Mrs. Kasahara gently gazed at Fujiwara Reya: "You should take it easy, okay?"

"...Hmm?" Kasahara Fumi looked at her mother in confusion.

"Oh, him, he walked in just now clutching his waist." Mrs. Kasahara laughed, mimicking Fujiwara Reya's earlier posture, "In my opinion, he's definitely been overworked. It's better to pace yourself while you're young, before you exhaust yourself..."

"Shut up!" Fujiwara Reya roared.

Kasahara Fumi gave him a cold look: "Is it really as mom said?"

"I'm going to find Xiangxiang." Mrs. Kasahara waved her little hand, blew a kiss to Fujiwara Reya, "Bye-bye~"

She left.

However, the marital tension she had stirred up continued to ferment.

After a moment of silence, Fujiwara Reya opened his mouth: "I..."

Kasahara Fumi's gaze softened, looking at him gently, "I understand the Snow Woman's constitution too. If you can't handle it..."

"...Absolutely no problem!" Fujiwara Reya's eyes suddenly sharpened, "Want me to prove it to you right now?"

Kasahara Fumi's face flushed a bit, patting his arm: "Quick, tie your belt."

Fujiwara Reya finally calmed down.

The belt, only a palm's width, tightly wrapped around her waist, accentuating her already perfect figure to the extreme.

A bright red dress, high heels with shiny silver patches, and her long, orange-red hair, everything was stunningly beautiful, the kind that a lustful man would fall for at just one glance.

As Kasahara Fumi was about to turn around, Fujiwara Reya's hands pressed down again, holding her waist.

She frowned at the reflection in the mirror, signaling for him to move aside.

"The question you just asked inspired me to grow stronger!" Fujiwara Reya smiled as he kissed her fair, delicate face, "Once I become the Demon King, a gluttonous Snow Woman will be no problem."

Kasahara Fumi struggled a bit.

Unable to break free, Fujiwara Reya instead turned her around, face to face for an embrace.

Kasahara Fumi placed her hands on his shoulders, trying to push him away.

Fujiwara Reya's hands left her waist, lifting up to cup her face, touching her silky orange hair.

"We might run into Xiangxiang tonight," he whispered.

Kasahara Fumi's hands suddenly lost their strength.

Fujiwara Reya leaned in for a kiss.

"Mmm!"

Kasahara Fumi's hands flailed wildly on his head.

After a passionate kiss lasting five or six seconds, she stopped struggling, her hands unknowingly wrapping around his neck.

"I want to convey something with this kiss..." Fujiwara Reya murmured against her lips, "Even if Xiangxiang is around, I'm not letting you go."

Kasahara Fumi suddenly snapped back to reality, trying to push him away again.

Fujiwara Reya had to move his lips away, placing a final kiss on her cheek: "And you too, even if Xiangxiang sees, you're not allowed to let go of me."

"I'm not as shameless as you," Kasahara Fumi warned softly while tidying her collar, "In front of Xiangxiang, you're not allowed to touch me, or there absolutely won't be a next time."

"I'll adapt to the situation." Fujiwara Reya helped her straighten her dress.

That hand, several times tempted to drift to her chest, to explore that sacred, untouched territory, but was stopped by the noble policewoman each time.

"Do I really need to deal with the sister first before the older sister will open up?" Fujiwara Reya lamented.

Kasahara Fumi reprimanded him, irate: "Don't take advantage and then complain! If you're unwilling, then leave, plenty would line up for such a great opportunity."

"Sounds like a supermarket sale."

"Oh, how cheap..."

"Yeah, Fumi is like an orange, priced at 600 yen per kilogram, Asuka is like a cabbage, at 800 yen each..."

Kasahara Fumi patted his head: "You're the orange, you're the cabbage!"

Fujiwara Reya caught her hand, kissed it, and they both laughed out loud.

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The sky gradually darkened.

Amid the roaring storm and towering waves, a cruise ship over two hundred meters long continued to advance like a sea palace.

Huge waves relentlessly surged onto the deck, unleashing thunderous roars.

Outside was gale and tempest, yet inside the grandiose banquet hall, it remained unaffected.

The towering dome, bright and non-blinding lights, ubiquitous crystal chandeliers highlighting an opulent scene.

Guests dressed elegantly, chatting animatedly with familiar acquaintances.

Politics, economics, law...different circles discussed various topics, and the Onmyo-ryo council members gathered to discuss potential upcoming events.

Everyone present was a figure of considerable influence.

Even so, when Fujiwara Reya and Kasahara Fumi entered arm-in-arm, all the guests instinctively looked over—a strikingly handsome and confident young man, and a tall and noble beauty; identities-wise, one was the acting chair of the Kanto Branch of Onmyo-ryo, the other was the director's daughter and a senior member of Section Nine.

In terms of status and power, they constituted that small portion at the pinnacle.

Upon entering the venue, Fujiwara Reya intended to drag Kasahara Fumi around to greet the various councilors, flaunting the fact that he was her husband. But Kasahara Fumi had other plans, she directly loaded a plate full of food and found a quiet corner to eat.

Two plainclothes agents from Section Nine casually approached her to report.

Fujiwara Reya initially intended to follow her, but a mother-daughter pair entering at the door caught his attention.

The people around also looked on.

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