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"Are you going to force yourself on me on our wedding night?"

"Uh……"

"My young master?"

Fujiwara Izaya stared at her smug face for a few seconds, then stepped forward helplessly: "Fine, fine, you can call the shots tonight."

"That's more like it." Kawashima Miki reached out and pinched his waist with satisfaction.

As Fujiwara Izaya dodged, he closed the door.

"I'm going to take a shower first. You wait here obediently." Kawashima Miki swayed her hips and walked into the room with proud steps.

Everything here is mine, including you… Fujiwara Izaya looked at her back, a hint of smugness in his eyes.

My foolish wife, or else I'll touch you?

Do you think you can really make all the decisions in this family?

Only one lantern was lit in the room, shimmering with a hazy orange light like a jellyfish.

In the bath, the sash around Kawashima Miki's waist slipped, and her crimson wedding dress slid down like flowing cinnabar. Fujiwara Izaya peered through the gap in the screen, his gaze following her delicate, small, white feet upwards, to her shapely, long legs, her breathtaking waist and hip curves, her smooth, delicate back… It was a pity that her back was turned to Fujiwara Izaya, so he couldn't see her face clearly.

The figure entered the bathtub and then slowly turned around.

The part of her body partially submerged in the water was alluring. Amidst the rising steam, her face remained elegant and beautiful, with a few strands of her loose black hair clinging to her lips. With a dreamy look in her eyes, she raised her hand and gently brushed away the strands of hair—a simple gesture that exuded irresistible charm.

This breathtakingly beautiful woman will soon be his… Fujiwara Izaya suddenly felt restless. There were some snacks on the table, and he ate a little, but his mood was still agitated, so he stood up and paced around the room.

The room had already been decorated, with a red carpet on the floor and paper-cut window decorations on the windows.

The large bed was covered with a vibrant red silk sheet, its gold phoenix embroidery exquisitely detailed, exuding nobility and magnificence. Fujiwara Izaya paced around for a while, then had a maid bring some sake before calling out towards the screen, "Are you ready yet?"

"almost."

Kawashima Miki replied impatiently.

She had just come out of the bath and dried herself off.

Looking in the mirror, she yawned softly, opened the wardrobe door, and took out a bright red nightgown, draping it over her shoulders. Her hands didn't go into the sleeves, but merely tugged at the collar; her fair, delicate skin and the vibrant nightgown created a striking contrast. The robe was short, barely covering half her buttocks, leaving her pinkish skin completely exposed. Her long, slender legs, fresh from the bath, were breathtakingly beautiful.

No anti-theft

Looking at herself in the mirror, Kawashima Miki murmured, "Looks pretty good... I, the Empress, am naturally beautiful, of course I look good in anything."

After saying this self-indulgently, she casually picked up a comb, gently tied up her still slightly damp long hair, and then turned around and left.

Fujiwara Izaya's eyes lit up.

The bright red nightgown was well-tailored and accentuated her figure beautifully.

The alluring curves are perfectly outlined, and the pure red color seems to be burning, like the sunset spreading across a lake, appearing both beautiful and fiery. If one were to happen to see it in the wild, it would be a breathtaking sight that would be unforgettable for anyone.

Kawashima Miki's expression was calm and gentle.

She opened her mouth slightly, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated, and after a moment she gently stretched out a hand.

Fujiwara Izaya was afraid she might suddenly ask a potentially fatal question like, "Am I prettier than Riho?" Seeing her extend her hand, he immediately understood and stepped forward, leading her to the table.

There are two wine glasses filled with wine on the table.

Kawashima Miki looked at the glistening liquid inside and asked curiously, "What's this for?"

“The nuptial wine ceremony, in ancient China, was the final ritual between the bride and groom before they went to sleep.” Fujiwara Rinya lit a red candle and then raised one of the wine cups. “Just follow me.”

Kawashima Miki hummed in agreement and raised another glass.

Their arms were wrapped around each other.

In the flickering candlelight, the two figures were projected onto the wall, their shadows undulating with the candlelight.

Their arms were intertwined.

The crystal-clear liquor was drunk in one gulp.

It has a sweet taste.

Fujiwara Izaya and Kawashima Miki laughed at the same time.

"Are there any other ceremonies?" Kawashima Miki asked.

"Hmm... let me think." Fujiwara Izaya looked her up and down.

The two looked at each other face to face, their eyes revealing not tender affection, but rather a calm and gentle warmth. Kawashima Miki, wearing a matching bright red skirt, looked as beautiful as a dream under the flowers and moon.

"Have you figured it out yet?" Kawashima Miki asked.

Fujiwara Izaya smiled and said, "Madam looks especially beautiful today. I can't think of anything else to add right now."

"Is the clothes prettier or the person?" Kawashima Miki blinked.

"They all look good."

"Can I leave this dress on later?"

"You really like this outfit?"

“Yes.” Kawashima Miki nodded slightly. “I want to wear this dress.”

“It’s not impossible,” Fujiwara Izaya said, the image of his wife wearing a fiery red wedding dress and being whipped flashing through his mind. He was suddenly very tempted, so he immediately said, “Compared to being completely naked, I still prefer the allure of being clothed.”

Kawashima Miki glared at him: "You're getting off easy, you stinky man."

"Your Majesty, it's too late to regret it now." Fujiwara Izaya reached out and hugged her.

"I don't regret it at all." Kawashima Miki slumped into his arms, her eyes half-closed, gripping his wrist tightly. "Do you really like me?"

"How many times have you asked that question?!" Fujiwara Izaya looked down at her.

Her flowing eyebrows and thick, black hair added a romantic touch to her face.

"This is the last time."

"At first I didn't like it, but who knows when it started, I was charmed by your jealous little quirks. By the way, haven't you noticed how bad and macho I am in front of you? That's how love is shown."

"Yeah, a bad guy!"

"Why did I go to such lengths to get you and marry you?"

"What is it?"

"After we get married, it's all legal for me to flirt with you however I want."

So that's what you were planning...

Kawashima Miki smiled sweetly, her face regaining its usual gentle and charming expression.

"Actually, I didn't love you at first," she said softly, her eyes shining as she stared at her young husband. "I was forced into this relationship by you, and I wanted to bite you to death. Later, when I realized I couldn't get away, I half-heartedly agreed to be with you out of a kind of admiration for strength."

"Admiring someone strong doesn't mean you don't love them."

Fujiwara Izaya put his arm around her waist and walked towards the red sheets.

"Is love born from admiration for strength truly love?" Kawashima Miki lay on the ornate embroidery, her legs planted on his shoulders to keep him away. Looking into his eyes, she said with a smile, "If you can't explain this to me, you'll be sleeping under the bed tonight."

"You're such a tormenting devil," Fujiwara Izaya said fiercely.

Kawashima Miki pursed her lips smugly.

Lying flat on her back, her body moved gracefully.

Her taut belly, full chest, rounded shoulders, and fiery red skirt made her look like a stunning butterfly rising from the ashes.

For the sake of happiness tonight, Fujiwara Izaya had no choice but to rack his brains for an answer.

"Humans generally use 'sweet' to describe the beauty of love, rather than 'bitter,' because the human sense of taste is inclined towards sweetness, a result of natural evolution. In nature, sweetness means energy-rich sugars, while bitterness means toxic alkaloids. Therefore, humans and various omnivorous and herbivorous animals generally have a preference for sweetness and aversion to bitterness. This sense of taste evolved at the cost of eliminating countless individuals; it is a program engraved in our genes."

Kawashima Miki looked puzzled.

He's about to have biology class, how can he be so serious about it?

“Speaking of attraction to the strong, you can look at crows and lions. Crows don’t have love, and lions don’t have love. But both crows and lions attract the strong during courtship.” Fujiwara Izaya held her delicate ankles in his hands, gently inhaling the faint scent of roses between her toes. “Survival of the fittest, attraction to the strong is a result of evolution. Genes that don’t attract the strong have long since disappeared in the river of evolution, just like how those species among the ancestors of humans and animals that preferred bitter tastes basically died of alkaloid poisoning.”

"I see..."

Kawashima Miki roughly understood.

Her feet were as white and tender as snow, with smooth, satin-like insteps and delicate skin. As Fujiwara Izaya grasped her ankles with both hands, her toes curled up slightly, following the soft, beautiful arch of her feet upwards, her skin so delicate it seemed like it could be broken with a touch.

"Love is a feeling that arises in animals during courtship after they have evolved intelligence," Fujiwara Izaya explained casually, fiddling with his ankle. "Admiration for strength is an instinct during courtship, just like the preference for sweetness and aversion to bitterness—it's a program etched into our genes. So admiration for strength and love are not contradictory. Humans never shy away from admiring strength when describing love; the two are inseparable and need no distinction. If you like and feel closer to me because I'm strong and can protect you, who can say that isn't love?"

With her feet in the hands of the villain, Kawashima Miki gripped the edge of the bed with both hands, slightly tightening her grip on the sheets, remaining silent and unrestrained.

Fujiwara Izaya leaned down, looking at her exquisite face, "If this isn't love for me, then the rivers in the world aren't filled with water, but with transparent tomato sauce."

"I love your mouth." Kawashima Miki smiled affectionately.

A perfect smile bloomed on her lips, a beauty and allure unique to mature women.

"How good is my mouth?" Fujiwara Izaya leaned closer again.

Kawashima Miki tapped her cheek with one finger and made a coquettish gesture: "The sweetest thing in nature."

"Let you try it first."

"Hey, wait a minute, um..."

Kawashima Miki let out a soft moan as her soft red lips were pressed against hers and sucked.

At the same time, a hand had already climbed to her waist and begun to untie the belt that she hadn't really fastened. The tight bodice loosened slightly, lifting open to both sides to reveal a black lace bra with red trim underneath.

After a long, deep kiss, Fujiwara Izaya finally pulled his lips away.

Their cheeks were still very close, their noses almost touching, as they shared each other's breath.

"Madam, won't you take the initiative?" Fujiwara Izaya asked with a smile.

Kawashima Miki gently nudged his shoulders with both hands.

Their eyes met, and she looked shy. After hesitating for a while, she leaned in with her rosy and charming face and kissed Fujiwara Izaya.

She rarely takes the initiative.

Fujiwara Izaya felt a surge of happiness and cupped her face in his hands, bringing the two closer together.

“…Ugh.”

Kawashima Miki's mind went blank, and her breathing became extremely rapid.