The Daily Lives of the Three Tsukumogami and the 15 Gensokyo Girls

by Koic5555

Note: If you're okay with some OOC elements, harem romance, one-to-five and three-to-fifteen pairings, and a story about three "ordinary" tsukumogami male protagonists and their relationships with 15 girls in Gensokyo, please continue. The protagonists are emotionally clueless and communicate almost entirely through blunt, direct approaches. Some R18 content will appear later.

22. Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Just as the three tsukumogami were completely overwhelmed and unable to process what was happening, Yukari's gaze suddenly grew deeper, and a meaningful smile played at the corner of her lips. She gently closed the folding fan in her hand, instantly moved closer to Kyouya without any warning, grabbed his collar, and kissed him directly!

The flickering candlelight cast shadows as the entire banquet hall fell into a silence so profound that one could hear a pin drop.

Kyouya's eyes widened like saucers, utterly stunned. The kiss, filled with Yukari's unique softness and dominance, made his mind go blank. After the kiss, Yukari, with a mischievous smile, whispered softly, "Kyouya, you owe me this." With that, she waved her fan, and a gap opened behind her.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" Reimu snapped out of her shock, shouting loudly as she tried to rush forward to stop her.

But Yukari was quicker. She grabbed Kyouya by the shoulder, and as the gap widened, both of their figures disappeared into it in an instant!

"Yukari Yakumo!" Remilia slammed the table in fury, her crimson eyes burning with rage. "You cunning fox! How dare you run off with Kyouya?! Are you planning to monopolize him all for yourself?!"

Mokou's temper flared instantly. She clenched her fists tightly, her face full of anger. "Damn it, Yukari! How dare you make the first move?! Kyouya is mine!" Without hesitation, she charged towards the gap, but as soon as she got close, it snapped shut with a "pop," vanishing without a trace.

Aya, after a few moments of composed silence, smirked with a hint of disdain. "Well, this is certainly big news... Yukari's move was quite unfair." She patted her camera, her tone laced with barely concealed annoyance. "But I won't let her get away with it."

Reimu, breathing heavily with veins popping on her forehead, turned to Patchouli and Marisa. "Can you open that gap?! Yukari is definitely planning to... to devour Kyouya all by herself!"

Patchouli, sweating nervously and looking stiff, replied, "Yukari's gaps are unique to her. I'm not sure if we can even chase after them..."

Marisa stomped her foot in frustration, shouting, "Damn that Yukari! Reimu, how could you just let Kyouya get taken away?!" Her voice carried more frustration than blame.

Remilia stood up abruptly, spreading her wings wide as she spoke coldly, "If Yukari wants to hoard Kyouya, then don't blame me for being merciless. The Scarlet family doesn't tolerate such rule-breaking!" With that, she prepared to take flight from the Scarlet Devil Mansion.

Reimu shook her head, refusing to admit defeat. "No way! Yukari must've hidden Kyouya deep within her gaps. Remilia, you can't just fly there! We need to find a way to open a gap, or we'll never find Kyouya!"

Mokou, fuming with rage, stomped her feet as flames ignited in her hands. "That woman Yukari... She thinks she can get away with this just because she's got some skills?! Once I find her, I'll make sure she regrets it!"

Yuyuko and the others were left bewildered by the chaotic scene.

Tamami stood aside, staring blankly at where Kyouya had vanished, his mind in turmoil. "W-What just happened? How could Yukari -San just..."

Flandre, on the other hand, clapped excitedly. "This is so much fun! Yukari neesan's so fast! But Tamami-niisan, shouldn't you... come play with me too?"

Komachi held her head with a sigh. "Ahh... poor Kyouya, will Yukari even let him go?"

Meanwhile, deep within the gap, Kyouya sat frozen in place, completely red-faced, as Yukari gently pushed him onto a soft bed. She sat beside him with a smile full of meaning.

"Kyouya, now no one can interrupt us," Yukari's soft voice dripped with temptation. Her gaze burned with intensity, giving Kyouya no chance to escape.

Kyouya sat stiffly, his face flushed, stammering, "Y-Yukari... This is... too much! You can't just... just do this..."

Yukari chuckled softly, her fingers tracing his cheek as she teased, "Kyouya, are you scared? Or perhaps... you're a little excited too?"

Kyouya's brain short-circuited instantly, throwing up his hands as he stammered, "I-I'm not excited at all! Calm down! Please, calm down! Everyone's still waiting for us back there!"

Yukari raised an eyebrow, lightly tapping his chest with her finger, her tone laced with pressure. "No need to rush, Kyouya. This isn't an opportunity just anyone gets. I'll take good care of you, don't worry."

Just as Yukari was enjoying her triumph, the gap suddenly shook violently, and a familiar angry voice echoed from the other side.

"Yukari! You old fox, let go of Kyouya!" In the next moment, the gap split open, and Reimu, fuming with rage and clutching her talismans tightly, burst in.

Mokou's face turned beet red, her voice filled with frustration and embarrassment: "How dare you! Yukari, are you really that desperate to 'devour' Kyouya?! Did you even ask us how we feel about this?!"

Remilia, appearing more dignified, crossed her arms and glared coldly at Yukari: "Hmph, Yukari, your actions are utterly disgraceful. The honor of the Scarlet family will not be trampled by the likes of you!"

Aya gently held her camera, a faint smile on her lips, though her tone was icy: "Yukari, I don't mind competing for news, but stealing Kyouya like this? Isn't that going too far?"

Despite the confrontational atmosphere, Yukari remained calm and graceful. She stood up, gracefully adjusting her sleeves, and turned to Kyouya with a soft yet challenging gaze: "Kyouya, look, everyone is here for you."

Kyouya, now a bundle of nerves, turned crimson and stammered as he glanced between Reimu, Mokou, Remilia, Aya, and Yukari: "I... I..."

As the others continued to argue over him, Yukari maintained her serene demeanor, gently waving her fan with a teasing smile. "Is all this arguing really necessary? Isn't Kyouya's decision what matters most?"

Her words brought a brief, tense silence. All eyes turned to Yukari. Reimu frowned and asked coldly, "Yukari, what do you mean by that?"

Yukari chuckled softly, closing her fan and scanning the room with a nonchalant tone: "Since everyone's under the influence of the aphrodisiac, arguing is pointless. Why not let Kyouya 'help' each of you in turn and resolve this calmly?"

Reimu's face turned scarlet as she shouted, "Yukari, are you seriously suggesting Kyouya spends time with all of us?! Have you no shame?!"

Still smiling, Yukari replied with a hint of provocation, "I'm simply being practical, Reimu. You know Kyouya can handle this. Do you really think keeping him to yourself will solve everything?"

Mokou, fuming, pointed at Yukari: "You're so cunning! Acting all composed when you're just as eager as the rest of us. You think we can't see through you?!"

Remilia sneered, crossing her arms: "Yukari, your words are as outrageous as your gaps. Perhaps using them too often has left cracks in your mind as well?"

Aya raised an eyebrow with a playful smirk: "Oh? As ridiculous as Yukari's suggestion sounds, it's not entirely unreasonable. But shouldn't you step back first? Wouldn't want to seem too desperate now, would we?"

Even under their barrage of accusations, Yukari remained unbothered, waving her fan with a cryptic smile. "Are you all afraid Kyouya might actually choose to listen to me?"

She turned to Kyouya, her gaze full of suggestion: "Kyouya, what do you say? Drag this out and make everyone suffer, or follow my lead and resolve everything quickly?"

Kyouya, overwhelmed, froze, blushing furiously: "T-This is way too weird! Can't we think of another way?!"

Yukari leaned in close, whispering softly in his ear, "Kyouya, this is for everyone's happiness. Would you really let them suffer endlessly?"

Kyouya's mind spun wildly as he looked at Reimu, Mokou, Remilia, and Aya—all showing frustration, embarrassment, and inner turmoil. One thought echoed in his mind—What do I do now?!

Deep within the gap, as Yukari's provocative suggestion hung in the air, the tension grew thicker. Reimu was the first to step forward, her face flushed red, her tone a mix of embarrassment and righteous determination.

"Kyouya met me first in Gensokyo, and he lives at my shrine," Reimu clenched her fists tightly, her eyes filled with unwavering conviction.

"He's helped me countless times, but I've helped him just as much. Two years of companionship—can any of you claim a bond stronger than that?"

Yukari chuckled softly, partially covering her smile with her fan, her tone dripping with playful mockery: "Reimu, don't you think you're being a little too presumptuous? Bonds are important, yes, but do your two years of companionship truly outweigh the deep connection Kyouya and I share?"

Reimu glared coldly at Yukari. "Your 'deep connection'? You mean your endless tricks with your gaps? Sure, Kyouya helped you, but you were just using him to solve your problems."

Yukari's eyes sharpened as she folded her fan, a hint of disdain in her voice: "Reimu, do you even know how many perilous moments Kyouya and I have endured together in the depths of my gaps? Each time I was cornered, he stood by me without hesitation. Can your 'companionship' compare to that?"

Mokou, unwilling to back down, pointed at Reimu, her face flushed with frustration: "Reimu, don't act like you're the only one who matters to Kyouya! So what if you met him first? I'm the one who truly understands him! I know what's in his heart—do you?"

Reimu spun around, her glare sharp as a blade: "Mokou, what nonsense are you spouting? You've only met him a handful of times. What makes you think you know him better than me?"

Mokou, hands on her hips, fired back with defiance: "Why? Because every time he visits the Bamboo Forest, he always seeks me out to talk! He's never cold to me! And... and only I know how genuine his smile is!"

Reimu froze for a moment, her expression darkening as she gritted her teeth: "So what? He sleeps at my shrine every night. Where are you then? Hiding in the Bamboo Forest? What can you offer him?"

"Enough." Remilia interrupted coldly, crossing her arms with an air of superiority. "Reimu, Mokou, are these petty reasons all you have? Don't forget, Kyouya is the most honored guest of the Scarlet Devil Mansion. Every time he visits, I treat him with the utmost respect. Can any of you claim the same depth of relationship?"

Reimu, red with anger, snapped back: "Honored guest? Remilia, aside from wine, what else do you offer him? All you have are hollow pleasantries!"

Remilia's eyes narrowed as she sneered: "Hollow pleasantries? Reimu, your desperation to keep Kyouya around is nothing more than loneliness from having an empty shrine, isn't it?"

"What did you say?!" Reimu was on the verge of exploding when Aya, holding her camera, spoke with a faint smile but sharp eyes: "Reimu, Mokou, Remilia... this argument is unbearable. I don't want to meddle, but my bond with Kyouya is far deeper than any of yours."

Reimu scoffed: "Your newspapers? Your gossip articles? How does that help Kyouya? You just use his stories as headlines."

Mokou stomped, shouting angrily: "Reimu, before you criticize others, ask yourself—do you really care about Kyouya's feelings, or just the fact that he's staying with you?"

Kyouya stood frozen, feeling the weight of their stares, his face crimson and expression stiff. As their words grew sharper, he felt cornered and panicked: "C-Can you all calm down?! This... this was just... an accident, wasn't it?!"

Yukari waved her fan with a teasing smile: "Kyouya, this isn't just an accident. Since we're all affected by the aphrodisiac, it's your responsibility to help each one of us, isn't it?"

Reimu, blushing furiously, shouted: "Yukari, stop spouting nonsense! Kyouya doesn't owe you anything! If anyone should be helped first, it's me!"

Mokou glared at Reimu: "Why? Kyouya cares about all of us equally! Do you really think he'd only help you?"

Remilia raised an eyebrow with a cold smirk: "Instead of arguing, why not let Kyouya choose? He knows best who truly matters to him."

Aya, with a playful smirk, added: "Well, Reimu, do you have the confidence? Or are you afraid?"

Kyouya, utterly overwhelmed, raised his hands in despair: "Can you all just stop arguing... I... I don't even know what to do right now!"

Within the gap, the atmosphere grew extremely delicate in an instant because of Kyouya's reaction.

Kyouya's voice echoed in the depths of the gap, laden with sincerity and agony. The expression on his face was full of helplessness and struggle, yet also tinged with determination.

He fixed his gaze on Reimu, Yukari, Remilia, Aya, and Mokou—each of their eyes burned like flames, piercing straight into his soul.

"I've said it before—you're all equally important to me!" Kyouya's voice became louder, carrying unprecedented earnestness and resolve. "I absolutely cannot decide who's more important… because in my heart, all of you are my most precious bonds! You're more important than myself, more important than Gensokyo, more important than the entire world!"

His voice trembled slightly, but he continued: "This isn't about choosing one person over another! Back in the Yomi, I chose to sacrifice myself, not because any one of you was more important, but because each one of you is irreplaceable to me! Do you understand?!"

His words cracked like thunder, momentarily plunging the gap's interior into silence. Reimu, Yukari, Remilia, Aya, and Mokou were all stunned, their eyes reflecting complex emotions—surprise, touched feelings, and a hint of guilt.

However, the stillness lasted only a moment.

Reimu was the first to regain her senses, her face growing even redder. She bit her lip, sounding both aggrieved and resentful: "Kyouya… I get what you're saying, but at a time like this, do you really think that kind of statement will solve anything?!"

Yukari gently waved her fan, a faint smile on her lips, though her gaze revealed traces of tenderness and complexity she couldn't hide: "Kyouya, those words of yours certainly sound wonderful, but you should know that to each of us, you yourself are a unique bond. Such a perfunctory answer won't satisfy us."

Remilia gave a cold snort, folding her arms, her tone laced with arrogance and a hint of concealed embarrassment: "Kyouya, your answer sounds like you're trying to please everyone, but I'm not going to accept such ambiguous feelings. You ought to be more decisive!"

Aya lightly adjusted her camera, her eyes showing a hint of teasing: "Kyouya, you really are a good person, but doesn't your response sound a bit too much like a 'diplomatic' statement from the news? Do you think we'd accept that so easily?"

Mokou clenched her fists, her tone stubborn and unyielding: "Kyouya, I know you're someone who deeply values relationships, but aren't you forgetting that this situation can't be solved with just a few words?! What exactly… what are you planning to do?"

Amid the conflict and chaos, the effects of the aphrodisiac intensified. Suddenly, Reimu grabbed Kyouya's hand, biting her lip. Her voice trembled with undisguised shame and fervent desire: "Kyouya! If you really care about us, then prove it! Stop running away!"

Yukari's gaze flickered as she stepped forward, gently lifting Kyouya's chin with her finger, her tone dripping with seduction: "Kyouya, I've opened the depths of my gap to you. Are you not willing to do more for us?"

Remilia snorted coldly, sounding even more domineering: "Kyouya, why are you hesitating? As an ally of the Scarlet family, you should know we don't tolerate half-hearted answers. Now is the time for action!"

Aya smiled subtly, her tone carrying a slight pressure: "Kyouya, we've been waiting for you a long time. Don't tell me you need each of us to 'remind' you what you should do?"

By now, Mokou was so upset that her fists were shaking, her face flushed. She gritted her teeth and said, "Kyouya, answer me clearly! Do you want this or not… or are you just too scared?!"

Surrounded by the five of them, Kyouya felt as though he was drenched in sweat. Glancing frantically between Reimu, Yukari, Remilia, Aya, and Mokou, only one thought kept hammering in his mind—How did I end up in such a predicament?! How on earth do I fix this?!

Still reeling from the earlier argument, Kyouya suddenly became keenly aware of a change in his body—particularly in his lower region. A surge of intense heat caused him to freeze on the spot, his face immediately turning bright red.

"W-What the heck is going on?!" It was as if Kyouya's mind had been struck by lightning, leaving him unable to process the situation before him. He instinctively moved a hand to hide it, which only drew the others' attention all the more.

In an instant, Yukari's gaze zeroed in on Kyouya's crotch. She raised her eyebrow and smirked meaningfully.

Those mysterious purple eyes seemed to see through everything at once. She murmured quietly, her tone brimming with amusement: "Oh… I see, Kyouya. Looks like you're all set and ready."

"Yukari!" Reimu blushed deeply, glaring at Yukari's provocation, rushing to stop her. Yet her eyes couldn't help but wander toward Kyouya. As her gaze drifted downward, she gaped, a blush swiftly spreading to her ears.

At that moment, Remilia's eyes lit up, excitement and pride clear on her face as she lunged forward. With deft movements, she climbed onto Kyouya and, without hesitation, undid his belt. The swift series of motions left Kyouya no time to react.

"Wait, Remilia! What are you doing?!" Aya shouted in alarm, though she didn't actually intervene—her eyes were fixed on Remilia's actions.

The instant the belt came undone, everyone saw that part of Kyouya.

Suddenly, the air seemed to freeze.

Reimu's face went crimson, redder than a ripe apple. Covering her mouth, she stared in disbelief at its size. "H-How is this possible…? That's not something a human should have!"

Mokou, normally straightforward, could no longer keep her cool. She stood rooted in place, her expression torn between embarrassment and shock as she muttered, "That… that's way… way too over-the-top… Can that really fit…?"

Though Aya's mouth twitched slightly, her eyes flickered. She brushed aside some hair from her forehead, speaking with forced composure: "This is… well, definitely newsworthy. But that size… you must be kidding me, right?"

Even Remilia—normally the epitome of confidence—blushed faintly. However, she maintained her proud demeanor, though her voice quivered with disbelief: "Kyouya, you… you're serious, right? That size is just… too…" Halfway through, she lowered her head, the blush spreading across her face.

Observing the scene, the smile on Yukari's face grew ever more pronounced. Waving her fan gently, she spoke with a teasing lilt: "My, my, it appears that Kyouya truly isn't an ordinary tsukumogami… A size like that isn't something just anyone can handle." As she said this, her gaze swept slowly across the other women present.

Even so, in their gazes was not only embarrassment, but also an undeniable hint of anticipation. Although most of them had never experienced anything like this before, their intuition told them that everything happening here would change their relationships with Kyouya forever.

Reimu gritted her teeth, trying hard to steady her mind. There was a hint of reluctance in her tone:
"In a situation like this, don't get carried away… The aphrodisiac is still taking effect. Kyouya… Kyouya… only I can handle this! The rest of you… just stay out of it!"

Mokou's eyes suddenly grew sharper. She stepped forward, her voice filled with stubbornness:
"Reimu, who says only you can help? Kyouya is an important bond for each and every one of us, so don't think you can keep him all to yourself!"

Remilia raised her head haughtily, a slight provocation in her tone:
"Hmph, you're all making such a fuss, but can you really handle this? He's an ally of the Scarlet family, so I won't let you get ahead of me!"

Aya let out a small sigh, her tone carrying a faint weight:
"Stop fighting. Kyouya's condition calls for someone calm and professional to deal with it. None of you should fight—this is prime material for news."

Yukari merely chuckled lightly, her voice full of meaningful amusement:
"All right, all right. Quarreling won't do any good. Kyouya… what will he choose, I wonder?" Her gaze once again locked onto Kyouya, brimming with anticipation.

Kyouya was already in complete disarray, his voice trembling as never before:
"You're all equally important to me! There's no way I can decide who's most important…"

His face reflected helplessness and unwavering resolve, like a powerful blow that briefly stunned everyone.

Reimu's face had long since turned crimson. She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails nearly dug into her palms. Her eyes darted between Kyouya and the others, her shame and desire tangled within her.

She took a deep breath, and for an instant, her gaze grew resolute. Then, she suddenly stepped forward, grabbed the collar of Kyouya's clothing, and yanked him closer.

"Kyouya, stop spouting nonsense!" Reimu's voice quivered, yet held an uncompromising determination. "You say you don't want to choose, that we're all equally important… but do you realize? I don't need those fancy words. I need you to take action right now!"

Kyouya froze, his eyes locked on Reimu's reddened cheeks. His lips parted slightly, but no sound emerged.

Reimu bit her lip, as though steeling herself for something. In the next moment, she leaned in abruptly and kissed Kyouya.

That kiss carried her usual forcefulness, yet there was also an irrepressible tenderness. Everyone was stunned by her sudden move—Yukari raised an eyebrow, Remilia's mouth gaped, and Aya, camera in hand, wore a rare look of shock.

When the kiss ended, Reimu's face grew redder still, but she continued gripping Kyouya's collar. Her tone revealed undeniable shame yet stubbornness:
"I don't care what explanation you give next. I have to come first today… because I was the very first person you met in Gensokyo, and I was the one you chose first!"

Yukari lightly waved her fan, speaking with a hint of teasing:
"Oh? Reimu, I never expected you to be so proactive. It seems the aphrodisiac is truly something we can't ignore…"

Remilia gave a cold snort, her gaze full of provocation:
"You sure moved fast, Reimu. But… this is only the beginning!"

Aya adjusted her camera, a faint but meaningful smile on her face:
"Heh, this is going to be an exclusive story… How will things develop from here?"

Meanwhile, Kyouya remained frozen, utterly unable to process what had just happened. One thought echoed over and over in his mind—Reimu actually… really kissed me?!

After Reimu's kiss, her breathing was ragged, and her face was flushed with embarrassment, but she still held firmly to Kyouya's collar, her eyes reflecting unyielding resolve. Yet before she could speak, Yukari sidled up silently, the corner of her lips curling in a provoking smile.
"My, Reimu, you sure surprised me… If you're going to be that forward, then I can't lose to you," Yukari said in a low, magnetic voice. Finishing her sentence, she suddenly leaned in and kissed Reimu on the lips.

Reimu's eyes flew open, caught completely off guard. Yukari's movements were both gentle and commanding, ending the kiss softly before looking at Kyouya with a mischievous smile:
"Now… Kyouya should see more clearly just how serious I am, yes?"
With that, Yukari moved slowly toward Kyouya and kissed him once more, this time with far more allure and provocation than Reimu's straightforward kiss. Kyouya's mind went utterly blank.

"Yukari! You…!" Mokou's voice was full of anger and frustration.

She strode forward and grabbed Kyouya's hand, pressing it against her own chest with stubborn determination:
"Kyouya, you can't tell me… you don't have any feelings for me?!"

"Mokou, that's cheating!" Remilia snorted, though she didn't pause her own actions. She moved elegantly closer to Kyouya, tilting her head so her lips hovered near his neck, as though ready to sink her fangs in at any moment.

Her voice was husky and seductive:
"Kyouya… do you realize how impossible it is to resist you in a situation like this?"

Aya stood by, letting out a soft sigh, a rare tangle of emotions on her face. She stepped forward gently and wrapped her arms around Kyouya's waist, her tone tender but with an undeniable pressure:
"Kyouya, you haven't forgotten about me, right? I've been documenting everything about you… and this time, I want to truly become part of that record."

Reimu's face was so red it looked like she might start dripping blood. Yet with steadfast resolve, she undid part of her shrine maiden outfit:
"Kyouya! Don't even think of escaping this time! If it weren't for the aphrodisiac, I would never let you see me like this…"

Yukari lightly waved her fan, casting a wry smile at Reimu, a meaningful glint in her eyes:
"My, you're all bolder than I expected. But… the aphrodisiac is affecting every one of us. There's no resisting it. So why not be a little more direct?"

Right after she spoke, Yukari calmly loosened her outer robe and let it slip off her shoulders, revealing her pale skin beneath.

The motion was unhurried yet brimming with provocative allure, as if to declare how confident she was in her body and charm.

"Yukari, what are you doing?!" Reimu exclaimed in shock, eyes wide at Yukari.

Before Reimu could gather her wits, Remilia let out a cold laugh and lifted her head, her eyes burning with challenge:
"Reimu, Yukari, you won't be beating me to the punch! Kyouya is my knight. Now that things have come to this, I can't afford to lag behind."
With that, she undid her dress clasp. The elaborate Gothic dress slid down slowly, revealing her petite yet refined figure.

Aya pressed a hand to her hat, her blush deepening as she stared intently at Kyouya. Her tone carried a strong hint of frustration:
"Hmph… It's impossible to stay calm at a time like this. But since all of you have started, I won't lose either."

With these words, she gently placed her camera on the ground, swiftly unbuttoning her white blouse. Though her motions carried a touch of shyness, there was no concealing the palpable desire in them.

Mokou, usually so bold and unrestrained, now showed a rare hint of shyness. She bit her lip, her face flushed a deep red, yet she still muttered under her breath, "Since everyone else is… I don't want to fall behind either…"

With slightly trembling hands, she unfastened the buttons of her white shirt, lowering her head to avoid meeting Kyouya's gaze. Even so, she quickly slipped off her top.

At that moment, Kyouya was completely dumbfounded. It felt as if his brain had been struck by countless bolts of lightning, rendering him utterly incapable of comprehending the situation before him. His gaze swept over the five girls, their garments slipping to the floor, each revealing a distinct yet equally breathtaking figure that made his heart pound uncontrollably.

"W-Wait a minute!" Kyouya raised both hands, his voice filled with panic and disbelief.

"What… what are you all doing?!"

Reimu's face was as red as a boiled shrimp, yet she clung tightly to Kyouya's sleeve, her gaze brimming with both embarrassment and unwavering resolve.
"Kyouya, don't say anything… You have no idea how much we're suffering right now. This… this is the only way we can feel relief!"

Yukari gently waved her fan, her voice laced with teasing allure.
"Kyouya, this is your responsibility, you know. As a battle god, you wouldn't really let us endure this pain, would you?"

Remilia lunged directly at Kyouya, gripping his shoulders tightly, her tone filled with dominance and yearning.
"Kyouya, you're my ally. I won't allow you to refuse me! This is an order from the Scarlet family!"

Aya lowered her head slightly, a faint, meaningful smile curving her lips.
"Kyouya, I've recorded every heroic deed you've ever done. Now, it's time for you to save us once again, isn't it?"

Mokou bit her lip, her blush growing deeper, but her eyes still burned with stubbornness and longing.
"Kyouya, I know you don't want to hurt us… but if you don't help us now, we really won't make it…"

Kyouya's mind went completely blank. Seeing the girls' slightly trembling bodies and their faces filled with both shyness and desire, he felt as though his soul had left his body.

His voice trembled with helplessness and despair.
"C-Can't you all just calm down?! Something like this… can it really be done so casually?! What am I supposed to do…?"

Reimu suddenly grabbed his arm, locking eyes with him. Her voice carried a mix of determination and shyness.
"Kyouya, stop running away! Don't you understand? Every one of us has already placed you in the most important part of our hearts… Tonight, you can't escape anymore!"

Yukari let out a soft chuckle, her tone playful yet gentle.
"Kyouya, you're always so flustered, yet so tender. Just this once, please listen to our hearts, won't you?"

Remilia lifted her head proudly, her voice filled with an irresistible command.
"Kyouya, tonight you must prove to us that we are truly your bonds—not just empty words!"

Aya leaned gently against his shoulder, her voice soft but resolute.
"Kyouya, you once said we were your 'everything.' Now's the time to show us what that truly means."

Mokou gripped his wrist tightly, her voice brimming with stubbornness and raw emotion.
"Kyouya, you know me—I never believed in sweet words. But you said you'd protect us… so prove it to me with your actions!"

Kyouya's mind was in complete turmoil, feeling as though he were surrounded by five blazing flames, each girl expressing her feelings and determination in her own way. His breathing grew more rapid, a low murmur escaping his throat.

"You really… really can't do this…" His voice was weak and trembling, almost pleading. But he knew deep down—these girls, the most important bonds he had formed in countless eons since his creation, were the ones he could never refuse.

Reimu's voice broke through the silence, low yet filled with warmth.
"Kyouya, I know this is difficult for you… but please understand, this is the choice we've all made—yours and ours. Don't be afraid, we're all here together."

Yukari gently stroked Kyouya's cheek, her tone a blend of tenderness and temptation.
"Kyouya, you always care so much about our feelings… Tonight, let us take care of you instead."

Remilia scoffed softly, her voice dripping with possessiveness and pride.
"Kyouya, this is what you deserve—and what you must face!"

Aya's eyes softened, her voice a gentle murmur.
"Kyouya, we're all by your side. This time, let us guide you."

Mokou's voice, though tinged with stubbornness, couldn't hide the overflowing emotions within.
"Kyouya, I hate it when you run away… but I know your kindness. So I won't let you face this alone!"

The atmosphere within the gap grew increasingly heated as the actions and emotions of the five girls intertwined, pushing Kyouya toward an inescapable abyss.

Within his heart, contradictions and helplessness surged—he knew that every step from this moment on would irrevocably change the bonds and fate he shared with these five girls.

Kyouya's voice trembled slightly, filled with sincerity and uncertainty.
"You… You're all so beautiful…"

These words made Reimu's gaze turn even more resolute. Her hands gently grasped Kyouya's shoulders, her face flushed, and her breathing grew rapid and unsteady.

Yet at this moment, she hesitated no longer—pressing her lips together, closing her eyes slightly, and resolutely sitting down.

In an instant, Reimu's body stiffened, her eyes widening as a sharp pain surged through her like an electric current from deep within. A light gasp escaped her lips, followed by an uncontrollable whimper.

"Ah—!"

At that moment, Reimu's body trembled slightly, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. She felt a tearing pain, and in the next second, the final vestige of her purity flowed forth—a crimson trace marking the moment.

Kyouya froze, his eyes filled with shock and panic. He instinctively reached out to hold Reimu's shoulders, his voice laden with guilt and fear.
"Reimu! Are you okay? If it's too much… I'll stop immediately!"

Reimu bit her lip, her brow furrowed as she fought to suppress the pain. Yet, despite the trembling in her voice, she spoke with determination.
"No… Don't stop! Kyouya, I can handle it… I… I was prepared for this…"

At that moment, Yukari slowly approached, gently placing a reassuring hand on Reimu's shoulder. Her voice was soft and soothing.
"Reimu, take a deep breath. Don't be nervous… This pain is only temporary—it will pass soon."

Her fingers trailed lightly along Reimu's back as she whispered,
"You're brave, and you're strong… You should be proud of yourself."

Her voice, like a warm breeze, gradually eased the tension within Reimu. Closing her eyes, Reimu took a deep breath, focusing on calming her body. Though her hands still clutched Kyouya's shoulders tightly, the pain on her face slowly shifted into a look of quiet determination.

Meanwhile, Remilia scoffed softly, a complicated emotion flickering in her crimson eyes. She lightly brushed aside hair, her tone laced with unwillingness and provocation.
"Yukari, how tender of you… But I won't lose to any of you."

Aya let out a quiet sigh, a gentle glimmer appearing in her gaze as she looked at Reimu's back. A faint, enigmatic smile formed on her lips.
"Reimu… You truly are courageous. I will also seize my own chance."

Mokou clenched her fists, her face growing redder as she bit her lip. Her gaze, however, carried a mix of stubbornness and admiration.
"Reimu… You really are something else…"

Kyouya's emotions were in turmoil. Taking a deep breath, he reached out and gently caressed Reimu's cheek, his voice filled with remorse and tenderness.
"Reimu, if it ever becomes too much, you must tell me… I don't want you to suffer any pain."

Reimu slowly opened her eyes, gazing deeply into Kyouya's. A weak yet determined smile graced her lips.
"Kyouya… This is… my own choice… I won't regret it…"

Though her voice was faint, the unwavering resolve within it made it impossible for Kyouya to ignore.

Yukari gave Kyouya a gentle pat on the shoulder, her voice tinged with a hint of playful amusement.
"Kyouya, it seems your bonds aren't just empty words after all… Still, from here on… you have even greater responsibilities."

Her gaze swept over the others present, filled with both provocation and anticipation.

Under Yukari's soothing presence, Reimu gradually adapted to the tearing pain, yet her actions did not cease. Embarrassment and determination intertwined as she moved forward.

Reimu gently undid the red ribbon in her hair, letting the previously bound black locks cascade like a waterfall. The blush spreading across her cheeks only heightened her captivating charm.

Her hand trembled as it rested on her chest, and after taking a deep breath, she straightened her body slightly, pressing her soft breasts closer to Kyouya's face.

Kyouya froze, instinctively placing his hands on Reimu's shoulders, his voice filled with surprise and confusion.
"Reimu, wh-what are you doing?!"

Reimu's face was so red it looked like it might drip blood, yet her gaze shone with a blend of resolve and shyness. She murmured softly,
"Kyouya… I've already taken the first step… I don't want to back down now…"

She inched closer, her soft chest nearly brushing Kyouya's lips. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down involuntarily, his breathing growing rapid. The sight before him overwhelmed his ability to think.

"Reimu…" Kyouya's voice trembled, yet his body reacted on instinct, leaning in. Gently, he lowered his head, pressing his lips to Reimu's delicate skin, then carefully taking one side into his mouth.

Reimu's eyes snapped shut, her body quivering slightly. Her hands clutched Kyouya's arms tightly, and she let out a faint moan,
"Ah…!"

She blushed so fiercely she could hardly look at anyone else, yet her expression betrayed an undeniable hint of satisfaction. Her voice was nearly inaudible, laced with shyness and tenderness.
"Kyouya… keep going…"

As Reimu gradually grew accustomed, Kyouya's movements became more proactive and gentle. He took a deep breath, cautiously lifting Reimu into his arms, supporting her slender waist so she could feel his steadiness and strength.

Reimu's breathing was uneven, her gaze filled with intense embarrassment and a hazy longing.

Yet she did not resist; instead, she wrapped her arms around Kyouya's neck, resting her head on his shoulder and murmuring,
"Kyouya… I trust you…"

Kyouya nodded gently, his eyes so tender they seemed ready to melt. He spoke in a low voice,
"Reimu, I'll do everything I can to keep you from getting hurt…"

Before he finished speaking, he slowly entered Reimu's body once more—this time with a firmer blend of gentleness and desire. Reimu's body trembled slightly, a soft cry escaping her lips,
"!/!"

She clung tightly to Kyouya, her hands involuntarily gripping his shoulders harder, the blush on her face creeping all the way to her ears. The warm, fulfilling sensation made her feel as though she were drifting toward a pure bliss, her consciousness growing fuzzy and her eyes more clouded with rapture.

"Kyouya… ah…" Reimu's voice quivered, unable to form a coherent sentence. Her breathing grew increasingly erratic; she resembled a cat luxuriating in gentle warmth, relaxing completely in Kyouya's embrace.

Kyouya's actions remained gentle and soothing. He carefully cradled her back, providing an incomparable sense of security. Pressing his forehead against hers, he spoke in a low, earnest tone,
"You're not just the shrine maiden of the Hakurei Shrine; you are Reimu Hakurei, the most important person to me… I only want to make you happy."

Their gazes met and intertwined, as though they had finally found the deepest refuge within each other. Reimu nodded softly, whispering,
"Kyouya… I feel so happy in this moment…"

In the gap, the other four girls watched the scene unfold, each harboring jealousy, unwillingness, and a touch of heartfelt emotion. Yukari lightly shook her fan, a meaningful smile playing at her lips.
"Reimu, you truly are fortunate… But Kyouya, the rest of us won't let you off so easily."

Remilia let out a disdainful snort, her voice brimming with pride.
"Kyouya, this is only the beginning. You still owe us an explanation!"

Aya sighed softly, her tone laced with both gentleness and envy.
"Reimu… you've won this round splendidly. But Kyouya, we want your response as well."

Mokou clenched her fists, her blush deepening. She bit her lip stubbornly, muttering,
"Kyouya, you idiot… This time, maybe Reimu's the winner, but I'm definitely not giving up!"

Kyouya continued his gentle yet resolute movements, holding Reimu firmly and letting her feel his sincerity. Despite the turmoil and conflict within him, in this moment, he belonged solely to Reimu…

Reimu trembled, clinging tightly to Kyouya as though she had found the warmest of harbors. Her voice quivered, her breath ragged,
"Kyouya… I…" She could scarcely speak, only managing soft gasps.

Though still a bit clumsy, Kyouya's actions brimmed with genuine care. He sensed her every reaction, his heart filled with tenderness and affection. In a hushed voice, he said,
"Reimu, I will stay with you… No matter what happens, I'll never let go."

Reimu's eyes grew ever more unfocused, her body relaxing in time with his movements. It was as though her consciousness had drifted away from reality, entering a world of pure warmth and joy. Her lips parted slightly, and she whispered,
"Kyouya…"

With the effects of the medicine fully worn off, Reimu lay quietly on the soft bed, her gaze still somewhat dazed and her cheeks faintly flushed. Her breathing had steadied, as though she were immersed in profound satisfaction and peace.

Reimu's body trembled slightly as she murmured, "Kyouya… thank you…" Then, she closed her eyes and drifted into a deep slumber. Between her legs, the faint glow of Kyouya's life essence shimmered softly, a sign that the effects of the aphrodisiac had been completely nullified.

Kyouya sat by the bed, gazing at Reimu's peaceful face, his expression filled with warmth and concern. He gently pulled the blanket over her body, then took a deep breath before lifting his head to look at Yukari.

Standing nearby, Yukari wore an enigmatic smile on her lips, her golden eyes locked onto Kyouya as if waiting for his next move. She waved her fan lightly, her tone carrying a teasing lilt.
"Kyouya, you've certainly left an impression… Reimu's effects have worn off, so now… it's my turn, isn't it?"

Kyouya looked up and met Yukari's gaze. His face still held a trace of shyness, but beyond that was a rare sense of sincerity and determination. He took a deep breath, his voice low yet brimming with deep emotion.
"My esteemed youkai sage…"

Yukari's eyes flickered with a subtle shift, her smile momentarily freezing before she raised an intrigued eyebrow.
"Oh? Kyouya, addressing me like that… what exactly do you mean by it?"

Kyouya hesitated for a brief moment before turning fully toward Yukari, his eyes locking onto hers—deep and filled with wisdom and emotion.

His face flushed instantly, but then he inhaled deeply, as if steeling himself. His voice, though low, was unwaveringly sincere.

"My youkai sage… You have always been so intelligent, so powerful, constantly using your strength to protect Gensokyo, guiding everyone with your wisdom. But to me, you are not just the exalted youkai sage—you are Yakumo Yukari, someone I trust and rely on more than anything."

Yukari's expression wavered slightly, a fleeting flicker in her violet eyes. The usual amusement in her smile seemed to pause for a brief moment.

However, she quickly regained her composure, lightly fanning herself as she responded with a teasing tone.
"Oh? Kyouya, those words are certainly touching… But that alone won't be enough."

Kyouya's gaze grew even more focused. He took a step forward and gently grasped Yukari's wrist, his voice carrying even greater sincerity.
"Yukari, I know you are strong, but I also know that you are lonely. You shoulder everything on your own, yet you rarely reveal your true feelings… But to me, your wisdom and power are admirable, yes—but what I care about most is you."

Yukari's fingers trembled slightly, her playful smile becoming momentarily rigid. A flicker of indecipherable emotion passed through her violet irises.

Kyouya continued, his tone steady and unwavering.
"I don't understand complex emotions, but I do know this… To me, you are more important than myself, than Gensokyo, and even more than this world itself."

His words were simple, perhaps clumsy, yet their sincerity struck like a thunderclap, impossible to ignore.

Yukari remained silent for a moment before letting out a soft sigh, her voice now carrying an unexpected gentleness.
"Kyouya, you really do make it hard for people to refuse you… But from here on, it's no longer your turn to speak."

With that, she gently tilted Kyouya's chin up, her gaze brimming with undeniable allure and deep affection, before pressing her lips firmly against his. The kiss was both gentle and domineering, as if asserting her role as the youkai sage who always took the lead.

Kyouya's eyes widened in shock, utterly unprepared for Yukari's sudden movement. The warmth of her lips sent his mind reeling into a daze. His hands instinctively lifted as if to say something, but once again, Yukari stole his breath away.

"Kyouya… This time, it's your turn to believe in me." Yukari's voice was low and magnetic, pushing Kyouya gently onto the bed beneath him, her gaze filled with both possessiveness and tenderness.

"Yukari… you…" Kyouya's voice trembled slightly, but there was no resistance—only an overwhelming tide of emotions he could no longer suppress.

Within the confines of the gap, Yukari's kiss was both a declaration and a reassurance, causing Kyouya's thoughts to scatter completely.

He could do nothing but follow her lead until he found himself gently pressed into the softness of the bed.

Yukari gazed down at him, her violet eyes gleaming with an almost hypnotic light. Her fingers traced lightly along Kyouya's cheek, her usual composed smile now carrying something deeper—an emotion she had long hidden away.

"Kyouya, do you know?" she murmured, her voice softer than ever before, tinged with a vulnerability rarely seen. "I always believed that a youkai like me had no need for these kinds of bonds… But your presence has changed my world."

Kyouya's breath hitched as he opened his mouth, as if to respond, but before he could say a word, Yukari leaned in once more, capturing his lips in another deep, lingering kiss.

The kiss was warm, tender, and impossibly long—filling Kyouya with a sense of security and devotion unlike anything he had ever felt before. As Yukari finally pulled back, her voice dropped into a sultry whisper.
"Kyouya, I've already felt your heart… Now, just surrender yourself to me."

Kyouya's face turned completely red. His emotional intelligence was often lacking, yet even he understood Yukari's intentions now. He murmured softly,
"Yukari… I don't know how to say this properly, but… you really are important to me…"

Yukari chuckled lightly, her tone carrying both amusement and fondness.
"Your clumsiness is surprisingly endearing, you know?"

Her movements grew bolder as she traced her fingers down his chest, her voice dropping into a sultry murmur.
"Tonight, your youkai sage will teach you something new…~"

Kyouya's body tensed, his eyes filled with both panic and anticipation.
"Yukari, you… you're really going to…?"

Setting her fan aside, Yukari's smile deepened with mischief and determination.
"Of course, Kyouya. You've already made Reimu happy—now, it's my turn."

Without hesitation, she leaned forward, her graceful movements exuding complete control. Kyouya could only stare in stunned silence, his heart pounding so loudly it threatened to burst from his chest.

The atmosphere between them grew increasingly intimate, the contrast between Yukari's dominance and Kyouya's endearing awkwardness making it all the more enthralling.

Meanwhile, lying at the edge of the bed, Reimu's half-lidded eyes watched the two figures entwine, a complex emotion flickering within her gaze.

Yukari's form pressed against Kyouya, her once-cold demeanor now softened by a growing blush. Her violet eyes shimmered as her breath hitched, laced with undeniable affection and longing.

Kyouya's hands instinctively wrapped around Yukari's waist. Though inexperienced, his every touch carried an undeniable sincerity. As he looked down at her—the enigmatic, untouchable youkai sage—now revealing such a fragile, intimate side of herself, his heart clenched with emotion.

"Yukari, right now… you're not the youkai sage." Kyouya's voice was low and earnest, his gaze filled with overwhelming tenderness. "You're Yukari Yakumo—the woman I will always protect."

Yukari's breath caught, her violet eyes widening slightly. The blush on her cheeks deepened as something inside her seemed to shatter—a loneliness she had hidden away for centuries, replaced by something infinitely warmer.

For the first time in her long, timeless existence, she felt utterly, completely seen.

Kyouya inhaled deeply, his expression firm.
"You are my bond. One of the most important people in my life. I will always protect you, just as you have always protected Gensokyo."

Yukari's entire body shivered slightly, her breath momentarily hitching as his words struck deep. That loneliness she had buried for so long—his words shattered it completely.

"Kyouya…" Yukari spoke softly, her voice carrying an unusual tremble and tenderness. "You… fool."

A faint smile graced her lips before she leaned down again, embracing Kyouya tightly. Her voice was low and gentle.
"This time… let you be the one to protect me, my Toushin."

Lying lazily on one side of the bed, Reimu was still basking in the afterglow of what had just transpired. She turned her head slightly, watching the interaction between Kyouya and Yukari. A faint smile appeared on her lips, her gaze carrying a mix of surprise and reluctant acceptance.

"Yukari… I've never seen you this defenseless before." Reimu murmured, her tone laced with fatigue and amusement.

At that moment, Yukari was attempting to regain her usual composure and grace.

Supporting herself with one hand on the bed, her violet eyes still held a trace of daze, and the blush on her face refused to fade. She looked at Kyouya, about to say something—only to see him suddenly step forward, lowering his head between her legs.

"W-Wait, Kyouya!" Yukari's eyes widened in shock, and as she realized what he was about to do, the blush on her face quickly spread to her ears, her entire body tensing in a rare display of flustered panic.

"You fool! Do you even know what you're doing?!" Yukari's voice trembled slightly, struggling to mask her growing unease—an expression completely foreign to the usually composed and enigmatic youkai sage.

Yet Kyouya showed no intention of stopping. His movements remained focused and sincere, without a hint of hesitation. Despite his notoriously low emotional intelligence, in this moment, his actions conveyed a purity and depth of feeling beyond words.

Feeling the unfamiliar sensation overwhelm her, a wave of embarrassment crashed over Yukari. Her hands gripped the bedsheets tightly, her body trembling ever so slightly.

She looked down at Kyouya, and within his unwavering concentration, she saw something she had never expected—an unshakable depth of devotion.

"This idiot…" Yukari swallowed hard, her voice filled with disbelief and helplessness. "He truly… loves me…"

That realization melted away the last of Yukari's defenses. Her gaze, once filled with flustered resistance, softened into something far more complex.

Letting out a quiet sigh, she placed a trembling hand on Kyouya's head. Though her fingers still quivered, her voice carried an uncharacteristic gentleness.

"You fool…"

Kyouya's voice was muffled as he responded from between her legs.
"Yukari, you're so important to me… I want you to understand—I would do anything for you, no matter how embarrassing it might be."

Yukari froze, feeling as though something inside her had been struck with overwhelming force. She had never imagined that this normally clueless and awkward man would use such an extreme method to express his sincerity.

From the side, Reimu watched in shock, slowly sitting up with an amused smile.
"Yukari, aren't you usually so composed? Why are you suddenly acting so adorable now?"

Yukari shot her a sharp glare, but the fiery blush on her face had long since robbed her of her usual dignity.

"Reimu, you… shut up!" She tried to regain her usual sharpness, but the tremble in her voice gave her away completely.

Kyouya's movements didn't stop, growing even gentler yet no less focused. Yukari's breath became uneven, her fingers tightening around his hair, her entire being surrendering to the rawness of the moment.

"Kyouya… you fool…" Yukari's voice trembled, but there was no longer rejection—only deep affection and surrender. "I understand now… your feelings… I understand everything…"

The atmosphere within the gap deepened, Kyouya conveying his emotions through action, and Yukari, in turn, allowing herself to completely let go. For the first time, she dropped her barriers and revealed the truest version of herself—not as the untouchable youkai sage, but as a woman embracing love.

As Kyouya's devotion deepened, Reimu had turned to her side, quietly observing with an amused smirk. Meanwhile, Mokou, Aya, and Remilia sat frozen, their faces growing increasingly red as they processed what was happening before them. Their eyes carried a storm of conflicting emotions—jealousy, astonishment, and an unmistakable yearning.

Mokou clenched her fists, grumbling under her breath.
"That idiot… He can even do something like this?! Yukari is usually so untouchable, yet now… now she's letting him go that far?!"

Aya covered her face with both hands, but between her fingers, the deep flush on her cheeks was still visible. She sighed, her voice filled with conflicted emotions.
"I thought Yukari would never open her heart to anyone… and yet Kyouya has made her surrender so completely."

Remilia's expression was the most complex of them all. Arms crossed, her crimson eyes flickered with jealousy and frustration as she let out a scoff.
"Hmph, that Yukari… Always acting high and mighty, and now she looks completely weak before him! No way, I refuse to lose to her!"

Yet none of them moved. All they could do was sit there and watch, caught in their own whirlwind of emotions.

As Yukari's breath grew even more ragged, Kyouya finally pulled her into his arms, his gaze filled with unyielding devotion. In a low voice, he asked,
"Yukari… May I?"

By now, Yukari had abandoned all pretense. Her face was burning, her body trembling, but she still nodded softly, her golden eyes filled with trust and affection.
"Kyouya… I entrust myself to you…"

Kyouya took a deep breath before gently entering her.

"!"

Yukari's eyes widened in shock, her entire body tensing as a sharp gasp escaped her lips. Kyouya immediately froze, sensing that something was off.

His gaze snapped downward, filled with concern and confusion.

"Yukari… You… this is…?" His voice wavered in disbelief.

Because there, between her legs, a deep crimson stained the sheets—proof that she had never been touched before.

"You… could it be…?" Kyouya's eyes widened in disbelief, his voice filled with shock and guilt.

"Yukari, you're… this was your first time?! If you're feeling any pain, I'll stop immediately!"

Yukari slowly lifted her head, her face flushed and weary, but a faint smile played on her lips. She reached out, gently caressing Kyouya's cheek, her voice low and tender.
"Idiot… do you really think so little of me? A thousand years… staying pure isn't such a difficult thing."

Kyouya's gaze grew even more complex, a mixture of deep emotion and overwhelming guilt. He whispered, "Yukari, I… I'm sorry. I didn't know… If you're in pain, I can stop…"

Yukari shook her head softly, her violet eyes carrying a depth of affection that words could hardly express.
"Kyouya, don't stop… This is my choice, and it's the proof of what I want to give to you…"

Her voice grew fainter, and the pain on her face gradually softened into something gentler. Kyouya held her tightly, moving with the utmost care, his gaze filled with tenderness and devotion.
"Yukari, I'll be careful… You are my most precious bond, and I will never let you get hurt."

From the sidelines, Mokou, Aya, and Remilia watched the scene unfold, their emotions growing more tangled by the second.

As Kyouya's movements intensified, the atmosphere reached an undeniable peak. Yukari's breath grew more rapid, her arms clinging tightly around Kyouya's back, her fingers trembling as they gripped his shoulders. A deep blush spread across her face, her body responding instinctively to the overwhelming sensations.

She could barely form words, her voice breaking into fragmented gasps. "Ah… Kyouya… I… I'm about to…!"

Kyouya, his own face burning red, gazed at her intently. His movements became more fervent, yet never losing their warmth and care. The usual playful, carefree Kyouya had completely transformed into someone consumed with passion and sincerity. His voice was low and unwavering.

"Yukari… Don't worry. I will protect you… You are my woman!"

Yukari's grip on his back tightened, the depth and intensity of his movements making her body shudder involuntarily. Her breath came in short, erratic pants, her voice rising in a mixture of bliss and desperation.
"Ah—! …/!"

Her violet eyes grew unfocused, her voice becoming fragmented and incoherent. Overwhelmed by the moment, she clung onto Kyouya as if he were the only anchor keeping her grounded.
"Kyouya… I… I'm about to… ah…!"

Kyouya, fully absorbed in the moment, could feel her reaching her limit. The sincerity in his actions only grew stronger, his pace increasing as if trying to etch his feelings directly into her being.

"Yukari… I'm right here. Trust me… I'll show you just how much I cherish you!"

Yukari's body completely surrendered to him, her breathless gasps filling the space. Her violet eyes, usually calm and wise, now shimmered with pure emotion.
"It's okay… it's okay… ah… Kyouya… give me… all of you…!"

The three observers—Mokou, Aya, and Remilia—had fallen into a stunned silence, their expressions filled with a mix of shock and growing embarrassment.

Mokou's lips trembled as she struggled to tear her gaze away, but her eyes remained glued to the sight before her. Biting her lip, she muttered under her breath,
"That bastard… Yukari's always so untouchable, and yet… yet she's completely melting before him…?"

Aya rubbed her temples, her voice laced with awkwardness and a hint of exasperation.
"Yukari… she's surprisingly… passionate. I never would've guessed she could be like this…"

Remilia, arms crossed, wore the most conflicted expression of all. Her crimson eyes burned with jealousy, irritation, and disbelief.
"Hmph! That Yukari… Always acting like she's above it all, and now she's completely weak before him?! No way—I refuse to lose to her!"

Yet none of them moved. They could do nothing but watch, their hearts entangled in emotions they couldn't fully understand.

With one final deep movement, Kyouya poured everything into Yukari, her body trembling in response. A soft, breathless moan escaped her lips as she finally collapsed completely into the bed.

The warmth of his essence filled her, and the evidence of their union trickled down, undeniable and real.

Her face was flushed beyond reason, her body still tingling in aftershocks. She lay there, bathed in a glow of satisfaction and exhaustion, her violet eyes clouded with pure bliss.

From the side, Reimu—though exhausted herself—couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of Yukari, completely undone. A teasing smirk played on her lips.
"Yukari, aren't you the one who's always lecturing the rest of us? Seeing you like this… it's hard to believe you've completely lost to Kyouya."

Yukari weakly lifted her trembling hand and half-heartedly waved at Reimu, her voice soft and uncharacteristically languid.
"Reimu… just let me be… This idiot… really is impossible to resist…"

Her rare vulnerability made Reimu chuckle again, but she eventually closed her eyes, letting herself sink into much-needed rest. A faint smile lingered on her lips.