"What does it feel like? No idea." Fujiwara Reya played dumb, slowly tying the loosened belt.
"Remember to thank me properly." Natsuki Kuri leaned her arms on the table, intertwining her fingers under her chin, staring at Fujiwara Reya with a mocking gaze, "I know none of the Fujiwara family, big or small, are any good. I gave up on having you be dedicated a long time ago. But let me warn you, if I don't approve, don't expect to bring them in."
"..." Fujiwara Reya felt a bit puzzled inside.
*Could it be that he, like his old father, even if he became the world's number one, would end up being henpecked?*
*No way!*
*Absolutely not!*
*No matter what, Fujiwara Reya thought he must come up with a third version of the "three no's of a scumbag" and suppress the now unruly Natsuki Kuri, to let him know that the master is always the master, and the little apprentice shouldn't think about riding the master all day long.*
Natsuki Kuri had a smile on her face.
