CHAPTER 478: 168. FUKAERI IS INESCAPABLE_3

Right behind him, the Mountain God’s Wife had already walked over, with a murderous look in her eyes...

"Drink up!" Kitagawa Ryoko urged again.

It’d be best if the scumbag died.

Fujiwara Reya had no choice but to take the drink and swallow it down.

Then, among the envious eyes of the guests, he reached out and gently placed his hand on the young girl’s head.

Amidst the dazzling lights, another layer of protection was sent out.

"You have a good relationship." Kawashima Miki approached.

Fujiwara Reya immediately withdrew his hand.

"Thank you, sir." As soon as the words were out, Kitagawa Ryoko ran off out of sight.

Not fair... Fujiwara Reya cursed inwardly and quickly explained to Mrs. Miki: "I stopped to watch the performance for Yukino’s sake!"

Kawashima Miki responded with a faint "hmm."

"I’m not interested in a little girl like that." Fujiwara Reya chuckled as he held her hand.

Kawashima Miki glanced at him sideways and said lightly: "Junior and senior."

"..." Fujiwara Reya was at a loss for words.

Watching the flustered Mountain God, the two maids holding Kawashima Miki’s skirt lowered their heads, their shoulders shaking with laughter.

"The bond between junior and senior is built over time, it’s incomparable to now." Fujiwara Reya scratched his head in frustration and slightly shook Kawashima Miki’s small hand: "I promise if any new woman appears, you’ll be the first to know."

"You’re still thinking about new women!" Kawashima Miki became angry at once, crossing her arms in front of her chest, glaring sharply at her young husband: "Either kick me out now, or don’t even think about it!"

"..."

Oops!

How did I let my true thoughts slip out?

Fujiwara Reya inwardly lamented.

Mrs. Miki is about to explode; it seems that if I don’t appease her, there’s no chance of getting into her bed tonight.

"You two, leave us." He instructed the two maids.

Kawashima Miki raised her eyebrows and glared: "Don’t go!"

Without any hesitation, the two maids put down the skirt and left.

The Mountain God is afraid of his wife; that’s the dynamic between them. But if anyone thinks that the wife rules the household and ignores the Mountain God’s words, they’d be gravely mistaken.

"Let’s go over there." Fujiwara Reya held Mrs. Miki’s hand and led her to a less crowded area.

Kawashima Miki struggled slightly.

Unable to pull her hand back, and with too many people around causing her inconvenience to throw a fit, she could only let him lead her. Her body complied, but Mrs. Miki’s spirit remained stubborn— absolutely won’t forgive you tonight; you’re nothing but a rusty empty tin can tossed in a weed-filled summer field, no matter what you say, I won’t pick you up.

The lights flickered, the voices of people were loud and chaotic.

Guests who had watched the performance mingled and chatted, slightly tipsy from the alcohol.

Outside the side door of the hall, red and white curtains stretched all the way down the hillside path, where a large cherry tree blocked the view around. Such a place is undoubtedly the perfect spot for a romantic rendezvous.

As soon as they got behind the cherry tree, Fujiwara Reya turned around.

Caught off guard, Kawashima Miki was suddenly held in an embrace.

"Let go!" Mrs. Miki’s face was full of reluctance.

Looking at her cold gaze, Fujiwara Reya quickly lowered his head and accurately captured her cool lips in a kiss.

This scene had played out countless times before.

Kawashima Miki didn’t have time to react, and he succeeded once again.

"Mm, let go... I’m ordering you to let go..." Her face flushed red as she reached out to push Fujiwara Reya’s chest, keeping her lips tightly sealed, with intermittent orders slipping out between her teeth, "Mmph... this is a banquet... mm... I told you to let go, didn’t you hear... clothes will get messed up, how to entertain the guests..."

A gentle breeze blew, and the cherry blossoms rustled.

Footsteps sounded on the nearby path, and Kawashima Miki’s complaints were instantly carried away by the wind.

On such a solemn and grand day, being found taking liberties with her would certainly be very embarrassing... In the dim and tranquil corner, with night cherry blossoms leisurely in bloom, Mrs. Miki found herself unable to break free from the kiss.

Kawashima Miki felt somewhat aggrieved.

Now, she tightly closed her lips, obstinately refusing Fujiwara Reya’s kiss.

Fujiwara Reya took a deep breath, then bent over and carried her horizontally, jumping onto the tree trunk.

"We’ll be seen!" Kawashima Miki blushed as she scolded, but with her body suddenly in mid-air, to maintain balance, she had to hook her arms around Fujiwara Reya’s neck, "... I’ll say it one last time, put me down! Or I really won’t let you in tonight."

Used to her stubbornness, Fujiwara Reya found it delightful to tease her.

Leaning against the tree trunk, he hugged her waist: "Don’t be shy, my dear Mrs. Miki."

Kawashima Miki glared at him, breathing heavily.

After a while, she realized the position was off, and it seemed she couldn’t break free. She could only cover her flushed face with one hand, "... No way! There’s no room for negotiation!"

"This posture is just like when we first met."

Fujiwara Reya, recalling the happy memories, gently slid his hand inside her clothes.

"Take your hand out!" Kawashima Miki shouted fiercely, but her body didn’t resist his hand. After a moment, she shivered slightly while covering her face and then slowly went limp, resting against him without moving.

Feeling her soft body, Fujiwara Reya felt warm inside, whispering into her ear: "I love my Mrs. Miki so much; I’ll bully you like this for a lifetime, and you won’t escape..."

Kawashima Miki, pouting in defiance, remained silent.