I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 607 - 205. Let Amaterasu bear the surname ’Fujiwara’ in her crown! _6

Chapter 607: 205. Let Amaterasu bear the surname ’Fujiwara’ in her crown! _6

Saying that, she raised her right hand, making a downward slicing gesture.

Fujiwara Reya couldn’t help but shudder.

Across from him, it seemed like two cold flames ignited in Mrs. Hoshimi’s pupils.

In that case, what about her daughter’s happiness!

Mrs. Kasahara also frowned unhappily!

Amid the crackling of firewood, the flames gradually died down, and Fujiwara Reya raised his hand, gently squeezing Amaterasu’s exquisite and fragrant shoulder. Her fair skin peeked enticingly from beneath the red collar of her robe.

"Just help me once more, okay?" he asked again.

Amaterasu lowered her head, tightly pressing her lower lip.

This appearance etched itself into Fujiwara Reya’s eyes, making him involuntarily lower his hand a bit.

"Aunt Amaterasu, when I was a kid, I loved being with you... That warmth back then, like a hot spring, often wells up in my heart. You are the supreme Great God, the gentle and forgiving Sun Goddess, you wouldn’t be so heartless, would you?"

Under his massage, Amaterasu’s expression grew even more content, her fair, long neck flushed red.

Her demeanor was completely at ease, quite reassured.

"I’ll listen to everything you say from now on." Fujiwara Reya’s face neared hers.

There was a surge of emotion in Amaterasu’s eyes.

"I could even treat the Mother God as a mother-in-law."

"Uh..."

Amaterasu straightened up.

"I was just saying it casually..." she said, her face unnaturally.

"I took it seriously!" Fujiwara Reya gently patted her shoulder and pulled her back into his embrace, "Come to think of it, adding the surname ’Fujiwara’ before Amaterasu sounds nice too."

"No, no..."

Amaterasu refused verbally, yet her body softly nestled against his chest.

After all, she was the supreme god; Fujiwara Reya could only speak, but the actual decisions were all up to her.

Unable to resist Fujiwara Reya’s pestering and discreet actions, Amaterasu’s face turned bashfully, and she sighed softly, saying, "Let go, I’ll talk to you slowly."

Fujiwara Reya immediately released his hold.

Amaterasu remained nestled in his arms and hadn’t stood up, raising her hand, and the heavenly sword appeared in his palm.

Fujiwara Reya took the sword directly and continued asking, "What else?"

"So greedy!"

Amaterasu raised her hand and lightly tapped him on the forehead.

As her sleeve fell, the skin visible from her wrist to sleeve was a stark white, with a texture of sunlight.

"Mainly because Aunt Amaterasu spoils me too much..." Fujiwara Reya gently pressed her shoulder with his hand, his lips near her warm neck, slowly moving, "What should I do then?"

"Go to Nasu Plateau," Amaterasu said helplessly.

Regarding the shameless and childishly begging Fujiwara Reya, she felt a toothache of hatred but couldn’t do anything about him. If he threw a tantrum, it would be great because she could use her senior status to teach him a lesson, lock him in a little dark room to reflect...

"What happens after going to Nasu Plateau?"

"Find your little aunt; there’s a big gift waiting for you." Amaterasu stood up, relaxed her shoulders, "I won’t say anything about what’s next, let’s go, and back to Takamagahara."

Fujiwara Reya stood up with her: "I’ll see you off."

The two walked out of the room, walked along the ship’s side for a while, and arrived on the deck.

A thin moon hung in the pitch-black sky, and the breeze brought a refreshing coolness to the skin. Amaterasu looked up at the moonlight and sighed softly.

"Thinking of Lord Tsukuyomi?" Fujiwara Reya asked.

"Born as a god, I can only accept such a fate." Amaterasu turned around, her wide skirt fluttering in the wind, "No matter how close, experiencing millennia and endless years, there will ultimately be a day it fades..."

"I’ll do my best to keep your passion!"

What prompted Fujiwara Reya to say such words arose within him. It was a courage seemingly defying time and an attempt to conceal the sweetness of his childhood dreams.

"Don’t do that; it’s too scary," Amaterasu said, quietly fastening her collar, as if recalling something, casually asked, "Can’t you see under my clothes?"

"How could I not see?"

"Did you just peek earlier?"

"You knew it all along."

"Oh, bold indeed!" Amaterasu coldly chuckled.

"That’s true, but if you truly didn’t want me to see, you had many ways to prevent it."

"Really?" Amaterasu seemed baffled, looking down at her chest, "Why say these things? Whether I allow it or not, what does it matter to you? Do not fathom the will of the gods with the mind of a mortal."

What Fujiwara Reya said seemed like it had no effect on her.

Yet, it made him even more spirited.

"How could it be unrelated? When I was four or five, I accidentally saw it once when you were changing clothes in my room. Although I saw it through the door crack, that beautiful shape still lingers in my mind."

"Why?"

"Because I matured early, and with your identity..."

"Right, I am the supreme god..." Amaterasu nodded thoughtfully, then quietly shrugged her shoulders, "Could it be that you’re confessing your feelings?"

"How should I say this, between you and me, we’ve been close for ages." As he said this, Fujiwara Reya reached over and hugged her tightly, "I think, even back then, having Amaterasu bear the ’Fujiwara’ surname was my greatest dream."

"Forget it; you’re just trying to scare people."

"Maybe there’s also a feeling of wanting to surpass my father involved."

"Surpass what?"

"He’s been my idol since I was a child, almost an all-around existence. But now the Amaterasu, whom he couldn’t manage to deal with, I can..." Just after saying this, Fujiwara Reya realized he had suddenly blurted out an inappropriate comment; perhaps it was due to being overly emotional.