Mrs. Kasahara continued to lazily smoke.

The mouthpiece of the water pipe was held in her mouth, making popping sounds. She seemed to enjoy the sensation of blowing and exhaling smoke. However, she didn't dare to inhale the smoke into her lungs, just held it in her mouth for a while before expelling it all.

Fujiwara Reya cradled Mrs. Hoshimi's petite foot, his gaze fixed on her.

"Hoo~"

Mrs. Kasahara blew a mouthful of smoke towards him.

Seeing his face full of disdain as he shook his head to disperse the smoke, the noble chairwoman laughed charmingly and said, "Hmm, teasing you is quite amusing. Doesn't it feel like a pure young boy being toyed with by a mature succubus?"

Fujiwara Reya ignored her, turning to look at Mrs. Hoshimi's slightly red face, "Why did you board the ship?"

"She pulled me up here." Mrs. Hoshimi pointed to her best friend.

Though her little foot was becoming overheated from being held, her demeanor remained elegant and noble, as docile as a gentle cat.

Fujiwara Reya had to divert his attention back to Mrs. Kasahara, "Don't tell me you followed just to tease me?"

"I'm not that bored." Mrs. Kasahara stretched lazily, her collar half-open, with cheeks flushed as if she were a Goddess drunk, "Kasahara and I spending a day in Tokyo is enough to deter them from acting rashly. Instead of living in constant fear, it is better to give them an opportunity to attack on their own accord."

"What if you get trapped and can't escape?" Fujiwara Reya asked.

"I had this concern too." Mrs. Hoshimi chimed in, "I said before we came that since the enemy dared to invite us, they probably don't have the ability to get rid of us entirely, but they surely have ways to delay us. We shouldn't board this ship."

Fujiwara Reya tightened his grip, reproaching, "And yet you joined her in this nonsense?"

"Ah~"

Mrs. Hoshimi gave a soft cry, her cheeks slightly puffing in anger.

Her face became even redder, her chest heaving slightly, she said nothing, only glaring wide-eyed at her audacious son-in-law, seemingly out of spite.

"I understand now, Himeko forced you." Fujiwara Reya smiled as if a gentle breeze had brushed across.

Mrs. Hoshimi snorted angrily, "Good that you know!"

He turned back to Mrs. Kasahara, "Are you confident?"

Mrs. Kasahara arched her brows, lazily stretching her soft body, and laughed, "Of course not."

Looking at her slightly coquettish smile, Mrs. Hoshimi's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, her autumn-water-like eyes looked at her best friend reproachfully, "Then why did you bring me here..."

Subconsciously, she blamed her current predicament on her friend.

"This guy is here, isn't he?" Mrs. Kasahara chuckled flirtatiously, her chest shaking.

The astute Mrs. Hoshimi quickly caught on. She looked at Fujiwara Reya, her pretty face slightly red, biting her lip without speaking. However, her subtly bright eyes urged him to clarify quickly, or she would exact revenge for the foot teasing.

Fujiwara Reya chuckled.

He straightened his back, his demeanor calm as an abyss.

"Boom—"

His supernatural aura surged instantly.

Mrs. Hoshimi remained expressionless, silent.

The air currents stirred, lifting her ink-like long hair, making the strands fly like a beautiful ink wash painting.

After a moment, the air currents settled, and the room fell into a tranquil silence. The bright candlelight reflected the moonlight, and the white feathers seemed to emit a dazzling silver light.

His eyes turned golden, yet Fujiwara Reya maintained his vibrant spirit.

However, compared to his human form, he now exuded an added sense of serenity and composure — a serenity stemming from the absolute pride of Royal Family lineage.

Mrs. Hoshimi instinctively glanced at Mrs. Kasahara.

With an air of composure, it was evident her friend had known all along. This realization meant that she had been kept in the dark by both of them for quite some time, adding to Mrs. Hoshimi's expression of resentment and grievance.

"Sorry for keeping it from you for so long." Fujiwara Reya apologized to her.

Mrs. Hoshimi fell silent.

After an unknown period, her eyes flickered a few times before she vaguely responded with a sound of acknowledgment.

Concerning Fujiwara Reya's true identity, she and Mrs. Kasahara had always speculated towards being a great tengu. Now, the answer had been finally confirmed, leaving her with the feeling of a great weight lifted from her heart.

No matter how things unfold.

Being able to be open about such an important matter meant their relationship had reached an unbreakable stage.

"Is there nothing you wish to say?" Fujiwara Reya leaned closer to ask.

Holding her foot still in his hand, by leaning in, Mrs. Hoshimi was forced to raise her foot high, her skirt slipping down, revealing the snowy white skin of her thigh. Although she was somewhat dissatisfied with Fujiwara Reya's frivolous attitude, her mind was still riddled with questions, temporarily halting any reprimand.

"Are you this generation's imitation Sagami Great Tengu?"

"Indeed."

"Natsuki Rin is who to you?"

"My mother."

"... Does that mean this cruise ship belongs to your aunt?"

"Yes, but I don't know what game she's playing, so I had to come onboard personally to see."

"There's not a good person in your family..." Mrs. Hoshimi complained.

Fujiwara Reya fluttered his wings.

The swirling air currents traveled along her thigh, diving beneath her skirt.

Feeling a chill below, Mrs. Hoshimi arched her waist and let out a low "ah."

The lingering tone was softly trembling, alluringly ethereal.

Her flushed face and the look she gave Fujiwara Reya unconsciously carried a hint of allure. Yet, her countenance still carried an innate cold nobility, intertwining allure with nobility, presenting a beauty that was impossible to look at directly.

Unable to take more, Mrs. Kasahara extended a leg to kick Fujiwara Reya, "Enough is enough. Are you pretending I don't exist?"

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