Chapter 23
Kyouya stood up, taking a few deep breaths as he gazed at Yukari, who was now completely relaxed. His heart was filled with both a sense of accomplishment and deep affection. He gently pulled the blanket over her, whispering softly, "Yukari, you've worked hard…" Then, he turned his gaze to the other side, where Remilia stood.
Remilia had been watching from a short distance away, her expression a complex mix of emotions. Her hands were clasped tightly in front of her chest, and within her ruby-red eyes, there was jealousy, anticipation, and an unmistakable hint of shyness.
Kyouya walked toward her, opening his arms and gently pulling her into an embrace. Looking down at the vampire queen of the Scarlet Devil Mansion, he noticed that the confidence and pride that usually filled her eyes had been replaced by a slight nervousness.
"My vampire queen, Remilia Scarlet." Kyouya spoke in a low voice, his tone filled with boundless warmth and sincerity. "You have always been so proud, so dazzling… But do you know? In my eyes, you also have a soft and adorable side. And you… you have always been one of my most important bonds."
Remilia's face instantly turned crimson. She turned her head slightly, trying to hide her embarrassment as she spoke with a hint of defiance, "Hmph, Kyouya, don't think that just because you say a few sweet words, I'll forgive you for choosing Yukari and Reimu first…"
Kyouya chuckled softly and responded in a gentle voice, "Remilia, you are unique. No matter what happens, I will always protect you."
Nearby, Mokou and Aya were left speechless by the scene unfolding before them.
Mokou clenched her fists, her face burning red all the way to her ears. She muttered under her breath, "That guy… does he really see every one of us as an irreplaceable bond? …No way, I won't lose to that Remilia!"
Aya lowered her head slightly, trying to hide her own embarrassment and frustration, but her eyes never left Kyouya and Remilia. She let out a small sigh and murmured to herself, "Kyouya… I also want to know just how important I am to you."
Remilia gave Kyouya a slight push on the chest. Though her face was still flushed, there was a newfound determination and anticipation in her gaze.
"Kyouya, I am the vampire queen. My pride won't allow me to fall behind the others… You have to prove to me today that I hold a special place in your heart!"
Kyouya's gaze grew even softer. Holding her tightly, he whispered, "Remilia, you will always be the most dazzling existence in my heart… Let me show you my devotion."
Within the gap space, Kyouya gently lifted Remilia into his arms. Her body stiffened slightly, her face filled with shyness and uncertainty, yet deep within her ruby eyes, there was a glimmer of unhidden expectation.
Remilia hesitated for a moment, biting her lip before whispering, "Kyouya… do you really understand how I feel?"
Kyouya's gaze remained unwavering as he answered softly, "Remilia, I know you have always longed for someone who truly understands your pride and is willing to accept your vulnerabilities. To me, you will always be someone I wish to protect."
Mokou and Aya continued to watch, their expressions becoming increasingly conflicted.
Mokou gritted her teeth and muttered in frustration, "That guy… seriously pisses me off! Even Remilia, with her princess complex, is getting such gentle treatment from him?!"
Aya let out another sigh, her voice laced with resignation. "Kyouya's kindness… really is impossible to resist. But I'd like to see if he can say the same words to me."
Kyouya gently laid Remilia onto the bed, his hand softly brushing against her cheek as he whispered with deep affection, "Remilia, you don't have to put on a strong front. You don't need to hide your vulnerabilities. Tonight, just leave everything to me."
Remilia's face turned an even deeper shade of red. She tried to maintain her usual haughty tone, "Hmph, Kyouya, don't think I'll give in so easily… But, since you insist so much, I suppose I can accept it… just this once."
Her voice trailed off into a whisper, her gaze shifting from prideful to timid.
Kyouya smiled softly and murmured, "Don't worry, my queen, I will make
sure you feel my sincerity."
Within the gap space, the atmosphere grew increasingly intimate. Remilia's body gradually relaxed, and as Kyouya's gentle touch continued, her breathing became more audible, her eyes filled with a dreamy longing.
"Kyouya…" she murmured softly, her voice carrying both shyness and contentment. "You idiot… this time, I'll forgive you."
Kyouya placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and whispered, "Remilia, you will always be my queen. No matter what happens, I will always protect you."
As Kyouya's kisses grew deeper and more tender, Remilia slowly let go of her tension, wrapping her arms around his neck with a slight tremble.
Her face was so red it seemed as if it would drip with heat, and the soft sighs escaping her lips stripped away all of her usual haughtiness, leaving only pure vulnerability and shyness.
Her gaze was hazy, yet there was still a trace of defiance. Kyouya gently caressed her cheek and asked in a low voice, "Remilia… are you really sure about this? I don't want you to regret it or feel hurt…"
Remilia bit her lip, the gleam in her ruby-red eyes flickering between hesitation and determination. Her voice trembled slightly, yet her words were firm. "Kyouya, I am already 500 years old… I can make my own decisions. Don't treat me like a child!"
Kyouya paused, staring at her face, which was both resolute and bashful. A deep sense of tenderness welled up within him.
Lowering his head, he pressed another soft kiss to her forehead, his voice as gentle as a spring breeze. "Remilia, to me, you are irreplaceable… That's why I want to make sure you're truly okay with this."
Remilia's blush deepened even further as she clung tightly to Kyouya, her voice barely above a whisper. "Kyouya… stop hesitating… I've already made up my mind…"
Kyouya took a deep breath and looked into Remilia's unwavering eyes. Though her figure was petite, the resolve and trust shining within those ruby depths made it clear to him—this time, he could not turn away.
"Remilia, I understand." His voice was deep yet incredibly gentle, filled with raw emotion. "I will be careful. I won't let you get hurt… You are one of the most important bonds in my life."
A faint smile played on Remilia's lips. Though her face remained flushed with shyness, her defiant spirit remained strong. Closing her eyes, she whispered, "Kyouya… I trust you… just like you trust me."
Kyouya's movements were gentle and focused, imbued with a profound sense of cherishing. He held Remilia tightly, allowing her to fully feel his warmth and sincerity.
Remilia's body tensed slightly, then began to tremble. The expression on her face gradually shifted from nervousness to softness, and she couldn't help but let out a soft gasp. "Ah…!"
Her fingers dug into Kyouya's shoulders as she spoke, her voice tinged with both shyness and satisfaction. "Kyouya… you idiot… why… why are you treating me so well…?"
Lowering his head, Kyouya replied softly, his tone filled with deep emotion, "Remilia, because you deserve it… And you're the vampire queen I want to protect forever."
When Kyouya gently entered Remilia's body, a sharp cry pierced the air:
"It hurts!" Remilia cried out, her face instantly contorted with pain and shock. Her hands clutched tightly at Kyouya's shoulders, and her entire body trembled from the intense discomfort.
"Remilia!" Kyouya immediately stopped, looking at her with alarm. His voice was filled with guilt and worry. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you? I'm sorry! I'm really sorry—I'll stop right away…"
But Remilia shook her head, biting her lip. The blush on her face spread from her ears down to her neck.
Tears shimmered in her eyes, yet her voice was a mixture of struggle and resolve: "No… don't stop… Kyouya… it's just… too big. I… need time to adjust…"
Her words left Kyouya momentarily stunned. Instinctively, his gaze shifted to the place where their bodies were joined, and in that instant, he understood the reason for her pain.
"Ah…" he thought to himself in surprise. Although that part of him had already been "witnessed" by Reimu and Yukari, he hadn't expected it to be so overwhelming for Remilia. Her petite frame and childlike appearance seemed to make this more challenging.
Off to the side, Reimu, Yukari, Mokou, and Aya all turned their eyes in the same direction. Their expressions varied, but each one showed obvious shock and embarrassment.
Reimu, lying on the bed without moving, wore a subtle smile and spoke lazily, "Remilia, you really are brave… trying something so difficult for your first time. Kyouya is… ahem, well, do your best."
Yukari gently waved her fan, a hint of amusement gleaming in her violet eyes. She chuckled lightly. "Oh my, Vampire Queen, are you only now discovering just how fearsome Kyouya can be? But you're Remilia Scarlet, proud and regal—you wouldn't give up so easily, would you?"
Mokou ground her teeth, her cheeks aflame with color that overshadowed her frustration. She muttered under her breath, "Is that guy… really that big? And to think Yukari and Reimu actually managed…"
Aya lightly covered her face with a folding fan, her tone betraying a mix of embarrassment and envy. "Remilia, just hang in there… After all, Kyouya is a bit of a 'monster.' Even we…"
Kyouya looked at Remilia with an expression full of remorse, trying to calm her. He gently stroked her cheek and spoke in a low voice, "Remilia, I'm really sorry… If you can't bear it, I'll stop. I don't want to hurt you."
Remilia bit her lip, her eyes filled with pain but also with unwavering determination and stubbornness. Shaking her head slightly, her voice trembled, "Kyouya, I'm the vampire queen… I… I can handle it… Just… go slower… be gentler…"
Kyouya nodded, his gaze tender and full of concern. Taking a deep breath, he eased his movements, approaching her more gently and carefully.
His voice was low and reassuring. "Remilia, don't worry. I'll be very careful… I won't let you feel any more pain."
As Kyouya's pace became gentler, Remilia's body gradually relaxed, and the pain on her face slowly gave way to shyness and pleasure.
Her fingers dug into Kyouya's shoulders, and her voice quivered with both tremors and contentment. "Ah… Kyouya… it's… so much better now…"
Kyouya kissed her lightly on the forehead, replying softly, "Remilia, you really are brave… You're my most important vampire queen."
Within the gap, Remilia's breathing grew more ragged once again, tinged with embarrassment and happiness.
She watched Kyouya intently, whispering, "Kyouya… you idiot… making it impossible… not to like you…"
Meanwhile, Reimu, Yukari, Mokou, and Aya continued to observe in silence, their expressions growing increasingly complicated, though none of them said anything more.
Kyouya lowered his head and pressed his lips to Remilia's. His kiss was gentle but brimming with deep feeling.
Just as Remilia began to sink into that tenderness, his lips shifted to her cheek and then slowly trailed toward her delicate bat wings.
"Kyouya… you… wait…!" The moment Kyouya's tongue lightly teased her wings, Remilia's body went rigid, and an involuntary cry escaped her lips, transforming into an uncontrollable gasp.
Her face immediately grew crimson, her ruby eyes brimming with surprise and bashfulness, her body trembling slightly.
"Ah—! /~~~" She moaned softly, her voice filled with both shyness and pleasure. "Kyouya… no… not… there… it's too… ah…!"
Kyouya lifted his head, a gentle smile in his eyes. "Remilia, your wings really are beautiful… and right now, you're cuter than ever."
As Kyouya's movements became gentler and more focused, Remilia's body gradually adapted to his presence.
The pain was slowly replaced by an unprecedented wave of pleasure. Her breathing grew rapid, and her voice became thick with enchantment and delight.
"Ah… ahh… Kyouya…!" Her words came out in broken fragments, and she could barely speak. Her sharp nails dug tightly into Kyouya's neck, as though she feared losing this feeling.
Kyouya gently lifted Remilia, pressing her body closer to his. Her legs wrapped naturally around his waist; she hung in midair, swaying lightly in time with his motions.
This position made it impossible for Remilia to restrain her emotions. She nearly buried her face into Kyouya's shoulder, soft gasps spilling from her lips. "Kyouya… I… I'm about to… ahhhh…!"
Reimu and Yukari, who were resting nearby, watched the scene. They exchanged a look without meaning to, and a blush spread across both of their faces, all the way to their ears.
Reimu covered her mouth with one hand and murmured in a low voice, "This… this is just too… too…" Her tone showed obvious embarrassment and shock, but she couldn't tear her gaze away.
Meanwhile, Yukari lightly fanned herself, trying to hide her own reaction, but intense emotions still flickered in her violet eyes.
She spoke softly, "My vampire queen, I do admire your nerve… But seeing Kyouya like this, it's hard not to be moved."
Not far away, Mokou and Aya were also stirred by what they witnessed.
Mokou's face was almost red enough to drip blood. She bit her lip and muttered under her breath, "That guy… how can he even think of a position like that? And that little squirt Remilia can handle it?! Damn… I'm next in line, no question!"
Aya covered her face with her folding fan, her fingertips trembling slightly, and spoke with a touch of self-mockery. "Kyouya really is a monster… It's not just his strength—that side of him is impossible to ignore, too… But I'd like to know how he'd treat me…"
Remilia's breathing grew higher and higher in pitch. Her body trembled softly in Kyouya's arms. In the end, she clung to his shoulders, letting out a low moan she could no longer suppress. "Kyouya… I… I'm coming… ahhhh—!"
Kyouya held her closer, speaking softly to calm her. "Remilia, you did so well… Your courage and your sweetness mean everything to me."
Remilia's body relaxed completely. She gazed at Kyouya with hazy eyes, murmuring in a faint voice, "Kyouya… you really… make it impossible not to fall for you…"
With Kyouya's final gentle thrust, Remilia let out one last, high-pitched moan before her body went limp. In her ruby-red eyes lingered the remnants of satisfaction and a dreamy sort of contentment.
She lifted her head slightly, casting a glance at Kyouya. Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something more, but in the end, she only whispered, "Kyouya… thank you…" Then she collapsed onto the bed, breathing weakly.
Because of the angle and gravity, a great deal of her vital essence flowed from between her legs, staining the bedsheet and creating a sight impossible to ignore.
Kyouya gently cradled Remilia in his arms, speaking in a low voice, "Remilia, you've worked hard…" Then he carefully laid her on the bed, covered her with a blanket, and softly stroked her trembling shoulders.
Remilia had completely relaxed by then. A contented smile curved her lips, and she murmured quietly, "Kyouya… I really… can't bear to let you go…"
Kyouya stood, breathing a little heavily. His gaze swept over everyone present in the gap.
Reimu and Yukari were still half-reclined to one side, watching him with a subtle mix of emotions in their eyes, while Mokou and Aya, their faces burning red, stared fixedly at him with complicated expressions.
Kyouya walked slowly toward Mokou and extended his hand, his tone filled with warmth and sincerity. "Mokou… it's your turn now."
Mokou froze. She stared at Kyouya's outstretched hand, her mind a complete mess.
Her face was so red it could almost drip blood, and her lips trembled slightly as she tried to say something, but in the end, no words came out.
"Kyouya… I… do you really think this is okay?" Her voice was as soft as a whisper, filled with uncertainty and shyness.
Kyouya gently took her hand, his gaze warm and unwavering. "Mokou, you have always been one of my most important friends and bonds. I don't want you to keep suppressing your feelings. You deserve happiness."
Mokou's eyes grew complicated. She pressed her lips together tightly, lowering her head as her voice trembled slightly. "Kyouya… you idiot, you're always so dumb… but somehow, you make it impossible to refuse you…"
Nearby, Aya covered her face with her fan, but the deep blush on her ears had already betrayed her emotions. She let out a quiet sigh, her tone carrying a mix of self-mockery and envy. "Mokou, you're really lucky… Kyouya's kindness is truly impossible to resist."
Reimu and Yukari silently watched the scene unfold. Reimu leaned against her pillow, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Mokou… good luck. That guy may be an idiot, but… he really does care about you."
Yukari lightly fanned herself, chuckling softly. "Mokou, don't waste Kyouya's sincerity. This is your chance."
Kyouya pulled Mokou closer, his gaze filled with tenderness. "Mokou, I'm here. You can trust me completely…"
Mokou lifted her head, her eyes flickering with complex emotions. Finally, she gave a small nod, gripping Kyouya's hand tightly.
Her voice was soft but carried a hint of quiet determination. "Alright… Kyouya… then, I'll leave it to you."
Her hands trembled slightly as she slowly removed the feathers from her headpiece, letting her long, white hair cascade down like a waterfall. For a moment, the entire space seemed to pause.
Lowering her head, Mokou blushed so fiercely that it looked like she might catch fire. Her voice trembled with nervousness and embarrassment. "Kyouya… I don't show this side of myself often… so… don't laugh at me…"
Kyouya was momentarily stunned. His eyes remained fixed on Mokou's silken white hair, a beauty so indescribable that it left him breathless. He inhaled softly, whispering almost to himself, "Mokou… you're truly beautiful…"
Mokou looked up at him, her heart skipping a beat when she saw the sincerity in his expression. She had expected him to joke or tease her like always, but instead, his gaze was so earnest that it made her pulse race.
"You idiot… don't say things like that…" Her voice was barely above a whisper, but the emotion in her eyes was undeniable.
Aya quietly observed the scene. Even her fan was no longer enough to hide the blush covering her face.
She murmured under her breath, "Mokou… I'm so jealous… she's willing to show that side of herself in front of Kyouya…" Her eyes flickered with mixed emotions—envy, longing, and self-doubt.
Elsewhere, Reimu, Yukari, and Remilia, who had been resting, also silently watched the moment unfold, each of their expressions different.
Reimu leaned back against her pillow, a faint smirk appearing on her lips. "Mokou… she's always so rough around the edges, but now she's unexpectedly shy. Still… this side of her is actually kind of cute."
Yukari gently waved her fan, a teasing glint in her violet eyes. "My, my, this really is a rare sight. Mokou, you're making me see you in a new light… Kyouya, you'd better not let her down."
Remilia, despite still feeling weak from before, forced herself to sit up. Her ruby eyes narrowed slightly as she watched Kyouya and Mokou. She scoffed, crossing her arms. "Hmph, Kyouya… don't forget, I'm still the vampire queen! Mokou isn't as noble as I am!" But her voice carried a hint of insecurity and reluctance.
Kyouya held Mokou's hand, his gaze filled with unwavering focus. Looking down at her, his crimson eyes gleamed with conviction, his voice deep and serious—but still carrying his usual charm.
"Mokou, you're not a lonely immortal anymore." His words were firm, as if declaring an undeniable truth. "From today onward, your loneliness and pain… I will be the one to protect you from them."
Mokou stiffened slightly, her eyes widening in shock. She bit her lip as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she just lowered her head and listened silently.
Kyouya took a deep breath, his voice filled with sincerity. "You have your friends in Gensokyo. You have Keine. You have people who care about you… And me—I will always be by your side. No matter what happens, no matter how difficult things get, I will never leave you."
His voice echoed through the space, carrying such raw honesty and determination that it moved everyone present.
The reactions of the other girls deepened as the atmosphere grew more intense.
Reimu remained reclined on the bed, watching with a faint smile. "That guy… always throws straight pitches. Mokou, just accept it already. He might be an idiot, but he's serious about you."
Yukari slowly waved her fan, her violet eyes glinting with amusement. "Honestly, Kyouya always knows just what to say to make people's hearts race… He's beyond saving at this point."
Remilia arched a delicate brow, scoffing lightly. "Hmph, this guy… he always makes each of us feel like we're the most important one… Damn it, I want to hear him say those things to me again, too!"
Aya lowered her head, her fan trembling slightly in her hand as she tried to hide the deep flush on her face. But her voice was filled with reluctant admiration. "Kyouya's words… they might be clumsy, but they're impossible to resist…"
Mokou's gaze gradually softened, her voice barely more than a whisper, yet carrying an overwhelming wave of emotion. "Kyouya… you idiot… Can I really… trust you?"
Kyouya gently tightened his grip on her hand, his voice filled with unwavering sincerity. "Mokou, you can trust me completely. I'm not anything special, but I want to be your partner forever, so that your eternity will no longer be lonely."
At last, tears slipped down Mokou's cheeks. She threw herself into Kyouya's embrace, her voice choked with emotion. "Kyouya… thank you… I believe in you…"
Kyouya kissed her softly, and the atmosphere between them grew increasingly heated. Mokou's face was burning, her body trembling slightly, yet there was no hesitation in her response. As Kyouya gently traced his fingers along her chest, touching places that had never been explored before, Mokou felt an unfamiliar wave of pleasure and ease wash over her.
When Kyouya lowered his head to kiss her cherry-like buds, Mokou's breath hitched, and a shiver ran through her body like an electric current. Her voice trembled with embarrassment and sensation. "Kyouya… y-you… this is… ah…"
Kyouya paused his movements, lifting his gaze to hers, his expression filled with warmth and respect. "Mokou, are you absolutely sure? I don't want to hurt you…"
Mokou bit her lip, her eyes flickering between shyness and determination. Turning her head slightly, she huffed in a tsundere tone. "Idiot Kyouya… I already said it's okay… Why are you still asking?!"
Kyouya chuckled softly, his actions becoming even more gentle. He wrapped his arms around Mokou from behind, feeling her body tremble slightly in his embrace before slowly entering her.
"Mm…!" Mokou let out a sharp, shaky breath before her voice turned into an uncontrollable cry. "Aaaah—!"
Even with her undying body, this was a pain she had never experienced before.
As Kyouya moved deeper, her body tensed up completely, soft gasps escaping her lips. A deep crimson flush covered her entire face, trailing all the way to her ears.
Between her legs, a small streak of fresh red trickled down, the undeniable proof of her purity.
Ever since taking the Hourai Elixir, her body had ceased aging, unable to be wounded, yet she had still preserved herself—until now, when she willingly gave herself to the man before her.
Mokou bit her lip, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Though her voice carried pain, it also held deep emotion. "Kyouya… this feeling… I never imagined… That being with someone you love… would feel like this…"
Kyouya lowered his head, pressing a soft kiss against her ear, his voice gentle and full of tenderness. "Mokou, you've done so well… I'll be careful. I won't let you feel pain again."
As Kyouya's movements grew even more tender, Mokou's body gradually relaxed, the pain fading into an unfamiliar but undeniable pleasure. Her breathing became rapid, her moans more frequent. "Ah… ahh… Kyouya… I… this feels… so strange…"
The scene unfolding before them left Reimu, Yukari, Remilia, and Aya watching in growing silence, their expressions increasingly complex.
Reimu, leaning against the bedpost, muttered with a flushed face. "That idiot… does he really mean this much to everyone? Even someone as stubborn as Mokou…"
Yukari fanned herself lightly, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. "Oh my, Mokou reacting like this… how rare. Kyouya really is an impossible man to resist."
Remilia, still weak from before, forced herself up slightly, her ruby-red eyes flashing with conflicting emotions. "Hmph… that guy… even Mokou has fallen for him…"
Aya lowered her head, partially hiding behind her fan, but her voice carried a quiet trace of jealousy. "Mokou… she's truly lucky… to be able to experience this first…"
As Kyouya's pace increased slightly, Mokou's body grew more sensitive, her mind slipping further into a haze.
Overwhelmed by sensations she had never felt before, she could do nothing but gasp and tremble, unable to form coherent thoughts.
Her nails dug into Kyouya's arm, her voice breaking into fragmented whimpers. "Kyouya… ah… I… I feel like… I'm flying…" Her gaze grew hazy, her face flushed, tiny beads of sweat forming on her forehead. She looked fragile, yet breathtakingly beautiful.
"Give me… all of it… Kyouya…" Mokou moaned softly, a hint of longing and surrender in her trembling voice. The faint plea sent a shiver through Kyouya's heart.
Kyouya kissed Mokou's forehead gently, his voice filled with warmth and devotion. "Mokou, don't worry… I'll give you everything…"
Like a surge of warmth, he surrounded her completely. Mokou's body tensed for a moment before finally surrendering to the sensations overwhelming her.
Her arms went limp as she collapsed into Kyouya's embrace, a final breathy sigh escaping her lips. "Ah… Kyouya… this feeling… it's so… incredible…"
With the energy from Kyouya's essence flowing into her, Mokou's body faintly glowed, the pure warmth washing away all the loneliness and pain she had carried for centuries.
In their place, a deep sense of happiness and security bloomed within her.
She rested against Kyouya's chest, her voice soft and laced with exhaustion and contentment. "Kyouya… you really make me feel… like I'm not alone anymore…" Tears welled in her eyes, filled with emotions she could no longer suppress.
Kyouya gently stroked her hair, his tone as tender as ever. "Mokou, you've endured loneliness for so long… but now, you don't have to anymore. You have me, Teacher Keine, and all of your friends in Gensokyo. We will always be by your side."
Reimu, Yukari, Remilia, and Aya watched in silence, their expressions shifting subtly.
Reimu let out a quiet sigh, a rare, genuine smile forming on her lips. "That guy… he really does make people let down their guard. Mokou, you can finally rest easy now."
Yukari waved her fan slowly, a look of satisfaction in her violet eyes. "Kyouya's kindness and strength… they really are impossible to resist. Mokou, you chose the right person."
Remilia raised an eyebrow, scoffing lightly. "Hmph… that guy… he's this gentle to everyone. How could anyone not be jealous…?"
Aya chuckled softly behind her fan, though her voice carried a hint of self-deprecation. "Mokou, you really are lucky… But next time, it'll be my turn, won't it?"
Mokou lay exhausted on the bed, her body still tingling from the lingering sensations. Her white hair was messily spread across the pillow, her cheeks still tinged with red. In that moment, she looked more vulnerable and beautiful than ever.
However, the other girls saw this as the perfect opportunity to tease her.
Reimu leaned on her pillow, smirking. "Mokou, this is rare. You always act like such a tough girl, but now… you actually look kinda cute."
Yukari fanned herself with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Oh my, is this really the Mokou we know? You look more like a tamed kitten now." She chuckled, adding, "But… I must admit, seeing you like this is quite refreshing."
Remilia arched an eyebrow, crossing her arms with a proud smirk. "Hmph, so what if she's a delinquent? In the end, Kyouya handled her with ease. Mokou, you're actually making me jealous!"
Mokou, still blushing furiously, glared at them, her voice flustered and defiant. "You guys… w-what are you laughing at?! If it weren't for Kyouya… I wouldn't have ended up like this!" Her voice grew softer and softer, until it was barely audible.
On the other side, Kyouya gently approached Aya, his gaze filled with both apology and warmth. He reached out and pulled her into his arms, his voice carrying deep affection. "Aya, I've kept you waiting."
Aya froze for a moment before lowering her head slightly, using her fan to hide the deep blush on her face. Yet, despite her attempt to conceal it, there was an undeniable hint of delight in her voice. "Kyouya… you really are… just as gentle with everyone, huh…"
Kyouya softly ran his fingers through her hair, his voice sincere and resolute. "Aya, to me, you are just as unique as anyone else. I know you always carry everything on your shoulders, but this time, you can completely relax and leave everything to me."
Aya's fingers lightly grasped the fabric of Kyouya's sleeve, her voice trembling faintly. "Kyouya… will you really… always protect me?"
Kyouya nodded firmly. "Of course. You are one of my most important bonds, and I will always stay by your side, protecting you, no matter what happens."
A complicated mix of emotions flickered through Aya's eyes. Her voice held traces of suppressed frustration and longing, yet the way she clutched his sleeve showed the feelings she had kept hidden for so long.
"I waited until the very end… this medicine almost drove me crazy…" Her tone carried a slight pout, but the effect of the aphrodisiac made her words drip with undeniable allure. "Kyouya… you'd better let me interview you for the rest of your life…"
With that, she reached up and removed her hexagonal hat. Her flowing black hair cascaded down, resting against her pale shoulders, blending seamlessly with her now bare skin. A deep crimson flush painted her cheeks, her eyes shimmering with both shyness and desire.
Kyouya paused for a moment, his initial surprise quickly giving way to a tender smile. His hand gently brushed through her soft hair as he spoke, his voice filled with genuine remorse and devotion. "Aya, I'm sorry for making you wait so long… I'll make it up to you, I promise."
Aya let out a soft chuckle, her gaze carrying a quiet intensity. She leaned in slightly, her voice laced with an unspoken vulnerability. "Kyouya… do you know? What I was waiting for wasn't just your apology… I was waiting for your heart…"
Kyouya gently lifted her hand and pulled her into a firm embrace, his eyes reflecting nothing but warmth and sincerity. "Aya, to me, you've always been one of the most important people in my life. I'll always be here with you. You won't have to be alone, and you won't have to carry those burdens by yourself anymore… This is my promise to you."
Aya's eyes trembled slightly, her lips pressing together for a brief moment before she finally whispered, "Idiot Kyouya… Since you put it that way, I'll believe you just this once… But… you really have to take care of me forever!" Her voice grew softer as she spoke, and the blush on her face deepened.
Kyouya's hands moved with delicate care, trailing along Aya's delicate wings, feeling the soft texture of her feathers. Aya's body shuddered at his touch, a breathy gasp escaping her lips. "Ah… Kyouya… n-not… there…"
Her voice was laced with both nervousness and shyness, and her face was already burning red. Yet, she didn't pull away. Instead, she lowered her head slightly, as if trying to hide the flustered chaos in her mind.
Kyouya's lips slowly traveled downward, pressing tender kisses against her chest. He kissed the softness of her skin before gently sucking on her cherry-like buds. The warm sensation sent a new wave of shivers through Aya's body, her voice growing unsteady. "Ah… mm… Kyouya…"
As Gensokyo's swiftest reporter, Aya was always composed and confident, always the one capturing the stories of others—putting everyone else under her lens, making them the focus of her interviews.
But tonight, she was the protagonist. She was the one being captured in Kyouya's unwavering gaze, melted by the sheer tenderness in his every touch.
Her voice trembled, and the deep blush on her face was impossible to hide. "Kyouya… will you really always treat me like this? I always tease you… don't you… ever get annoyed with me?"
Kyouya paused his movements, lifting his head to gaze at Aya with unparalleled sincerity and tenderness. "Aya, you're the most vibrant and dedicated person I've ever met. Your teasing and humor make life so much more enjoyable for me. How could I ever dislike you?"
He gently took her hand, his voice carrying a profound sense of commitment. "To me, you are an irreplaceable bond. I want to be with you—not just today, but forever."
Aya's eyes trembled slightly, her lips pressing together as her voice wavered with emotion. "Kyouya… you idiot, you always say things that make people emotional…"
As Kyouya's movements grew even more tender, Aya's body gradually relaxed. The initial shyness and nervousness she had felt were replaced by an overwhelming sense of happiness.
Her voice came out in broken fragments, her blush deepening. "Kyouya… I never imagined… that being so important to you… would feel this wonderful…"
Kyouya pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, his voice low and soothing. "Aya, you can trust me completely and leave everything to me."
His touch remained gentle, but Aya's body grew increasingly sensitive. Her breathing turned rapid, her soft gasps escaping with every moment.
When Kyouya leaned down to kiss her once more, a visible shiver ran through her, her eyes flickering between nervous anticipation and longing.
"Aya, I'm going in," Kyouya murmured softly, his voice filled with warmth and concern. "If you feel uncomfortable, tell me anytime, and I'll stop."
Aya clung tightly to his arms, her blush spreading down to her neck. She gave a small nod, her voice quivering with both fear and trust. "Mm… I… I believe in you… Kyouya… please be gentle…"
As Kyouya slowly and gently entered her, Aya's body tensed up instantly. Her eyes widened, and before she could stop herself, a sharp, high-pitched cry left her lips.
"Ahhh! /!"
A foreign sensation of pain coursed through her, making her tremble uncontrollably. A thin streak of red trickled between her legs, soaking into the sheets—a silent testament to her purity.
Aya bit down on her lip, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Yet, despite the discomfort, she did not waver. Her voice carried a mix of stubborn determination and shy vulnerability. "Kyouya… I… I'm fine… it just… hurts a little…"
Kyouya immediately stopped, concern flooding his face as he gently cupped her cheek. "Aya, I'm so sorry… Did I hurt you? Should I stop?"
Aya shook her head slightly, biting her lip as a faint, determined smile tugged at her lips. "Idiot… I told you I'm fine… it's just… a little unfamiliar… Keep going…" Her voice trailed off into an embarrassed whisper, her blush intensifying.
Kyouya nodded, his gaze filled with deep affection and care. Slowing his movements, he wrapped his arms around her, his voice a soft reassurance. "Aya, don't worry. I'll be gentle… I won't let you feel pain again."
As he continued with tender care, Aya's body gradually adjusted, and the sharp discomfort slowly melted into something warm and unfamiliar. Her breath hitched, and her voice escaped in broken moans. "Ah… ahh… Kyouya… this feeling… it's so strange… but… it's not bad…"
While remaining connected with her, Kyouya soon noticed something unique—her Tengu physiology provided her with an extraordinary level of endurance and adaptability.
Her body quickly began responding to his movements, adjusting with ease.
Aya's moans grew higher in pitch, and as she instinctively followed his rhythm, Kyouya found himself gradually increasing his pace.
"Aya, your body… it's adapting incredibly fast," Kyouya remarked between breaths, a note of surprise and amusement in his voice. "As expected of a Crow Tengu… your ability to handle speed is impressive."
Aya's face flushed even deeper, her lips trembling at his words. A mix of pride and embarrassment colored her voice as she gasped out, "Kyouya… idiot, is that really… the kind of thing you should be saying now…? Just… ah… go faster… it's fine…!"
Aya's voice gradually turned breathy and unrestrained. Her breathing became uneven, her body trembling beneath him as waves of pleasure washed over her. "Ah… ahh… so deep… it's so deep… you're… hitting my cervix…"
Kyouya stilled for a brief moment, checking her expression to ensure she was alright. Then, he held her even closer, his voice filled with concern. "Aya, are you okay? Am I going too fast?"
Aya bit her lip, shaking her head slightly. Her voice came out in fragmented, breathless whispers. "No… don't stop… ah… Kyouya… keep going… faster… even faster…!"
With each deep thrust, Aya's body trembled uncontrollably. The relentless pace sent her mind into a haze, her thoughts scattering into nothingness.
Her cries grew louder, her moans turning into nearly incoherent whimpers. "Ahhh… Kyouya… it feels so good… I'm… I'm going to…!"
Kyouya held her tightly, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, his voice thick with emotion. "Aya… I… I'm almost…"
Sensing Kyouya reaching his limit, Aya's body quivered slightly. Her deep red blush spread all the way to her ears, and her voice wavered with a mix of embarrassment and eager anticipation. "It's okay… inside… release everything inside me… give me… all of it…"
As Aya's words fell, Kyouya could no longer hold himself back. With one final deep thrust, his life force surged into her body like a tidal wave. Aya's body stiffened suddenly, and an uncontrollable cry escaped her lips.
"Ahhh! /"
Her entire body relaxed completely, her hands clutching tightly onto Kyouya's shoulders. Her wings fluttered gently, like a crow tengu finding solace in the ultimate embrace of happiness.
With her eyes closed, she murmured softly, "Kyouya… you idiot… you really are… impossible to leave behind…"
Kyouya gently held Aya in his arms, whispering, "Aya, you did so well… You were truly incredible."
Resting against his chest, a faint smile graced Aya's lips, the deep blush on her face lingering. She muttered softly, "Kyouya… you idiot… you always know how to make a girl's heart race…"
As Kyouya's last tender movement came to a stop, a moment of silence finally settled over the gap.
Unbeknownst to them, this marathon of love and emotion had lasted for six hours.
Every one of the five women had, under Kyouya's gentle and sincere care, opened their hearts completely, entrusting him with their deepest feelings. As time passed, the effects of the aphrodisiac were slowly dissolved by the bonds they had strengthened through this night of intimacy.
Reimu, Yukari, Remilia, Mokou, and Aya—all five women lay exhausted on the soft bed, their breathing steady as they drifted into a deep slumber.
Reimu's lips curled into a faint smile, as though she were dreaming of something pleasant. A few strands of her bangs fell over her face, making her normally sharp expression look softer.
Yukari lay beside her, still holding her fan loosely in her hand. The slight curve of her lips gave her a relaxed and satisfied appearance, and with her violet eyes closed, she exuded an even more mysterious allure.
Remilia had curled up into a small ball, her ruby-red eyes completely shut. Her face held an almost childlike exhaustion, as though she had finally let go of the pride and grandeur of being the vampire queen.
Mokou's white hair was scattered across the pillow, her face still flushed, her lips parting occasionally as she mumbled Kyouya's name in her sleep.
Aya lay on her side, her wings draped naturally over the bed, her lips curved into a faint, contented smile. She resembled a crow tengu who had finally found the safest perch to rest.
Kyouya leaned against the headboard, a trace of fatigue on his face, but more than anything, a deep sense of fulfillment and peace. He gazed down at the five sleeping women, an affectionate smile playing on his lips.
"You silly girls… completely exhausted, yet not even taking the time to rest properly…" he murmured softly, his voice filled with deep fondness.
Carefully, he pulled the blankets up to cover each of them, ensuring they were comfortable without disturbing their sleep. Once he was done, he leaned back, allowing himself to sink into a rare moment of tranquility.
The glow within the gap softened, casting a serene atmosphere over the resting figures.
This marathon of love and emotion, guided by Kyouya's unwavering devotion and care, had not only dispelled the effects of the aphrodisiac but had also deepened the bond between him and the five women in ways words could never fully capture.
The Next Morning
The atmosphere within the gap was quiet and peaceful as the five women slowly began to awaken.
As their senses returned, they realized that their clothes had already been neatly placed beside their pillows, their bodies fully healed, and their exhaustion faded. Each of them quietly dressed, smoothing out their clothes as they gathered their thoughts.
However, as they looked around the room, they quickly noticed something—or rather, someone—was missing.
Reimu placed her hands on her hips, her brows furrowed, her tone laced with frustration. "That idiot… Don't tell me he actually ran away?! He acted all sincere last night, and now he's gone?!"
Yukari twirled her fan between her fingers, a playful glint in her eyes. "Oh? Kyouya running away? Now, that would be interesting… but I doubt he's foolish enough to try something like that."
Remilia let out a sharp scoff, her ruby eyes narrowing dangerously. "If he really dares to escape, I'll track him down myself and show him what it means to incur the wrath of a vampire queen."
Mokou crossed her arms, a faint frown forming between her brows. "Kyouya… isn't that kind of person, right? He wouldn't just disappear… would he?"
Aya adjusted her hexagonal hat, muttering under her breath, "If that guy even thinks about running, I'll write an article and make sure his name is spread across all of Gensokyo." But despite her teasing words, the worry in her eyes was evident.
As the five were still deep in their discussion, the sound of approaching footsteps suddenly echoed from the other side of the gap.
Kyouya's figure slowly emerged, a faintly tired smile on his face. Looking at the five women, he spoke in a deliberately dramatic tone, exuding his signature chuuni energy. "You all didn't actually think I ran away, did you? That's so hurtful~~"
For a brief moment, the five of them froze. Then, their expressions collectively turned rather… complicated.
Reimu, clearly irritated, jabbed a finger at his face, her voice full of frustration. "You bastard, you still have the nerve to say that?! We seriously thought you had bailed on us just now!"
Yukari fanned herself lightly, her tone playful but edged with amusement. "Kyouya, next time you disappear, at least leave a note. That way, we won't have to assume you've run off."
Remilia scoffed coldly, her crimson eyes gleaming with subtle menace. "Hmph, you'd better have a good explanation for this… or else, you know what happens."
Mokou let out a small sigh of relief, but her voice still carried a hint of dissatisfaction. "You really shouldn't just vanish like that… it's not exactly reassuring."
Aya wasted no time flying straight to him, her tone filled with mild complaint. "Kyouya! You seriously had me thinking you actually ran! But… fine, I'll let it slide since you came back quickly enough."
Kyouya didn't argue. Instead, he simply smiled and waved his hand.
In an instant, a long dining table and six chairs materialized within the gap, the surface laden with an exquisite feast.
Japanese, Western, and Chinese dishes were all presented in perfect arrangement, their tantalizing aromas filling the space.
Reimu found herself seated before a traditional Japanese meal set—sesame tofu, chawanmushi, a steaming bowl of eel rice, and a side of miso soup.
In front of Yukari was an elegant French dish—red wine-braised beef with truffle mashed potatoes, accompanied by a warm cup of milk tea.
Remilia's plate was filled with her favorites—strawberry cake and macarons, paired with a fine cup of pure black tea.
Mokou's spread consisted of classic Chinese dim sum—xiao long bao and scallion pancakes, complemented by a steaming bowl of hot and sour soup.
For Aya, a light and refreshing sashimi platter was prepared, served alongside a bowl of chilled soba noodles, perfectly tailored to her tengu tastes.
Kyouya pulled out a chair, then bowed slightly to them, his voice carrying a tinge of sincerity. "Sorry for worrying you all. I just stepped out to prepare breakfast. I hope you'll like it."
Then, as he took his seat at the table, he casually added, "Everything should be fine over at the Scarlet Devil Mansion too, right?"
Reimu put down her chopsticks, rubbing her forehead as she spoke in a knowing tone. "So… last night, Tamami helped Sanae, Yuyuko, Kaguya, Patchouli, and Flandre deal with the aphrodisiac, while Kengo took care of Marisa, Suika, Sakuya, Komachi, and Youmu, right?"
Yukari chuckled, lightly shaking her fan. "It seems you weren't the only one working hard last night, Kyouya."
Remilia let out a quiet sigh of relief. "So Flandre, Sakuya, and Patchy are back to normal too… Good. That's… good."
Mokou nodded in agreement, her tone calm but tinged with quiet relief. "Then I guess that means everything's been resolved. That's a good thing."
Aya flapped her wings lightly, grinning mischievously. "Kyouya, you and your brothers were probably the busiest people in all of Gensokyo last night!"
Kyouya, looking noticeably drained, let out a small chuckle. "Yeah… but at least it's finally over. Now, can you all relax?"
The five women exchanged glances before letting out amused sighs, the tension finally dissipating.
However, as Kyouya sat down at the table, he seemed hesitant, his expression carrying a faint trace of guilt. His voice came out cautiously, as if testing the waters.
"Uh… so, there's something I should probably apologize for in advance."
Reimu bit her chopsticks, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. "What did you do this time? You better not have done anything weird."
Yukari tilted her head slightly, a teasing smile forming on her lips. "Oh my, Kyouya, you actually sound hesitant for once. Now I'm curious. Go on, let's hear it."
Remilia set down her teacup, raising an eyebrow and huffing. "You'd better give me a reasonable explanation, or else I won't let you off so easily!"
Mokou placed her chopsticks down, her tone calm but questioning. "Kyouya… you didn't go off and do something chuuni again, did you?"
Aya, still nibbling on a piece of sashimi, flapped her wings impatiently. "Come on, spill it already! Keeping us in suspense isn't a good habit, you know!"
Kyouya cleared his throat, his voice carrying a deep sense of guilt and embarrassment. "Um… this morning, I treated you all… Last night… well, you all kind of… got hurt down there…"
His voice gradually became quieter. "Since I'm not very skilled in healing magic, I had to touch directly for it to work… so… I went ahead and treated you all. You… don't mind, do you?"
The atmosphere at the table instantly froze. The five women halted all movement, their expressions shifting from initial shock to embarrassment, then to something far more complex.
Reimu's chopsticks slipped from her fingers, clattering onto the table. Her face turned as red as a boiled shrimp, her voice cracking with disbelief. "Y-You… what?! Directly… touching… You idiot!"
Yukari's fan paused mid-air, but her lips curled into a sly smile. Her violet eyes gleamed with mischief. "My, my, Kyouya… You really do 'worry about us' quite a lot, don't you?"
Remilia suddenly shot up from her seat, slamming her hands onto the table.
Her flushed face was a mix of anger and embarrassment. "You… You bastard! How could you do something like that while we were sleeping?! That's… that's completely outrageous!" Yet, her voice betrayed more flustered shame than actual fury.
Mokou lowered her head, her white hair partially covering her burning red ears. Her voice was filled with restrained mortification. "You idiot… You should've at least told us beforehand… This is just… way too embarrassing…"
Aya dropped her fan and covered her face with both hands, her voice flustered and urgent. "Kyouya! You absolute fool! You… you actually did that to us?! You're seriously… impossible to deal with!"
Seeing their strong reactions, Kyouya quickly waved his hands in defense, his voice filled with sincerity and guilt. "No! It's not like that! I was just worried you'd still be in pain, so I wanted to help you recover faster! I swear, I didn't mean anything else!"
He lowered his head, his voice laced with remorse. "If you're uncomfortable with it… I promise I'll never do it again. I'm really sorry."
Hearing Kyouya's genuine apology, the five women—though still blushing—found their embarrassment gradually replaced by a sense of understanding and quiet appreciation.
Reimu took a deep breath, turning her head away slightly. Her tone carried an unmistakable softness, laced with exasperation. "You really are an idiot… Just give us a warning next time, okay? Otherwise, how are we supposed to know what you're up to?"
Yukari lightly shook her head, her violet eyes twinkling with a faint warmth. "Kyouya, next time you decide to 'treat' us, be sure to get our 'permission' first. We don't need too many of these kinds of surprises."
Remilia huffed, still red-faced but holding her usual prideful stance. "Hmph! Fine, I'll let it slide since you apologized sincerely. But if you ever pull something like this again… Just try it and see what happens!"
Mokou pressed her lips together, her gaze flickering slightly before she muttered, "Next time… just give us a heads-up first… This was seriously too embarrassing…"
Aya finally lowered her hands, her tone playful but with a clear note of exasperation. "Kyouya, you really are… impossible to stay mad at. But seriously, don't ever do that again, okay?"
The tension in the gap gradually dissipated as the five women resumed eating their breakfast.
Meanwhile, Kyouya let out a quiet sigh of relief, making a silent vow to himself—next time, he'd definitely be more mindful… and at the very least, ask for their permission first!