"Just wait and see." Mrs. Imperial smiled confidently.
"Can I kiss you anywhere else?"
"Go ahead and try."
"I will, then."
The sun had set a little more, and Mrs. Imperial leaned comfortably into Fujiwara Reya's embrace, squinting her eyes in contentment.
Though her age hadn't changed, her actions now seemed rejuvenated, possessing a youthful charm. However, her waist was unmistakably that of a mature woman, voluptuous yet firm to the touch, her waistline nearly delicate enough to be held with one hand. What couldn't be found in a young girl was that round, pert bottom tightly wrapped in a kimono, plump to the touch yet not giving off a sense of bulk.
Fujiwara Reya fully appreciated it.
The beauty of her body was an eternal beauty, like the moment one reaches a peak and sees the snow-covered summit!
Her allure also reached its zenith at this time, reaching the pinnacle of perfection.
