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“Liar,” she cursed.

Fujiwara Izaya grabbed her chin with one hand and asked loudly, "Who's the liar?"

“…You!” Kawashima Miki covered her face with her hands, her tone not so firm.

"Heh, take your hand off me." Fujiwara Izaya sneered, his right hand slipping under the hem of her mourning clothes. "Otherwise, I'll NTR your husband during his funeral, and I mean it."

"I'm warning you! Take your hands out!" she said forcefully, but Kawashima Miki couldn't stop his hand from reaching under her clothes. She stubbornly continued to cover her face for a while, and slowly, her stiff body softened, and her shoulders trembled slightly.

"Take your hand away!" Fujiwara Izaya continued to apply pressure.

"No!" Kawashima Miki choked out, "Bastard! Why should I listen to you!"

"Three, two," Fujiwara Izaya's hand continued upwards, touching the edge of the button, "One!"

"I'm free!"

Kawashima Miki cried out instantly.

Fujiwara Izaya stopped what he was doing and waited for her to let go.

After a long silence, Kawashima Miki quietly sobbed before asking in a hoarse voice, "...Could you please stop bothering me?"

"Put your hand down!" Fujiwara Ryaya really wanted to see her expression right now.

"..."

Another silence fell. Kawashima Miki slowly relented, gently lowering her hands. Her gaze darted around, avoiding Fujiwara Izaya's eyes, instead staring intently at the damp sky in the courtyard, her face hardened, and she remained silent.

A flock of small birds, soaked by the rain, flew to the eaves to take shelter from the downpour. Their dark eyes curiously observed the two humans embracing each other.

Kawashima Miki was in a state of great turmoil.

Despite her desire to project a tough image, her slightly trembling shoulders betrayed her anxiety.

"Isn't this cute?" Fujiwara Izaya supported her buttocks to make sure she didn't fall off his lap.

But as soon as he moved, Kawashima Miki, who was riding on his back, immediately noticed the abnormality beneath her, and her body, which had just softened, suddenly stiffened again.

Her expression changed, and her lips pursed slightly: "Don't go too far. Can you please stop bothering me?"

"How can I sever ties?" Fujiwara Izaya asked her.

"..." Kawashima Miki hesitated for a moment, then pleaded softly, "Please don't contact me anymore, okay? Let's just pretend we never met."

“Sure,” Fujiwara Izaya replied.

Kawashima Miki's face lit up with joy: "Really?"

“Really?” Fujiwara Izaya nodded. “If you do just one transgression with me, I will never bother you again.”

“I can’t do anything outrageous, or maybe I’m just not cut out for it!” Kawashima Miki shook her head violently. “I cherish my body very much, and I would never do that with you!”

"I didn't say anything about it." Fujiwara Ryaya looked at her with a half-smile. "Or is it that whenever Madam sees me, she immediately thinks of that kind of thing?"

"..."

Kawashima Miki simply shut up and didn't want to say a word to him.

"Alright, it's time to talk about how to punish you." Fujiwara Izaya still didn't let go of her, his hand supporting her firm, round buttocks as he stared at her intently. "Not answering your calls or replying to your texts is one thing, but you demolished my house. How do you explain that?"

“It wasn’t me…” Kawashima Miki looked away.

"Don't treat me like a child." Fujiwara Izaya narrowed his eyes slightly. "That night you kept me occupied because you wanted to tear down the Asakusa Shrine, didn't you?"

Kawashima Miki remained silent.

Clearly, she had been caught red-handed, and she couldn't continue to argue.

“Oh, and I ran into you at the Onmyōryō last time,” Fujiwara Izaya continued, “that day you were looking for a way to convert the Asakusa Shrine site into commercial use, right? Don’t deny it, or I’ll take you to Director Takeuchi’s place for a confrontation right now.”

Kawashima Miki's eyebrows twitched slightly. Without looking at him, she quietly hummed in agreement.

"That's right, you've been lying to me all along." Fujiwara Izaya raised one hand, wrapped it around her neck, and pressed his forehead against hers. "I'm so heartbroken, really. I've always been sincere to you, but you've been lying to me, deceiving such an innocent little boy like me. Doesn't your conscience hurt?"

"You're so naive?" Kawashima Miki was so angry she laughed.

“Of course it’s innocent!” Fujiwara Izaya said seriously. “That night at the Empress's Palace, my first kiss was with you. Isn’t that innocent?”

Kawashima Miki's face stiffened.

Rekindled by painful memories, she retorted angrily, "So you're the only one with a first kiss? Wasn't mine one too?!"

She had barely uttered the shout when she realized something was amiss, and her initial forceful tone immediately weakened. Even the birds that had come to seek shelter from the rain were startled and took flight, disappearing into the downpour.

Married but still keeping her first kiss… Fujiwara Izaya pondered the meaning of those words for a few seconds, suddenly feeling a surge of excitement and joy. He brushed aside a few strands of hair from Kawashima Miki's forehead and lightly kissed her forehead: “Madam, you’re so adorable.”

"Get lost!" Kawashima Miki raised her hand and slammed it into his head. "You're just treating me like a fool!"

Fujiwara Izaya had no time to dodge, and a fist slammed into his head, causing him excruciating pain.

However, this punch still couldn't wipe the nonchalant smile off his face.

"..." Kawashima Miki couldn't face the smile that made her feel uneasy. Her gaze turned to the courtyard in the rain, but she didn't seem to get off Fujiwara Izaya. It was as if she had tacitly agreed, or as if she had resigned herself to her fate.

“What should we do, hmm…” Fujiwara Izaya looked at her lips. “Madam, how about we kiss?”

"..."

Kawashima Miki's breath hitched.

“Let’s finish what we didn’t finish that night,” Fujiwara Izaya continued, “and we can’t just stop there, we have to do a French kiss.”

Kawashima Miki immediately covered her face.

A mighty empress!

How could I possibly kiss a little brat!

“It’s very simple, just open your mouth and bring your face closer,” Fujiwara Rinya whispered in her ear. “Why don’t you give it a try? Besides, we’re such good friends, why are you being so reserved, Madam?”

“We have absolutely no relationship!” Kawashima Miki said with a dark face, glancing at him through her fingers.

"How can you so irresponsibly sever ties?" Fujiwara Izaya chuckled, then said in a suggestive tone, "How about this, tell me the whole story? There's an old Chinese saying, 'Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor.' If you tell me the whole story, maybe I'll stop bullying you."

Kawashima Miki lowered her hand and looked at his face.

That look in his eyes held a mixture of suspicion, attraction, and, more than anything, hesitation.

Chapter 82. Let's cause a ruckus!

The rain got heavier again.

The oleanders swayed violently under the pounding raindrops, the moisture and fragrance mingling with the rich, sweet scent of Kawashima Miki, filling the slightly gloomy sky. A large, jet-black crow flew in and landed on the oleanders, staring wide-eyed at its young master, who was once again neglecting his duties, just like an audience member watching a stage play.

"Boom!"

A distant rumble of thunder filled the silence just in time.

The thunder was distant yet intense, and it grew louder and louder. Fujiwara Izaya glanced outside, just as a bolt of lightning flashed across the treetops in the courtyard, nearly striking the crow.

The rain intensified at that moment.

The torrential rain turned the surroundings into a white expanse, mud flew everywhere, and the rain was exceptionally fierce.

"Have you thought about what to say?" Fujiwara Izaya looked at Kawashima Miki, his hands on her waist, controlling her balance and preventing her from escaping. "My lovely wife, if you wait too long, someone will find out."

Kawashima Miki remained silent for a long time.

She felt a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, as if her body was covered by an invisible film, making it impossible for her pores to breathe.

A heavy, mountain-like pressure pressed down on her body without warning, making it impossible for her to straighten up. She opened her mouth slightly, unable to utter a word, only able to breathe shallowly.

"Sweetie," Fujiwara Izaya raised a hand and gently patted her back, coaxing her like a child, "Don't tire yourself out, come and rest on me for a bit."

Even though it was just a few light pats, Kawashima Miki's body swayed as if she were about to collapse.

Sweat beaded on her forehead, back, and thighs, and her will to resist was slowly waning. She wanted to laugh out loud, and at the same time, she wanted to cry out loud, but she couldn't do either. Caught between these two emotions, she couldn't shift her focus to either side, and she couldn't make sense of anything.

“Madam, there’s no need to be afraid,” Fujiwara Izaya comforted her.

At the same time, he pressed down hard on Kawashima Miki's back, pushing it towards his chest.

Kawashima Miki felt dizzy and her body went limp without her realizing it. She leaned forward, inhaled the scent of Fujiwara Izaya, and finally, gently rested her chin on his shoulder.

In an instant, the heavy pressure on his body vanished.

The exhilarating feeling of regaining freedom made Kawashima Miki lean against Fujiwara Izaya's shoulder, her whole body tingling with pleasure, and she murmured with her eyes half-closed, "...How amazing, what exactly happened..."

The crow on the oleander simply rolled its eyes.

This foolish woman is beyond saving. Based on Dark Raven's understanding of the young master's character, he dares to bet on the honor of the dog, no, on the celestial dog—that this young widow's future is destined to be manipulated by the young master.

The torrential rain in May fell straight down, making a pleasant sound as it tapped against the eaves.

Fujiwara Izaya held Kawashima Miki's soft body in his arms, gently stroking her cheeks like petting a cute little pet. Looking at her flushed cheeks and feeling the warm pressure of her skin, he couldn't help but smile smugly: "My wife is so cute, just like a little kitten."

Hearing his smug laughter, Kawashima Miki's anger flared up again.

She kept a cold expression on her face, glancing sideways at Fujiwara Izaya's ear: "You forced me! I won't let you hold me willingly! Dream on, brat! What are you laughing at? What's so funny? If you're a man, let me go!"

"Alright, alright, stop being so temperamental." Fujiwara Izaya turned his head, buried his face in her dark hair, and took a deep breath. "You should be honest with me about what happened earlier."

"...I didn't say I was going to confess!" Kawashima Miki bit her lip in a huff, refusing to speak.

Fujiwara Rinya chuckled, inhaling the fragrance in her hair, and said, "Then let me guess myself. If I guess right, madam, nod; if I guess wrong, madam, shake your head, okay?"

Kawashima Miki rested quietly on his shoulder, without saying a word.

The black mourning clothes seemed to be custom-made to match the gloomy sky, allowing her to blend perfectly into this rain-soaked world.

“First of all,” Fujiwara Izaya organized his thoughts, “the marriage between your wife and your deceased husband was a sham.”

After saying that, he heard a haughty snort from Kawashima Miki: "...Even if it's fake, it has nothing to do with you."

"How can you say it has nothing to do with me?" Fujiwara Rinya teased her chuckled. "Think about it, with the marriage involved, my relationship with my wife is an NTR storyline. But a fake marriage is a pure love storyline. In this way, being with my wife satisfies my NTR fetish while also allowing me to enjoy the happiness of pure love. How can you say it has nothing to do with me?"

"..." Kawashima Miki's eyes flickered with complicated emotions, and she breathed heavily, "...You're the pervert, don't drag me into it!"

"Uh, why are you angry again?" Fujiwara Izaya gently patted her back like he was coaxing a child. "Okay, okay, I'll listen to you from now on, alright?"

"Humph!"

Kawashima Miki snorted coldly, then closed her eyes and hummed in agreement, saying nothing more.

Once her breathing had calmed down and she wasn't so angry anymore, she came to her senses... That reaction just now was weird; it sounded like she and he were actually having an affair.