"You really have no shame."

"I learned it all from Sister Himeko."

"I could never teach a student like you." Mrs. Kasahara sighed dramatically, walked gracefully to Fujiwara Reya's side, placed her small hand intimately on his shoulder, and said, "I've had a significant relationship with Mr. Fujiwara."

"Oh?" Mrs. Hoshimi looked at Fujiwara Reya with a smile.

Fujiwara Reya sighed deeply in his heart and said helplessly, "It's fake, I wouldn't dare to have... "

Before he could finish, Mrs. Kasahara stomped on his foot, so he had to blink his eyes and say to Mrs. Hoshimi, "Yes, that's exactly how it is, please don't disturb us anymore."

"So you're being coerced, huh." Mrs. Hoshimi leisurely put her hands in her pockets, "In the future, move to my Hachiman Shrine, I'll protect you."

"I already have a private room at Asakusa Shrine." Mrs. Kasahara said proudly, "Yako, you've been too trusting of him. Since September, I've been sleeping at his place every night."

Mrs. Hoshimi's expression didn't change as she continued smiling at Fujiwara Reya, "Come over to Mommy Yako's side."

"Make a choice!" Mrs. Kasahara pressed her hand on his shoulder forcefully.

"Look, there's something fun over there..." Fujiwara Reya shrieked and, after breaking free, the first thing he did was quickly make his escape.

Being caught in a chaotic situation with two lovely but power-punching mothers-in-law is truly terrifying... If he stayed any longer, he might not live past seventeen.

In the middle of the second deck, there's a large commercial area.

Lanterns hanging at the stalls glimmer like anglerfish, giving off a hazy glow.

Savory fried noodles, sweet candied apples, and alluring grilled squid; besides eating, there are also water balloon fishing, goldfish scooping, and shooting games everywhere, giving the feeling of being at a summer festival.

At some point, the two ladies made up and were sharing food, laughing heartily at the people playing games. Occasionally, familiar people would come to greet them, only to be politely sent away. Accompanying them through it all was always Fujiwara Reya, carrying multiple snacks in one hand and a bunch of toys in the other.

The ladies are unparalleled beauties, and the youth is dashing.

With their presence, this space modeled after the Capital City gained a sense of real beauty.

As they were about to leave the cabin, there was a small billboard by the passage, on which a few English letters "Cafe & Bar" were scrawled. Under a window from which light flowed, hung a golden little bell with a thin string hanging down.

Fujiwara Reya went over and gently pulled the string.

The bell let out a clear ring.

A bald man immediately appeared in the window.

Fujiwara Reya raised three fingers.

"Coming right up." The man retreated into the window.

Shortly after, a tray suspended by a string was lowered from the window. On the tray were three glasses of red blend wine, a mix of shochu and vermouth.

Fujiwara Reya handed out the wine to the two ladies and accompanied them to the deck.

The pitch-black deck was silent and empty, with only a vending machine emitting a silent white glow next to a potted maple tree. Compared to the silent deck, below was much more lively. Caught by the sea breeze, the cruise ship sailed steadily forward on the star-studded sea, the entire ship brilliantly lit like a resplendent maritime palace.

Looking down, the sea reflected the starlight and the ship's lights in a splendid and grand display.

Mrs. Hoshimi sincerely exclaimed, "So beautiful."

Mrs. Kasahara found a clean spot to lie down, gazing up at the starry night sky. Countless stars twinkled like gold flecks on black cloth, an illusory moon hung large and bright at the horizon.

She gently leaned her head on Fujiwara Reya's shoulder, "The moon is so big. I've loved these round and shiny things since I was a child."

"I like them too," Fujiwara Reya replied absentmindedly.

"I want the moon!" Mrs. Kasahara suddenly raised her hand, pointing at the moon and shouting, "Hey, Fujiwara, hurry and bring it down with a bow tied on it and give it to me."

"Even if you truly want it, that's going to be way too difficult for me..."

"Useless guy, can't do anything... just a sweet-talking tengu."

"Are you drunk?"

"I'm not drunk... just had a little... hic..." Mrs. Kasahara finished her drink and sighed in satisfaction. The empty glass toppled on the deck, sliding along its curve.

"Disgraceful!" Mrs. Hoshimi laughed and scolded.

She was still standing without sitting down, her plain kimono filled with wind, bulging and highlighting her slender beauty.

"I'll deal with you later." Mrs. Kasahara puffed on her pipe and stared dazedly at the vending machine. Red maple leaves shone under the fluorescent lights.

Smoke spiraled up, drifting towards the nighttime sea.

Fujiwara Reya remembered when he first met her.

That was at a regular meeting at the Onmyo-ryo of the Tokyo Grand Shrine. His first impression of the chairman at the time was that she was very dignified and graceful. Later, at the board meeting, he witnessed her majestic and imposing demeanor. But back then, he would never have guessed that the soul hidden within this woman's body would be so vibrant and interesting.

"I remember the day we first met." Mrs. Kasahara suddenly spoke.

"What a coincidence." Fujiwara Reya smiled faintly.

"I can't forget. That day was a Western-style banquet meeting. Upon hearing you were coming, I dressed casually and came to have a look. And then I saw you being chased and beaten by a group of peers... Haha, it seems you were quite hated."

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