Chapter 25
Suika lounged on a recliner in the dining room, arms crossed over her chest, a teasing smile playing on her lips. Her bold personality was on full display, but her red eyes shone with a faint glimmer, as if tinged with a subtle hint of envy.
"Marisa, that girl sure got into it quickly. Kengo, what on earth did you do to make her let go like that?"
Sakuya leaned quietly against the back of her chair. On the surface, she maintained her usual composure and elegance, but the slight blush on her cheeks betrayed her inner turmoil.
Her gaze fell upon Kengo's gentle movements, then shifted to Marisa's hazy expression. She murmured softly, "For Marisa to lower her guard so
completely… it seems his gentleness really can melt a person's heart."
Youmu stood nearby, her cheeks bright red, clearly not sure where to direct her gaze. Her straightforward nature was on full display, yet her eyes held a hint of longing and shyness. "So this is… that kind of feeling…? Kengo… is he really that gentle…?"
Komachi, meanwhile, was sitting casually on the floor, propped up by her elbows behind her head, one leg crossed over the other. She appeared relaxed, but her eyes kept darting back and forth between Kengo and Marisa, and she muttered under her breath, "Ha, that girl Marisa really is impulsive… But hey, by the looks of it, she sure seems happy…"
Kengo lowered his head, planting gentle kisses along Marisa's neck. His fingers lightly traced her collarbone, then slid carefully down her slender curves to her waist—all with a tenderness and caution that never wavered.
However, when his hand moved toward Marisa's thigh, he suddenly felt a moist sensation. His movements paused slightly.
Raising his head, Kengo looked at Marisa with concern and confusion in his eyes. "Marisa… are you okay? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" His voice was filled with genuine worry, with not the slightest hint of teasing or frivolity.
Upon hearing his question, Marisa's face turned beet-red, her eyes darting off to the side. In a halting, defensive tone, she snapped, "Y-you idiot… what are you even talking about…? I-I'm not feeling anything weird!"
But her body betrayed her words—her breath had quickened, and her cheeks were flushed with bashful crimson. She instinctively pressed her legs together, as if trying to hide something.
Kengo blinked, still oblivious to the reason for her reaction. His voice was genuinely puzzled. "But… you seem a little… wet here. Are you feeling uncomfortable because of what we were doing?"
That remark was the final straw for Marisa's embarrassment. She couldn't help but clap a hand over her face, her voice muffled by shame. "Y-you idiot! Don't ask such weird questions!"
Kengo still didn't understand why she was reacting that way, but sensing he might have said the wrong thing, he immediately apologized. "Sorry, I was just worried about you… If anything's making you feel bad, please tell me so I can stop right away."
Marisa's heart fluttered slightly at his words. She peeked through her fingers and found his gentle eyes filled with sincerity, without a trace of malice or lewdness. She bit her lip, forcing herself to maintain her usual stubborn front, and said softly, "I'm not uncomfortable… It's just… you're so… straightforward!"
Kengo tilted his head, still looking earnest. "Oh, well, that's good then… I just want you to feel comfortable. I'll never let you feel any pain."
A wave of warmth surged in Marisa's heart at that. She slowly lowered her hand from her face and spoke in a quiet voice, "Then… go on, you idiot…" Though there was some complaint in her words, they were laden with trust and expectation.
Gazing intently at Marisa's expression, Kengo spoke gently, "Marisa, I'm going to go inside… If you feel any discomfort, tell me right away and I'll stop." His voice was low and soft, full of concern.
Marisa bit her lower lip, her cheeks so red they looked like they might drip blood, but she gathered her courage and nodded. "Go ahead… Kengo."
At her reply, Kengo took a deep breath and slowly entered her body. Yet in that instant, Marisa's eyes flew wide open, as though her body were being torn in two. A sharp pang of pain assailed her, and her body trembled faintly.
"Aah—!" Marisa couldn't help but cry out, tears swiftly pooling in the corners of her eyes. She clutched Kengo's arm tightly, her nails nearly digging into his flesh.
Kengo froze at once, alarmed. "Marisa! Are you okay? I'm sorry—was I too rough…?"
Marisa shook her head. Despite the cold sweat gathering at her temples, she forced a small smile, her voice quavering. "No… it's fine, Kengo… it just hurts a bit… I can handle it…"
As she looked down, Kengo noticed fresh traces of blood—a virgin's blood. Guilt and remorse flooded him. "Marisa, I'm so sorry… I really am…"
Marisa took a shaky breath and cut him off with a whisper, "Don't apologize… I said it was fine, so it is. This is my choice. I won't regret it…"
Her words sent a jolt through Kengo's heart. He lifted a hand, gently wiping away the tears in her eyes as he murmured, "I'll be more careful. I won't let you hurt again."
To soothe her, Kengo pressed a soft kiss to Marisa's forehead and gently caressed her back, helping her relax. Under his tender ministrations, Marisa's breathing gradually steadied, and the pain slowly gave way to a strange warmth and an unfamiliar pleasure.
Her eyes grew hazy, and she lightly grasped Kengo's shoulders, her voice carrying both shyness and longing. "Kengo… move. I'm ready…"
Kengo nodded, his gaze full of warmth and affection. He moved with the same gentle caution, as though afraid of hurting her again.
With each careful motion, Marisa's expression eased bit by bit—her body no longer stiffened by pain. Instead, she began to respond to his movements with a slight rise and fall of her own, the soft sound of pleasure escaping her lips in low gasps.
As waves of pleasure washed over her, Marisa gradually grew accustomed to the sensations deep inside her.
The initial shyness and uncertainty were slowly replaced by her innate adventurer's spirit. She lifted her head slightly, golden hair swaying with her movements, fine beads of sweat forming on her forehead, and her gaze carrying a rare intensity.
"Kengo… don't hold back. Did you think I'd be knocked out by something this mild?" Marisa curled her lips into a small grin. Though still breathing heavily, her tone bore a hint of defiant challenge.
Kengo paused, his expression showing a flicker of concern. "Marisa… are you sure? Isn't this pace too fast?"
Marisa let out a soft, unapologetic snort. Her hands slid up to Kengo's shoulders, then pressed down, drawing him in deeper. "I'm Marisa, after all. Kengo, you need to show more fighting spirit, or how else are you going to keep up with me?"
Her boldness and taunting left Kengo slightly at a loss, yet he had to admit that this side of Marisa was impossible to resist. Taking a deep breath, he adjusted his posture, matching the rhythm Marisa set with more assertive movements.
"Well, since you put it that way… I can't let you look down on me, Marisa." A faint smile tugged at Kengo's lips as he leaned in and kissed her. His hips then moved faster in response.
While kissing Kengo, Marisa wrapped her legs around his waist, her restless hands roaming across his back, fingertips trailing over the contours of his muscles. As his movements intensified, her voice grew louder, her panting laced with broken, breathless words. "Kengo… deeper… this feeling… it's really… ah…!"
Though taken aback by her frankness, Kengo felt only tenderness as he looked at her trembling body and deeply flushed cheeks. He leaned in close to her ear and whispered:
"Marisa… you're amazing. But if you feel any discomfort, promise you'll tell me."
Marisa was momentarily stunned, then let out a soft laugh, throwing her arms around Kengo's neck. "Idiot Kengo… this was my own choice. How could I regret it? Now… give me everything."
Hearing her words, Kengo finally let go of his last reservations. His movements were now both focused and gentle, each thrust conveying his sincerity and strength.
Marisa's eyes grew hazy, and she could no longer form coherent sentences, reduced to trembling moans she couldn't suppress.
"Kengo… I… aaah… faster…!" Her voice was filled with the delight of discovering a rare treasure on an adventure—undeniable satisfaction and happiness.
Kengo looked down at her in his arms and murmured softly, "Marisa, I'll always stay with you. No matter where we go or what happens…"
Marisa's breaths grew ragged. She clung to Kengo, her legs locked around his waist, as if desperate to hold onto the pleasure that surged through her. Her golden hair was damp with sweat, clinging to her flushed cheeks, making her look irresistibly enticing.
"Kengo… ah… this feeling… I'm going to lose it…!" All of her usual cheekiness and stubbornness had vanished from her voice, replaced by irrepressible desire and happiness.
Seeing Marisa pressed so tightly against him sent a slight tremor through Kengo's chest. He bent his head and kissed her forehead gently, his movements filled with tender yet profound emotion. "Marisa, I'll be gentler… I won't let you feel any pain."
Marisa, however, merely smiled stubbornly. "Idiot… don't hold back so much. I'm Marisa Kirisame—did you think something like this would scare me? Give me more, Kengo!"
Kengo faltered momentarily, then smiled ruefully, a hint of indulgence in his eyes. "You're impossible, Marisa… I won't disappoint you."
He began to move faster, his thrusts striking deep each time, as if declaring that she was the most important person to him. Feeling that powerful impact, Marisa's body trembled uncontrollably, her voice taking on an urgent, sultry tone. "Aaah… Kengo… this feeling… it's too much… I…!"
Just then, Kengo felt Marisa's body tighten around him, as though unconsciously pulling him deeper. His voice became low and gentle. "Marisa, I… I'm about to…!"
Sensing his emotion, Marisa's arms clung firmly around his neck, her voice wavering yet resolute. "It's okay… Kengo… give it all to me… don't hold anything back…!" Her eyes shone with a tenderness and expectation he'd never seen before, as though she was opening herself up to him completely.
No longer able to restrain the feelings in his heart, Kengo poured all of his vitality into Marisa's depths, a heated surge seeming to fuse their souls together.
Marisa was instantly flooded by that warmth, her eyes growing more unfocused. She couldn't help but voice soft, sweet moans. "Ah… so hot… I feel it in my womb… aah… Kengo…!"
Nearby, Youmu and Komachi watched, their faces burning red, while Suika and Sakuya, who had been resting, smiled faintly, as though they had long seen through the indescribable bond and deep affection between Kengo and Marisa.
Kengo gently gathered Marisa into his arms and set her down on a nearby recliner, covering her with a blanket. Leaning in, he spoke softly. "You were wonderful, Marisa… get some rest."
Kengo walked over to Youmu and gently held her, placing her on the dining table. His usually calm eyes now shone with a rare tenderness and seriousness.
Looking at the silver-haired girl before him, he sensed her nervousness and understood her hesitation. In a low voice, he asked, "Youmu, I'll be very gentle… but if you feel uncomfortable, you can tell me anytime, alright?"
Youmu lowered her head, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson, and clasped her hands tightly before her chest, trembling slightly. Her gaze wavered a little, but there was a thread of resolve behind it. She nodded softly, her voice barely audible. "Mm… I trust you."
Sensing her trust, Kengo felt even more protective of her. He slowly reached out, gently caressing her cheek, feeling her subtle quivers at his touch.
His fingers glided down from her earlobe, eventually pausing at her collarbone. Feeling the warmth of his fingertips, Youmu shrank back just a little, but she didn't avoid him.
"Don't be nervous, Youmu," Kengo whispered gently. Then he lowered his head, leaving a light kiss on her forehead, gradually moving down to her cheek, her ear, and her neck.
When his lips brushed against her collarbone, Youmu couldn't help but let out a quiet sigh. "Kengo…"
Her voice held a hint of shyness, but it was filled even more with an emotion she couldn't conceal. Kengo paused, looked into her eyes, and asked softly, "Youmu, may I continue?"
A trace of indecision flashed in Youmu's gaze, but she eventually nodded. Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "Yes… you can…"
Kengo's hand slid lightly over her shoulder, moving slowly downward to her waist, then pulled her gently closer. Youmu's body quivered slightly, and her breathing quickened. As his fingers drifted toward her thigh, Youmu couldn't help but grab his hand, her blush deepening.
"Kengo…" Youmu bit her lower lip and spoke in a soft voice. "I… I'm a bit nervous…"
"It's alright, Youmu," Kengo responded soothingly, leaning down to plant another kiss on her forehead. "You can tell me anytime, and I'll stop."
As his gentle attentions went on, Youmu's body gradually relaxed. When his fingers slipped toward her most intimate place, her body gave a slight shudder, and a tiny gasp escaped her lips. "Ah…"
Her voice was barely audible, but it resonated with shy yearning and anticipation.
Kengo's fingertips softly grazed her, moving with both caution and kindness. Youmu closed her eyes, her breathing growing uneven and her cheeks growing even redder.
"Youmu… are you ready?" Kengo paused to ask softly.
Youmu slowly opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. In her clear eyes, there was still a trace of embarrassment, but stronger than that was trust and resolve. She nodded, speaking quietly, "Yes… I'm ready."
Suika, Sakuya, and Marisa had already shaken off the effects of the aphrodisiac.
They lay on nearby recliners, resting and catching their breath, while Komachi leaned against the wall, idly sipping her drink.
Even so, she would occasionally cast a glance toward the surprising scene unfolding in the center of the room.
Standing before Kengo, Youmu's pale skin seemed all the softer in the candlelight. Slowly, she untied the black ribbon in her hair, letting her long, silver locks cascade over her shoulders—a stark contrast to her usual image as a cool-headed swordswoman.
"Kengo…" Youmu called his name in a trembling voice. Yet beneath the wavering tone was a longing and determination she couldn't hide.
Kengo was about to speak, but Youmu cut him off. Suddenly, she leaned in, arms wrapping around his neck, and tilted her head up to kiss him.
That kiss was filled with long-restrained emotions, leaving Kengo momentarily stunned before he slowly closed his eyes and responded in kind.
Off to the side, Komachi froze at this sight. She raised an eyebrow, muttering under her breath, "Well, well… Youmu usually seems so shy, but tonight she's unexpectedly assertive…"
Suika, who had been lying down, opened her eyes with an intrigued smile. Speaking quietly but meaningfully, she remarked, "Looks like our little Youmu made up her mind tonight."
Kengo gently rested his hands at Youmu's waist, feeling her trembling. His voice was low yet kind. "Youmu, are you absolutely sure? There's no need to force yourself…"
Youmu lifted her head, her face aflame, but her gaze unwavering. "Kengo, I told you I'm ready. I know what I'm doing… I… I only want you to touch me…"
Hearing that, Kengo's eyes grew even gentler. He stroked Youmu's cheek lightly, speaking softly, "I understand, Youmu… I'll be extra careful. I won't let you regret this."
Slowly, he let his hand slide around to her back, gently soothing her taut muscles. Then his hand drifted downward to her most sensitive place, tenderly caressing her skin.
"Mmh…!" Youmu shuddered, her body instinctively curling up as her blush deepened.
With utmost care, Kengo extended a single finger, slowly pressing inside. Youmu's breathing turned ragged, her arms clinging to his shoulders. Her voice quivered, "Kengo… this… it's so embarrassing…"
Kengo looked at her fondly, concern filling his tone. "If it's too uncomfortable, tell me…"
Youmu bit her lip, her face so flushed it looked like she might burst, but she shook her head slightly and whispered, "No… please keep going… I want you closer…"
When the second finger slid in, her body trembled visibly. She bit her lip as her gaze turned hazy, her voice interlaced with both strain and anticipation. "It's… so deep…"
When the third finger entered, Youmu's body finally relaxed. She gripped his shoulders tightly, her trembling more pronounced now, and her voice was laced with an almost uncontainable pleasure. "Ah… I… I can't take it…!"
Komachi, watching from the sidelines, couldn't help covering her face and muttering under her breath, "Now… Kengo's definitely got no way out. Who knew quiet little Youmu was actually the repressed type!"
Suika grinned, speaking with a hint of playful tease in her voice. "Maybe she's braver than all of us."
Youmu's naked body trembled slightly from embarrassment, her silver-white hair in disarray over her shoulders. Yet her eyes shone with steely determination as she stared at that "part" of Kengo's, which far exceeded any normal size—thicker and sturdier than even her Hakurouken.
She couldn't help swallowing hard, her blush spreading all the way to her ears, fingertips trembling lightly. And yet her gaze did not waver.
Kengo noticed her hesitation and reached out to gently stroke her cheek, his voice filled with deep concern and tenderness. "Youmu, you really don't have to force yourself. If you're scared… we can take things slowly."
Youmu looked up, meeting his gaze. Though her face was still flushed, her tone betrayed the determination of a swordswoman who would not retreat. "Kengo, I am the gardener and swordswoman of Hakugyokurou… I won't be afraid." She took a deep breath and clenched her fists. "As long as I'm with you… I…"
Before she could finish, she bit down on her lip, forcing away her lingering doubts, and slowly lowered herself onto him.
However, in the very next second, a tearing pain shot through her from below, freezing her in place. Youmu's eyes went wide as she looked down at their point of union. She saw a streak of crimson slowly sliding down her thigh—her final proof of maidenhood.
She had thought her half-human, half-spirit physiology would help her endure pain more than an ordinary person, but this reality before her far surpassed anything she had imagined.
Kengo's size was beyond describing… even "monstrous" wasn't enough.
Sensing her pain, Kengo immediately stopped moving, his hands gently holding her waist as he spoke in a voice filled with remorse and concern. "Youmu, are you alright? If you feel any discomfort, we can stop right now!"
Youmu fought against the searing pain below, her blush intensifying, but her gaze still shone with resolute light.
Biting down hard on her lip, she placed a hand on Kengo's chest, her voice a mix of pain and bliss. "Don't… Kengo, I want to be with you. No matter how much it hurts, I won't regret it…"
Seeing Youmu force herself through the pain of losing her virginity, making every effort to adapt, the others felt a blend of admiration and sympathy for this normally shy and reserved swordswoman.
Suika, fully nude and holding a sake bottle, took a small sip before propping herself up. A cheerful grin spread across her face. "Youmu, no need to be tense! This is just the beginning—once you get used to it, you'll understand what real pleasure is all about!"
Marisa rolled her eyes and couldn't help giving Suika a playful smack on the head. "Hey! Can't you say something more serious? It's Youmu's first time, don't scare her!" Then she turned to Youmu, her tone growing gentler. "Youmu, relax. That guy Kengo takes care of people better than any of us—he won't make you suffer too much."
Sakuya, leaning against the back of a chair, gracefully adjusted the blanket around her. Her gaze held an uncommon softness, her voice calm yet soothing. "Youmu, pain is unavoidable. But as long as your heart is certain, this pain is nothing. You're a strong swordswoman; I believe you'll push through."
Hearing their words, Youmu's cheeks remained as red as a ripe apple, and cold sweat still beaded on her forehead. But she felt the support of her friends and nodded slightly. "Thank you… I… I'll do my best."
Komachi set down her cup, stood, and walked over to Youmu, giving her shoulder a light pat. Her voice carried a mix of teasing and genuine reassurance. "Youmu, you're the strongest swordswoman in Gensokyo—how can you back down now? Besides, the pain of the first time is just the beginning. The sensation that comes after will make you forget the pain—probably…"
Bending down, she leaned in closer to Youmu, her voice softening. "Remember, you're not alone. That guy Kengo is someone you can rely on, so just trust yourself to him."
Youmu lifted her head slightly, a faint smile tugging at her lips as her blush deepened. She nodded gently. "Mm… I understand… thank you all."
Kengo watched as Youmu gradually calmed down. Lowering his head, he spoke to her in a gentle voice, "Youmu, there's no need to push yourself. No matter how much time you need, I'll wait for you."
As his movements turned softer and slower, Youmu began to relax her body. Although the pain still lingered, a faint pleasure started to replace it.
Clinging tightly to Kengo, she pressed her forehead to his shoulder. Her voice trembled slightly. "Ah… Kengo… this feeling… it's so strange…"
Kengo spoke in a soft murmur, stroking her back with utmost tenderness. "Don't worry, I'll stay with you until you've fully adjusted."
Tears glistened in Youmu's eyes as she whispered, "Thank you, Kengo… I've never felt so happy…"
Though the pain of losing her virginity was still present, inside Youmu's heart lay even greater resolve and stubbornness. She slowly steadied her breathing, a hint of defiance in her gaze.
Leaning closer to Kengo, she spoke in a low, bashful voice, laced with a hint of challenge. "Kengo… you can go harder… I don't want to lose to Marisa again…"
Her words made Kengo pause. He raised his head to look at Youmu, while nearby, Marisa—wrapped in a blanket and half-reclining on a chair—twitched at the remark, rolling her eyes. "Hey, hey, Youmu, you're still thinking about that incident?" Her tone was playful, but behind it lay genuine surprise and admiration.
Youmu ignored Marisa's teasing. She lifted her head and locked eyes with Kengo, revealing a mix of stubbornness and shyness in her gaze. "I don't want to lose… no matter when, I won't lose to her."
Kengo let out a helpless chuckle, gently stroking her cheek. His voice was gentle, but doting. "Youmu, this isn't a competition. You just have to be yourself."
Yet Youmu didn't stop. She clung to Kengo even tighter, initiating a passionate, heartfelt kiss, so unlike the shy swordswoman she usually was. As their lips and tongues intertwined, Kengo's body began to move. His lower half sped up, keeping a steady but intensifying rhythm.
Youmu's eyes grew increasingly hazy. Her fingers dug into Kengo's shoulders, and her body trembled in time with his motions, her voice choked with intermittent moans and gasps. "Kengo… it's so deep… but… it feels… so good… I… ah…"
Kissing her, Kengo responded in a soft murmur, "Youmu, you're so beautiful… I'll protect you always…"
Youmu's cheeks were so red she looked ready to burst. Her breathing was ragged, her body surrendered entirely to Kengo, and her words became more and more garbled—like feverish murmurs. "Don't stop… a bit harder… I… I love… Kengo…"
Off to the side, Marisa covered her face, muttering, "She's really going all out…"
Meanwhile, Suika burst into hearty laughter and smacked the table. "Youmu's really hitting the jackpot this time! Kengo, don't hold back!"
Sakuya calmly sipped her tea, giving Kengo a brief glance and remarking coolly, "As long as it doesn't interfere with tomorrow's schedule at the Scarlet Devil Mansion, I won't interfere."
Youmu's ragged breathing grew louder and more urgent. She clung to Kengo, her body drowning in his alternating gentleness and fierceness. Her lips curved into a slight smile, and her voice was laced with blissful murmurs. "Kengo… I… really like you…"
With each of Kengo's deep thrusts, Youmu's body trembled, every impact hitting right at her core. Her thoughts surged like waves, impossible to calm.
Sometimes Kengo moved gently, sometimes wildly; whether he was behind her or holding her in his arms, Youmu's rational mind had already shattered. For the first time, she understood that, as a woman, she could feel such intense pleasure.
"Youmu…" Kengo's breathing was low and magnetic. Pressing his forehead lightly to hers, his voice betrayed an emotion he couldn't hold back. "Youmu, I… I'm about to…"
Youmu's entire face was crimson, her gaze filled with a shyness and anticipation she had never shown before.
She clung to Kengo, her voice broken yet resolute. "It's okay… Kengo… release it… all inside me… I… I'm going to—…"
Kengo's movements turned frantic as he held Youmu tightly, unleashing all his strength. When that hot rush of life flowed into Youmu's body, her body gave a sudden jolt—like her very soul was being engulfed by that warmth.
Youmu's eyes flew open wide, hazy with delight, and she let out faint moans. "Ah… Kengo…!"
She could distinctly feel that power filling her every part, the warmth reaching into her deepest core, even her spirit trembling from it.
Her hands gripped Kengo's arms tightly, her blush so intense it looked as though blood might drip from her cheeks. Her voice was almost a whisper, yet it radiated profound happiness. "Kengo… it's all… inside me…"
Kengo gazed at her blissful expression, gently touching her cheek, his tone tender but firm. "Youmu… you really are brave."
Youmu smiled softly, leaning against his chest, her voice full of satisfaction and contentment. "Kengo… thank you… With you here, I'm so happy…"
In the dining room, Youmu had entirely collapsed into Kengo's arms, her face flushed and satisfied as she rested against his chest.
Carefully, Kengo lifted her up and carried her to a nearby recliner, placing her down gently and covering her with a blanket. Seeing her soundly asleep, a gentle smile appeared on his face.
At that moment, Suika—already finished with her own tryst—couldn't help but break the silence with laughter. She raised her sake bottle and shook it, her voice hearty. "That was something, Youmu! I thought you wouldn't hold out, but you really managed it!"
Marisa, wrapped in a blanket and leaning against her chair, grinned mischievously, her tone full of teasing. "Youmu just shattered the image we all had of her. She always acts so prim and proper, but who knew… heh heh, Kengo really is her weak spot!"
Even Sakuya, normally so composed, couldn't help chiming in—her voice calm yet tinged with concern. "Youmu might speak little most of the time, but she was really brave tonight. Kengo, you've certainly been extra attentive to her, haven't you?"
Kengo looked at the three women, their gazes both teasing and caring, and smiled faintly without saying much. Then he turned and walked toward Komachi, who had been waiting all this time.
Komachi was seated on a chair, leisurely swishing the wine in her glass. Seeing Kengo approach, she set the glass down and raised her head to look at him, a languid smile on her lips. "Kengo, you really know how to keep a girl waiting… I've been waiting for so long."
Kengo stood before her, his tone carrying a hint of apology. "Sorry, Komachi, for making you wait."
Before he could finish, Komachi abruptly stood up and, with a grin, said, "Well, never mind. At least you're finally mine now!" Then she took one big step forward, thrusting her ample chest straight at Kengo and catching him off guard in a "full-body tackle."
All Kengo felt was an overwhelming softness pressing against him. He didn't even have time to react.
Though Kengo was slightly taller than Komachi by three to five centimeters, she still rose onto her toes, grabbed hold of his shoulders, and deliberately shoved his face into her generous cleavage—giving him something like a "milk wash."
"How's that, Kengo? Is it good enough to make up for keeping me waiting?" Komachi laughed heartily, her tone teasing.
This scene left Suika, Marisa, and Sakuya, who were watching from nearby, utterly dumbfounded. Suika nearly dropped her sake bottle, clicking her tongue. "Holy… that's just… way too much!"
Marisa's eyes went wide at the sight, her gaze flitting over her own chest before settling into a crestfallen look. "I always knew Komachi's bust was huge, but this is ridiculous! Just what did she eat to grow like that?!"
Sakuya set down the teacup in her hand. With a quick glance at Komachi's bold move, she remarked flatly, "That's quite some… volume." Though her voice was calm, her gaze betrayed a hint of astonishment she couldn't fully hide.
Kengo's face was buried in Komachi's chest for quite a while. When he finally managed to lift his head, his expression was full of helplessness and embarrassment.
Still, he couldn't hide the blush that crept onto his cheeks as he mumbled quietly, "Komachi… your chest… it's so… er… enormous…"
Komachi's laughter grew louder at that. She puffed out her chest with obvious pride, her voice playful. "So, Kengo? Have you realized what a special treat this is? Not everyone gets to enjoy this perk!"
Finally free to breathe fresh air, Kengo's cheeks were flushed clear up to his ears. Lowering his head, looking both exasperated and at a loss, he said, "Komachi… you're really… bold…"
Suika couldn't hold back her laughter, slapping the table. "Komachi, that's cheating! None of us can beat those 'weapons' of yours!"
Marisa scowled defiantly. "What's the big deal? Size isn't everything… I'm not jealous at all!"
Sakuya smiled faintly, setting her teacup down with a slight, teasing edge to her voice. "Seems like Kengo won't be able to resist Komachi's advances tonight."
Despite her usual easygoing demeanor, Komachi's heart was hammering wildly as Kengo drew near. Though she came across as brash and carefree, Komachi was still a complete novice when it came to matters of the heart between men and women.
When Kengo gently cupped her face and pressed his lips to hers, Komachi's cheeks went so red it looked like they might burst. For an instant, she froze. Then, closing her eyes, she clumsily tried to return this sudden display of intimacy.
Sensing her reaction, Kengo pulled back slightly, concern and warmth filling his gaze. "Komachi, are you alright? Are you still feeling off because of that aphrodisiac?"
Komachi opened her eyes a crack and took in Kengo's serious expression. For a moment, she couldn't find the words. She pursed her lips and muttered, face burning, "Idiot… do you really think I'm doing this because of some aphrodisiac?"
Kengo froze, frowning slightly as his concern deepened. "Then… why? If you don't want to—"
Komachi bit her lip, lifting her head. Her hands clutched Kengo's wrists tightly, her face blazing as she spoke with firm resolve. "Because… because it's my first time! I'm not… I'm not as experienced as everyone thinks…!"
Her voice grew quieter and more uncertain toward the end, the last few words almost sounding like she might cry. But her eyes never left Kengo's, filled with expectation and a trace of nervousness.
As soon as these words left her lips, silence fell over the dining room for a few seconds. Marisa, Suika, Sakuya—who were sitting around wrapped in blankets—and Youmu, who had just woken up, all stared at Komachi in disbelief.
Marisa's eyes were as round as saucers, and the senbei she had in her mouth nearly fell out. "Huh? Komachi, this… this is your first time?!"
Suika, who had been leisurely sipping her sake, nearly spat it out. Flustered, she wiped her mouth. Surprise filled her face as she looked at Komachi. "Komachi, I always figured someone like you would've… well, I never would've guessed you're also a…?"
Sakuya, usually composed, let a flicker of shock pass over her face, her tone betraying a faint sense of astonishment. "So we all had the wrong idea about you, Komachi."
Youmu rubbed her eyes, still a bit groggy from just waking. But upon hearing Komachi's words, she snapped fully to attention, widening her eyes in disbelief. "Komachi, y-you always seemed so relaxed about this… and yet, you're in the same boat as the rest of us…?"
Komachi's blush deepened at everyone's reaction. She stomped her foot in embarrassment and vexation. "What's with all the surprise?! Why can't I be a first-timer?! And… you all think I'm so knowledgeable? That's just an act I put on!"
Her voice got faster and softer as she spoke, until she finally turned away, refusing to meet their eyes. Her ears were so red they looked like they might drip blood.
Suika roared with laughter, practically doubling over the table. "Hahaha! So that's it, Komachi—turns out all that confident 'Edo spirit' routine was just for show! I knew it; no one's naturally that laid-back… and here you are, shyer than even Youmu!"
Marisa couldn't help laughing, her tone full of playful teasing. "Komachi, you really had us fooled! I thought you were all experienced, but it turns out we're all novices here!"
Sakuya arched her lips into a faint smile. Though she maintained her usual composure, her tone was gentler than usual. "Komachi, it seems you aren't as carefree as we thought. You might be even more nervous than we are."
Youmu didn't say much, but a soft smile curved across her face. Her voice was filled with empathy and comfort. "Komachi, there's nothing to be ashamed of. It's nothing to hide. We… we're all in the same situation."
Komachi hung her head, her cheeks still burning. But after sneaking a glance at Kengo, noticing his gentle gaze was still fixed on her, she slowly relaxed, the tension and embarrassment subsiding. She muttered under her breath, "Hmph… easy for you to say… Still, no matter what, I'm not going to lose tonight!"
Her declaration set Suika and Marisa off laughing even harder, while Sakuya merely shook her head, the slightest smile playing at her lips. Youmu, meanwhile, looked on with a faint tinge of envy in her expression as she observed the interaction between Komachi and Kengo, seeming to admire her boldness.
The soft candlelight bathed Komachi's cheeks in a warm glow as Kengo held her by the waist, gently laying her on a chair draped in a blanket. His every movement was so gentle, as though afraid to startle her, and his eyes were filled with concern and affection.
"Komachi…" Kengo called her name softly, his hand lightly brushing her cheek. His voice was full of warmth. "Are you really ready? I don't want you to feel any unease."
Komachi pursed her lips and lowered her gaze, her ears so red they seemed on the verge of dripping blood. In a small voice, she mumbled, "Kengo, don't underestimate me… I'm a shinigami. This sort of thing… it's nothing."
Though her words carried her usual straightforwardness and humor, her voice trembled slightly, revealing the nervousness and uncertainty she felt deep down. Her hands came to rest on Kengo's shoulders, and she pressed her forehead to his chest, speaking again in a low voice, "But… you have to be gentle with me… this is my first time…"
With that, it seemed Komachi made up her mind. Slowly, she reached up and removed the red, bead-like hair ornaments on either side of her head.
Her long red hair spilled down, cascading like water. Its silky sheen under the candlelight made her look more enchanting than ever.
Kengo was momentarily stunned, his gaze locked on Komachi with her hair down, his heart quivering. The normally cheerful, easygoing shinigami now radiated a gentle, captivating beauty that moved him to exhale softly. "Komachi… you're… so beautiful…"
Hearing that, Komachi blushed so hard that she was nearly at a loss, biting her lip and clutching the edge of the blanket with nervous fingers. Her voice came out so faint it was almost inaudible. "Idiot… don't say things like that…"
Her body trembled slightly, the flush on her face deepening. At the same time, her eyes shone with profound trust and anticipation.
Seeing her this way, Kengo felt a powerful urge to protect her. He lightly stroked her cheek again and spoke in a low voice, "Komachi, don't be nervous. I'll be gentle… and I'll treasure your first time, so you can see how much you mean to me."
A faint light flickered in Komachi's eyes. Then she nodded slightly, her voice still quavering a bit. "Kengo… please… I'm putting myself in your hands."
The confident, carefree expression that usually adorned Komachi's face had vanished, replaced by a deep blush born of uncontrollable shyness and desire. All manner of confusion and sweetness flitted across her features.
As their lips met once more, Komachi instinctively closed her eyes, her fingers gripping Kengo's shirt tightly. Kengo gathered her into his arms, letting his tongue glide in and tangle with hers as they kissed in a heated yet slightly awkward way.
In this passionate kiss, Kengo's hand slipped across Komachi's back, eventually pausing at her impressive chest. Sensing her tension and anticipation, he patiently and gently traced circles with his fingertips, kneading along her soft contours. Komachi's breathing immediately grew heavier; her chest heaved, caught in a swirl of panic and yearning at this entirely new sensation.
Kengo's lips parted from hers, moving on to tenderly kiss her sensitive collarbones and neck, continuing downward until he softly captured the tip of her breast, gently sucking.
The light stimulation drew a quivering gasp from Komachi, her cheeks burning even redder.
"D-Don't look at me like that…" Komachi tried to hide her embarrassment, but her voice trembled under Kengo's gentle yet slightly forceful ministrations.
Letting go of her chest, Kengo slid his fingers toward the most sensitive spot between her legs. Feeling such intimate caresses for the first time, Komachi curled her toes in nervousness, yet her desire surged.
As Kengo's fingers slipped slowly into her warm depths, she bit down on her lip to stifle this unprecedented rush, yet a wave of heat had already begun coursing through her body.
"Ah…" Komachi's breathing grew rapid. She felt the area below her waist ignite with pleasure, turning moist in a way she'd never experienced. Her legs trembled, clamping tightly around Kengo's hips, as though fearing his departure—yet also worried she might not be able to stay upright.
"Komachi…" Kengo murmured her name, his voice full of concern and tenderness. "If it hurts, just tell me…"
Komachi bit her lip, her gaze hazy but determined, refusing to back down. "Idiot… I… I can still manage…" Her cheeks were so hot they felt like they might burst into flames, but she still reached up to wrap her arms around Kengo's neck, initiating another kiss. Her voice quivered with want. "Keep going…"
In the warm glow of the candlelight, Komachi's usual composure and carefree spirit had long been consumed by the flood of love and desire. She had only one thought—to yield to her instincts and fuse entirely with Kengo in that moment.
Kengo leaned in gently, intertwining his fingers with Komachi's, and asked in a soft voice, "Komachi… I'm going in now. Is that alright?"
Komachi's cheeks were flushed as if on fire, her gaze filled with both shyness and anticipation. She nodded faintly, speaking in a quiet tone, "Mm… go ahead…"
The moment Kengo slowly entered her, Komachi's eyes flew open wide. Her lips parted, but no coherent words came out.
The searing pain told her immediately why Suika, Sakuya, Marisa, and Youmu had been brought to tears by it, and she realized just how naïve she had been to tease them earlier.
"Ah…!" Komachi couldn't hold back a cry as she clung tightly to Kengo's arms, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes.
Her body trembled from the pain, yet at the same time she felt an unprecedented sense of happiness—she was becoming one with the person she loved.
Though it hurt, that closeness radiated warmth and fulfillment. A determined smile appeared on her face. Despite the trembling, she showed no intention of backing down.
Noticing her tears, Kengo panicked. His voice was filled with concern and guilt. "Komachi! Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Should I stop?"
Komachi slowly shook her head. Though her voice still quivered, it was filled with gentle reassurance. "Idiot, don't worry… Doesn't it always hurt the first time? Besides, I'm a shinigami; this kind of pain… it's nothing."
She lifted her head, took a deep breath, wiped her tears, then gave a little smile and teased him in a mischievous tone. "But wow, this size… really unfair, you know? Kengo, what on earth is that 'god-of-battle' body of yours made of…?"
Kengo felt both amused and concerned. He lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead, his voice low and tender. "If it hurts too much, I can slow down… there's no need to push yourself."
Komachi looked into his caring eyes, a gentle warmth rising in her heart. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her forehead to his chest, speaking softly. "Dummy… I'm not just enduring it… I'm happy… because it's you."
Her voice grew quieter, almost like a whisper. "I never thought I'd meet someone who cares this much about a shinigami like me… who cherishes me so deeply… Kengo, you really are such an idiot, you know that? But it's exactly because you're that kind of idiot… that I like you so much…"
As he listened to her words, Kengo's heart overflowed with gratitude and warmth.
Holding her more tightly, he spoke in a low voice, "Komachi, I'll keep sneaking off with you forever, so you'll never be alone… I promise."
With Kengo's movements gradually becoming gentler, Komachi's body grew accustomed to the impact.
The pain was replaced by happiness and pleasure, and her breathing turned soft and contented. Clinging to Kengo, she entrusted herself entirely to the man who had freed her from loneliness.
As Komachi's body adapted to Kengo's thrusts, her initial shyness gave way to her naturally bold personality.
Biting her lip, her face still aflame, Komachi spoke with the frankness and sense of fun she was known for. "Kengo, that wasn't enough… I want to change positions!"
Kengo paused, momentarily taken aback by the faintly smug smile on Komachi's face. "Komachi, are you sure you can handle it?"
"Hmph, I'm a shinigami!" Komachi raised an eyebrow, her tone brimming with confident bravado. "You don't think this is all I've got, do you?"
At her request, they tried positions face-to-face and from behind.
Komachi's gasps and moans grew steadily louder. When they switched again to a position from behind, Komachi couldn't help tossing out a playful jab. "Kengo, you idiot—this one's not half-bad…"
Kengo gave a helpless smile, accommodating her rhythm with gentle cooperation. "Komachi, if you get tired, just say so. Don't push yourself."
"Tired? As if I'd ever get tired of this!" Komachi gritted her teeth, a stubborn smile on her face. In between ragged breaths, she added, "I don't plan on losing to the rest of you…"
She then suggested the cowgirl position, pushing Kengo down and smoothly straddling him, her voice tinged with impishness. "Now this… suits my style better, don't you think?"
Komachi's sudden initiative left Kengo momentarily flustered, but seeing her confident, energetic smile filled his heart with warmth and affection. "Komachi, you're just… impossible to refuse."
Komachi straightened her back, tilting her head slightly, her long hair spilling over her shoulders and swaying with each movement.
Her breathing became ragged, and her voice was tinged with a sweet mix of coquettishness and abandon. "Ah… Kengo… you're making me feel… like I'm about to take off…!"
As waves of pleasure washed over her, Komachi couldn't help but shake her head lightly. She pressed her palms against Kengo's chest, her voice filled with tender passion and wild yearning. "Give it… all to me… ah… don't stop… mm… ah… I… I'm going crazy…!"
As she grew more practiced, the sounds in the room intensified—the "pa, pa, pa" of their bodies colliding, Komachi's lust-driven murmurs and moans—echoed freely for the other four girls in the dining hall to hear.
Her final murmured words completely set everyone's ears on fire: "Kengo… I'm so… so happy… ahhh! … More… I want more…"
Suika, leaning back in her chair, widened her eyes and lowered her sake bottle in surprise. "I thought Komachi was a newbie… but she's already gone from blank slate to going all out?! She's the biggest lech among us, isn't she?!"
Marisa buried her face in her hands, her ears bright red, disbelief coloring her voice. "Komachi… she's really… too wild! And her voice… it's even more over-the-top than mine…"
Sakuya, cheeks slightly flushed, sighed softly. Though her tone remained measured, her gaze reflected her own quiet shock. "It appears we've underestimated Komachi's potential… She's far more open than any of us expected."
Youmu hugged a blanket tightly, her ears as red as ripe apples. In a small voice, she mumbled, "She was so nervous and shy just before… and now she's… that daring… Komachi… really is full of surprises…"
Suika couldn't help adding, "Looks like Komachi really has a lot of work-related stress. She's probably letting out every bit of pent-up pressure all at once!"
Hearing this, Marisa couldn't resist nodding in agreement. "Now that you mention it, that does make sense. Komachi deals with life and death every day, plus she's constantly being lectured by Eiki. I bet she's been bottling it all up for ages!"
Sakuya gently lifted her teacup, her voice calm as she remarked, "Perhaps this is the release she found after finding true love… Nevertheless, you have to admire her courage."
All four girls, their faces flushed and hearts pounding, continued listening to the sounds from the other room. Silently, they reached a consensus—that for all her laid-back demeanor, Komachi was undoubtedly proving the most uninhibited among them.
As Komachi's movements became more forceful, Kengo too began losing himself, his gentleness now tinged with something more feral. His hands firmly gripped her waist to keep her balanced, and each thrust carried deep emotion, reaching her very core.
"Komachi…" Kengo's voice was low and rough with pent-up gasps. "I'm… about to…"
Komachi's breathing was already ragged and uneven. Amid her sweet, almost delirious moans, she clung to Kengo's shoulders, fingers tightening unconsciously, her hazy gaze filled with yearning.
"Aaah… Kengo… mm… a-all of it… give it all to me…!" Her voice was broken, yet fiercely resolute and laced with shyness. "Come… inside… I want… all of you…"
Those words shattered the last of Kengo's restraint. His final thrusts were even more powerful, until he released all his vitality deep inside her.
In that instant, Komachi felt a wave of warmth surge into the depths of her womb, that life-giving heat making her entire body tremble, as if her very soul were melting.
"Aaaah—Kengo!" she cried out with sweet embarrassment, yet overflowing with happiness and satisfaction.
When the pleasure finally ebbed, Komachi collapsed into Kengo's arms. Her face was as red as a ripe apple, forehead slick with sweat, but her lips were curved in a peaceful, blissful smile.
Kengo gently held Komachi, then leaned down to plant a soft kiss on her forehead, his voice filled with tenderness. "Komachi… I'll always protect you."
Komachi heard his words and opened her eyes a crack, nestling against his chest as she murmured, "Kengo… I'm so happy… Don't you ever leave me…"
Kengo lifted Komachi in his arms, her body completely slack with contentment, the glow of lingering passion still on her cheeks.
He laid her gently back onto the recliner and pulled a blanket over her, making sure every inch of her skin was properly covered.
After that, he glanced toward the other four girls—Suika, Sakuya, Marisa, and Youmu. Each wore a satisfied expression, all sleeping soundly, breathing evenly, as though finally at ease after experiencing a long dream.
With the utmost care, Kengo gathered each girl's clothes, folding them neatly into small piles by their pillows, so they could reach them easily upon waking.
He took special care to avoid disturbing these girls who had finally found some peace.
Finally, he moved to a corner of the room and slowly sat down against the wall, slipping into his own clothes.
He lowered his gaze to his hands, feeling the fullness in his chest, and murmured to himself, "So… that should have broken the aphrodisiac's effect by now."
Raising his head, he looked at the five girls sleeping on the recliners, his eyes brimming with warmth and protection.
Leaning against the wall and closing his eyes—though he felt no trace of weariness—he spoke softly, as though afraid of waking them. "Sleep well… I'll keep watch until you all wake up."
The five girls were already lost in their dreams, their faces wearing blissful smiles. And in those dreams, images of the future quietly unfolded—images of a cozy family life with Kengo and a sweet daughter.
In Suika's dream, she sat on a sunlit patch of grass with her gourd beside her, Kengo at her side and a small girl with tiny oni horns in her lap.
The little girl waved around a toy sake gourd excitedly, begging Suika, "Mama, I wanna drink sake just like you!"
Suika burst out laughing, ruffling her daughter's hair. "You little rascal, you've got a long way to go—maybe when you're older!"
Kengo joined in with a chuckle. "Looks like she inherited your natural talent for drinking."
Their laughter, mixed with the bright sunshine, formed the warmest scene of Suika's dream.
Sakuya dreamed of being inside the Scarlet Devil Mansion, standing side by side with Kengo in the kitchen, teaching a silver-haired little girl how to slice vegetables.
The girl's movements were clumsy, but her eyes were filled with determination and focus.
"Papa, Mama, am I doing okay?" The girl looked up at them, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
Sakuya gently wiped the sweat from the girl's forehead and smiled softly. "Very good. You truly have Mama's talent—perfect as always."
Kengo chuckled as he looked down at the girl. "But you'll have to keep practicing. After all, your mother is the Scarlet Devil Mansion's finest head maid."
The warmth and sweetness of that dream brought a rare, relaxed smile to Sakuya's lips.
Marisa dreamed of living in a little magical house deep in the forest with Kengo. Inside the cozy room, she was sparring with a blonde-haired girl wearing a tiny black witch hat, practicing magic.
The girl's wand glowed faintly as she nervously shouted, "Mama, look! Master Spark!" A small star-shaped magic circle shimmered in the air.
Marisa laughed and clapped her hands, her eyes brimming with pride. "That's my daughter! You've got talent, just like me back in the day!"
Kengo sat off to the side, watching them with a satisfied smile, speaking softly, "Like mother, like daughter—she's got magic running in her veins."
The magic, the laughter, and the peaceful warmth in the dream made Marisa feel a happiness she had never known before.
Youmu dreamed of standing with Kengo at the Youkai Garden's dojo in Hakugyokurou, watching a silver-haired girl with a ponytail swing a wooden sword.
Her stance was a bit stiff, but her eyes burned with determination and resolve.
"Mama, isn't my sword technique awesome?" The girl struck a proper iaido starting pose, looking proudly at Youmu.
Youmu nodded softly, her eyes filled with gentle pride. "Very good. Your form is already steady. Remember, the sword is an extension of your heart."
Kengo smiled as he reached out to ruffle the girl's hair. "You still have a lot to learn from Mama. She's the strongest swordswoman in Gensokyo."
In that dream, Youmu felt a deep and peaceful happiness, as if that moment would last forever.
Komachi dreamed of sitting beside Kengo on the banks of the Sanzu River, watching fireworks light up the night sky.
A little red-haired girl with a round, adorable face ran up to her, hugging her leg and swaying excitedly. "Mama, look! Fireworks! So pretty!"
Komachi laughed as she picked up the little girl, planting a kiss on her cheek. "You're even prettier than the fireworks, you know?"
Kengo sat beside her, gently ruffling the girl's hair. "You're my most precious treasure, too."
Cherry blossoms and fireworks danced across the sky, creating the most beautiful scene in Komachi's dream.
In the dining room, all five girls slept peacefully, their faces adorned with sweet smiles as they each lost themselves in their own happy dreams.
In each of their dreams, there was a little girl—representing their hope and longing for a future family.
And as Kengo sat nearby, quietly watching over them, his gaze was filled with tenderness, as though he too could feel the warmth of their dreams.
Note: A few days ago, while I was in the old town of Córdoba, Spain, I saw a hotel called Marisa Hotel — I thought it was really interesting. Could the owner possibly be a Touhou Project fan? Haha.