As night falls, Osaka's neon lights illuminate one by one.

Hanyu and his group returned to Osaka from Kyoto. Ayako arranged a grand celebration for Kazuha, preparing a sumptuous kaiseki meal, and after dinner, everyone could soak in a hot spring before resting.

The convoy slowly drove into the forecourt of the hot spring hotel, the wheels making a soft sound as they rolled over the gravel.

"Yay, it's a victory celebration!"

"We're going to have a big meal."

I want to eat lots and lots of eel rice!

The three little ones couldn't wait to run into the hotel as soon as they got out of the car.

Ayumi tiptoed, her pink skirt swaying gently.

She flew to Yuzuru like a light butterfly, and the moment he bent down, she quickly left a strawberry-flavored kiss on his cheek before running off to play with her friends, her face flushed.

"You naughty little brother, you even prey on little girls!"

Yukiko deliberately raised her voice, her exquisite long curly hair swaying slightly with the exaggerated movements. She clutched her chest, making a shocked expression, as if she were looking at some heinous beast.

Yuzuru caught a glimpse of Ran and the others getting out of the car behind him out of the corner of his eye. Without making a sound, he lightly patted the glamorous star's full, round buttocks through her skirt.

The force was just right, not too strong.

"What does my dear sister want to say?"

Ah~

Yukiko let out a soft moan, enough to make any man's blood boil, delicate and melodious, carrying endless allure.

Her slender fingers moved from her proud chest to the area where she had been attacked. Her face flushed, and tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at Yu Sheng Nan with teary eyes: "You bad brother, you actually hit me! How dare you hit me! I'm going to tell your mother-in-law!"

As she spoke, she turned and ran towards Eri Kisaki in front of her.

Yuuki Nan couldn't help but chuckle at Yukiko's exaggerated performance.

"Eri~ Your son-in-law is bullying me!" Yukiko covered her bottom and ran away with small, quick steps. However, she accidentally tripped over her 7-centimeter high heels and stumbled, falling uncontrollably into Eri's arms.

Two mature women suddenly staged a dramatic, whirling embrace at the hotel entrance, drawing the attention of passersby.

"Eri~ Did you hear that? Your son-in-law actually bullied me!" Yukiko buried her face in Eri's neck, her voice muffled and slightly coquettish, and deliberately snuggled against her.

Eri Kisaki was wearing a sharp blue suit today.

A hint of helplessness appeared on her cold and beautiful face. She "torn" Yukiko off her, straightened her disheveled collar, and then calmly asked, "How did Konan bully you?"

"He...he...he actually..."

Yukiko bit her lower lip, her eyes filled with grievance, her tearful appearance was pitiful.

Eri raised an eyebrow. She was all too familiar with Yukiko's exaggerated performance and naturally wouldn't fall for it.

She calmly pushed away this complete drama queen and coldly uttered three words: "Good riddance."

"Huh?" Yukiko blinked her big eyes as she watched Eri turn and leave. The tears that were about to well up in her eyes disappeared instantly, and she followed after her eagerly. She hadn't finished complaining yet.

"Eri~ My bad little brother spanked me."

"Oh." Eri Kisaki didn't turn her head and continued walking forward.

"It hurt so much! I feel like my little bottom is all swollen," Yukiko said, while exaggeratingly rubbing her bottom.

"oh."

"Eri, aren't you going to help me teach your son-in-law a lesson?"

"I won't help."

"We've been best friends for decades."

"It doesn't have to be."

The aloof and dignified legal queen walked towards the elevator on her own, completely ignoring the beautiful superstar who followed behind her like a clingy kitten, constantly complaining.

Yukiko watched Eri Kisaki's retreating figure, pouted, and thought to herself: Humph, ignoring me, I'll let my naughty little brother bully "you" properly later.

...

The banquet hall on the top floor was decorated in an elegant and warm style.

A crystal chandelier casts a soft light, and a long table is laden with exquisite kaiseki cuisine, the aroma of sake mingling with the flavors of the food.

"so--"

Kazuha held the championship trophy to her mouth like a megaphone, her cheeks flushed with excitement. "What exactly did that Momiji mean by 'Nice to meet you'?!"

Yuzuru leaned back tactically: "Well..."

"What is it?" Ran, Sonoko, and Kazuha, three youthful faces, approached at the same time, their six eyes burning with intensity.

Everyone else was also eagerly awaiting his answer.

Just as Yuzuru was pondering a suitable answer, Akemi's cheerful voice rang out: "Let's eat first. To celebrate Kazuha's victory, everyone can have a few drinks~"

The maid shook the drunken bottle cap in her hand, successfully changing the subject.

"What?! Mingmei, you're spoiling Nan way too much!"

Kazuha pouted, but quickly smiled again.

She exchanged a glance with Ran and Sonoko—they had already agreed that the war with Ooka Momiji would be resolved by themselves, without Nan interfering.

"Minors are prohibited from drinking alcohol."

Ai tapped the table with her chopsticks.

The three little ones immediately sat up straight.

Then, she watched helplessly as Ai reached out and took the wine glass in front of Yuzuru Hanyu, took a small sip elegantly, her icy blue eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a cat-like satisfied expression.

Genta: "Ai-chan is so mean..."

Mitsuhiko: "Yeah, we agreed not to drink alcohol."

Ayumi: "That's not fair!"

They want to rebel against Ai's hegemony.

"Hmm?" A cold, sharp glare swept over.

Ai stared at the three little ones expressionlessly, her icy blue eyes slightly narrowed, exuding a chillingly dangerous aura.

"Private Marseille!!!"

The three little ones were unusually decisively timid on the other side of the table.

Mrs. Yoshida, who was standing nearby, covered her mouth and chuckled as she watched this scene. She was happy to have someone help her keep an eye on these naughty children.

“So,” Eri Kisaki sipped a sip of the sake conjured from the “drunken bottle cap,” her eyes behind her glasses gleaming with rationality, “President Achiba is trying to cover up the truth from five years ago?”

Yuzuru nodded, his fingers lightly tapping the rim of his glass: "He's afraid that the members of the Meishokai will discover that Meisho Shikio was actually killed by Lady Satsuki, rather than 'fleeing from justice' as he spread the rumor."

Ikeba Shizuka sighed softly, "What a pathetic obsession."

Listening to their discussion, Yukiko's eyes darted around, and she raised her glass: "Let's not talk about such depressing things! Today is Kazuha's victory celebration, cheers!"

"cheers!"

The crystal-clear wine glasses clinked together in the air, making a crisp sound.

Halfway through the banquet, the women naturally split into several small circles in the originally spacious hall, each with its own unique atmosphere.