CHAPTER 494: 173. IMPERFECT POSSESSION IS NOT ALLOWED IN MY DICTIONARY.

The steamy mist from the onsen water drifted into the room, making the vision blurry and unclear.

Mrs. Kasahara stared intently at the bath with a fiery gaze.

"It’s really dark outside," Fujiwara Reya said, looking out the window.

The sky was bright, with a bright moon hanging high, marking a late August early autumn night.

Kasahara Fumi hugged her arms, turning her back to Fujiwara Reya.

"The autumn night is really annoying," Mrs. Kasahara said in a slightly sharp voice.

"I’d better scrub your back," Fujiwara Reya looked helplessly at Kasahara Fumi’s smooth back muscles, "If this continues, your mother might just come down and teach me herself. For the record, I wouldn’t mind her getting into the water too, but you might not like it..."

"...Mm."

Kasahara Fumi responded almost inaudibly.

"Well, here I come!" Fujiwara Reya took a deep breath and slowly extended his hand.

His fingers rested on her rounded shoulders, feeling like touching a piece of warm water tofu, so soft it almost seemed boneless. It was his first time seeing Fumi’s body, and the excitement was almost uncontrollable. That perfect body was both elegant and voluptuous, with all the skin wrapped in a curve that could be described as "robust."

"That’s more like it," Mrs. Kasahara smiled with satisfaction.

Watching her son-in-law bathing her daughter, she lazily lay on the carpet by the bath, eating some plum pudding sent over by a maid earlier.

Fujiwara Reya glanced over at her.

She had a child-like manner of eating, taking small bites with her head lowered, reminiscent of how a young bird would eat. The soft lips biting into the bouncy pudding made a popping sound, which made Fujiwara Reya involuntarily think how nice it would be if she were eating him!

Mrs. Kasahara glared at him: "Concentrate!"

She knew her playful allure was much more enticing to Fujiwara Reya than her daughter’s appeal, so after she spoke, she casually scooped a spoonful of pudding into the bath.

Her graceful and beautiful wrist extended from her luxurious sleeve.

The unaged skin seemed barely touched by time, reflecting candlelight exquisitely, a beauty that was almost dazzling, as if emerging from within a cocoon.

Fujiwara Reya once again fully appreciated the beauty of this woman named Kasahara Hikari’s physique—even though she was fully clothed.

He took a bite of the pudding.

"Mmm, delicious..."

He playfully held onto the hand that fed him, thanking her for the treat, then lowered his head to kiss her hand’s back.

"Such a naughty child," Mrs. Kasahara’s face lit up with a smile.

In the steaming mist, the smile seemed like a stream of light floating on her cheeks, giving her the vibrant charm of a seventeen-year-old girl.

"Ahem."

Kasahara Fumi gave a light cough.

Fujiwara Reya quickly refocused, massaging her shoulders.

The two of them were fairly close, with only a bit of onsen water between them.

His keen sense of smell picked up the luxurious fragrance in the bath and the vibrant scent of the female officer, making him feel intoxicated.

"Was Fumi just being jealous of her mother?" Mrs. Kasahara asked slyly.

"No, I wouldn’t be jealous like that," Kasahara Fumi replied wearily.

Fujiwara Reya leaned forward, whispering behind her ear, "I think you were jealous."

"Shut up!"

Kasahara Fumi shrank her neck as if ticklish, then slapped her hand back at him.

The way her arm transitioned from bent to fully extended made her muscles ripple subtly, with the flowing mist moving over her fair and smooth skin.

Fujiwara Reya reacted quickly, immediately catching her slender fingertips.

The arm struggled slightly, with the gleaming mist flowing over her skin and into his eyes. He squinted slightly, finding it amusing, and decided not to let her withdraw her hand, so he suddenly grabbed and twisted her arm behind her back.

"Ooh!"

Kasahara Fumi furrowed her brows.

Even momentarily subdued, her rounded shoulder emitted an innocent glow.

"Your hands are beautiful," Fujiwara Reya said gently.

"Is that so?" Kasahara Fumi’s eyes sparkled.

"Let me get closer and see."

Feeling the breath behind her getting closer and closer, Kasahara Fumi’s hand, twisted behind her back, gently clenched. Her nails were perfectly manicured, with a light pink nail polish forming clusters of cherry blossoms.

"Incredible," Fujiwara Reya lightly touched her fingertips with his other hand, "Such beautiful form is simply incredible. Is it that Fumi is so perfect that even the tips of her fingers must surpass others to be satisfied?"

"..."

Kasahara Fumi clenched her fist a bit tighter.

She recalled a phrase Fujiwara Reya told her when they were in Minami-Izu: that a teenager should have the will to make every finger perfectly flawless; so naturally, Kasahara Fumi’s fingertips must also surpass everyone else’s beauty with such determination.

Fujiwara Reya’s fingertips played slowly with her own behind her back, caressing her nails.

His mind kept conjuring up words of praise; commonplace descriptors like inner twill shining shells, and enchanting floating petals came to his mind, but at this moment he didn’t quite link such colors and shapes to any actual shell or petal.

Fumi’s nails were simply Fumi’s nails, more beautiful than shells in form, finer in texture than petals.

This was supreme, transparent, and pure beauty.