After dinner, everyone still burdened with important duties rose one after another, preparing to take their leave.
"Mikoto and I still have military matters to discuss, so I won't see you all out."
Ren rose calmly and naturally took the wrist of the person beside him as he spoke.
Mikoto paused, but she did not blush like an ordinary young woman.
When she realized she could not pull her hand free, she merely shot the young man a helpless glare.
She had thought nothing would happen at this gathering, yet in the end, she had still failed to escape the clutches of this "bad seed."
His words sounded perfectly righteous, but who present was not sharp-minded?
Everyone quickly found all sorts of excuses to leave. Even Shisui, who had wanted to speak with Ren a little longer, was taken away by Fugaku.
Daju crouched by the kitchen door, staring enviously at their clasped hands. He flicked his tail, then glanced at the Silver-spotted Cat that had been summoned nearby, feeling utterly delighted.
"Why aren't you cleaning up the dining room already? Once we're done, we're going home, meow."
At Ayan's scolding, Daju immediately scampered off to work.
Before long, the house fell quiet.
Ren led Mikoto toward the stairs. Once they entered the bedroom on the second floor, she gently twisted her delicate hand free from his while he turned on the light.
Mikoto spun gracefully, a fragrant breeze trailing after her, then sat upright on the edge of the bed like a night cherry blossom in bloom, her hands elegantly folded over her knees.
The moment her shapely hips sank into the soft bedding, her body unconsciously leaned back slightly, revealing the graceful curve of her waist.
Her jade-like feet swayed gently beneath her skirt, her toes tightening slightly