CHAPTER 492: 172. CHAIRMAN KASAHARA IS TRULY UNPARALLELED IN THE WORLD! _3

Staring into his eyes, Yukino Ritsuko felt her cheeks heat up.

Even though they had already shared physical intimacy, she was still somewhat unfamiliar with such a direct and possessive way of expressing "love." So she remained silent for a while before softly saying, "Nothing can take away the feelings I have for you..."

A warm and serene night.

Lights and starlight blended together, creating an idyllic and enchanting night scene.

Amidst the sounds of kissing, Yukino Ritsuko slowly closed her eyes. Her beautiful hairstyle, the delicate lines from her nose to her lips, the rosy hue of her skin — it all made her even more alluring.

Such a Mrs. Riho complemented her classical-style bridal gown perfectly.

Her lips, swollen from the passionate kisses, were gently licked several times by Yukino Ritsuko’s tongue, greatly enhancing their alluring appeal. Fujiwara Reya cupped her cheeks and smiled, "What a beautiful young wife you are, with your hair, your gaze, and the folds of your dress... If you were someone else’s wife, I would definitely find a way to take you away."

"You always love to jest!"

Yukino Ritsuko playfully scolded, smiling faintly.

Her clear and beautiful eyes curved into adorable crescents, beyond words.

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On the balcony on the second floor, Amaterasu leaned against the railing, gazing into the distant darkness.

The night wind caressed her long, ankle-length black hair. The slit of her qipao had been violently torn apart, revealing her round and voluptuous hips clad in smooth white silk, accentuating their fullness, with several blue-black bruises etched on her skin.

Recalling the boy’s bold and reckless actions earlier, Amaterasu felt a flicker of displeasure.

But this displeasure had no chance to manifest; as the Great God, having agreed to let him hold her, she couldn’t become angry because of it. Yet, that little brat was truly insufferable... He was sly with her, sniffed her scent with a smirk, and treated the Great God like a dancer, discarding her after a dance, only to meet his wife secretly.

This shouldn’t be!

Amaterasu clenched her fists slightly.

As the Great God, any living being before her should be enveloped by her radiance!

But Fujiwara Reya, that little imp...

Amaterasu recalled that final moment of the dance, the pretense of joy on his face.

An entity who had never felt much about lust, Amaterasu suddenly realized the distance that lay between gods, despite Fujiwara Reya’s fondness for beautiful women — in that smile, he clearly expressed, "After this dance, I’ll need you no more."

Despite a heart wishing to draw closer, she saw the other walking away.

Amaterasu believed there must be something she didn’t understand here.

In the distant darkness, Fujiwara Reya and Yukino Ritsuko kissed again, and Amaterasu observed them closely. Like exquisite dolls, or perhaps embodiments of a certain emotion, from afar, they painted an especially beautiful picture.

Amaterasu tapped her arm lightly with her fingers.

In the night, feeling a little drowsy, she yawned, her soft lips immediately closing again. The curves of her waist and the pure lines of her legs beneath the qipao swayed slightly.

"He used to be quite elegant..."

Amaterasu peeked at the distant scene, recalling the ordeal of her real self just moments before.

At that time, Fujiwara Reya exuded a grassy aroma, full of youthful arrogance. Wayward, vulgarly self-assured, honest at heart, and charmingly innocent when irritable...

In the distant darkness, Fujiwara Reya and Yukino Ritsuko stood up.

Yukino Ritsuko took out a handkerchief, gently dusting his clothes, and instantly, the dazzling whiteness of the cloth became the most eye-catching color in Amaterasu’s vision. Fujiwara Reya leaned in to ask Yukino Ritsuko, "How many times tonight do you plan to share intimacy?" Yukino Ritsuko’s eyes sparkled with waves as she pinched his ear and said, "Not even once for you."

The two embraced closely and left together.

Amaterasu closed her eyes in thought.

Soon after, she opened them again, with paper and pen in hand, a slender, pointed pen gripped between her fingers. Her mind pondered what secret and adventurous elements might be added the next time she summoned him...

Little rascal!

The Great God is not so easily fooled.

Are you ready to face the consequences?

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The banquet was drawing to a close.

Fujiwara Reya did not return to the main hall in the courtyard but headed straight to the inner courtyard atop the mountain.

Yukino Ritsuko went to the hot spring to bathe and change clothes; he intended to follow her but was chased away by a flurry of punches. On his way back to his room, he encountered several maidservants and asked, "Is Madam Fukaeri around?"

"The lady just returned to her room," the maid answered.

This room must be her own; the beautiful officer certainly wouldn’t be waiting in his room for him to come back and pamper her just because it’s their wedding night.

Fujiwara Reya turned into the corridor but suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"Mr. Lin." A lady in the corridor looked at him with a smiling face.

She was dressed in a Tang-style robe with a red base and gold threads, her head adorned with a phoenix crown, like a noble empress.

"Here I am!" Fujiwara Reya exhaled a warm breath slowly.

No sooner had he spoken.

The empress walked barefoot on the red carpet of the corridor towards him.

Like a woman eager to throw herself into the arms of her lover, she lifted her skirt with one hand and ran toward Fujiwara Reya, her face revealing a smirk of delight.

As she reached him, Fujiwara Reya snapped back to reality and asked in surprise, "Why have you come out?"

"Shouldn’t I have come out?" Mrs. Kasahara let down her skirt, responding to him with a dignified expression.