Fujiwara Reya lingered on the third floor for a long time.

As he was about to go up to the fourth floor, someone tugged at his sleeve.

Turning around, he saw Mrs. Kasahara, who had changed into a luxurious purple kimono, looking at him with a smile: "You were watching without blinking just now, huh."

Compared to the prestigious Chairman Kasahara, those Brazilian girls on stage were merely coquettish women... Fujiwara Reya extended his hand to her and asked with a smile, "This beautiful and charming lady, there is a Brazilian restaurant over there, may I invite you to dinner with me?"

"I'll give you a chance, but I want to eat Japanese." Mrs. Kasahara gracefully placed her hand in his palm.

"No problem!"

Fujiwara Reya led her back down to the second floor.

Everyone they encountered along the way was dressed as sophisticated elites, including some members of the Kanto Branch of Onmyo-ryo who looked at him with peculiar glances for holding Chairman Kasahara's small hand.

Chairman Kasahara walked with a light step.

Her brows and eyes were filled with a smile, seemingly not at all bothered by what others thought of her.

Fujiwara Reya thought, this absolute confidence in strength and power was what molded her current way of doing things.

Not bad.

Very much in his style, which is why he liked it.

The second layer of the cruise ship was set up in the style of an alleyway in the Capital City.

The interlaced wooden and cement buildings carried a strong Meiji Era flavor, with a stone-paved path underfoot, lined with small shops lit by lanterns on both sides. Just looking at them made one feel the food inside must be delicious. Peeking past the noren curtains, the store was shrouded in dim light, with only half of the entrance lit by hazy golden lamps, while the other half was pitch black.

At the intersection of light and darkness, an indescribably delicious atmosphere lingered.

"This ship has been remodeled." Mrs. Kasahara's gaze swept over the garden gates one after another, "Just like the courtyard of your Yamashina, using a spell to extend the space's depth so that its actual size is much larger than it appears outside."

"She's my aunt after all..." Fujiwara Reya shook his head helplessly.

"She's clearly your aunt, yet you can't handle her, too inept!" Mrs. Kasahara raised her hand, poking his nose with her right hand, "Well... if she doesn't pamper you, let this mother pamper you well."

The dark purple kimono with gold thread, its sleeve slightly slipping.

A delicate, doll-like arm extended from within, with a fingertip intimately poking at his nose... Fujiwara Reya was almost breathless.

Mrs. Kasahara slightly raised her lips, revealing a noble and lofty smile: "Silly child! Don't anger mother or else mother would make you kneel and hold her feet to beg for mercy."

Stunningly magnificent, teasingly coquettish.

At once nobly aloof and endearingly approachable, charming yet innocently naive.

Suddenly, Fujiwara Reya remembered a word.

Futile.

To resist Chairman Kasahara's allure, it was certainly futile.

"Walk faster, I'm hungry." Mrs. Kasahara tilted her head cutely.

"What do you want to eat?" Fujiwara Reya gazed into her bright eyes.

Mrs. Kasahara casually pointed to a sukiyaki place ahead: "There might be surprises in there."

"I will accompany you to discover all the surprises in the world!" Fujiwara Reya, with a face full of triumph, pulled her hand as they walked into the store.

The Meiji-style shop had stairs as narrow as a tunnel and steep. Niches lined both sides, and the dim light suggested that as one walked, some tanuki or tengu might suddenly drop down from the ceiling.

The further inside they went, the dimmer the light grew.

But the rich aroma in the air was intense, with the scent of beef filling the nostrils, making even the stairs glinting with dark luster seem delicious.

Mrs. Kasahara carried a small cloth bag in one hand, held by Fujiwara Reya with the other, stepping with clear footsteps up the stairs. Upon seeing the waiter, she nodded slightly as a signal.

Fujiwara Reya felt something was off.

"Let's go, my little lord." Mrs. Kasahara tilted her head to look at him, showing a fox-like smile.

With that, she enveloped Fujiwara Reya in her arms, ushering him into a private room the size of ten tatami mats. Before the long low table, Mrs. Hoshimi turned her gaze to Fujiwara Reya's vanished arm, her expression turning cold.

"What a coincidence." Mrs. Kasahara greeted with a smile.

Mrs. Hoshimi ignored her and instead gazed at Fujiwara Reya: "Come sit by my side."

"?"

Fujiwara Reya's eye twitched.

Could this be... textbook level chaos?

No, no, a chaotic scene usually involves two harem members meeting.

What he's facing now is the meeting of two harem mothers, an upgraded version — mother-in-law chaos!

Mrs. Kasahara sat down across from Mrs. Hoshimi with a grin.

Mrs. Hoshimi rested her elbow on the table, her palm supporting her chin, and her gaze fixed intently on Fujiwara Reya. That gentle expression clearly signaled "if you dare sit by Himeko's side, you're dead."

Fujiwara Reya toughened his resolve and sat in the main seat.

Usually, if it's a family banquet, the head of the family sits here; in a guest banquet, the host sits here. Fujiwara Reya definitely couldn't be the host, so he could only sit between the two ladies as the head of the family.

Under the table, Mrs. Kasahara mischievously nudged him with her foot.

This position was left purposely for Fujiwara Reya by her, and she expected he already understood her intentions.

Mrs. Hoshimi fanned herself and also tacitly agreed to him sitting there.

However, she did not look at Fujiwara Reya but at Mrs. Kasahara, with a subtle competitive look in her eyes.

"Knock knock."

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