CHAPTER 496: 173. IMPERFECT POSSESSION IS NOT ALLOWED IN MY DICTIONARY. _3

"Linlin, won’t you come and bathe with Mom?"

"Huh?"

"Hurry up, or else Mom will be mad!"

What a piece of work... Fujiwara Reya shrugged, then slid open the screen to enter the bath.

In the steamy heat, Mrs. Kasahara’s face was flushed as she lay by the pool’s edge, grinning, "Haven’t you always wanted to bathe with Mom?"

"I definitely don’t have such thoughts," Fujiwara Reya said, looking at Kasahara Fumi at the dressing table.

"He’s lying," Mrs. Kasahara gently slapped the water’s surface, saying, "If you don’t believe me, I’ll stand up right now, and you’ll see if he looks at me."

As a calm and collected middle-aged beauty, she instantly stood up after speaking, emerging like a lotus blooming from the water. Those full curves momentarily captured all of Fujiwara Reya’s gaze.

No shame at all in that body.

Nearly forty years seemed to have been crossed in one step by her, leaving no trace. Her nose remained dainty and elegant, her lovely big eyes still glancing around... if a woman in her prime is a delicate jade under the shade, then she is the charm of flowers under the sun. As Fujiwara Reya looked at her, he suddenly recalled the beauties of the Capital City with paper umbrellas and wooden clogs on the stone-paved roads, the play of light and dark perfectly reflecting the essence of beauty.

Mrs. Kasahara remained utterly calm, not even glancing at Fujiwara Reya, but instead complaining to her daughter, "Fukaeri, look at him, he didn’t blink one bit, yet he denies wanting to bathe together. Lying all the time..."

"Please, continue enjoying your bath!" Fujiwara Reya quickly turned his back on her and went to the dressing table.

Kasahara Fumi hadn’t witnessed what had just happened; she was focused on the reflection of herself in the mirror.

She was already in a light blue yukata, with a belt wrapped around her waist. The sleeves of her yukata slipped from her raised arms, covering the curve of her back, giving her poised appearance.

Fujiwara Reya bent down to explain to her, "It’s instinct to look once. I can guarantee, I won’t look a second time... um, with you present."

"Blabbermouth," Kasahara Fumi irritably tapped him with a comb.

"Let me help you comb your hair," Fujiwara Reya grabbed the comb and helped to comb her hair. Seeing her frosty expression, he continued saying cheesy things as he combed, "Look at your brows, they paint the dreams of thousands of young men. Your lips, your wrists..." Saying this, his shoulder leaned on Kasahara Fumi’s shoulder, "... your legs, and your hands. Don’t move, stay still and let me help you comb your hair, so beautiful! The shine on half your face is like the soft light before dawn. On the boundary between night and dawn, your perfect profile emerges. Oops, I told you not to move, can’t you stay still like a child when getting your hair combed..."

"...Let me be quiet for a moment." Kasahara Fumi had never felt so exhausted.

Through the mirror, she saw Fujiwara Reya’s face peeking out from her nape, looking as if he had just sprinted in a brisk wind, his clear eyes meeting hers in the mirror, not a hint of hesitation.

Such an intense gaze, impudent, simple, conveying his inner thoughts.

Kasahara Fumi felt her face burning, her hands warm.

Having spent much time with Fujiwara Reya, she had almost gotten used to his sudden sweet words, somewhat hidden expressions of love... But such straightforward, passionate words, could you tone it down a bit? I can’t handle so much all at once!

Behind them came the sound of splashing water, and Mrs. Kasahara’s lazy, sweet voice.

"Koriya, aren’t you coming down to bathe with Mom? How long are you going to wait?"

"Don’t even think about tempting me!" Fujiwara Reya said firmly.

At the same time, his hands slipped under Kasahara Fumi’s arms, seizing the opportunity to hug her.

Kasahara Fumi was both annoyed and helpless.

Fresh from the bath, her warm body shared its heat, which carried a beauty of its own, along with the untouched firmness of her chest.

"Let’s go, outside." Fujiwara Reya held her as he stood up and left the bathroom.

On the coffee table in the room were tea sets engraved with the family crest, along with some small, exquisite sandwiches and Japanese pastries, cookies. Kasahara Fumi’s blue yukata fit her very well, and freshly bathed, her skin was tender to the utmost, making her look indescribably beautiful. The small, unshod feet, the beauty of their lines, were akin to ivory carvings.

After sitting down, she picked up a book from the table, absent-mindedly leafing through it.

Fujiwara Reya opened the window a bit, letting the night wind blow on his face, the rush of blood finally calming. Not long after, the sound of water splashing came from the bath, as Mrs. Kasahara, robe draped over her shoulders and hair still damp, walked out.

Watching Fujiwara Reya stand by the window, she wasn’t surprised at all, merely asking casually, "Why are you still hanging around here?"

Fujiwara Reya turned and said, "I plan to stay the night here."

"No way!" Kasahara Fumi looked up from her book.

"Did you hear, no way." Mrs. Kasahara laughed, "If my daughter says no, then it’s no, even pleading with Mom won’t work."

"Why so serious now, we’re all in the same boat!" Fujiwara Reya quipped at her, returning to the sofa.

Mrs. Kasahara also sat down.

The mother and daughter sandwiched him in the middle.

After the bath, Mrs. Kasahara’s skin was exceptionally beautiful, her cheeks ablaze like flames. Fujiwara Reya tilted his head, smiling earnestly, asking her, "How about you both sleep in the bed tonight and I take the sofa?"