"Miki, take it easy." Yukino Ritsuko's schadenfreude voice came from the bathroom.

Fujiwara Reya blinked innocently.

Kawashima Miki snorted coldly.

Her already large eyes went wide and round, like a pair of small brass bells embedded in her face.

"Take it easy," Fujiwara Reya reminded, then covered his head.

"I'll beat you to death, you bastard!"

Kawashima Miki showed no mercy, hitting him hard with both hands.

She was genuinely a bit angry.

Not out of jealousy, but angry at his recklessness.

That loud shout just now could very well have exposed their identities.

She had been busy for over a month, just getting the path for Asakusa Shrine's future laid out, and now it was all disrupted.

After obediently enduring the scolding, Fujiwara Reya reached out, gently pinching her round earlobe through the gaps of her disheveled hair. The earlobe emitted the same pink hue as her tender lips.

"Cut it out!" Kawashima Miki's spine naturally straightened, her lips slightly parted in breath.

Her legs were still using force.

Fujiwara Reya's face was squeezed flat.

She was wearing a mini skirt, with a narrow opening, and when her legs parted, the skirt naturally tightened. The patterns beneath her casual stockings were faintly visible.

Fujiwara Reya used his other hand to wrap around her waist.

Kawashima Miki grumbled, retracting her legs and straightening them, then bent over.

The comfort from her earlobe gradually tinged her face with red, her complexion resembling a delicate blush on white porcelain.

"Mrs. Miki is so beautiful."

"Just finished getting cozy with Fukaeri, and now you're trying to sweet-talk me? You think I don't know? You're covered with Fukaeri's scent!"

"That's your nose's problem!" Fujiwara Reya pressed his nose to her neck and took a strong sniff: "Besides, her scent is nowhere as rich as Mrs. Miki's rose fragrance."

"You're making me sound so tacky, disgusting, shut up..."

Though she kept scolding, Kawashima Miki's arms reached around his waist, embracing him intimately.

"Let's handle the paperwork later, I'll transfer Asakusa Shrine to your name."

"What?"

"Just as a backup plan in case I have to leave the Onmyo-ryo."

"No way!" Kawashima Miki bit his shoulder and angrily said: "Mrs. Miki doesn't allow it, you can't just do whatever you want!" After saying that, her arms suddenly tightened, holding Fujiwara Reya closely, "Asakusa Shrine is ours, you're the priest and I'm the priestess. If you don't want it, neither do I..."

"Hey, hey, hey, don't be so indecisive! What about your dream of being a priestess?"

"No way! Wherever you go, I follow. Don't think you can leave me behind to guard the family business while you flirt around."

"I'm not that lousy!" Fujiwara Reya ran his fingers through her black hair.

"Hehe, who would believe that?" Kawashima Miki slightly raised her head, with a charming smile on her face, said: "Fujiwara Reya, you've managed to openly gather your harem on one boat, and you say you're not lousy?"

"That's a different matter," Fujiwara Reya explained weakly, "Besides, it's not like I wanted them all together, blame my aunt for that."

"Since you can encounter such good fortune without trying, I have all the more reason to keep an eye on you," Kawashima Miki mused.

"You call this good fortune?"

"Isn't it good fortune?"

"...Come to think of it, it really is." No matter how lousy Fujiwara Reya was, at this moment he couldn't deny it.

Kawashima Miki gazed at him intently, her expression calm and enchanting: "Anyway, I just want to stay by your side, don't you dare try to leave me!"

Fujiwara Reya inhaled her scent: "I can't do without Mrs. Miki either."

"That's more like it." Kawashima Miki smiled sweetly.

Then she suddenly thought of a mischievous idea, curling her body up like a child, holding onto Fujiwara Reya's collar tightly with both hands, whispering conspiratorially: "How about transferring the shrine to Riho's name?"

"Riho can't handle it." Fujiwara Reya refused.

"No problem," Kawashima Miki coquettishly shook his collar, "If Riho can't handle it, you can have Fukaeri help her. Fukaeri grew up in the Tokyo Grand Shrine, she knows everything about the Onmyo-ryo, she can speak at the government level, she'd certainly do better than me."

Fujiwara Reya held his laughter: "Then why not just give it directly to Fukaeri?"

"Um...Fukaeri, um, her personality is too aloof." Kawashima Miki racked her brains for a reason, "Riho, on the other hand, is quiet and more suitable for dealing with people in the front. Fukaeri can work behind the scenes providing strategies..."

Fujiwara Reya, hugging her, leaned up and bit her earlobe, saying: "If you give it directly to Fukaeri, then Riho gets to go with me, right? You'd only give it to Riho and keep Fukaeri busy to enjoy me alone, right?"

Her little scheme was exposed.

Kawashima Miki hummed, touched her hair beside her ear to cover her embarrassment: "Who'd care to enjoy you alone, look at how annoying you are. For a beauty like me to willingly stay with you, instead of being moved to tears, you're here nitpicking, want me to sew your mouth shut and make you a mute husband..."

The sharp-tongued yet soft-hearted Mrs. Miki is just this adorable.

Fujiwara Reya hoped she would remain adorable like this.

Otherwise, there would be much less fun teasing her in the future.

The bathroom door quietly opened.

Wearing a brand-new gown, Yukino Ritsuko stepped gracefully in gradient high heels.

The dress, designed personally by Fujiwara Reya, wasn't exactly glamorous, some might even call it plain.

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