The casserole begins to boil and steam comes out of the lid.
The aroma of food began to fill the air, and the sound of cats meowing came from deep in the courtyard.
Kitahara Takaki looked toward the meowing cat and found three more kittens looking up from the grass. After watching for a while, he said with emotion: "Master is indeed a master."
"Why do you feel like this?" Fujiwara Izaya opened the lid of the pot and put the cooked fungi and baby cabbage on the plate.
"Like this, looking at the master's courtyard, it is obvious that everything is desolate," Kitahara Takaki said as he looked into the distance. "At first, I thought it was an abandoned shrine. But after seeing the master, I suddenly felt that it was different.
The sense of tranquility is so reassuring. It’s incredible!”
"Haha, it's just because I don't need the protection of the mountain god." Fujiwara Izaya divided the dishes and handed them to him, "Please have a meal, Mr. Kitahara."
The two sat on the floor and began to enjoy breakfast.
The casserole was also filled with meat and various fungi, and there was sauce on the side. From time to time, the two of them dipped the mushrooms in the sauce and enjoyed it.
"By the way, what did the master just say?" Kitahara Takaki asked while drinking, "The protection of the mountain god?"
"Oh, this shrine is dedicated to the Nagano Mountain God," Fujiwara Izaya held a wine glass between his fingers and said slowly: "By helping the god build the shrine, you can get the god's protection. But I like a quiet environment, and my strength is pretty good.
, I don’t need the mountain god to protect me.”
No need for God's protection... Kitahara Takaki was completely shocked.
He stared blankly at Fujiwara Izaya. There was no hint of arrogance or arrogance on his face that fully demonstrated the charm of a handsome boy.
That is a calm and calm attitude that comes from having absolute confidence in one's own strength.
Ignoring the dull Mr. Kitahara, Fujiwara Izaya picked up a piece of beef, dipped it in some sauce and handed it to Yuki-onna: "Yuki-hime, do you want to eat it?"
The snow girl opened her little mouth slightly and blew on the steaming beef.
Then... the cooked beef turned into frozen beef slices. She opened her mouth and started chewing, and the sound of chewing ice cubes kept coming from her mouth.
Frozen beef doesn't taste very good.
The snow girl spit out all the beef and wrinkled her face.
There was a resentful expression on that crystal-clear and beautiful face, as if she was complaining about why the owner wanted to feed Xuebao such unpalatable food.
"Who made your mouth so cold?" Fujiwara Izaya rubbed her head and coaxed, "I will only give you ice food from now on."
"Uh, Master..." Kitahara Takaki looked at the master and servant and asked hesitantly, "I have a request, I don't know if it is possible..."
"Please tell me." Fujiwara Izaya said, picking up a piece of mushroom with chopsticks and putting it into his mouth.
The cooked mushrooms absorb enough of the soup, and when you take a bite, the rich aroma instantly spreads throughout your mouth.
"Excuse me," Kitahara Takaki asked cautiously, "can I help the mountain god build a shrine?"
"Oh?" Fujiwara Izaya looked at him with a half-smile.
"It made the master laugh." Kitahara Takaki looked a little uneasy, "It's mainly because after experiencing these things, I feel a little uneasy. If I can get the protection of the mountain god..."
"Understood." Fujiwara Izaya nodded with a smile, picked up the wine glass: "Drink."
The two of them ate food and drank wine.
This matter has not been discussed for the time being.
When he was slightly drunk, Fujiwara Izaya poured wine for Kitahara Takaki and then murmured in a low voice: "Make a design with your heart and show it to me. After the shrine is built, the mountain god will protect you."
He didn't lie.
After all...the mountain god is himself.
"clear!"
Kitahara Takaki drank down the wine in his glass excitedly.
Putting down the cup, he couldn't wait to get up and say goodbye. He picked up his leather shoes and ran back to the company to design drawings.
"Yukihime," Fujiwara Izaya held the wine glass between his fingers and narrowed his eyes happily, "We are going to have a new house to live in."
The snow girl didn't listen to him.
She was staring curiously at the sake in the glass.
As she watched, she couldn't help but bend down and lick the wine in the glass with her soft little tongue.
Hmm...
So bitter.
Olaf didn't like it.
"Haha~" Fujiwara Izaya hit her on the head and drank the wine in the glass.
The breeze comes slowly.
The platycodon flowers in the grass sway slightly.
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Yoshihara, the empress bubble bath.
There are a total of nine floors in the building, and the uppermost floor is the exclusive area of Kawashima Meiji.
In this territory that belongs to the empress, there are many functional areas such as office areas, leisure areas, fitness areas, and rest areas. At this time, the empress is in the fitness area while listening to Janacek's "Sinfonietta"
, while doing aerobics on the carpet.
Along with the rhythm of the music, all the muscles that are rarely used in daily life are awakened, and they are exercised thoroughly according to the program. Until these muscles scream silently, sweat leaves the smooth skin and drips on the floor.
This is one of the many habits Kawashima Miji has developed after being in Tokyo for so long.
While listening to music and stretching her body to the limit, her mind will be wonderfully calm. At this moment, she can be the torturer or the tortured; she can be the coercer or the torturer.
The forced.
After about twenty-five minutes, the record player's turntable stopped and the tone arm automatically returned to its original position.
"Huh~"
Kawashima Miji let out a long gasp and was covered in sweat.
After fully exercising all the muscles in her body, she now felt as tired as a wrung-out rag, and she didn't want to move a finger.
At this time, the mobile phone rang.
After the call was connected, Fujiwara Izaya's voice came from the receiver.
"Madam, I have time today," he said. "If it's convenient, I'll go over to your place and take a look."
"Okay." Kawashima Miji replied.
The moment she hung up the phone, a strange thought came to her mind.
If, just if...if the little pervert saw him dripping with sweat and almost exhausted, would he be unable to control his desire and violently commit violence on himself at all costs?
Kawashima Miji is very confident in herself.
As long as she is tempted a little more, there is at least an 80% chance.
Get up from the floor, take off your clothes, go to the bathroom and take a comfortable hot shower to wash away the sweat all over your body.
After washing, she wiped her body with a bath towel and looked at her whole body in the mirror embedded in the door.
Slender abdomen, well-toned muscles, and beautifully shaped, eye-catching breasts.
Every part of her body is perfect, but the parts of her body that make Kawashima Miji most proud are her long and straight legs and her vibrant peach butt.
No man can resist such temptation.
After looking at her body for a while, Kawashima Miji confidently raised her head and checked her face.
The plump and sexy lips are pursed into a straight line, revealing a character that will not be easily tamed no matter what. The straight bridge of the nose and slender eyebrows each add to this tendency.
It's a pity that her round and oval face is slightly softer, and her whole person looks intellectual and shy. She is a gentle woman like Yamato Nadeshiko.
A bit contradictory.
Same as her character.
Natural and elegant when still.
But when it changes, it may be mixed with various opposite emotions such as good mood or bad mood, decadence or full of fighting spirit, laziness or full of desire. This elusive character is exactly what Kawashima Miji believes in herself.