The usually stern-faced eldest daughter now showed a tender, shy expression in her eyes, revealing more and more clearly the delicate features of a charming woman to those around her.

"How did the kiss feel?" her mother asked.

The daughter lowered her head, "Like a jolt of electricity, the body all tingling..."

Mrs. Kasahara slowly leaned toward her, her clear eyes filled with a playful smile, "Next time, why not wear all of mom's clothes to see him? Let me feel a bit included too!"

"Huh?"

Kasahara Fumi's eyes widened.

Is this something a carbon-based lifeform would say?

"Don't be so stingy." Mrs. Kasahara draped an arm casually around her daughter's shoulders, sounding like a good buddy, "Even Xiangxiang wore my clothes to play with him, don't you want to be like your sister?"

"..."

Kasahara Fumi was completely bewildered.

At this moment, she couldn't help but sigh: Asuka is really amazing, truly her own flesh and blood.

"Alright, just kidding, don't take it seriously." Mrs. Kasahara laughed slyly, pulling her daughter into an embrace, "I'm happy for you, congratulations, Fumi, on having someone you like."

"Mmm..."

Something immediately buried deep within her daughter's face.

Sure enough.

A mother is always a mother, always older than her daughter.

Kasahara Fumi hugged her mother's waist and whispered, "My favorite is you, Mother, always has been..."

"You haven't thanked me yet."

"Thank you, Mother."

"No, you need to thank me for something specific. Come on, repeat after me: Thank you, Mother, for letting me marry Mr. Fujiwara!"

"..."

Kasahara Fumi's face turned red again.

Mrs. Kasahara leaned down a bit, affectionately rubbing her forehead, "Now you've tasted the sweetness, right? You weren't happy at first, if you had been as proactive as Xiangxiang, I could be holding a grandchild next year."

Mentioning her sister, Kasahara Fumi's mood sank.

"How's Xiangxiang?" she asked worriedly.

"She's asleep, probably for the whole day." Mrs. Kasahara ruffled her hair, reassuringly, "You don't need to go looking for her, and don't think about conceding for her. She's reached an age where she needs to stand on her own, and if this setback knocks her down, you'll just have to hurry and have a child to take over the Tokyo Grand Shrine."

"No!" Kasahara Fumi shook her head, "I won't give up on Xiangxiang."

"Then you'll have to let your husband work hard to marry both sisters." Mrs. Kasahara stretched lazily, standing up and heading for the door, "I'm going to find Mr. Fujiwara to discuss something, do you want to come?"

"Discuss what?"

"Of course, about leaving a descendant to take over the Tokyo Grand Shrine."

"I won't go for something so embarrassing..."

"Then let Mother make a little brother or sister for you."

"Huh?"

Kasahara Fumi was dumbfounded.

Behind the door was a full-length mirror; Mrs. Kasahara paused to closely examine her reflection.

Full chest, slender waist.

Shapely buttocks, long legs not lacking in flesh.

She wore a luxurious red bodycon dress, her long hair elegantly pinned up, small earrings at her ears, high-heeled black boots on her feet, her knees wrapped in black stockings.

Her face was exceedingly beautiful, noble and alluring.

(Must add something!)

(In Fujiwara Reya's eyes, Kasahara Hikari's beauty was not just in her face. Her figure, meticulously crafted by the Creator's own hands, was the most sexy and captivating among all the women he knew.)

Mrs. Kasahara leisurely shoved her hands into her pockets, elegantly turning around.

The mirror reflected her back, showing the rounded, upturned shape of her hips under the bodycon dress, with her full thighs peeking out from beneath the hem, still retaining the vigor of youth. She slightly lifted the hem of her dress, closely examining the absolute territory revealed on her thigh. These legs that felt firm yet looked very aesthetically pleasing, their skin white and delicate, almost gleaming like snow reflecting the light.

Kasahara Fumi rubbed her temples in frustration.

Having such a young and beautiful mother, there's immense pressure on a newly married daughter.

"Hey, Fumi!" Mrs. Kasahara gazed at her daughter proudly, "With this body, I can still have three or five more kids!"

"..."

Kasahara Fumi remained bewildered.

"Leave it to me!" Mrs. Kasahara pinched her soft, white little fist that looked delicious, "I am the mother, naturally I should help my daughters with their worries. Since you don't want to have a child..."

"I do!" Kasahara Fumi quickly replied.

Mrs. Kasahara playfully winked, "Mother didn't pressure you, you know."

"Yes, yes, I'm willing," Kasahara Fumi said with a laugh, pulling on her mother's wrist, "Now, can you stay here quietly instead of going anywhere else? Otherwise, I'll jump into the sea as proof."

"Alright." Mrs. Kasahara immediately scooped her up in return, "Since we have the time, why doesn't Mother teach you some techniques?"

"What?"

"Shh, don't be shy."

"Mother, don't—"

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While Kasahara Fumi was feeling distressed, Fujiwara Reya was having no better time in the adjacent room.

He lay flat on the bed.

His head was tightly wedged between Mrs. Miki's thighs on both sides.

"Where's my breakfast?"

"Uh, well... You might not believe this."

"Just say it."

"I brought the breakfast down, and then I saw a mermaid on the sea..."

"And you fed my breakfast to the mermaid?"

"Haha, a mermaid, how rare... I just got caught up in the moment, you know."

Kawashima Miki narrowed her eyes slightly.

A hint of the dangerous aura of a spider capturing its prey emanated from her gaze.

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