"Wha—? Misaki?!"

"Hush now. Do you want to wake Index-san and spoil this?"

Her voice was soft, gentle, full of every single drop of adoration that filled every inch of her soul. Her words dripped with the unadulterated, raw, unconditional love she had for her boyfriend.

Was there a time when she didn't dote on him?

Shokuhou Misaki pointed, lifting the covers of Kamijou Touma's sheets – which she'd only just disturbed in her efforts to clamber into bed with him – towards the slumbering form of Index, wrapped up in her bed's comforter like some sort of cocooning insect.

The dorm's second bed, where the little nun whose mind was the container for one hundred and three thousand magical Grimoires, "the Index Librorum Prohibitorum", slept, located not far from the sliding glass doors which lead out to the balcony, was a luxurious one. Far and away more extravagant than the bed which this dorm had actually come equipped with when its owner had first moved into it.

He had to admit, his girlfriend had a point.

"I can't turn down an offer like this, can I? Come 'ere, my queen."

"You need not make demands, my prince. I'd gladly spend all of my days in your arms."

And, in a moment's time, that was exactly where Misaki found herself; held tightly, lovingly in her prince's defined arms. Gently nuzzling herself closed as her own arms made their way around his back, snaking up to his shoulders, Misaki rubbed the tip of her nose against her boyfriend's own, and smiled a warm, breathtaking smile at him.

His eyes glistened beneath that smile; his lips parted, slightly. Despite himself, Kamijou Touma was taken aback with such force that he temporarily spaced out.

It was that same glowing, breathtakingly, stunningly beautiful smile she'd always provided for him. A seemingly supernatural force that could lift Kamijou's spirits even from the depths of Hell. From the time he'd woken up in his hospital bed after being beaten nearly to death by once-Saint "Acqua of the Back", to the months of mental and emotional recovery he'd spent in the psychotherapist's chair after his billions of universal run-ins with the once-Magic God, Othinus – a person who, through circumstances and fate had come to share domicile with the couple as a fifteen-centimeter-tall fairy – all the way to this, present moment, Shokuhou Misaki and her smile had always been there.

Touma's nascent embrace tightened, and he felt his beloved's own embrace upon him tighten in response.

They really had been through so much together, hadn't they?

"I love you, Misaki. Thanks... Thanks for always being here for me. I love you so much. I appreciate you so much."

The burning, crimson blush which formed upon the starry-eyed, light blonde beauty's face overtook her natural skin tone. Her smile lost its steadiness as she giggled, burying her face into her boyfriend's own.

"And I love you, Touma! My handsome, gentle, loving prince... You need not thank me; as your future wife, my place is at your side, at all times."

Somehow, some way, despite their interactions being innocent in nature, wild, uncontrollable instincts seemed to claw into Kamijou. He felt every ounce of energy he had being poured into one, singular desire; as if there was one, singular course of action which he could take to achieve all that he'd ever wanted. His chest, wracked by a tickling sensation brought about by the fluttering of metaphorical butterflies' proverbial wings, and his rising manhood were greater symptoms of an underlying issue.

His lips met Misaki's own, and Touma nearly forced himself upon his girlfriend; she welcomed it as she welcomed his embraces, moments in which she could hold his hand, and the times in which the two could simply be together.

"Is someone feeling needy~?" Misaki inquired rhetorically, grabbing at the protruding, throbbing organ jutting from between her boyfriend's legs. "Hm~? Tell me, please~!"

"I'm really needy."

"Are you~?"

"Y-Yes…"

Having rolled onto his back, Touma placed either of his hands upon his girlfriend's curving, perfectly feminine hips as she made her way atop him. Misaki, resting either of her hands upon her boyfriend's chest, smiled down at him with gleaming, golden, starry eyes that practically oozed unconditional adoration.

"Let me milk you dry. Don't fret, my prince; I'll take care of your libido. As your future wife, it's my duty to tend to your sexual well-being~."

Pulling her sleepwear downwards so that it hung limp and loose around her ankle, Misaki freed Touma's pulsing manhood from its cotton prison; his sole article of sleepwear, a pair of loose-fitting boxers, were swiftly pulled downward to his knees.

And, with some manoeuvring…

In it went.

With the covers cast over them both – a massive, protruding, hill-like rise formed by Shokuhou Misaki's upright form cloaked beneath the bed's comforter – the starry-eyed Queen of Tokiwadai's eyelids shot open, and her lips parted. She bit down with some force, struggling to contain a moan.

Rather than bite into her tongue, Misaki chose an alternative means of silencing her body's desire to audibly manifest its pleasure; she instead leaned downward, and pushed her lips against Touma's own, moaning directly into his mouth with each loving, sloppy kiss she shared with him.

Thrusting downward, Misaki's entire body bucked. Her back arched, and her fingernails dug into Touma's shoulders.

Whatever pain he could've felt, Touma didn't experience it.

And, for some time, both remained that way; Shokuhou Misaki, pumping her posterior upward and downward, Kamijou Touma closing in on climax with each pumping thrust.

"M-Misaki…!"

"I'm… Haa… Haaaa… Listening, my prince… Always."

"I'm going to cum inside…!"

"Please... I need it! I have been taking my little pill every morning, like a responsible girl~! Cum inside as much as you'd like."

An almost predatory grin formed upon Misaki's face, as she placed either of hands upon her boyfriend's face, and then kissed his forehead.

"This body is… Haaaa… This body is yours. Just as you belong to me."

"I do belong to you, my queen..."

Her sparkling eyes met with Touma's own; Misaki ran her tongue over the boy's cheeks, leaving the occasional kiss trailing behind. She really did love it when he called her that. Her excitement boiled to a point, and, again, Misaki moaned into her lover's mouth.

"Any time you'd like to cum inside, just ask. I'll always have as much sex with you as you crave, my Touma… My prince…"

As if on cue, Touma's hands quickly took his girlfriend's own into them. Smiling at one another, the lovebirds interlocked their fingers.

"I'm… Fuck... Misaki… I'm going to…"

"Let it happen, my prince. We'll hold hands, like always. I know how much you love this… I love holding hands with you, too~."

And, with a monstrous thrust from Kamijou Touma – one so powerful that it lifted Misaki and his own lower body from the bed – the climax came. Shokuhou Misaki threw her head back; her long, golden hair flowed like the rippling waves of the ocean as she permitted her jaw to flop open and her tongue to loll outward in a most uncouth and improper fashion.

The life-bringing fluid's warmth exploded throughout her body. It surged from within her, reaching into the depths of her womb and filling Tokiwadai's Queen with a sense of purpose like no other. It was as warm as the light of some benevolent, heavenly being. It was as comforting as any embrace.

Touma's arms were around his girlfriend, then, and she welcomed his clinging openly.

"I love you so much, Misaki… I love you so, so much…"

"Cling as much as you'd like, my prince. Cling to me as tightly as you need."

Clinging to his emotional and mental anchor like a child might have clung to a doting protective figure, Kamijou Touma tightened his arms' embrace until it could feasibly tighten no longer.

"I love you too, Touma. More than I could ever put into words. More than I could ever hope to describe in any way, save for these physical exchanges of ours."

The gentle touch of her slender, feminine fingertips brought Kamijou Touma to a shuddering pinnacle. Shokuhou Misaki ran her fingers through his hair, tapping the back of her beloved's head with soft, individual pokes.

"I will always be at your side, my Touma, my prince. There, there… Cling to me as tightly as you need. You're so loving… So long as you may cling, I will never let you go."

Truthfully speaking, he felt rather pitiable in this situation. It was a sort of primal desire to be loved, to be wanted, mixed with an equally primal desire to physically cling to that which provided so much light and love in his life, for him and him alone. Truthfully speaking, Kamijou Touma felt like something of an idiot, tightly hugging his girlfriend as he might've hugged his mother when he was but a boy.

Yet, it made sense, in a manner. Shokuhou Misaki and Kamijou Shiina had much in common.

"Maybe that's why they get along so well."

Touma looked up to her. Misaki peered down at him, holding his head lovingly, gently, supportively in her arms, close to her chest.

He was about to say something, in fact—

But the rumbling of his stomach silenced his words before they could emerge and take form. It was a loud, boisterous thing. It was prolonged, as if Touma's stomach was upset with him for depriving it of food.

"… You'll cook for this Kamijou-san?"

"Of course I will, my prince; to the best of my ability. You seem to forget that I'm no visionary of the culinary arts."

"You seem to forget that for the longest time, I ate cheap ramen I could find in bargain bins; as long as it tastes good, I'll eat it."

Shokuhou Misaki poked her boyfriend's nose with her bare index finger, and giggled aloud.

"No more of that, my prince. Under my keen eye, your diet will always be balanced and healthy. As your future wife, it's my duty to look after your health."

Somehow, that sounded especially nice.

"My future wife, eh? "Kamijou Misaki". I like it; has a really beautiful ring to it…"