The bright moon weaves through clouds, the night air seeps into the skin and bones.

Mrs. Kasahara suddenly blows out a puff of white smoke.

With the wind having momentarily ceased, the smoke swirls around her, enveloping her voluptuous figure.

Mrs. Hoshimi bends down, smiling as she scrutinizes her friend's face carefully: "Sister Himeko, how does it feel to be forced to drink by your son-in-law?"

Mrs. Kasahara gently licks her moist lip corners, closes her eyes to savor the taste: "Not bad, next time it's your turn to drink."

"Really?" Fujiwara Reya disperses the smoke with a wave of his hand.

"Heartless guy, after all I've done to please you, you're thinking of playing with Yako?" Mrs. Kasahara switches to a mournful expression, then taps his forehead with a smoking pipe, before taking a few more puffs.

The smoke grows denser.

Fujiwara Reya swats all the smoke away.

His view gradually clears and widens; he snatches the smoking bag from Mrs. Kasahara's hand and tosses it overboard.

"Why is a nice girl like you learning to smoke!"

After a reprimand and before she can lose her temper, Fujiwara Reya jumps up, pats his backside, and heads back to the cabin.

"It's all the moonlight's fault for being so beautiful, making me a bit sentimental, so I want to take a bath... goodnight, both mothers."

"So irresponsible!" Mrs. Kasahara yells, "Are you planning to leave us two helpless women out on the deck overnight?"

"Mr. Fujiwara, escort Mom back to her room." Mrs. Hoshimi gently requests.

Fujiwara Reya walks away without turning back.

Between two mothers, one so noble and radiant it's hard to stare directly, and the other so calm and majestic, Fujiwara Reya is hopelessly captivated by their charismatic allure.

After entering the cabin, he immediately calls Kawashima Miki.

"Hello?"

"Come to my room."

"No, I'm playing cards with Riho Fukaeri."

"Either come yourself, or I'll join the three of you, your choice!"

"...You jerk!"

Hanging up, Kawashima Miki shakes her head helplessly.

Inside the room, all three women have just bathed, wearing only light robes.

"Is something the matter?" Yukino Ritsuko asks.

Kawashima Miki casually lies: "I'm hungry, I'm going to get something to eat."

With that, she gets off the bed, slips on some slippers, and heads out the door.

Their four rooms are connected, a turn leads her to Fujiwara Reya's room.

Perhaps knowing what would happen, Kawashima Miki had earlier filled the bathtub with hot water, then opened the window and sat on the window ledge.

As the night sea breeze blows, she gazes at the expansive night sky above the sea. After waiting a short time, Fujiwara Reya quietly opens the door and slips in.

"Do you need to be so sneaky to return to your room?"

Kawashima Miki's mocking voice comes through.

Fujiwara Reya looks over at the window, and his gaze immediately heats up.

The elegant, sharp-tongued beauty with a delicate, oval face is sitting on the windowsill in just a red slip dress, her bodice loose. Long, luscious legs extend from the dress, cross seductively.

"What's the matter you called me for?" Kawashima Miki asks him.

Fujiwara Reya carries a bottle of freshly bought brandy, his eyes ablaze as he approaches: "I want to get you drunk."

Under his blazing gaze like a hot iron brand, Kawashima Miki suddenly feels warmth and sweat at her feet.

"Up to no good?" she asks with a sweet, teasing tone.

The closer Fujiwara Reya gets, the faster her heart beats.

Her white neck exposed outside the collar tilts slightly, making her more alluring, full of allure.

"Try some first." Fujiwara Reya pours a glass of wine, coming to the windowsill.

Kawashima Miki glares at him, elegantly leaning her head back: "Feed me."

The scene of feeding Mrs. Kasahara earlier flickers in his mind, his gaze grows even more intense. He takes hold of Kawashima Miki's chin, tilts the glass, and pours the high-proof brandy in.

In the lavish room, the sounds of swallowing accompany the waves.

As the glass was about to empty, Fujiwara Reya moved it away, swiftly touching lips to hers.

"Mmm~"

Kawashima Miki, her mouth still full of alcohol, shares some with him.

Her moist lips, soft mouth, Fujiwara Reya savors the rich, aromatic spirit.

After pulling apart, Kawashima Miki breathlessly supports herself with small hands on his shoulders, struggling to show a bright smile: "Why so impatient..."

"I'm still thirsty." Fujiwara Reya hugs her waist tightly.

Kawashima Miki breathes a sigh and reluctantly, as if yielding to him, picks up the wine glass he had left on the window sill, elegantly sipping a bit. Then her small hand grabs Fujiwara Reya's collar, pulling his face closer, feeding him another sip of wine.

With her little husband, she indulges him just like this.

Letting the sea breeze caress her hair, only the stars and the moon witness their kiss surrounded by the sea's fragrance.

"Still thirsty?"

"The more I drink, the thirstier I get."

"How would you like to quench your thirst?" Kawashima Miki softly asks.

Her lips were wet, her eyes, too, seemed to accumulate sweet wine, enchanting anyone who gazes upon her.

"Let's drink elsewhere." Fujiwara Reya picks her up.

Kawashima Miki looks dazed.

Her skin is smooth and soft as a young maiden's, her waist slim, legs long and enticing. With hands around Fujiwara Reya's neck, her neck naturally leans back, arching her chest, showcasing her slender yet voluptuous figure.

The room's lights go out.

Silver-white moonlight shines through the window, casting a silvery glow upon the bed.

They embrace tightly, no space between their skin.

Kawashima Miki knits her brows tightly, eyelashes trembling.

A breathtakingly beautiful face with an expression that's not entirely joyful or pained, utterly alluring.

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