Mrs. Kasahara tapped the table, producing a pleasant sound.
The waiters waiting outside brought in sukiyaki, drinks, alcohol, and a small plate with tobacco and a pipe.
"Does Mr. Fujiwara like sukiyaki?" Mrs. Hoshimi asked.
"As long as it's not the Heavenly Dog Pot, I like it." Fujiwara Reya said, trying to lighten the mood.
Mrs. Kasahara asked innocently, "Why don't you like the Heavenly Dog Pot?"
The big demon sealed his lips... Fujiwara Reya playfully kicked her under the table, about to crack a joke to explain.
"Yikes~"
Mrs. Kasahara let out a suggestive moan.
"What's wrong?" Mrs. Hoshimi asked with a puzzled face.
"The little guy kicked me." Mrs. Kasahara's fair cheeks gradually turned red.
"Mr. Fujiwara?"
Mrs. Hoshimi tilted her head and gently called out to Fujiwara Reya, her breath like a fragrant breeze.
Fujiwara Reya was sweating on his forehead.
