Chapter 24
On the other side of the Scarlet Devil Mansion's dining hall, the effects of the aphrodisiac had reached their peak, and the situation was rapidly spiraling out of control.
Suika, uninhibited by nature as an oni, had long abandoned any hesitation. With the drug amplifying her desires, she could no longer suppress her emotions or cravings.
Laughing heartily, she grabbed Kengo's wrist with fiery passion in her eyes. "Kengo! What are you waiting for?! At this rate, how much longer do
you plan to make me wait?"
Kengo was about to say something—perhaps an attempt to reason with her—but before he could even get the words out, Suika had already discarded her outer robe, revealing her bare body, and pounced on him, knocking him to the ground! Her movements were swift and decisive, leaving Kengo with no time to react.
Kengo's eyes widened in shock, his entire body enveloped by Suika's intoxicating presence. His voice trembled, deep and uncertain. "Suika… are you sure about this…? Shouldn't we… at least take a moment to think?"
Suika chuckled, her fingers tracing lightly over his face, her voice sultry and teasing. "Kengo, haven't you always said we're the best of partners? Then help me out here! Oni girls don't play coy like humans do!" Her
gaze burned with unrestrained hunger.
However, this scene immediately set off alarm bells in the minds of the other four women present.
Marisa, standing nearby, turned bright red, her eyes locked onto Suika and Kengo. Her fingers clenched tightly around her Mini Hakkero, the device creaking under the pressure. "Oi, Suika! You're really going all in, huh?! If you keep this up, you're seriously gonna 'devour' Kengo whole!"
Sakuya furrowed her brows, attempting to maintain her usual composed demeanor, but the blush on her cheeks betrayed her emotions. Her voice remained cool but carried a distinct urgency. "Suika, isn't this a little too inconsiderate? Doesn't Kengo get a say in this? At the very least, let him speak for himself."
Youmu's hand was already gripping the hilt of her sword, her entire body tense with anxiety. She murmured, "Kengo… he's clearly too overwhelmed to decide right now… Suika, you're only making things harder for him."
Komachi leaned lazily against her chair, arms crossed, but her sharp gaze and furrowed brows revealed her discontent. "Suika, did you forget this isn't just about you? You're making your move way too fast. That's pretty unfair to the rest of us, don't you think?"
Hearing their complaints, Suika merely lifted her head, raising an eyebrow. Rather than being deterred, her grin widened with amusement. She glanced at the four of them, her tone laced with challenge. "So what? Right now, Kengo's what we all need, isn't he? If you're all too scared to act, don't blame me for taking the initiative!"
"Who says we're scared?!" Marisa snapped, pointing her Mini Hakkero at Suika, though her hand hesitated mid-air. It was clear she was still internally struggling with whether or not she should intervene.
Sakuya let out a small sigh, speaking in a low voice. "We need to stop her. If we don't, Kengo really will be completely consumed by her." A newfound determination settled in her gaze.
Youmu took a deep breath, tightening her grip on her sword. Her voice was firm, albeit tinged with hesitation. "That's right… Kengo-san's feelings can't just be ignored. We can't let Suika do whatever she pleases!"
Komachi rested her chin in her palm, sighing, but a dangerous glint flickered in her eyes. "Looks like I have no choice but to step in. Otherwise, Kengo's going to end up 'belonging' to Suika."
The four women exchanged glances, an unspoken agreement passing between them. Their attention locked onto Suika, while Suika herself remained entirely unconcerned, her gaze still fixed on Kengo as if no one else in the room mattered.
Meanwhile, Kengo's mind had gone completely blank. The sheer chaos of the situation was suffocating him, his vision swimming from the overwhelming pressure.
His voice quivered with helplessness. "C-Can you all just calm down for a second? If this keeps up… I seriously don't know what to do anymore…"
Just as the situation threatened to spiral further out of control, Tamami—who had been quietly watching from the sidelines—turned pale as a sheet.
Without uttering another word, he spun on his heel and bolted toward the next room, muttering frantically under his breath, "This place is insane… I need a moment… I need to calm down!" He practically fled, stumbling slightly in his rush to escape, as if staying a second longer would inevitably drag him into the madness.
Back in the dining hall, Suika remained straddling Kengo, a playful yet determined smile plastered across her face. "Kengo, what are you so afraid of? It's time you take responsibility! You're an oni-approved partner, aren't you? Don't disappoint me now!"
Kengo's face was now as red as a ripe tomato, his words coming out in stammered bursts. "S-Suika! You… You need to calm down first! This… This isn't right! Everyone's watching!" His voice was laced with sheer desperation, completely at a loss on how to escape this predicament.
Marisa stole a glance at Sakuya, then at Youmu and Komachi, silently pleading for someone to intervene. But every one of them looked equally mortified, their heads slightly lowered, unwilling to be the first to step forward in such an awkward situation.
At that moment, Suika had completely succumbed to her instincts. Laughing heartily, she forcefully pinned Kengo down against the floor, her movements swift and fluid as she began undoing his sash.
However, just as her fingers brushed against that part of him—her entire body abruptly froze.
Her playful grin disappeared in an instant, replaced by an expression of sheer disbelief.
Suika's voice dropped to a low murmur, as if struggling to process what she had just discovered. "T-There's no way… This… This isn't normal for a human… or even a youkai…"
Youmu, Marisa, Komachi, and Sakuya all stopped dead in their tracks.
Their gazes instinctively converged on the same point, each of their expressions filled with deep shock and embarrassment.
Even those who were usually composed, outspoken, or playful had completely lost their usual demeanor at this moment.
Marisa's eyes widened. "Eh… Eh?! Can this even be real?! This is just… too… too…!"
Sakuya covered her mouth, still maintaining a graceful posture, but a hint of panic flickered in her eyes. "This is… quite unexpected… No, I should say it's completely beyond expectations."
Youmu lowered her head, gripping the hilt of her sword tightly, her voice trembling with both tension and undeniable embarrassment. "Something of this size… can it really… fit inside us? This is bigger than my sword…!"
Komachi completely abandoned her usual lazy demeanor, her flushed face reaching all the way to her ears as she murmured in shock. "So this… is the 'power' of a tsukumogami? No wonder he's a legendary Toushin…"
Kengo, on the other hand, was utterly confused, instinctively raising his hands in an attempt to cover himself, but no matter what he did, it was completely futile.
His face was flushed with both embarrassment and helplessness as he stammered, "Wait… do you all really have to stare like that?! It's not like I can control this!"
Suika, her face also bright red, still remained bold. "Kengo, are you telling me… this is your 'true form'?! Hahaha! This is even more impressive than I imagined… But hey, I'm not one to back down from a challenge!"
As she spoke, she reached out once again, seemingly intent on testing this "incomprehensible" existence further.
The others gasped simultaneously."You're too reckless, Suika! Wait a second!"
However, instead of stopping, Suika became even bolder. She leaned closer to Kengo, her tone laced with both challenge and affection. "Kengo, didn't you say you'd drink with me for a lifetime? Then don't back down now!"
Kengo's mind went completely blank, his words coming out in a flustered mess. "I… I did say that, but this… isn't this way too fast…?"
Finally, Youmu couldn't hold back any longer, her voice tinged with both urgency and jealousy. "Suika, if you keep going like this, Kengo will really be 'devoured' by you! At least… at least let us take turns!"
Marisa grit her teeth, her tone filled with dissatisfaction. "Oi, oi, this isn't fair at all! We're victims of the aphrodisiac too, so why do you get to go first?!"
Komachi crossed her arms and let out a sigh, her voice carrying a mix of amusement and resignation. "Wow, I've never seen a scene like this before. How about we settle this with rock-paper-scissors? Or… should we just share?"
Sakuya sighed softly, still maintaining her composed demeanor, though the blush at the tips of her ears betrayed her internal turmoil. "You fools… At this point, it's already too late to be arguing. Since things have come to this, let's just deal with it properly."
Kengo, overwhelmed by both physical and mental exhaustion, could only murmur helplessly, "Are… are you all really sure about this? Is this really okay…?"
The flickering candlelight cast a warm glow over the dining hall, intensifying the already heated atmosphere.
Kengo stood frozen, completely unable to comprehend the scene unfolding before him.
Suika stood proudly at the center, completely uninhibited, fully displaying her beauty without an ounce of hesitation. A broad grin spread across her face. "Kengo, I'm a woman of my word, and today, I'll prove just how real my feelings are!"
Marisa, though attempting to maintain her usual carefree attitude, was visibly flustered. Her fingers trembled as she hesitated for a moment before mumbling under her breath, "Tch… Since we've come this far, we can't just let Suika have all the fun."
With that, she flung her black cloak aside, her fingers slowly undoing the buttons of her shirt. With each undone button, more of her fair skin was revealed.
As her shirt slid off her shoulders and fell to the ground, she took a deep breath before quickly removing her skirt as well. Finally, she stood there, fully exposed, her skin glowing under the flickering candlelight.
Sakuya remained composed, but the faint flush on her cheeks gave away her inner feelings.
Without a word, she reached down, grasped the hem of her maid uniform, and gracefully pulled it down, revealing her slender, well-toned legs. Her fingers delicately unfastened the remaining buttons at her chest, letting the garment slip off completely.
As she stood there in nothing but the warm glow of candlelight, her expression retained a touch of modesty, yet her gaze was firm, holding a resolve unlike anything she had ever shown before.
Youmu hesitated, gripping the edges of her clothing tightly. Her face was flushed red as she bit her lip and muttered to herself, "Since it's to neutralize the aphrodisiac… there's nothing to be ashamed of…"
Slowly, she undid her skirt and top, letting them slip away to reveal her fair, slender body.
Now standing completely bare, she instinctively crossed her arms over herself, her gaze slightly averted. But deep within those strong-willed eyes, a spark of courage and anticipation flickered.
Komachi, as expected, was the most nonchalant about it. She let out a chuckle, her voice carrying her usual playful and teasing tone. "Heh, well, since we're already at this point, I see no reason to hold back."
She casually shrugged off her kimono, letting the fabric glide down her body, revealing her healthy, well-endowed figure.
With a mischievous smirk, she locked eyes with Kengo and playfully teased, "So? What do you think, Kengo? Does my body meet your standards?"
As the four women shed their final garments and stood under the flickering candlelight, the atmosphere in the dining hall grew even more tense and intimate.
Each of them possessed a unique charm—some petite and adorable, some cold and elegant, some healthy and voluptuous—but all radiated an undeniable feminine allure and warmth.
Kengo stared at the scene before him, his mind going completely blank, the flush on his face extending all the way to his ears. Stammering, he struggled to form a coherent sentence. "You… I mean… this…"
The four women exchanged glances. Though their expressions varied, their eyes all carried the same unwavering resolve.
Sakuya spoke softly, her tone gentle yet firm. "Kengo, we've all made our decision. Stop hesitating."
Marisa, ever the bold one, added with a huff, "Yeah! Quit stalling already! If you back down now, I'll seriously lose respect for you!"
Youmu lowered her head slightly, her face a deep shade of red. "Kengo… please don't worry. We're all ready."
Komachi chuckled and stepped forward, giving Kengo a light pat on the shoulder. "No need to overthink it. This isn't your fault—we're all here by choice."
Kengo's eyes darted between the five naked women standing before him, completely at a loss for where to look.
Their beauty was distinct—some bold, some shy, some composed, some playful—but each radiated their own undeniable charm.
"I… I… this…" Kengo stammered, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. His mind was in complete disarray.
As a Toushin, he excelled at eradicating evil spirits, malevolent gods, and world-ending monsters. As a farmer in Gensokyo, he was adept at tilling the land and tending to his crops. As their friend, he knew how to listen and solve problems. But in this situation… he was completely out of his depth.
"Kengo!" Suika stepped forward, grabbing his hand with an unshakable grip, her gaze locking onto his, filled with open passion. "Don't even think about running. You promised to drink with me for a lifetime! Starting today, you're mine!"
Kengo's face turned an even deeper shade of red, feeling himself being drawn into an inescapable vortex.
Not willing to be outdone, Marisa stepped up, tilting her chin up in a playful challenge. "Hey, Kengo! Don't let Suika take all the credit. I was the first person you met in Gensokyo, and the first one to make you my test subject. You owe me a magical favor!"
Sakuya let out a quiet chuckle, her tone calm but laced with amusement. "Kengo, you did say you'd bring fresh produce to the mansion. Isn't it time to make an even bigger commitment?"
Youmu, still shy, lowered her gaze. "I… I just want you to understand… that I truly care about you."
Komachi laughed heartily as she stepped closer, nudging Kengo playfully with her elbow. "C'mon, Kengo, what are you standing around for? We're all waiting for your answer!"
Kengo's breathing grew rapid. The five women before him, their beauty amplified by the aphrodisiac's effect, looked at him with anticipation and longing. But he still didn't know how to respond.
"You… you all truly want this?" His voice was low and hoarse, filled with a mixture of panic and sincerity. "If this isn't just the drug talking… if this is really what you feel, then I…"
Before he could finish his sentence, Suika had already pressed her lips against his, the scent of sake filling the air and shattering his ability to think. The other four soon followed, drawing closer, as the tension in the air grew even hotter.
"Suika… you really…" Kengo started, but Suika silenced him with a finger to his lips, her eyes gleaming with both mischief and tenderness.
"Idiot, of course I'm serious. The aphrodisiac is just an excuse." She leaned in, whispering into his ear, "I've wanted this for a long time. Tonight is just the perfect chance to make sure you can't run away."
That single sentence sent Kengo's thoughts into complete chaos. He tried to clear his mind, but the others had no intention of giving him the chance.
Marisa grinned. "Oi, oi, Suika, don't think you're the only one getting a piece of this! Kengo belongs to all of us!" She threw an arm around his shoulder in her usual playful yet domineering manner.
Sakuya smiled faintly, her voice steady but carrying a hint of an irresistible command. "Indeed. Since tonight is a special occasion, Kengo, you'll have to treat us all equally."
Youmu, despite looking like a fully ripened apple, mustered her courage and whispered, "I… I won't back down. Kengo… this is my true feeling."
Komachi burst into laughter, clapping Kengo on the back. "Hahahaha! Kengo, since we're all here already, you'd better stop resisting! You're a Toushin who can destroy worlds—what's there to be afraid of when it's just the five of us?"
Kengo took a deep breath, his heart pounding so hard he thought it might explode. He knew—no matter what—tonight would forever change his relationship with these five women.
"I understand." Although Kengo's voice still trembled slightly, his eyes gradually grew resolute. "Since you all say so… I won't disappoint you."
Suika's gaze shone with the boldness and self-assurance unique to the oni race, yet it also carried a trace of shyness and possessiveness.
She remained on top of Kengo, her hands gently tracing over his chest, feeling the solidity of the Toushin's body, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips.
"You're all so shameless… but right now, Kengo belongs to me~" She deliberately dragged out her words, her tone sweet yet tinged with challenge.
Marisa was the first to respond, folding her arms and putting on a defiant expression.
"Hmph! Who's shameless? It's just that I'm not about to let you monopolize Kengo on your own, so don't get cocky!"
Sakuya offered a composed, faint smile, her voice carrying a refined air that brooked no argument.
"Suika, if you're that eager, we'll give you a moment. But don't forget, each of us has a right to our share."
Youmu, blushing deeply, chimed in softly while avoiding Suika's gaze.
"Suika… please… please don't take too long. We… we also need to break the drug's effect."
Komachi covered her mouth with a giggle, her eyes glinting with amusement.
"Alright, Suika, you can go first. We don't mind waiting a bit to see how you oni handle things~ Maybe Kengo will end up liking us more, hah!"
Hearing all this, Suika turned around, quirking an eyebrow at them. Though her smile carried a hint of disdain, there was a certain cuteness to it.
"Hmph, say whatever you want. Right now, Kengo is mine!"
With that, she leaned down and kissed Kengo, her gaze blatantly provocative, as though declaring her claim on him.
Her tone softened somewhat, but still retained a hint of that oni straightforwardness.
"Kengo, remember this: once an oni woman has chosen her partner, she never changes her mind. From now on—no matter what happens—don't forget… I'm yours, and you're mine."
Though Kengo's face was flushed a deep crimson, he gently reached out to stroke Suika's hair, speaking in a low voice.
"Suika… you really don't have to force yourself. When you say things like that… I'm not sure how I should respond."
Suika burst into soft laughter, leaning in to whisper by his ear.
"Don't overthink it, Kengo. I'm not forcing myself at all. I'm dead serious, so just be a good boy and let me have my way now~"
Her words briefly silenced the four others. Though they said nothing further, each of them began making their own plans in their hearts, silently vowing: Once Suika's done, I'll be next!
Naked, Suika removed the bow in her hair, letting her lightly curled, chestnut-brown locks cascade like a waterfall around her pale, smooth skin. Kengo gazed at the sight before him, momentarily at a loss for words, swallowing hard.
"Suika… you…" Kengo spoke hesitantly. Though he was a Toushin who had faced countless battles and horrors, he found himself completely at a loss in this situation.
Noticing Kengo's deep blush, Suika's lips curved into a shy yet determined smile. She kneeled in front of him, reaching out with a careful, deliberate motion to hold that extraordinary part of him.
Even for a bold oni, her cheeks still turned scarlet. Yet her movements were earnest and delicate.
"Kengo, you know… oni never lie, and we never regret our choices. I've already made up my mind—you're the only one for me." Suika's voice was low and resolute, carrying the directness and candor characteristic of her race.
Kengo's body stiffened slightly. He lowered his head to meet Suika's eyes, his mouth opening and closing, unable to find the right words. A tempest of emotions swirled within him—surprise, gratitude, and a bewildered confusion he couldn't quite articulate.
Suika gave him no time to dwell on it. Taking a steadying breath, she seemed to steel herself before slowly settling onto his lap, her hands clutching his shoulders as she pressed her body against him.
The moment that formidable part of him began to enter her, a sharp pain caused her to cry out.
"Aah—!"
Her brows knit tightly, her body trembling uncontrollably, nails digging into Kengo's shoulders as she endured a pain unlike anything she had experienced before.
After a moment, she lowered her head, catching sight of that faint crimson stain. She paused, her expression complicated—equal parts pride and embarrassment. In a soft voice, she said,
"Kengo… this is my first time…"
Seeing the red mark, Kengo tensed up at once, alarm etched across his face.
"Suika! Are you alright? Did I… was I too rough? I'm sorry—I can stop, I really can!" His voice trembled with guilt and anxiety as his hand instinctively stroked her cheek, sensing the tension and nervousness of her first experience.
Although she was normally carefree and bold, the sharp pain of her "first time" forced her to clench her teeth.
Gradually, however, the initial pain gave way to a mix of heightened awareness and longing.
Her breathing grew ragged, punctuated by light gasps, sweat beading on her forehead, yet her lips curved upward—revealing the oni's singular resilience.
"Suika… are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice tinged with worry and concern.
Suika bit her lip, a fine layer of sweat forming on her forehead, yet she still forced a small, confident smile that reflected an oni's pride. "Idiot, this isn't your fault… I already told you, once an oni woman has set her sights on someone, she never regrets it."
She shook her head firmly, then gently took Kengo's hand in hers. "Don't stop… I can handle this. This is just the first step… from here on, I want to walk this path with you."
Hearing these words, Kengo felt a jolt in his chest—a surge of indescribable emotion.
He slowly wrapped Suika in his arms, holding her as though she were the most precious thing in the world. His tone was incredibly gentle. "Suika, I understand… I'll take responsibility. I promise, you won't regret it."
Nearby, the other four women held their breath, a deep blush coloring each of their faces. Even the usually composed Sakuya lowered her gaze slightly, attempting to hide her own reddening cheeks.
Marisa stood with her mouth agape, looking stunned. "Suika… she really does have that oni pride, coming on so strong…"
Sakuya maintained a calm exterior, but waves of conflicting emotions surged beneath. "So this is how painful a first time can be… But seeing them like this… Kengo really is someone you can trust."
Youmu's hands clenched unconsciously as she struggled to remain composed, though her face was completely flushed. "Suika's so strong… Is this what love is? It's… really admirable…"
Komachi wore a somewhat playful smile, but her eyes betrayed a tangle of complicated feelings. "That oni girl is so straightforward it's almost enviable… But that idiot Kengo's tenderness… it's really…"
The atmosphere in the dining hall grew heavier and more intense with this open display of affection. Suika grit her teeth, gradually growing accustomed to Kengo's extraordinary size below. Her expression of pain slowly gave way to a radiant look of happiness as she murmured, "Kengo… you belong to me forever, you know?"
As Kengo's movements became deeper and steadier, Suika began to adapt to the initial pain of her first time.
The sharp sting of the beginning was replaced by a steady rise of pleasure. Her normally brash personality softened, revealing a more timid, vulnerable side.
Her gasps grew more frequent, her entire body trembling in time with Kengo's rhythm, her hands gripping his shoulders as if seeking a stable anchor. Her flushed cheeks and the light sheen of sweat across her forehead made her look both shy and alluring.
"Ah… ah… Kengo…" Her voice came out in broken fragments, quivering with unrestrained tremors. "So deep… ah… feels like I'm gonna break… it's so big… ah…"
Hearing her breathless murmuring, Kengo paused momentarily. Lowering his head to look at her, his voice brimmed with concern. "Suika, are… are you okay? Am I going too fast? I can slow down if—"
But Suika was already lost in the waves of pleasure, unable to respond. She merely clung to him tightly, pressing her face against his chest, mumbling, "It's fine… keep going… Kengo…"
Off to one side, the four onlookers each blushed in turn.
Marisa tried to act casual, folding her arms, yet still stealing glances out of the corner of her eye.
Sakuya bit her lower lip, trying to maintain her composure, though she couldn't hide the flicker of emotion in her eyes.
Youmu kept her head down, clutching at the hem of her clothes, her heart pounding wildly.
Komachi propped her chin in her hand, smiling wryly as she teased, "Wow, Suika's giving it her all. Kengo, you'd better be careful or you'll really end up breaking our dear oni princess~"
Kengo heard her remark and glanced back at Komachi with a resigned look, about to say something when a soft moan from Suika pulled his attention back.
"Ah… Kengo… a little… more…" Suika's voice was laced with tenderness and longing, her eyes damp with emotion yet brimming with happiness. It was as though nothing mattered anymore—only the man before her.
Sensing that Suika was adapting, Kengo's touch grew gentler but kept its strength. Bending down, he kissed the small "cherry" of Suika's chest, softly licking with the tip of his tongue before taking it into his mouth and sucking gently.
That sensation catapulted Suika to a new high, her body arching involuntarily, her hands reflexively gripping Kengo's hair. Her moans grew sharper. "Ah… Kengo… n-not there… ah… don't lick… it's too sensitive… ah…"
Her words became increasingly blurred. Overwhelmed by the relentless rush of pleasure, she couldn't hold back her saliva, and her cheeks burned a deeper shade of red. Her eyes grew unfocused, as though she had surrendered entirely to the bliss and ecstasy.
Watching her reaction, Kengo asked in a low voice, "Suika, are you really alright?"
Suika bit her lip, gazing at him through misty eyes. Her tone was a mix of the oni's trademark boldness and unexpected shyness, her words faltering. "Idiot… ah… of course I'm not alright… faster… I want more… Kengo… I… ahhh… I really like you…"
Hearing those words, a warm sensation surged through Kengo's heart. He became even more attentive, ensuring that each movement carried both gentleness and strength.
His hands gently caressed Suika's slender waist, as if trying to help her completely relax and immerse herself in this shared moment of bliss.
From the sidelines, Marisa's face turned an even deeper shade of red as she mumbled under her breath, "Geez, this damn oni… how is she so shameless about this…"
Sakuya turned her gaze away, her fingers lightly tracing over her collarbone, seemingly trying to conceal the emotions stirring within her.
Youmu's eyes flickered toward the pair now and then, only to quickly lower her head in flustered panic, as if utterly at a loss over how to process her own feelings.
Komachi, as usual, maintained her playful demeanor, laughing as she teased, "Ahh, Suika really is showing us just how persistent oni can be. But Kengo, you'd better work a little harder—don't let our dear Suika's devotion go to waste~."
However, none of that mattered to Suika anymore. She clung tightly to Kengo, her body trembling in sync with his rhythm, her words becoming more and more incoherent. "Ah… Kengo… give me everything… I… I think I'm going to break… ah…"
Kengo's movements grew faster, his breathing turning ragged, his voice filled with restrained intensity. "Suika… I'm… I'm almost…!"
Feeling him reaching his peak, Suika grasped his shoulders even tighter, pulling him closer. Her voice, both firm and tinged with shyness, whispered, "Give it all to me, Kengo… right inside… I'm an oni, I won't be afraid…!"
A tremor ran through Kengo's heart as he gazed into Suika's trusting, love-filled eyes. At that moment, he finally let go of all restraint.
He whispered, "Suika… I'll be gentle… I…" And with those words, the final wave surged through him, warmth flooding deep inside Suika's body.
Suika's eyes widened, her entire body pressing tightly against Kengo as she felt that warmth spread through her. She clung to him desperately, murmuring softly, "Kengo… I'm so happy… so, so happy…"
As everything finally settled, Kengo held Suika tenderly, gently stroking her back, his voice full of concern. "Are you really okay? If you feel any discomfort, you have to tell me…"
Suika shot him a playful glare, though the sheer happiness shining in her eyes made her true emotions abundantly clear. She cupped Kengo's face, tilting her head up to kiss him, her breath still uneven from the lingering sensations.
Lowering her voice, she whispered in his ear, "Idiot… I already told you, an oni isn't so easily beaten… Besides, I don't feel bad at all… if anything, I feel too good… Hmph, you'd better take responsibility for me for the rest of your life!"
At that moment, the other four girls watched in silence. Though each had different expressions, none could deny the emotions stirring in their hearts.
Suika lay curled up on the lounge chair in the dining hall, a satisfied smile lingering on her lips as she basked in the warmth of the blanket wrapped around her.
Though a hint of exhaustion showed in her expression, an unmistakable glow of happiness shone through.
Seeing her like this, Kengo felt a mix of relief and guilt. He whispered, "Suika, just rest for now…"
Suika slowly opened her eyes, a sly smirk tugging at her lips. "Kengo, remember… you're mine now… don't let the others take too much away from me~."
Kengo chuckled, lightly tapping her forehead but offering no response.
Instead, he turned toward the other four girls, who were still hesitating.
Just as Marisa, Komachi, and Youmu were internally struggling over whether to make a move, the one who had remained the most composed—Sakuya—suddenly stepped forward.
Her eyes shimmered with a complex mix of emotions—part shyness, part hesitation, but most of all, determination.
She took a slow, deliberate step toward Kengo, her lips parting slightly before she spoke in a soft but resolute voice. "Kengo… it's my turn."
The other three girls froze in place, stunned.
Marisa's eyes widened in disbelief. "What?! You're just going for it?!"
Youmu covered her mouth, her entire face turning red. "S-Sakuya… already…?"
Komachi turned her head to the side, mumbling under her breath, "Damn… that was fast…"
Yet, bathed in the gentle glow of the candlelight, Sakuya's pale skin radiated a soft, mesmerizing glow. She stood before Kengo, her expression a mix of elegance and resolve.
Looking into her eyes, Kengo felt a storm of emotions swirl inside him. In a hushed voice, he asked, "Sakuya… are you absolutely sure about this?"
Sakuya nodded, her face still flushed, but her gaze unwavering. "Yes, Kengo… I don't want to hesitate any longer…"
Sakuya's gaze fixed on Kengo, her voice gaining a hint of resolve:
"Over these past two years… I've already noticed your kindness and everything you've done, especially that time in the Yomi… I… Even though today's circumstances are unusual, I want you to understand that I'm not a frivolous woman."
Seeing the faint blush on Sakuya's cheeks—she who normally appeared so calm and elegant—Kengo sensed her feelings.
Gently, he took her hand and pulled her into his arms, speaking softly:
"Sakuya, I know you're a serious person. The fact that you're willing to be honest about your feelings is already the most important thing to me…"
A deeper flush spread over Sakuya's face when she heard this. She lowered her head slightly, lips pressed together as though summoning the last of her courage.
At last, she wrapped her arms around Kengo's neck and spoke in a hushed tone:"In that case, allow me to abandon my usual reserve… at least for tonight, there's no need to be so prim."
With those words, she rose on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his.
Sakuya's kiss carried traces of nervousness and uncertainty, but also a powerful sense of emotion and anticipation.
Kengo felt her sincerity and slowly reciprocated, gently placing an arm around her waist to keep her from losing balance. Feeling his thoughtfulness, Sakuya let go of her composure, allowing herself to sink into his tender embrace.
The tension between them rose steadily. Sakuya, who initially tried to remain calm, found her emotions roiling under Kengo's gentle warmth. Leaning against his chest, her voice quivered:
"Like I told you before, Kengo… I never thought I'd end up needing someone this much… but now, I can't keep pretending to be calm around you."
Kengo looked down at her, his hand gliding through her long hair, and replied softly,
"Sakuya, I understand how you feel. I'm glad I can be someone you feel safe with…"
He paused for a moment, his tone turning even gentler:
"From here on, would you let me shoulder that responsibility you've always carried?"
A jolt flickered in Sakuya's eyes when she heard this. Then, she quietly nodded, fully entrusting herself to the man before her.
What came next… Sakuya slowly knelt before Kengo. Though her cheeks were aflame, her movements were surprisingly practiced. Bowing her head, her slender fingers lightly brushed against that part of Kengo which was far beyond human norms. With care and focus, she extended her tongue and began to lick, finally taking him slowly into her mouth.
Kengo's body froze. The steady composure on his face disintegrated, replaced by burning cheeks and astonished disbelief.
"S-Sakuya, you… how do you…?! This…!"
It wasn't only Kengo who was shocked; the other girls in the dining hall erupted into a commotion.
Marisa stared with her mouth agape, nearly shouting,
"What?! Sakuya, you know how to do something like that?!"
Youmu blushed furiously, covering her face but peeking through her fingers.
"T-That's way… way too bold…"
Komachi blinked, the corners of her mouth curving into a meaningful smile.
"Well, well… so Sakuya really caught us off guard this time."
Even Suika, who had been resting to one side, opened her eyes to watch, letting out a few clicks of her tongue.
"As expected of the head maid of the Scarlet Devil Mansion… that technique… tsk, impressive."
All the while, Sakuya continued her deft licking and sucking—managing only about a third of it, given the unusual size—looking up at Kengo's flushed face with a small smile. Her tone held both pride and shyness:
"Kengo, as the head maid of the Scarlet Devil Mansion, of course I've studied some methods for pleasing a man…"
Her voice trailed off, and her face grew a shade redder as her expression turned serious and earnest:
"But… everything I know, I learned from books. I've never actually done this before… You're my first… and my last. This lifetime, I won't do this
for anyone but you."
Kengo was taken aback, an indescribable mix of tenderness and awe filling his heart. Lowering his head, he gently ran a hand through Sakuya's silvery hair, his voice as soft as a gentle breeze:
"Sakuya… thank you. I promise I'll cherish you."
A trace of unmistakable affection flashed in Sakuya's eyes at his words, and her motions grew even more focused and gentle, each movement conveying her feelings and devotion to him.
At that moment, Sakuya rested her face on Kengo's shoulder, taking in his warmth and steadfast presence.
A profound emotion welled up inside her—one she had never before experienced as the head maid of the Scarlet Devil Mansion. It was not simply duty, but a purer, deeper sense of belonging.
"Kengo…" she began softly, her voice gentler than ever,
"Did you know…? All my life, I've only had the Scarlet Devil Mansion—only Milady and the endless daily tasks. That was everything that mattered to me… but now, I seem to have found another reason to keep going."
She laid her hand lightly against his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat, her tone holding an uncommon hint of vulnerability:
"Kengo… for your sake, can I really set everything else aside—be simply Sakuya Izayoi? Even if one day I'm no longer the Mansion's head maid, no longer that unshakable servant… you wouldn't look down on me, would you?"
Kengo's expression grew serious. He reached out, tenderly brushing her cheek, his voice calm and resolute.
"Sakuya, you're yourself—whether you're someone's maid or their subordinate, you're Sakuya Izayoi. You're the most important person to me. Your past doesn't matter. All I want is to be by your side as you walk toward your future."
Sakuya's heart seemed to quake. His words were like sunlight piercing her depths, erasing the shadows lurking in her soul. Tears fell unbidden from her eyes, yet her smile shone radiantly.
"Kengo… then, my future… remember, you have to stay with me. No regrets, okay?"
She hugged him gently, her voice a quiet murmur.
"You're the only one who's ever made me feel like I can let go of everything, who's given me a sense of freedom. If you're willing, I'd like for us to protect that future together from now on."
Kengo felt her warmth, smiling slightly in return as he wrapped his arms around her. His voice brimming with emotion:
"Sakuya, I'll never regret this. As long as you need me, I'll be here."
Kengo slowly slid his hands to Sakuya's waist, his gaze filled with both tenderness and caution. He leaned in and asked quietly once more,
"Sakuya… are you ready? If you feel any discomfort at all, I'll stop immediately."
Sakuya drew a small breath, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks. Though her tone was tinged with nerves, it was undeniably firm:
"Yes… I trust you, Kengo… please, go ahead."
And so, as Kengo moved, he entered her body with care. Instantly, Sakuya's whole body tensed, her pupils shrinking as a flash of pain crossed her clear eyes. Her fingers instinctively dug into Kengo's arm.
"Ah…!"
At the same time, a small trace of virgin's blood fell, landing on the carpet, marking the final vestige of her maidenhood.
Kengo immediately stopped, his face tense with concern he could barely hide. "Sakuya! I'm sorry… Did I hurt you?"
Sakuya bit her lip, fine beads of sweat forming on her forehead. Though her voice still quavered, she forced a small smile. "It's all right… It's just… this feeling… is a bit unfamiliar…"
Tears shimmered at the corners of her eyes, yet she radiated both resilience and warmth.
Kengo felt a pang in his heart. Gently wiping away her tears, he spoke with the utmost tenderness:
"Sakuya, if it's really too much, please tell me right away and I'll stop. You don't have to force yourself."
Shaking her head, Sakuya took a deep breath, trying to relax. Then, she mustered a faint smile, her tone carrying a hint of playful pleading. "Idiot… don't stop… I trust you…"
After double-checking her condition, Kengo pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. He moved slowly, carefully, so she could gradually adjust. Each advance was made with painstaking caution, as if he feared causing her any additional discomfort.
As time passed, Sakuya's body began to relax. Her brow gradually unfurrowed, and her taut expression softened, a few breathy sighs escaping her lips. "Mm… it seems… a little better now…"
A touch of relief showed in Kengo's eyes. Lowering his voice, he asked, "Sakuya, how about now? Does it still hurt?"
A deeper flush colored Sakuya's cheeks. She turned her head shyly, yet her voice grew gentler. "I'm okay… keep going, Kengo…"
As Kengo's pace picked up, Sakuya's gaze became increasingly unfocused, the pain replaced by an indescribable pleasure. Without thinking, she reached up to cling to Kengo's back, whispering softly, "…You idiot… mm… you're making it so I can't ever leave you now…"
Hearing this, Kengo felt a surge of emotion in his chest. He murmured in reply, "Sakuya, no matter what happens, I'll stay by your side, until the day you tire of me…"
Tears shimmered again at the corners of Sakuya's eyes, but this time, they shone with pure happiness. "Idiot… how could I ever get tired of you…"
At that moment, she knew for certain: this Toushin before her was the one true bond and home she would have for the rest of her life.
Carefully, Kengo lifted Sakuya onto the dining table. Meeting her gaze, he saw in her eyes a mixture of shyness and anticipation. Quietly, he asked, "Shall I continue?"
Sakuya bit her lip, a faint blush dusting her cheeks, and nodded. "…Yes… you can…"
As Kengo's movements became more intense, the dishes on the tabletop rattled and clinked, some even sliding off to shatter on the floor in clear, ringing tones. Sakuya tilted her head back slightly, her silver hair swaying with her body's rhythm.
Each thrust brought Kengo's body flush against hers, striking her hips and producing a distinct, echoing sound—like an unspoken declaration of "I love you."
Sakuya clutched tightly at Kengo's hands, their fingers interlaced, her legs instinctively coiling around his waist. As he drove deeper, her eyes grew hazy, her voice mixing both soft pants and bashful scolding: "Ah… Kengo… if you keep going… that spot of mine is going to… take on your shape…"
Kengo faltered for an instant, then bent to kiss her lightly on the forehead, his tone brimming with gentleness and conviction: "Sakuya… you are my most precious bond."
Sakuya's face burned even brighter, tears gathering again at the edges of her vision. This time, they weren't tears of pain but an overwhelming, irresistible sense of joy. Her voice was gentle when she responded, "Idiot… if you say that… I'll really end up belonging only to you… for my whole life…"
Kengo's movements grew yet more tender and heartfelt. Each motion felt like a vow etched with his body. Sakuya's voice wavered more and more, her broken murmurs tangling with his repeated kisses.
Standing around the table, Marisa, Youmu, and Komachi watched in silence, their faces all tinted with shy blushes—yet they couldn't entirely hide a complicated emotion in their eyes.
Kengo's pace quickened. He peered down at Sakuya beneath him, a softness and concern shining in his gaze. Quietly, he called her name: "Sakuya… I… I'm about to…"
Immediately, Sakuya understood. She wound her arms around his neck, cheeks flushed, and spoke with a gentle but resolute tone: "Give it all to me… leave everything you have inside me…"
Overcome by Sakuya's trust and devotion, Kengo finally let go of any last restraint. A tremor ran through him as he released a torrent of burning life force into Sakuya's body.
A shudder passed through Sakuya; feeling that warmth course into her, an even deeper blush spread across her cheeks. She mumbled in a barely audible voice, "It's so hot… It's burning my womb…"
A mixture of blood and that life essence slowly trickled down from between her legs—a profound symbol of her bond with Kengo.
Alarmed, Kengo immediately leaned down, cradling Sakuya gently against him, stroking her back in a soothing motion as he murmured, "Sakuya… are you okay? I… I'll protect you forever."
Sakuya closed her eyes, a blissful smile brushing her lips, and whispered, "Idiot… you're the only man I'll ever have… I'm fine… I'm just… so satisfied I don't even feel like moving."
Not far away, Marisa, Youmu, and Komachi watched the tender scene between them, each with her own mixture of emotion—part wistful, part envious.
Suika, still sprawled on the lounge chair, chuckled softly, her tone laced with faint teasing. "Looks like Sakuya's become this idiot's exclusive maid for good."
Marisa turned her head aside, muttering under her breath, "Hmph, like I'm gonna let her beat me to it…"
Youmu's cheeks colored faintly, and she pursed her lips as though making some private resolve.
Komachi lowered her head to take a sip of wine, her voice laced with a slight laugh. "Ah, I'm jealous… Looks like we'd better seize our chance too."
That night, the Scarlet Devil Mansion's dining hall was infused with love and warmth. The bond between Kengo and Sakuya grew deeper, forever carved into both their hearts.
Kengo carefully gathered Sakuya into his arms, carrying her bridal-style.
Exhausted but content, she curled against his neck, smiling serenely. He glanced down at her, tenderness shining in his eyes, and spoke softly, "Sakuya, get some rest."
With utmost care, he placed her on a lounge chair in the dining hall, draping a blanket over her so she wouldn't catch a chill. Then he straightened, exhaled, and turned to face Marisa, who was watching anxiously.
Marisa's face bore an unmistakable blush. Though typically bold and brash, she now seemed unsure, her eyes flickering away. When Kengo approached, she tried to avert her gaze, but she could not hide her anticipation.
"Marisa…" Kengo murmured, gently lifting her into his arms.
Startled by the sudden move, she instinctively looped her arms around his neck. Lowering her head, she avoided eye contact, grumbling softly, "Idiot Kengo… I'm not embarrassed or anything…"
Seeing her attempt to act tough, Kengo couldn't help but smile, his voice brimming with tenderness. "Marisa, are you really ready? If there's even a sliver of doubt, I'll stop right now."
Taking a deep breath, Marisa raised her head, meeting Kengo's gaze with steadfast eyes and cheeks burning red. "Kengo, I'm not a kid anymore… I know exactly what I'm doing. And I've decided my first time can only be with you."
A powerful emotion rushed through Kengo's chest. He nodded slightly, holding Marisa closer, his voice trembling a bit. "I'll be gentle… Marisa, you're one of the most important bonds I have."
Hearing those words, Marisa felt warmth flood her heart. She leaned her head against Kengo's chest, speaking in a low voice, "Kengo, I believe in you…"
As the two of them drew closer, the mood within the dining hall grew deeper and warmer.
Resting nearby were Sakuya, Suika, as well as Youmu and Komachi, who had yet to act; all of them quietly watched the scene unfolding before them, each wearing a complex expression.
While Kengo held Marisa, he noticed she was keeping her head bowed, her gaze flitting nervously about. Though she normally carried herself with a brash confidence, at this moment she seemed almost painfully silent.
"Marisa?" Kengo called her name softly, slight concern furrowing his brow. "What's on your mind?"
Marisa raised her head to look at him, only to glance away again, pursing her lips tightly. After a while, she spoke in a small voice, "…Kengo, I still feel like this is all my fault. If I had listened to Patchouli in the first place and thrown out that stupid aphrodisiac, instead of leaving it in the kitchen… then none of this would've… none of this would've happened to everyone…"
Her voice grew quieter until it was nearly inaudible, guilt evident in the way her shoulders trembled.
Kengo sighed softly, his hand coming to rest on her head in a gentle, comforting touch. His tone brimmed with reassurance. "Marisa, don't say that. It isn't all on you, and nobody blames you for this. What's done is done—we just need to face it and solve it together."
Marisa's eyes welled slightly, her voice quivering. "But… if not for me… no one would be caught up in all this trouble…"
Kengo shook his head, his voice resolute. "It's foolish to think that way. Marisa, you're important to me. How could I ever blame you for something like this? And even if you had thrown the potion away back then, it wouldn't change how I feel about you, or the bond we share."
She stared at him, momentarily speechless, her lips trembling.
Kengo raised her chin gently, meeting her gaze. His voice radiated sincerity. "Marisa, you're you. It's not because of some mistake that you've become so important to me, but because you're Marisa Kirisame—someone always brimming with energy, fearless in the face of danger. That's why I, this clumsy war god, want to stay by your side."
At his words, tears finally slipped free from Marisa's eyes, but at the same time, a small smile tugged at her lips. She wrapped her arms around Kengo's neck, whispering, "Kengo, you idiot…"
A soft, tender smile curved across Kengo's own lips. He tightened his embrace around Marisa, murmuring, "Idiot or anything else—it doesn't matter. As long as you need me, I'll be right here."
Marisa rested her head on his shoulder, a flicker of unease in her eyes as she spoke softly. "But… can I really trust my own feelings right now?"
Kengo regarded her seriously. "Marisa, you're the bravest person I know. You were also the first friend I met here. I believe in your feelings, just as I believe in my own."
Those words reassured Marisa, dispelling some of the uncertainty swirling in her heart.
She still felt a tinge of shyness, though. As she hesitated, Kengo gently drew her closer, his warm palm sliding across her back. "Marisa, I don't want you to feel any pressure. If you're not ready yet, I'll wait as long as you need."
That statement resonated deeply with Marisa, dissolving the last of her defenses. Blushing brightly, she murmured, "Idiot… the time limit for undoing this potion's effects is getting shorter. And it's only because it's you… that I'm even willing…"
Though a fleeting gleam of excitement crossed Kengo's eyes at that, he remained gentle. Leaning in, he softly pressed his lips to Marisa's.
The distance between them vanished in an instant. Despite her awkwardness, Marisa tried her best to return his kiss.
As the atmosphere intensified, Kengo slowly guided Marisa down onto a soft blanket on the floor. He tenderly kissed her forehead, then her nose, then the curve of her neck. His hand drifted to her waist. Marisa's breathing quickened, and she instinctively clutched at his shoulders, speaking quietly: "Kengo… is this… okay?"
Kengo smiled gently, answering in a low tone, "Marisa, everything about you is precious. I want to cherish you, so you can feel happy."
Right then, Kengo lowered his head, burying his face between her legs. His tongue brushed softly against Marisa's most sensitive spot, and she let out a startled cry. "W-wait! What do you think you're doing?! T-this is so embarrassing!"
Lifting his head, Kengo's gaze radiated warmth and honesty. "Marisa, I just want to help you relax… to make you feel safe. There's not a single part of you that should ever be seen as shameful. You're the purest thing to me."
With her face aflame, Marisa bit her lip. Yet it was impossible for her to reject Kengo's gentleness. She gave a tiny nod, her voice wavering. "Y-you're such an idiot… seriously…"
Kengo smiled softly and continued. Each movement of his was filled with patience and delicacy, gradually leading Marisa into an entirely new sensation. She clung to the blanket, small moans escaping her lips. "Kengo… you're being way too kind to me…"
As Kengo went deeper, Marisa's body relaxed more fully. A gentle sheen lit her eyes, and a bashful smile crossed her face. "Kengo… I'm really glad I met you…"
Marisa closed her eyes, letting herself melt into Kengo's kisses and caresses, her heart swirling with indescribable emotions. She'd never imagined she'd feel such tenderness.
Glimpses of past moments—resolving "that sort of need" with Reimu or Alice as mere experiments or jokes to stave off loneliness—flashed in her mind. But this moment with Kengo was entirely different.
Marisa's breathing grew rapid, her cheeks burning crimson, her pulse racing. "This feeling… it's nothing like before…"
Kengo's hands were warm and steady, each motion permeated with care, as if she were the most precious thing to him. His tongue glided gently across her sensitive skin, making Marisa tremble and moan softly. "Kengo… y-you idiot… you're too gentle…"
Compared to previous, clinical ways of "solving the problem," every detail here brimming with love, Marisa experienced a level of safety and fulfillment she had never known.
A soft place within her felt suddenly complete, her heartbeat hammering. "So this… this is what real closeness feels like…"
As Kengo's lips trailed up to her neck, she couldn't help but pull him into a fierce hug, murmuring in his ear, "Kengo… only you can treat me like this… I don't want anyone else…"
Kengo's ears flushed red. He straightened a little, gazing at Marisa earnestly and speaking with absolute sincerity: "Marisa, you'll always be one of my most important bonds. I promise I'll stay with you no matter what happens."
Her eyes filled with tears—tears of deep emotion and joy. She raised her face to Kengo's, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, a faint note of stubbornness in her voice. "Then you'd better not go back on your word, you idiot…"