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"do not know."

"How ridiculous, we took their things for free."

“Mom,” Hoshimi Rinko blinked her dark eyes, “let us juniors attend in your place and Chairman Kasa’s place.”

"You have some ulterior motives?" Mrs. Hoshimi smiled meaningfully.

“A little…” Hoshimi Rinko nodded frankly, “I want to see the fireworks festival.”

As she spoke, she moved her beautiful shoulders. Fujiwara Izaya, who was gazing at her, caught a slight smile on her lips. Smelling the soft fragrance emanating from his senior, he returned a smile that went unnoticed by anyone.

Summer in Japan is filled with festivals of all sizes. And no matter the festival, fireworks, yukata (light cotton kimono), and takoyaki (octopus balls) are indispensable.

Kasahara Asuka's eyes darted around a few times, unusually lively and expressive.

"Mommy, Mommy~" she said to Mrs. Kasahara in a spoiled manner.

Mrs. Kasahara clenched her left fist and rested it on her cheek, her brow furrowed with the sorrow of a young woman: "Does Xiangxiang want me and Miko, two old folks, to stay at home?"

"Hehe~" Kasahara Asuka had a mischievous look on her face.

"Eh? Your daughter doesn't love her mother anymore..." Mrs. Kasahara rolled up her sleeves, revealing her snow-white arms, and pointed to the kitchen: "How about this, make your mother a bowl of love-filled ramen, and if it's good, you can go."

"Thank you, thank you... Mom!"

"You're welcome."

"I just want to thank you..."

As she spoke, the girl nimbly got up and ran barefoot to the kitchen.

"Put on your shoes..." Mrs. Kasahara said with a headache.

Mrs. Hoshimi also glanced at her daughter.

"I'll go right now." Hoshimi Rinko obediently stood up and left with soft steps.

"Put on your shoes..." Mrs. Hoshimi said, equally troubled.

"Seriously, they both seem to be bewitched by a vixen!" Mrs. Kasahara said, looking at Fujiwara Izaya, who was still wearing a fox mask.

“That’s right,” Mrs. Hoshimi said, looking at him. “Young girls’ feet are so delicate and soft, how can they be protected without shoes? Unlike us old folks in our thirties and forties, the skin on the soles of our feet doesn’t change much whether we wear shoes or not.”

"I'll go help!" Fujiwara Izaya immediately ran out.

Soon, the sound of running water came from the kitchen, along with the chattering of three younger relatives.

"I really don't know what will become of my daughter in the future," Mrs. Kasahara sighed with emotion.

Hearing her daughter's voice coming from the kitchen, Mrs. Hoshimi said, "You're the one who has it worse, having to worry about two daughters."

“Hmm. Actually, I’m considering whether to let Fuka Eri start her own business.” Mrs. Kasahara said softly, looking at the pine trees outside the window. “Asuka has to borrow my position and can’t leave. If Fuka Eri goes out on her own, at least she won’t be subject to so many restrictions like Asuka.”

"Start a new business?"

"Wouldn't this be better?"

"What do your family matters have to do with me..." Mrs. Hoshimi looked out the window with boredom.

Towering pine trees came into view, but perhaps because it was night, the overlapping layers of their leaves were not clearly distinguishable.

“It’s very relevant. We’re best friends, we’ve known each other since we were little, Miko, you can’t abandon me.”

"Hey, be quiet. You're almost forty, stop acting like a child!"

"Who says a forty-year-old can't act cute?" Mrs. Kasahara flicked her sleeve, her oversized clothes concealing her ample breasts.

Mrs. Hoshimi rubbed her eyes as if she had a headache: "Old woman, why don't you go back to your room and sleep?"

"No!" Mrs. Kasahara said like a rebellious teenager, taking out a few amulets from her pocket.

Mrs. Hoshimi looked over and asked, "What's that?"

"I casually got these at the temple during the day. They're three love charms, one for me, one for Eri, and one for Asuka. I even drew a fortune stick, and all three of us, mother and daughters, got very lucky! Hehe, my family will definitely have a happy and fulfilling future." Mrs. Kasahara smiled innocently.

"That's something only a little girl would do!" Mrs. Hoshimi quipped.

Mrs. Kasahara gently traced her finger across her delicate lips: "That just means I'm still young! Miko, you're jealous of me, aren't you?"

"Almost forty, old woman!" Hoshimi took off the white sock on her right foot and stretched it out. "Let me smell your stinky feet to clear your head."

"ah!"

Mrs. Kasahara grabbed him from behind, and the two of them started wrestling.

When the three younger relatives brought out the noodles, they saw an extremely erotic scene: Mrs. Hoshimi was pinned to the floor, her face flushed, her small breasts heaving, while Mrs. Kasahara had one hand under her clothes, a threatening smile on her face.

Fujiwara Izaya was somewhat surprised.

That's Chairman Hoshimi! This image of him blushing to the roots of his ears from being teased is just too... amazing. Chairman Kasa, please go all out!

“…Mom?” Hoshimi Rinko called out first.

"I was careless, I didn't dodge!" Mrs. Hoshimi said, trying to remain calm.

Mrs. Kasahara turned her head slightly, her authoritative eyes sweeping over the three children: "Fujiwara-kun, go and get two jugs of sake. The other two, go back to your rooms and sleep, or you'll have to continue training on the third day!"

"..."

After the two girls left, the two ladies tidied their clothes and sat on the tatami mats to eat noodles.

Fujiwara Izaya knelt opposite the two women, holding a bottle of sake. He would refill the glass of whoever was empty. He remained silent most of the time, simply eating noodles and drinking. The two ladies occasionally smiled at him, and he returned their smiles.

I don't know why, but I felt a little awkward.

But it was an extremely pleasant moment. The cool summer night and the sea breeze blowing into the room carried a moderate amount of moisture, making it very comfortable.

"Eh..." Mrs. Kasahara suddenly sighed and rubbed her temples.

"You don't even enjoy your meals when your daughter isn't around, right?" Mrs. Hoshimi mocked her.

“But we still have our handsome son-in-law here.” Mrs. Kasahara glanced at Fujiwara Izaya.

“Exactly!” Fujiwara Rin sat up straight again, playfully straightening his back. “With your son-in-law here, both mothers-in-law can rest assured.”

"Hey, Himeko, this is incredible!" Mrs. Hoshimi exclaimed, her eyes wide as if she had discovered some earth-shattering secret. "He said it was about his two mothers-in-law!"

! ”

“I knew what this brat was thinking all along.” Mrs. Kasahara’s eyes brightened as she stared intently at Fujiwara Izaya. “He was flirting with Xiangxiang in the morning, having a heart-to-heart talk with Rinko at noon, and then talking on his phone with Fuka Eri in the evening. He’s been spending the whole day with three women.”

"If you include the five of you..." Fujiwara Izaya awkwardly scratched his head.

"Is this kid planning to build a harem?" Mrs. Hoshimi asked.

Mrs. Kasahara said with certainty, "Absolutely."

"Rinko Kaoru, Eri Fuka, and the other two together?"

"Maybe he also wants the two of us young, single women!"

"Oh my, how audacious!" Mrs. Hoshimi looked at Fujiwara Izaya with a furious expression.

Perhaps due to the alcohol, her face was slightly flushed, her hazy, drunken eyes held a hint of shyness, and her thin lips, devoid of lipstick, revealed beautiful, neat teeth.

Fujiwara Izaya thought she looked extremely cute.

But he couldn't say that, so he could only innocently raise his hands: "...I didn't say anything, don't slander an innocent person!"

Mrs. Hoshimi looked at Mrs. Kasahara and said reproachfully, "Aren't you going to do anything about him?!"

"What does this have to do with me?" Mrs. Kasahara raised an eyebrow. "Who said at the meeting that 'only the head of the family and his wife can use matching cups'? They've already publicly chosen a husband, so it's your place to meddle."

"You have two daughters, so you'll suffer more losses, which is why you're in charge!"

"Xiangxiang needs a lesson to grow up, and I don't care."

"What about Eri Fuka?"

"She needs it more."

"..."

Mrs. Hoshimi turned her head and said, "Come back."

Fujiwara Izaya, who had quietly crawled down the corridor, could only crawl back with his head down.

"Chairperson Hoshimi, I haven't even touched my senior's hand yet..."

"You're not being honest!" Mrs. Hoshimi frowned, looking somewhat angry.

Fujiwara Izaya pretended not to hear and pleaded with Mrs. Kasahara, "I'm sleepy, can I go back to sleep first?"

"Hmm, wait a little longer..." Mrs. Kasahara said with an innocent expression, "I want to chat with Fujiwara a little longer, the atmosphere is so romantic."

Mrs. Hoshimi nudged her: "What time is it and you're still teasing him like that?"

“Haha, that’s more natural…” Mrs. Kasahara put her arm around Mrs. Hoshimi’s slender shoulder and looked out the window at the bright moonlight. “Anyway, this child doesn’t tell us the truth, so let’s have a little sparring and see who comes out on top.”

Mrs. Hoshimi was about to say something when she was interrupted by Mrs. Kasahara's whisper.

Fujiwara Izaya couldn't hear what they were saying; all he could hear were the chirping of insects in the courtyard and the sound of waves in the distance.

A pair of large moths flew in through the open window, circling the light bulb. Their wings spread, scattering pollen that drifted down onto the tatami mat. The three women all noticed the moths. Mrs. Hoshimi said helplessly, "I'll have to talk to Rinko about this later."

"Senior knows," Fujiwara Izaya replied honestly.

"Knowing that she's still so good to you..." Mrs. Hoshimi murmured for a moment, then sighed and said, "It must be because you're a very cautious person and don't tell her anything."

"I've already said a lot."

"I thought you liked Rinko."

"I do like it a bit."

"You like other people too, huh!" Mrs. Hoshimi rolled her eyes at him.

"You can like the blue sky and the white clouds at the same time, right?" Fujiwara Izaya smiled and didn't continue the topic.

"Speaking of which, Fujiwara-kun is indeed charming," Mrs. Kasahara said jokingly. "If I were twenty years younger and went to the same school as you, Fujiwara-kun, I would have fallen in love with you at first sight. I would have taken my guitar and sung love songs to you every night."

"If you're going to try to sweet-talk me, at least make it convincing."

"This is not flattery, it's the truth."

"Kasahara-neechan has such a silver tongue."

“You two are both bad people, and both are very greedy!” Mrs. Hoshimi said from the side, “You might both be perverts.”