"How are we being intimate?"
"I say it's intimate, so it's intimate!"
"... I've just met her for the first time, could you please be reasonable."
"I'm here to marry you, not to reason with you."
"..."
Seeing Fujiwara Reya's handsome face being kneaded into various shapes by Kawashima Miki right in front of him, looking aggrieved yet not daring to speak, Kasahara Fumi couldn't help but laugh.
Good!
This is exactly how to deal with a scumbag—without reasoning.
The shadows cast by the tall trees shifted as evening approached.
The performance on the other side ended, and many guests and the maidens performing kabuki were strolling in the cherry blossom grove, their luxurious clothes partially visible through the leaves.
"Should we go have some fun?" Fujiwara Reya gazed at the stage and spoke to Kawashima Miki.
"Let's go." Natsuki Kuri led the way forward.
Kawashima Miki, after some thought, followed along.
