugh again, believe it or not, I will kick you out and not give you a promotion for the rest of your life..." Fuka-Eri Kasahara shouted in embarrassment.
But Fujiwara Izaya kept laughing.
His hand rested on Kasahara Fuka-Eri's shoulder.
It wasn't very strenuous originally.
But smiling, the hand suddenly exerted force and turned her body around.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri stared at his smiling face from the front.
Her cold eyes gradually became moist, and she couldn't help but smile.
Lines of beautiful white clouds floated around them, as if they were outlined with a brush.
After a while, Fujiwara Izaya calmed down and asked her: "Is it true that there will be no next time?"
"fool."
"That's just a tough talk."
"I can't say I'll let you kiss me at any time..." Kasahara Fuka-Eri hugged the flower to her chest and lowered her head to smell the fragrance. Fujiwara Izaya suddenly felt thirsty again, and couldn't help but hug her warm body, holding her hand
He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her slim and elastic waist.
Their cheeks were so close that they could even smell each other's slightly salty smell and feel each other's body temperature.
"Put down the flowers." Fujiwara Izaya said.
"Um……"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri responded weakly. After putting down the flowers, she spread her hands to both sides. She didn't know whether to push him away or embrace him.
One of Fujiwara Izaya's hands slid down her slender waist.
The hand pressed her round buttocks in an arc, and with a little force, the silky fabric sank into the tender flesh. Kasahara Fuka-Eri squeaked, and subconsciously wrapped a hand around her.
He pushed his hand away and said, "No."
Fujiwara Izai didn't say a word, he grabbed the hem of her black skirt and lifted it up a little.
Under the black skirt, a pair of calves as white as new bamboo shoots were exposed, and the calf muscles were tightly stretched. They felt soft and delicate to the touch, and there would be a vibrant elastic feedback immediately with a little exertion.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's body trembled slightly.
She instinctively wanted to struggle a little to express her protest, but when she thought of his voice just now and the fact that she was already married anyway, her will to protest quickly deflated like a punctured balloon.
Unconsciously, one of her arms was attached to Fujiwara Izaya's back.
Fujiwara Izaya's movements were a little bigger.
Kasahara Fukaeri didn't say anything and closed her eyes slightly, her alluring face was more beautiful than ever.
She was panting, her face was as red as fire, and her moist lips were childish and beautiful. Fujiwara Izaya's lips covered them. One second passed, two seconds passed...the arms became tighter and tighter, and the kiss lasted until it was suffocating.
"Woo~"
Kasahara Fukae's long eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings.
The next moment, she slapped Fujiwara Izaya's hand away. After gasping for a few breaths, she warned: "Don't even think about it in broad daylight..."
"I won't let you go next time." Fujiwara Izaya leaned against the railing leisurely.
Looking at the sea of clouds, he put his hands behind his head and even whistled.
Being able to kiss Fuka-Eri was already a huge improvement. He was so satisfied that he didn't mind even becoming the public enemy of mankind in the next second.
"As for being so happy..."
"You are about to be eaten by me, how pitiful you are."
"Can't you just stop eating me?"
"no."
"You said it so directly, it's not easy for me to answer." Kasahara Fuka-Eri shrugged habitually.
"I like you, and if you like you, you have to eat me." Fujiwara Izaya said and stood up.
"How willful!"
He walked forward.
"Hello--"
Her long-voiced call came from behind.
"I'll fly with you on my back!" Fujiwara Izaya squatted down.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri glared at him angrily, thought for a moment, then picked up the yellow rose and walked towards him.
"Do you like yellow roses so much?"
“Generally like it.”
"I will give you a bouquet every birthday from now on."
"You don't need to remind me when I turned one year older." Kasahara Fuka-Eri walked up behind him.
With the corners of her mouth raised slightly, she kicked Fujiwara Izaya down to the bridge, then spread her legs and straddled his back.
"This posture is wrong!" Fujiwara Izaya protested dissatisfied.
"What's wrong?"
"You should lie down behind me."
"Why?"
"This way the breasts will be... Oh, don't make trouble, I'm going to take off!"
The white wings flap slowly.
The two flew down from Qiao Ji and shuttled between the clouds.
"Okay, I'm lying down." Kasahara Fuka-Eri slowly bent down and pressed against his back.
Very warm and thick.
"Ah, so soft~" Fujiwara Izaya was intoxicated.
"My mind is full of lust!" Fuka-Eri Kasahara hit him on the head with a flower.
The flowers are also yellow.
"What's wrong with the young man's lust?" Fujiwara Izaya smiled proudly.
On the sparkling sea, the two people flew freely like seabirds. The giant cruise ship broke through the waves and sailed towards the depths of the Pacific Ocean. The sky was bright and there was a fresh and peaceful atmosphere.
Flying in the air, Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked down at the cruise ship.
On the deck on the first floor, there are several women sitting on deck chairs and sunbathing; several men in suits worship in front of the makeshift shrine on the deck on the second floor; on the Brazilian-style deck on the third floor, a maiko and a girl wearing People in eggplant costumes dance together.
Looking down at such a strange scenery from a high place, Kasahara Fuka-Eri felt as if she had become one with the Tengu.
"No matter how big the storm is tomorrow, I will protect you!" Fujiwara Izaya looked at the sea and announced with a manly momentum.
"Um."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri responded gently.
She is Shiranui.
However, she does not use her demonic power now, and is just flying in the air with her husband as a wife. Thinking of this, she feels inexplicably comfortable, and the feeling of her husband's gentle and wanton sucking when they kissed her just now spreads all over her body. She really I'm going to fall in love with this young husband... He obviously has an active personality and loves to be naughty, but he still pretends to be a gentleman in a mysterious way. It's really funny. His whole thought is optimistic, so optimistic that he seems to be Talking and singing to the sun and nature. His healthy and beautiful body is filled with a kind of tenacious power that can be said to be life.
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After flying until Fujiwara Izaya was almost exhausted, the two quietly landed on the stern of the boat.
On the way out of the guest room, I met several directors who were familiar from the Yin Yang Residence. Their eyes were a little strange.
Fujiwara Izaya didn't care so much and still greeted them politely. They didn't say much and returned the greetings with smiles on their faces - anyway, the two chairman directors were on the ship, so if anything happened, it wouldn't be their turn. Carry.
Returning to the door of the guest room, Fujiwara Izaya passed the side profile to Kasahara Fuka-Eri: "Don't forget, sister."
"What?" Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked confused.
"When the husband leaves for work every morning, his wife must give him a good morning kiss. Otherwise, the husband will be confused and easily seduced by evil-minded female colleagues..."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri twisted her waist and kicked out a neat kick skillfully.
"Hey, I can't kick you!" Fujiwara Izaya dodged it easily and winked at her with a smile, "I've been kicked so many times by you, will I not make any progress at all? Fuka-Eri, you look down on you too much. Husband!"
"You are really too childish today." Fuka-Eri Kasahara wanted to laugh in her heart, but she still wanted to remain cold on the outside.
"I can't help it. Who made you feel so accomplished... I'm not deliberately exaggerating. My mood now is definitely the same as when Mitchell first stepped on the moon's surface. This is a major milestone in human history. Bu...this is great love!"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri was so disgusted that she hid in her room.
After entering the door, she put the flowers on the table and opened the window.
The sea breeze blew on her face, like a pair of invisible gentle hands, and she subconsciously touched her lips.
There is still the sweet touch of being sucked.
"well……"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri rubbed her eyebrows, looked at the blue sky, and was thinking about other things.
"Dongdong~"
There was a knock at the door.
"who?"
"Your mother!"
Mrs. Kasahara answered with an innocent voice like a child.
Mrs. Kasahara walked in, holding her hands behind her back like an old man, and walked in circles around her eldest daughter, instead of letting out a series of meaningful sighs.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri wants to live on another planet.
"How do you feel?" Mrs. Kasahara came over and asked.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's face turned red instantly: "Mother——"
"What's so embarrassing about this?" Mrs. Kasahara rubbed her cheek and asked with a smile: "How far along are you?"
"Uh, it's just...kissing, kissing..." Kasahara Fuka-Eri's aura was weaker than ever.
Mrs. Kasahara looked at her with interest.
The eldest daughter, who was usually stern and unsmiling, now showed a gentle and shy expression in her eyes. Others could intuitively see the delicate features of a beautiful and charming woman from her eyes more and more clearly.
"Does the kiss feel good?" Mom asked.
The daughter lowered her head: "It felt like an electric shock, my body felt numb..."
Mrs. Kasahara slowly approached her, with a playful smile in her clear eyes: "Next time, how about wearing mom's clothes from head to toe to find him? Let mom feel a little involved!"
"Eh?"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's eyes widened.
Is this what carbon-based organisms can say?
"Don't be so stingy." Mrs. Kasahara hugged her daughter's shoulders carelessly, sounding like a good friend, "Xiangxiang wore her mother's clothes to play with him before. Don't you want to be like your sister?"
"..."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri was completely confused.
At this moment, she had to sigh: Asuka is so amazing, she deserves to be her own.
"Okay, it's just a joke, don't take it seriously." Mrs. Kasahara smiled like a fox, stretched out her hand to put her daughter into her arms: "Mom is happy for you, congratulations on Fuka-Eri finding someone you like."
"Well……"
Something deeply buried her daughter's face for an instant.
Knew it.
A mother is always a mother and is always older than her daughter.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri also hugged her mother's waist and whispered: "My favorite is you, mother. It has always been like this..."
"You haven't said thank you to me yet."
"Thank you, mother."
"No, you need to add something specific to thank you for. Come on, repeat it after me: Thank you, mother, for letting me marry Fujiwara-kun!"
"..."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's face turned red again.
Mrs. Kasahara lowered her head slightly and rubbed her forehead intimately: "Have you tasted the benefits now? You were not happy at the beginning. If you can take the initiative like Xiangxiang, I can have a grandson next year."
Speaking of her sister, Kasahara Fuka-Eri's heart sank.
"How is Xiangxiang?" she asked worriedly.
"It's time to go to bed. I guess I'll have to sleep for a day." Mrs. Kasahara rubbed her hair and comforted: "You don't have to go to her, and don't think about giving in for her. She has reached the age where she has to stand alone. If this setback will
If she is defeated, you should quickly have a child and take over the Tokyo Grand Shrine."
"No!" Kasahara Fuka-Eri shook her head, "I will not give up Xiangxiang."
"Then you can only ask your husband to work hard and marry both sisters." Mrs. Kasahara stretched, stood up and walked out the door, "I'm going to see Mr. Fujiwara to discuss something. Do you want to come?
"
"What are we discussing?"
"Of course it's about leaving a descendant to take over the Tokyo Grand Shrine."
"I won't do such a shameful thing..."
"Then mother will help you make a younger brother or younger sister."
"Clam?"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri was stunned.
There was a full-length mirror behind the door panel. Mrs. Kasahara stopped and looked carefully at the person in the mirror.
The chest is full and the waist is slender.
Beautiful buttocks are plump, beautiful legs are slender without losing voluptuousness.
She was wearing a luxurious red hip-hugging skirt, her long hair was tied up high on the back of her head, she had small earrings on her ears, high-heeled black boots, and her knees were wrapped in black stockings.
She is extremely beautiful, noble and charming.
(Must add!)
(In Fujiwara Izaya’s eyes, Kasahara Himeko’s beauty is not just her face. Her figure, which was carefully crafted by the Creator’s own hands, is also the sexiest and most charming of all the women he knows.)
Mrs. Kasahara put her hands leisurely in her pockets and turned around gracefully.
Her back was reflected in the mirror. Whether it was the round buttocks wrapped in the hip-hugging skirt or the plump thighs exposed from under the skirt, she still retained the vitality of youth. She lifted the hem of the skirt slightly and looked at herself carefully.
The absolute area of exposure on the thighs. These legs that are firm and fleshy to the touch and full of beauty from the outside, have snow-white and delicate skin, emitting a sheen that is almost as reflective as the snow.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri rubbed her brows with a headache.
With such a young and beautiful mother, the newly married daughter is under a lot of pressure.
"Hey, Fuka-Eri!" Mrs. Kasahara looked at her daughter proudly, "With this body, I can have three or five more children!"
"..."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri continues to be confused.
"Don't worry, leave it to me!" Mrs. Kasahara pinched her white, tender, delicious-looking little fist, "I am a mother, so naturally I have to help my daughters share their worries. Since you don't want to give birth..."
"I think!" Kasahara Fuka-Eri hurriedly said.
Mrs. Kasahara winked playfully: "Mom didn't force you."
"Yes, I volunteered." Kasahara Fuka-Eri couldn't help crying and stood up, holding her mother's wrist, "Don't go anywhere now, okay? Just stay in this room, or I'll jump into the sea to show you.
.”
"That's easy to say." Mrs. Kasahara immediately picked her up and said, "Anyway, if you have time, why don't mommy teach you some postures."
"What?"
"Shh, don't be shy."
"Mother, don't-"
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Kasahara Fuka-Eri is not feeling well here, and Fujiwara Izam in the next room is also not feeling well.
He lay flat on the bed.
The left and right sides of the head were clamped by Mrs. Mei Kee's left and right thighs respectively.
"Where's my breakfast?"
"Well, this... you may not believe it."
"Firstly."
"I came down with breakfast and saw a mermaid on the sea..."
"And you fed my breakfast to the mermaid?"
"Haha, mermaids, how rare... I just fell in love with it on a whim."
Kawashima Miji narrowed her eyes slightly.
A dangerous aura of spider hunting emanated from her eyes.
"Meiji, be gentle." Yukino Riho's gloating voice came from the bathroom.
Fujiwara Izaya blinked innocently.
Kawashima Meiji snorted coldly.
Her already big eyes were as wide and round as if they were inlaid with a pair of small brass bells.
"Be gentle," Fujiwara Izaya warned, then covered his head.
"Kill you bastard!"
Kawashima Miji hit him unceremoniously with her bow left and right.
She was really a little angry.
It's not because I'm jealous, but because I'm angry with him for being reckless.
That voice just now most likely exposed his identity.
She had been busy for more than a month, and the future of Asakusa Shrine had just been paved, but now it was suddenly disrupted.
After receiving a lesson, Fujiwara Izaya reached out and gently kneaded her round earlobe from between her messy hair. The earlobe exuded the same pink luster as her delicate lips.
"Don't do this!" Kawashima Meiji's back naturally straightened, and her lips were slightly opened to breathe.
The legs are still very strong.
Fujiwara Izaya's face was pinched flat.
She was wearing a mini skirt with a small opening. When her legs were spread apart, the skirt was naturally very tight, and the lines inside the casual pantyhose were faintly visible.
Fujiwara Izaya's other hand hugged her waist.
Kawashima Miji cursed, straightened her legs, and then bent over.
The comfortable feeling coming from her earlobes gradually turned her face red, and her skin color was like a layer of rouge applied on white porcelain.
"Mrs. Mei Kee is so beautiful."
"You just finished making out with Fuka-Eri and you came to coax me? Do you think I don't know? Your body smells like Fuka-Eri!"
"That's your nose's fault!" Fujiwara Izaya put his nose towards her neck and sniffed fiercely: "Besides, the smell on her body is not as strong as Mrs. Meiji's rose body fragrance."
"You call me so corny and disgusting, shut up..."
He kept cursing, but Kawashima Miji's hands went around his waist and hugged him intimately.
"Go through the formalities later and I will transfer the Asakusa Shrine to your name."
"What?"
"Make a preparation plan in case I have to leave Yin Yang Lao."
"I don't want it!" Kawashima Miki bit his shoulder and shouted angrily: "You can't do anything that Mrs. Miki doesn't allow!" After saying that, her hands suddenly increased their strength and tightened Fujiwara's hand.
Izaya hugged him, "Asakusa Shrine belongs to both of us. You are the priest and I am the shrine maiden. If you don't want it, I won't want it either..."
"Hey, hey, hey, don't be so unsteady! Where's your dream of becoming a miko?"
"No! I will follow you wherever you go. Don't even think about leaving me alone to guard the family business for you, and then you can wander around on your own."
"I'm not that scumbag!" Fujiwara Izaya combed his fingers through her black hair.
"Haha, who still believes what you say?" Kawashima Miji raised his head slightly and said with a charming smile on his face: "Fujiwara Izaya, you have openly and honestly allowed your harem to be completely concentrated on one boat, and you still have
That you’re not that scumbag?”
"They are two different things," Fujiwara Izaya explained feebly, "Besides, I wasn't the one who brought them all together. You have to blame my aunt for this."
"Since you can encounter such a beautiful blessing without any intention, then I have to look at you." Kawashima Miki said as if she had some realization.
"Is this called Yanfu?"
"Isn't this called Yanfu?"
"...If you think about it carefully, it's true." No matter how bad Fujiwara Izaya was, he couldn't say anything ideal at this time.
Kawashima Meiji stared at him with a calm and charming expression: "Anyway, I just want to stay by your side, don't even think about leaving me behind!"
Fujiwara Izaya smelled her body fragrance: "I can't live without Mrs. Meiji."
"That's right." Kawashima Meiji smiled sweetly.
Then she suddenly thought of some bad idea, curled up suddenly, and tightly grasped Fujiwara Izaya's collar with both hands like a child, and conspired with him in a low voice: "Can you transfer the shrine to Riho's name?
"
"Riho can't handle it." Fujiwara Izaya refused.
"It's no problem," Kawashima Miki coquettishly shook his collar, "If Riho can't handle it, you can ask Fuka-Eri to help her. Fuka-Eri has grown up in the Grand Shrine in Tokyo since she was a child.
If you know everything about Yin Yang Lao and can speak well at the government level, you will definitely do better than me."
Fujiwara Izaya held back his laughter: "Then why not just give it to Fuka-Eri?"
"Hmm... Fuka-Eri, uh, her personality is too cold." Kawashima Miki racked her brains to think of the reason, "Riho is more demure and more suitable for waiting in front to receive guests. Fuk-Eri is here
Making plans behind the scenes..."
Fujiwara Izaya hugged her, stood up, bit her earlobe and said: "If you give it directly to Fuka Eri, Riho can follow me, right? Only by giving it to Riho and dragging Fuka Eri away, can you
Enjoy me alone, right?”
The little idea was revealed.
Kawashima Miji snorted and touched the hair beside her ear with her hand to cover up her guilt: "Who cares to enjoy you alone, and doesn't care how annoying I am? A beautiful woman like me is willing to accompany you
, if you are not moved to tears, forget it, you are still being picky here, believe it or not, I will sew your mouth shut and make you a mute husband..."
The sharp-tongued Mrs. Mei Kee is so cute.
Fujiwara Izaya hopes that she will always be cute.
Otherwise, the fun of teasing her will be much less in the future.
The bathroom door opens quietly.
Yukino Riho, who put on a brand new dress and stepped on gradient high heels, walked gently over.
The dress designed by Fujiwara Izaya himself is not gorgeous, and can even be described as simple.
The bust was not lowered, but the neckline was slightly exposed. The back was not exposed too much, only her shoulder blades were exposed. The long skirt was the same as the shoes, using a blue and white gradient color. The upper body was as white as snowflakes, and the color flowed down.
Starting from the waist and hips, a little bit of blue slowly blended in, until the skirt that reached the ankles turned into a deep blue like the sea.
Shoes are like that too.
Starting from the pure white on the toe of the shoe, slowly moving to the dark blue on the heel.
Even the matching garter stockings under the skirt gradually become darker from the stockings down, turning into dark blue at the ankles.
If you look at it with a critical eye, the clothes can only be said to be average, but when worn on Risui, her temperament is completely brought out. The white part is fresh, elegant, pure and flawless, which is the temperament of Yuki Onna from the beginning. Down
The gradually changing blue gradually gave me the sense of maturity of a first-time wife. When I reached the final dark blue, I transformed into the current Yukino Riho - a sweet and loyal core like the vast ocean!
"Does it look good?" Yukino Riho turned around gracefully.
Fujiwara Izaya immediately let go of Kawashima Miki, smiled and opened his hands towards her: "My Yukina wife is always beautiful."
"It's so perfunctory." Riho Yukino wrinkled her little nose cutely.
Kawashima Meiji said sourly: "It doesn't look good..."
"I'll make a tailor-made set for you later," Fujiwara Izaya told her.
"Riho is great!" Kawashima Miji beamed, "Come here and let me take a good look at it."
"You two are really born enemies." Yukino Riho complained, and then she took off her shoes obediently and squeezed in between them, "This is the first time in my life that I have worn such beautiful clothes... to attend a dance like this.
, will a lot of people come to chat with me?"
"For sure, if I were a man, I would probably be killed by you in one strike." Kawashima Miji's fingers caressed her snow-white cheeks.
Fujiwara Izaya also took the opportunity to reach out and move around her neck, finding the right opportunity to slip under the collar.
"Don't move!" Yukino Riho smiled and grabbed his hand, then moved her body to lean into his arms, "Where is Meiji's dress?"
Kawashima Meiji smiled and lay on her lap: "I'm wearing purple."
"Purple suits you very well. It's mysterious, noble, and sexy. And what will Fuka-Eri wear? I'm really looking forward to it. She usually smiles, so it will be funny to wear a sexy dress..."
"Let's tease her together." Kawashima Meiji suggested.
Yukino Riho's eyes lit up: "You start, I'll see if there's an opportunity to join."
"Be careful of her getting angry," Fujiwara Izaya warned.
Kawashima Miji rolled her eyes at him: "Whenever I'm angry, it's only for you. It's nothing to do with us."
Fujiwara Izaya threatened her with his eyes.
'Be careful if I tell you about your plot against Riho and Fuka-Eri just now.'
'you dare!'
Kawashima Meiji looked at him very forcefully.
"Don't worry, we are all a family..." Yukino Riho turned her head and changed into a more comfortable sleeping position. She hugged Fujiwara Izaya's hand to her chest and smiled softly.
, "Whether it's me, Meiji, or Fuka-Eri, we all like you very much."
"You should learn more from Riho!" Fujiwara Izaya and Kawashima Miki said.
Kawashima Meiji suddenly smiled ambiguously: "Can you bear two snow girls?"
"What can't be done..." Fujiwara Izaya said bravely, "Don't say two, even ten or eight, it's just a morning jog for Lord Yamagami!"
"Well, Riho, you heard it, he said it himself!" Kawashima Miji smiled like a flower, "He is not satisfied even if we have him, he will not give up until he has ten or eight."
Yukino Riho looked at Fujiwara Izaya tenderly: "It seems that I can't leave you any energy."
"?"
A question mark lit up on Fujiwara Izaya's forehead.
Creatures like female monsters are simply as unreasonable as women!
An icy wind blew in the guest room, and Yukino Riho's hair turned white at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The black pearl-like eyes also turned into blue eyes like ice crystals, and the eyelashes were vaguely covered with frost. Through these strands of ice crystals, Yukino Riho's pale and fragile hands skillfully began to peel off Fujiwara Izaya's clothes.
.
"Woo~"
"Wait a minute, I was just talking big words..."
"Begging for mercy now? It's too late..." Kawashima Miji smiled happily, and her slender legs hooked his waist, making it impossible for him to get away.
Fujiwara Izaya glared at her fiercely: "I have to deal with you later!"
The next second, Yukino Riho sat down.
Fujiwara Izaya's scalp went numb.
Then, he heard the undulating murmur of the snow girl.
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The sky is getting dark.
A strong gust of wind rushed in from the window.
"What a strong wind!"
"Look, the sky doesn't look right."
In the sky outside the window, dark clouds were forced to gather like cotton wool, covering everything in sight in an instant. The sea was swallowed up by the gloomy cloud shadow, just like the cruise ship seemed so small under the dim sky at dusk.
"What should I do?" Kawashima Meiji asked worriedly.
Her hair was messy and she was panting.
"Nothing can save you now!" Fujiwara Izaya straightened his back in a particularly manly manner.
Next to her, Riho Yukino was combing her hair that was wet with snow, and her icy blue eyes reflected the trembling look of Miji Kawashima.