"Himeko, you actually said I'm having menopause—"
With Mrs. Hoshimi's sharp voice, the two ladies were wrestling on the sofa. Mrs. Hoshimi wore a simple but high-end short-sleeve dress, revealing delicate collarbones and smooth calves as she struggled, giving Fujiwara Reya a feast for his eyes.
Kawashima Miki leaned slightly towards him.
"Let's go back to the room later." Fujiwara Reya said.
"I won't let you into my room." Kawashima Miki propped her elbow on the armrest, resting her round face against it.
Her exquisite oval face was in her early twenties, a woman's most beautiful age.
"Your room is my room." Fujiwara Reya pinched her cheek, her skin incredibly elastic, softly undulating like mochi.
"Humph!"
Kawashima Miki brushed his hand aside.
Fujiwara Reya pulled her into his arms, wrapping her slender body snugly against his chest.
"Miss Miki." he said softly.
"Hmm?" Kawashima Miki closed her eyes contentedly in his embrace.
"Madam."
"Hmm."
