As the bustling night came to an end, and the darkness of the night deepened to its core, they both relaxed and coincidentally grumbled in their hearts: Why hasn't that scumbag come back yet?
Kawashima Miki stretched lazily, her gaze lingering on the pitch-black mountains: "Does Kuri know where he went?"
"How would I know? He didn't tell me. Maybe he's off seducing another female demon." Natsuki Kuri shrugged, pulling her to stand up, "Let's go, don't wait for that unfaithful man anymore. I'll take you for a bath. Let me tell you, the hot springs on this mountain are great for moisturizing the skin and revitalizing the blood, highly beneficial for women."
The two walked out, while Kasahara Fumi held her cup blankly, completely absorbed.
The ripples of whiskey in her glass painted a clear cloud on the carved glass, then slowly slid down the side.
"Why isn't Fumi coming?" Natsuki Kuri turned back to ask.
