"You... ugh... let go!"
Ignoring her struggles, Fujiwara Reya placed her on the dressing table, spreading her legs so she sat flat on the surface.
"...You bastard!" Kawashima Miki covered her face, her body softening as she allowed him to kiss her.
A rush of air disturbed from behind.
The Snow Woman, wrapped in frost, drifted inside.
With sapphire-like eyes, she curiously surveyed her master.
"...Ugh, Fujiwara!" Kawashima Miki's body froze for a moment, whimpering, "Snow Treasure is here, let me go first..."
Ever since she assumed the role of the mistress, she forbade Fujiwara Reya from touching the two little ones, taking care of them like a godmother... Now, she wouldn't let the small ones touch them, yet here she was caught red-handed sneaking a taste herself, how embarrassing...
"Snow Treasure, don't look!" Fujiwara Reya instructed.
Snow Woman reluctantly turned her face away.
"...Ugh!" The skin on Kawashima Miki's neck turned red like the sunset's afterglow.
