"Is it really that fun...?"

"You're about to be eaten by me, poor thing."

"How about you just don't eat me?"

"No way."

"You're so blunt, it's hard for me to respond." Kasahara Fumi shrugged habitually.

"I like you, and if I like you, I have to eat you." Fujiwara Reya said, standing up.

"So willful!"

He walked forward.

"Hey—"

She called out, dragging her voice.

"I'll carry you and fly!" Fujiwara Reya squatted down.

Kasahara Fumi glared at him with feigned annoyance, thought for a moment, then picked up a yellow rose and walked toward him.

"Do you really like yellow roses that much?"

"Just generally like them."

"I'll give you a bouquet every birthday from now on."

"No need to remind me I've aged another year." Kasahara Fumi walked behind him.

With a slight smile, she kicked Fujiwara Reya onto the bridge deck and straddled his back.

"This position isn't right!" Fujiwara Reya protested in dissatisfaction.

"What's wrong with it?"

"You should be lying on my back."

"Why?"

"That way, your chest can... Hey, enough, I'm about to take off!"

The white wings slowly flapped.

The two flew down from the Bridge Princess, weaving through the clouds.

"Okay, I'm lying down now." Kasahara Fumi bent down gently, pressed against his back.

It was warm and solid.

Fujiwara Reya was enchanted.

"All you think about is naughty things!" Kasahara Fumi tapped him on the head with the flower.

The flower was yellow too.

"What's wrong with a young man being a little naughty?" Fujiwara Reya laughed smugly.

On the sparkling sea, the two flew freely like sea birds. A giant cruise ship cut through the waves toward the depths of the Pacific Ocean, the sky bright and the atmosphere fresh and peaceful.

Flying in the sky, Kasahara Fumi looked down at the cruise ship.

On the first deck, several women lounged on folding chairs sunbathing; some men in suits were worshipping at a makeshift shrine on the second deck; on the third deck with a Brazilian flair, a geisha was dancing with a man in an eggplant suit.

Looking down at such a peculiar sight from above, Kasahara Fumi felt as if she had become one with the tengu.

"No matter how strong the winds and waves tomorrow, I will protect you all!" Fujiwara Reya declared with a manly spirit as he gazed out at the sea.

"Mm."

Kasahara Fumi replied gently.

She was a Shiranui.

However, she wasn't using her demonic power now; she was simply journeying through the sky with her husband in the role of a wife. With this thought, a sense of relief washed over her. The gentle yet reckless way her husband kissed her just now, sucking tenderly, sent shivers down her spine. She was starting to like this young husband of hers... Even though he's lively and playful, he liked pretending to be mysterious and gentlemanly, which was truly amusing. His overall mindset was optimistic, as if he was singing to the sun and nature. His youthful and beautiful body exuded a tenacious force of life.

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They flew until Fujiwara Reya was almost exhausted, and then quietly landed on the stern of the ship.

On their way back to the cabin, they ran into several familiar directors from the Onmyo-ryo. Their expressions were a bit odd.

Fujiwara Reya didn't mind them much and greeted them politely. They didn't say much in return, just smiling broadly as a form of greeting — anyway, both directors were on the ship, so it wasn't their problem to handle.

At the cabin door, Fujiwara Reya leaned his cheek toward Kasahara Fumi: "Don't forget, sister."

"What?" Kasahara Fumi asked with a puzzled expression.

"Every morning when a husband leaves for work, the wife should give him a goodbye kiss, otherwise he'll be distracted and easily lured by a flirtatious female colleague..."

Kasahara Fumi twisted her waist and delivered a swift, decisive kick.

"Hey, you missed!" Fujiwara Reya dodged easily, smirking at her, "After being kicked by you so many times, haven't I learned anything? Fumi, you underestimate your husband too much!"

"You're really childish today." Kasahara Fumi felt like laughing inside, but kept a cool facade.

"Can't help it, you've made me feel so accomplished... I'm not exaggerating, my emotions right now are definitely like Mitchell when he first set foot on the moon — this is a big step for mankind... this is great love!"

Kasahara Fumi, feeling disgusted, retreated into her room.

Once inside, she placed the flower on the table and opened the window.

The sea breeze brushed against her face like an invisible, gentle hand, and she subconsciously touched her lips.

The sweet sensation of being kissed lingered.

"Sigh..."

Kasahara Fumi rubbed her temples, gazing at the blue sky, her mind wandering to other matters.

"Knock knock~"

There was a knock at the door.

"Who is it?"

"Your mom!"

Mrs. Kasahara replied in a child-like, innocent voice.

Oh no... Kasahara Fumi felt an immediate sense of anxiety.

Mrs. Kasahara walked in, hands behind her back like an old grandpa, circling around her eldest daughter, making clicking noises with apparent meaning.

Kasahara Fumi wished she could move to another planet.

"How does it feel?" Mrs. Kasahara leaned in to ask.

Kasahara Fumi's face flushed instantly: "Mother—"

"What's there to be shy about?" Mrs. Kasahara pinched her cheek affectionately, smiling and asking, "How far have things gone?"

"Uh, just, ...kissed..." Kasahara Fumi's momentum was unprecedentedly weak.

Mrs. Kasahara eyed her with interest.

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