I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 608 - 205. Let Amaterasu bear the surname ’Fujiwara’ in her crown! _7

Chapter 608: 205. Let Amaterasu bear the surname ’Fujiwara’ in her crown! _7

"Are you sure you can handle it?"

Amaterasu smiled faintly, opening her large eyes, staring intently at Fujiwara Reya.

"I think it’s fifty-fifty." Fujiwara Reya scratched his head.

Is this what it feels like to bare one’s soul? To put it extremely, Amaterasu quite enjoyed it. The atmosphere of the conversation was particularly intimate. Whether Fujiwara Reya behaved meticulously or with constant small gestures, it could all stir little emotions within her heart, as if she were enveloped in gentleness.

When it comes down to it, life in Takamagahara was still rather boring. An existence as noble as Amaterasu might not even live as enriched a life as an ordinary woman in the human world.

As she was leaving, cracks in the void appeared before her.

In those cracks, fireworks and colorful clouds shimmered brightly, the ultimate beauty subtly revealing a glimpse of Takamagahara.

"I have a question," Amaterasu hovered in the air, smiling back, "who usually calls the shots in your family?"

"Uh..."

Fujiwara Reya fell into a dilemma.

Out of pride, he naturally wanted to say that he called the shots.

But in reality... at present, Mrs. Miki called the shots, and in the future, maybe Mrs. Himeko would... anyway, it wouldn’t be him, a henpecked husband, who’d get a say.

"Forget it, coward." Amaterasu waved her hand, "From now on, I’ll call the shots, got it? If you dare disagree... at your level, you don’t have the right to disagree... keep practicing diligently, see if you can one day ride over the Supreme God’s head."

As her words fell, her figure descended into the prismatic glow of the clouds.

Fujiwara Reya gazed at her.

Her graceful figure, like a rain of fire, her long black hair dancing against the fire, unparalleled in beauty.

Fujiwara Tenkou... what a fitting name!

Thinking about it, he immediately felt refreshed, striding back to the two chairpersons with an air of disregard for all.

The sliding door was open, and the two mothers-in-law sat before the tea table.

Their radiant beauty seemed to gently illuminate the dimness inside the room.

The gentle and dignified Hoshimi Yoko, with her cheeks puffed out, stared at him without a word.

The noble and beautiful Kasahara Hikari, arms crossed, said coldly, "We thought you got so enraptured by the Great God that you couldn’t find your way back."

Fujiwara Reya shrank his neck and changed the subject by asking, "When are we going back to the mainland?"

"Oh, shortly." Mrs. Hoshimi’s expression was slightly resentful.

Mrs. Kasahara raised an eyebrow, "Once ashore, head straight to the Nasu Plateau."

"Alrighty!" Fujiwara Reya cheerfully returned to them.

Whether it was Himeko’s beautiful, passionate big eyes, or Yako’s gentle femininity, both allowed him to experience happiness, a sweet feeling deep in the heart.

"Before departing, could the two chairpersons see me off?" Fujiwara Reya asked.

"How would you like us to see you off?" Mrs. Kasahara asked.

Her sensual lips, high nose, and dark eyes all radiated with amusement.

"Dance for this king!" Fujiwara Reya straightened his back, brimming with spirit, "And then... make me a bowl of lotus seed porridge for breakfast."

The two ladies exchanged a look, their emotions unspoken.

"Nostalgic for the old songs, repeatedly singing of the humble, humble hemp thread ball, turning the past into the present..."

A cold and thin singing voice resounded, lingering around the ears.

The two chairpersons, batting long sleeves, began dancing gracefully.

At this time, their outfits were luxurious garments conjured with divine power: static hats, gold leaf, inlaid with gold and silver embroidered kimono inner skirts, golden edge belts, etc... They tiptoed, gently lifting their skirts in the candlelight, spinning and spinning, their flowing garments like withering colorful butterflies. The tender skin, radiant as snow under clusters of candlelight, displayed a charming allure.

"Mountain cherry blossoms fall, the wind blows like snow, the light breeze of flowers, please visit Ashizuka’s traces, please visit Ashizuka’s traces."

In the candlelight, their hair emitted a gentle glow.

Like shadows following shape, they danced the same steps, the romantic and intricate love story of Minamoto no Yoshitsune and Shizuka Gozen was performed beautifully and magnificently by them.

Fujiwara Reya’s thoughts floated.

In Hidden God Town, he had already felt firsthand what the Imperial Concubine was like. At that time, she also wore nostalgic dance clothes and danced, possessing incomparable beauty.

The two chairpersons’ graceful dance gradually came to a stop.

In the flickering candlelight, Mrs. Kasahara came leaping over, agile like a sprite of the lights.

Her beautiful face with rosy lips and white teeth, her snow-white tender skin blossomed before Fujiwara Reya like a flower. She wiped the sweat off her forehead, lazily leaning on the table, the bright red dress draping back over her. While wiping sweat, the red silk fell, covering her peerless beauty.

Fujiwara Reya looked at her.

A red flannel nightgown, a knitted shawl draped over her shoulders, just like a young girl.

After Mrs. Hoshimi sat down, her expression seemed like she was about to say something, but no words came, and suddenly she appeared instinctively shy.

Close by, Fujiwara Reya felt as if he sensed her body warmth.

"I’d like to talk with you again if there’s a chance..." she said softly.

Mrs. Kasahara turned her head cautiously, "Talk about what?"

"What’s it to you...?" Mrs. Hoshimi looked at her friend with a smile and exasperation.

"Yako’s business is my business!" Mrs. Kasahara boldly wrapped her arms around her shoulders, tilting her eyes to glare at Fujiwara Reya, "Don’t think about secretly bullying Yako!"

In truth, you’ve always been the one bullying her... Fujiwara Reya thought to himself.

"Hikari~"

Mrs. Hoshimi’s eyes, misty and cool, were slightly dreamy.