"You... you let go of me..." the dharma body murmured softly.
Despite saying that, the dharma body's arms wrapped around Fujiwara Reya's neck, instinctively responding to his kiss. This peerless woman just kept burrowing into his embrace, allowing him to have his way.
"Interesting..."
Amaterasu sensed a hint of submissive sweetness.
Amusing, she thought blissfully, this sweetness was just a cunning gift from the Great God to the young man.
The dimly lit room was filled with an indescribable atmosphere.
That blurred body, the softness of the skin, the fragrance it emitted, her fantasies, the lingering shame, it was the glowing sun under Fujiwara Reya's ravaging.
After a long time.
Fujiwara Reya's physical body woke up.
"Ah~"
He yawned lazily.
"Lady Amaterasu..." Fujiwara Reya stretched refreshingly, glancing around, "Where are Riho and Toyosuki no Okami? Where did they go, hmm?" He paused, looking at Amaterasu's slightly flushed face, "Why is your face so red?"
