CHAPTER 482: 169. SHIRANUI_3

Kasahara Fumi chewed on the pastry expressionlessly.

"As for why you’d come out to marry me, I suppose it’s because Xiangxiang’s status isn’t appropriate, right?" Fujiwara Reya pondered the known information and analyzed, "Xiangxiang is the heir to the Great Shrine, the future Kanto Director, and indeed can’t marry a demon. However, you are the daughter of the Director, so you shouldn’t be in this marriage either... Unless, she is prepared for something, like severing ties with you."

"Mother..." Kasahara Fumi called softly.

The voice was filled with tenderness.

After about twenty seconds of silence, she looked up and said coldly, "You’re wrong. Mother will always be mother; we will not sever ties."

Fujiwara Reya asked meaningfully, "So you’re saying it’s actually possible to sever ties."

"Can’t be bothered to talk to you."

Kasahara Fumi averted her gaze towards the fireplace.

Wild crimson flames danced in her sight, swirling smoke like flattery, devouring the pitch-black charcoal.

Today she was heavily made-up, her wedding attire exceptionally bright. Those sparkling black eyes made Fujiwara Reya stare intently.

"Fukaeri?"

"What?"

"What is your true identity?"

Kasahara Fumi immediately lowered her head.

The question was clear, and she couldn’t think of a second way to respond besides avoidance.

"Look at me."

"...No."

"Fukaeri, I’m serious."

Kasahara Fumi hesitated to look up.

Through the glow of the fire, she saw Fujiwara Reya’s expression was calm, neither boastful nor hidden. In his eyes was an innocent curiosity like a child’s, with a gentle smile flowing like a stream.

Then, she slightly shrugged her shoulders.

It was clear she wanted to convey, "Our relationship isn’t enough to discuss this."

Facing Fujiwara Reya’s unconventional probing, she wasn’t too panicked. Even the bright red wedding attire seemed to exude a hint of coldness.

"I won’t talk about this." Kasahara Fumi elegantly lifted her wine glass, mixed the last mouthful of pastry with wine, and then said in a plain tone without any sentiment, "Perhaps one day I’ll tell, perhaps I’ll never say."

That voice, those eyes remained unmoved, and her speech was still fluent and pleasant.

"I’m just guessing, not saying I absolutely believe that." Fujiwara Reya laughed, taking over the topic, and immediately asked after seeing her finish the pastry, "How does it taste?"

"It’s okay."

Kasahara Fumi didn’t give a good review just because it was handmade by her mother-in-law.

"It’s medicine, naturally it’s not tasty."

"Medicine?"

"A remedy for regulating qi and blood, preparing for pregnancy and health."

"..."

Kasahara Fumi’s face flushed instantly.

At that moment, a strong warm current spread from her lower abdomen to her entire body. It felt like ants nibbling wherever the warmth flowed, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. The strange sensation made her tense her muscles, curl her toes, as if she didn’t want this overwhelming comfort to engulf her.

"Why is your face red?" Fujiwara Reya leaned in, lightly stroking her silky forehead, "As a daughter-in-law, this gift is rightfully yours, no need to feel embarrassed to accept it."

Kasahara Fumi’s gaze shifted slightly, biting her lower lip: "Don’t speak..."

Soon after, she closed her eyes halfway, her brows knit in pain, her petal-like soft lips becoming even more vibrant. The warm flow rampaged within her, making her involuntarily hum lightly, her eyelashes trembled like a butterfly struggling to break free from a cocoon.

She was enduring.

She was resisting.

Fujiwara Reya wouldn’t let her have her way.

He reached out, his fingertips gently exploring her soft red lips.

Kasahara Fumi’s tongue moved slightly.

Like a frightened rabbit, it retreated inward.

"Mmm..."

The trembling tail sound was like a flickering flame, ethereal and haunting.

"Be a good girl~"

Fujiwara Reya picked up another pill and handed it over.

"Mmm~" Kasahara Fumi cried softly, her cheeks puffed slightly.

How detestable!

Now she dared not exert force to resist.

With some apprehension, she could only accept such a humiliating feeding like a little animal being fed.

"Swallow this pill too." Fujiwara Reya pinched her chin.

With a somewhat perverted smile, he lifted Kasahara Fumi’s chin, forcing her mouth closed.

Kasahara Fumi looked coldly at him.

The second pill, without even chewing, was forced down her throat.

To express her anger, she glared at Fujiwara Reya, scoffing disdainfully, yet her icy face showed no emotion.

Seeing her proud and cold face and that garbage-like gaze, Fujiwara Reya actually felt a bit pleased... He cursed himself a pervert, then as if to salvage whatever little of his image remained, he retreated a good three meters away from her.

Kasahara Fumi clutched her abdomen, collapsing onto the tatami.

At this moment, she had no energy to show displeasure. Feeling uneasy throughout her body, she could only close her cool eyes and silently resist the warmth from the pills in her abdomen, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush.

Not long after, she lazily twiddled her fingertips, panting lightly as if exhausted.

Fujiwara Reya stared at her without blinking.

Those two pills just now indeed had effects on fertility, effective for both humans and demons. But the principle was to stir the potential within the body to achieve peak condition for pregnancy. Taking two at once surely made it hard to control the divine power or demonic power within.

If she really had a problem, it would’ve definitely been exposed.

Of course.

Once exposed, given her personality, she might even want to go down together.

Fujiwara Reya prepared for the worst.

No matter how angry she might be, he was confident to avert danger, and incidentally connect with her emotionally.

Endured painstakingly for a long time.

Finally, at a certain moment, Kasahara Fumi suddenly half-opened her eyes, licking the corner of her lips. Those half-open eyes were dark and clear, but suddenly carried a hint of watery charm, and the act of licking her lips seemed full of allure.

Seeing her stunning face, Fujiwara Reya’s heart felt hot.

The usual Kasahara Fumi never had such an ambiguous expression; it was as if a calm and serene lake had begun to ripple.

"Boom—"

A surge of air suddenly erupted from Kasahara Fumi’s body.

The next second the hearth was blown out, a more intense flame ignited in Fujiwara Reya’s eyes. That fire spread rapidly, covering the entire room majestically with flames.

Fujiwara Reya held his breath.

Amidst the flames, the festive red of the wedding attire was erased by the high temperature.

A peerless enchantress was born from the fire.

Beautiful and seductive, she kneeled amidst the roaring flames.

With rounded shoulders, a stunning captivating waist, and her world-class beautiful legs, she was indescribably beautiful.

Fujiwara Reya felt out of breath.

Not sure if it was due to the heat or the enticing curves that teased one’s heart.

Slowly, she twitched her wrists, standing up, stretching lazily, her shapely hips and waist slightly vibrating. Her figure was excellent, her skin stretching with sinuous, supple lines, no excess fat to be seen, her fair thighs shining bright and fierce.

She casually reached into the void.

A luxurious and vibrant kimono flew out from the fire, her body spun in the sea of flames, the kimono covering that breathtaking body. When she landed, the kimono was already worn, as dazzling as a blooming ephemeral flower.

White hair and red eyes, unparalleled beauty.

Seeing her at first glance, Fujiwara Reya felt something within his DNA stir; he beckoned, "Come to me."

"Slap—"

A folding fan slapped onto his face.

The hem of the kimono brushed past him, a crystalline jade foot stepping onto his head, grinding forcefully. Then, the owner of this delicate foot bent down, her poised and elegant figure face to face with him.

The fire continued to burn.

The disturbed airflow blew her skirt upwards, making a sound like autumn cicadas’ cry.

"Dare to plot against me..." Kasahara Fumi looked down at the slightly distorted face under her foot, a demonic gleam flickered in her red eyes. She suddenly smiled gently, two crystalline fingers pressed against his chest, demonic power swirling: "Let’s die together."

Tsk tsk.

Fujiwara Reya marveled inwardly.

To think she was a Demon King... Really hit the jackpot.

In the instant before his chest was about to be pierced, his body vanished like melting ice without a trace. Kasahara Fumi’s brow furrowed, the crimson mark on her forehead closed like a shy grass.

The next second.

Fujiwara Reya reformed behind her.

"Slap—"

Her body trembled, legs instinctively clamped.

Kasahara Fumi was stunned by the slap, remaining motionless.