CHAPTER 495: 173. IMPERFECT POSSESSION IS NOT ALLOWED IN MY DICTIONARY. _2

"Are you done yet..." Kasahara Fumi’s shoulder bumped back, intent on reminding him to let go.

Fujiwara Reya leaned back in response.

"Ah—"

Kasahara Fumi’s upper body leaned into empty space, slightly losing her balance and falling backward too.

At this moment, Fujiwara Reya used his waist to strongly thrust, immediately sitting back up, letting her fall into his arms.

The sensation of extremely soft skin contact felt like an electrifying shock, and Kasahara Fumi instantly turned red with embarrassment. "Let go of me..." she didn’t get to finish before Fujiwara Reya released her hands, which had been pinned behind her back. But before she could catch her breath, his hands caught hers under the water, looping from behind to the front, holding them on her lower abdomen.

"?"

Kasahara Fumi’s body stiffened.

Like a bird frightened out of its wits, she was held from behind by Fujiwara Reya, unable to move.

By the side of the bath, Mrs. Kasahara was eating pudding, wearing a knowing smile as she said, "Hurry up, you two, take it to the next level, I want to hold a grandchild."

"Mom!"

Kasahara Fumi’s body trembled with embarrassment.

Under the water, Fujiwara Reya held her small hands, guiding her left thumb’s nail, gently scraping over her belly button. Her fingertips shivered, causing her whole body to quiver.

"No, no, I can’t take it, no, ugh..."

The cool-headed policewoman let out a whimpering plea for mercy.

The sensation was too terrifying; instinctively, she recoiled, desperately trying not to become a woman of loose conduct. Her usual cold expression vanished entirely, now looking as if she was drowning in the bath.

This was a kind of dreamlike expression.

Fujiwara Reya looked at her pleading face, entranced by it.

A breeze blew from the valley, the window shook, and the moonlight poured into the bath, casting a silver glow on Kasahara Fumi’s face.

"Does it tickle?" Fujiwara Reya whispered in her ear, "Unless the director says something, I won’t stop."

Kasahara Fumi pitifully turned her head: "Mom~"

"Ah, um~" Mrs. Kasahara ate her pudding.

Seeing her daughter so embarrassed she wanted to crawl into a hole, she found it amusing and smiled: "Alright, alright, hurry up and get up so Fujiwara can dress you."

"..."

Kasahara Fumi’s eyes froze slightly.

Letting him see her bare body... how could that be, I’d rather stay soaking here.

She said nothing, and Fujiwara Reya was happy to keep playing.

His hands under the water held her small hands, gently massaging her lower abdomen. His head above the water rested lightly on her rounded shoulder, his cheek pressed against her arm. Her figure, slender and beautiful in a more Western way, differed from the typically curvier Japanese girls. However, her temperament wasn’t so Western; once she calmed down, she possessed a pure and elegant roundness, akin to a spherical object faintly emitting a delicate radiance.

Fujiwara Reya thought of a question.

If a woman loses her purity, would her round cuteness dim?

What would become of Kasahara Fumi in the future?

The arc of her chest wasn’t as grand as her mother’s, but not easily fitting in one hand, it seemed shyly attached to her front. Fujiwara Reya watched the rounded curve of her shoulder, her loose orange hair clinging to that smooth arc, resembling a noble from the Sengoku Era.

"Fumi, can I ask you a question?"

Kasahara Fumi didn’t answer, so he asked anyway: "What kind of place did you develop in?"

"Oh, that you can ask me." Mrs. Kasahara eagerly replied, "A coastal town in Shikoku Takamatsu, that area is full of ancient houses and streets, handcraft workshops all around, famous for Mino Washi umbrellas and Gifu Lanterns. Fumi gained her consciousness near the Chengyuan Temple on the mountain, that temple has no gate or walls, beyond it is a stunning slender gorge, like a vivid belt in an oil painting..."

Fujiwara Reya listened absentmindedly.

His chin rested on Kasahara Fumi’s shoulder, its color of a beautiful shoulder having a shy quality, unaccustomed to contact with air, a sheen hiding all spring long.

Kasahara Fumi probably thought this was too intimate, so she silently shrugged her shoulder.

This gesture clearly meant "Our relationship isn’t close enough for you to rest your chin on my shoulder." It was an instinctual move, as she seemed to forget about his more intimate embrace. Or perhaps the indecisive her acquiesced to this level of closeness.

"Hey hey!" Mrs. Kasahara frowned, unhappily asking, "You two are so wrapped up in each other, you’re not even listening to what I’m saying, are you?"

"No, I’m listening." Kasahara Fumi quickly explained.

"You’re the one who pushed me down here, what’s the point of being unhappy now?" Fujiwara Reya unrestrainedly mocked her.

"Get up, get up!" Mrs. Kasahara laughed and scolded, "You’ve polluted this bath, hurry up and get out so I can wash."

Fujiwara Reya made a funny face at her: "Don’t drink my bathwater."

Climbing out fully dressed, he was kicked out of the bath, asked a maid for a new set of clothes to change into, then returned to the screen in front of the bath, giving it a gentle knock: "May I come in?"

"What do you think?"

Inside the bath, Madam Kasahara’s clear voice could be heard.

The voice resonated generously and broadly under the ceiling.

"I guess not." Fujiwara Reya turned to leave.