CHAPTER 486: 171. UNPARALLELED GREAT GOD IN THE WORLD

The beech wood floor clearly reflected the candlelight from within the room.

Amaterasu’s perfect form also appeared on the wood grain, like a painting that exists outside of the real world. Fujiwara Reya noticed that the divine beauty’s skin showed not a single fine wrinkle, appearing as if it could perfect lighting and width at its own will.

"Sigh—"

A whiff of ethereal white smoke exhaled from those red lips.

Amaterasu’s sleepy eyelids blinked a few times, her gaze drifting haphazardly. She seemed a bit tired, lazily turning to her side, propping her elbow on the table, resting her face on her hand.

Still elegantly smoking, with the pipe’s slender wooden stem held between two fingers.

While massaging her, Fujiwara Reya suddenly had a mischievous thought as he caressed her silky skin: to reach out and yank her hair, turning the supreme goddess into a nun, he truly wanted to.

Amaterasu swung back her hand.

The pipe stem knocked on Fujiwara Reya’s head.

Yukino Ritsuko, pouring tea, looked up with a slightly worried expression.

Amaterasu elegantly crossed her legs, tapping lightly on Fujiwara Reya’s forehead with the pipe stem: "Don’t look at me with such amorous eyes."

Fujiwara Reya shrank his neck, his hands clumsily kneading her shoulders like a rogue, moving his head slightly forward to observe her front with a full smile, and said: "Did you not bring my mother down with you?"

"She eloped with your father," Amaterasu lazily puffed out smoke.

The smoke carried a rich, delightful fragrance, joyful, sweet, as if it were some hallucinogen.

Fujiwara Reya looked down at her chest carelessly, clicking his tongue in a show of professionalism and maturity: "Eloped? Could it be that you squeezed them too hard in Takamagahara so they left? Didn’t expect you to be such a heartless capitalist..."

Amaterasu smiled: "Never worked a day, so how could it be squeezing?"

Fujiwara Reya shut his mouth.

He knew the old lady quite well.

Despite her smile being as perfect as a lotus emerging from water, there was resentment in her eyes.

"What do you mean by eloped?" Yukino Ritsuko asked from the side.

Amaterasu handed the pipe back to her.

Somehow, the tobacco inside had gone out.

Yukino Ritsuko leaned forward, skillfully striking a match, shielding the wind with her hand as she lit the pipe for the lady. The firelight illuminated her crystalline back of the hand, bright like agate, reflecting directly into Fujiwara Reya’s eyes.

Fujiwara Reya lifted his head, about to avert his gaze from Amaterasu’s body.

However, an inexplicable force held down his head, preventing his gaze from leaving the Divine Maiden Peak.

Hmm...

Mrs. Riho.

You must understand.

After all, she’s the supreme goddess, I can’t be blamed for this...

In Amaterasu’s beautiful eyes, there gleamed a dark glint of sarcasm, as if arrogantly saying: "Beh, look at this pathetic look. Kneel! Kneel before me!"

"Madam?" Yukino Ritsuko asked softly.

"Hmm? I zoned out..." Amaterasu smiled, fresh rouge appearing on her cheeks.

Yukino Ritsuko lit the pipe, raising her head to ask: "What happened?"

"I sent his father to Takamagahara because I admired his father’s capabilities, but the second day there, their whole family started playing hide and seek with me," Amaterasu said, reaching out and playfully ruffling Fujiwara Reya’s bangs.

Fujiwara Reya couldn’t avoid it.

Between him and the Divine Maiden Peak, there was a lazy white arm, appearing delicate in silhouette against the backlit lamp.

"The madam can’t find the father?" Yukino Ritsuko was very surprised.

In Takamagahara, that’s the madam’s domain, she is the unique presence there... If the father can still hide, then he’s quite something...

Amaterasu slightly frowned.

Since her appearance until now, it was the first time she furrowed her brows.

Presumably, even the supreme goddess feels a bit powerless when facing this problem.

Her noble hand ruffling Fujiwara Reya’s bangs suddenly bore a touch of cruel gentleness, her fingertips pressed against his warm lips, speaking in a tone that any creature would have to kneel and press her feet against their face upon hearing: "As a son, shouldn’t you bear the Great God’s wrath on behalf of your father? Tell me, how do you think I should punish you."

Fujiwara Reya struggled to say: "Children are innocent—"

No choice, the supreme god’s aura was too strong, just releasing a slight hint of divine might was enough to make him breathless.

"Why don’t you go suffer for a while," Amaterasu lightly tapped his brow with her fingertip.

In an instant.

Fujiwara Reya’s body froze completely.

However, his soul floated out, looking helplessly at his physical self. A divine form also floated from Amaterasu’s body, seductively lifting its head, winking, pressing its thin lips forward to kiss him. Yet, just before they touched, a mirror appeared in front of Fujiwara Reya, showing a blurry lip print, soft peach pink.

Hey, hey!

Can you take this seriously!

If you’re going to torture me, at least make some effort.

Fujiwara Reya glared at the Amaterasu’s divine form in the mirror, clothes stripped inside and out.

The gaze and curl of the lips were identical to the original, the contours of the bust, the clean and slender abdomen, the long and noble legs, the exquisitely carved fragrant shoulders, the finely sculpted brows, lips as if they could contain everything, white and orderly teeth... he wanted to pounce immediately on that fresh, lively divine appearance and ravage it, to make her realize that, even as a supreme god, her essence was still just a woman.