Chapter 27
Tamami raised his head, his gaze falling upon Flandre.
At this moment, Flandre was completely bare, her slender arms wrapped around her knees, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Her bright red eyes flickered with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.
Tamami knelt before her on one knee, speaking softly, "Flan, don't rush. It'll be your turn soon. I'm just… afraid you're not fully ready yet."
Flandre lifted her head, biting her lower lip. Her voice carried a hint of urgency. "Tamami-niisan… I'm already ready! You don't have to worry about me..."
Seeing the innocent yet determined expression on her face, Tamami felt a stir in his heart. However, he still gently reached out to stroke her hair, his voice tender. "Be good. Just wait a little longer, I'll take good care of you."
Though slightly unwilling, Flandre still nodded. Tamami then turned to Kaguya, who was also without a stitch of clothing.
Although she maintained a calm expression, the shyness and anticipation in her eyes betrayed her inner turmoil.
Tamami smiled slightly, bent down, and gently lifted Kaguya into a princess carry.
She let out a soft gasp, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck, her voice carrying a trace of unease. "Tamami… you… why are you doing this...?"
Lowering his head, Tamami gazed at her with warmth. "Because you are one of the people I treasure the most. I want you to know that you will never be alone again. I will always be by your side, for eternity."
Kaguya's heart trembled slightly, and her usually aloof expression softened in an instant. She lowered her head slightly and murmured, "You idiot…"
Tamami held her in his arms, carrying her toward a side of the living room. He gently placed her onto a soft chaise lounge before kneeling before her.
Holding Kaguya's hand lightly, his voice was full of affection. "Kaguya, I know you've been through so much loneliness and pain. But from now on, I will make sure you understand that you are never alone again."
Listening to his words, Kaguya blushed and nodded faintly, closing her eyes as she whispered, barely audibly, "Tamami… I'm ready… You can do whatever you want to me…"
Tamami, still kneeling before her, gently held her hand, his gaze sincere and gentle. His voice was low and tender. "Kaguya, I don't want to bring you any discomfort. If you ever feel unwilling, I will stop immediately. I would never force you."
Kaguya slowly opened her eyes and saw his awkward yet gentle expression. A faint smile crept onto her lips. She took a deep breath and whispered with a blushing face, "Tamami… you really are so dense it's almost laughable… At this point, how could I possibly be unwilling?"
Tamami was momentarily stunned, the blush on his face deepening. He lowered his head, scratching his hair awkwardly. "Sorry… I just… I just wanted to make sure you felt completely safe."
Kaguya let out a small sigh and reached out to touch his cheek, her voice carrying a subtle warmth. "You idiot, from the moment you picked me up, I already felt completely at ease. Now, stop asking."
Tamami held Kaguya's hand gently, his gaze filled with tenderness yet carrying an unwavering resolve. His voice was deep and sincere. "To me, you are not a princess, not some legendary Hourai immortal. You are simply you—Kaguya Houraisan. I will be with you throughout eternity, never letting you feel lonely again."
Kaguya froze slightly. The calm arrogance she usually carried was shattered by his words. Her face turned even redder, her eyes filled with complex emotions—surprise, deep emotion, and a trace of barely perceptible anticipation.
"Tamami… your words…" she whispered, as if unsure how to respond.
Tamami simply looked at her, saying nothing more. He slowly placed his hand against her cheek, gently wiping away a single tear from the corner of her eye.
His voice was soft yet filled with strength. "I understand your pain because I have endured the same loneliness and eternal suffering. For billions of years, I have thought countless times… if only I had someone to share this eternity with, how lucky that would be. And now, I want to be that person—to stay by your side."
Kaguya closed her eyes, not hiding her tears anymore. She nodded softly and murmured, "Tamami, you idiot… why do you have to say things that move me so much…?"
Tamami let out a small chuckle, his tone carrying a hint of self-mockery. "Because you are my most important bond as well…"
Kaguya slowly opened her eyes and gazed at his sincere yet slightly awkward expression, unable to hold back a gentle smile.
She raised her hands, lightly wrapping them around his neck, her voice carrying a faint but undeniable tenderness. "Then… Tamami, from now on, I entrust my eternity to you… You must keep your promise."
Tamami nodded firmly, his voice low but unwavering. "I will, Kaguya."
On the sofa nearby, Sanae and Yuyuko exchanged glances.
Though their faces were still flushed, a hint of amusement flickered in their eyes.
They conversed in soft whispers, seemingly in silent agreement not to disrupt the moment between Tamami and Kaguya.
Sanae sighed lightly, a gentle smile appearing on her lips as she whispered, " Kaguya-San has finally… felt Tamami's warmth. He's always so clumsy, yet somehow, he's impossible not to fall for."
Yuyuko lazily leaned against the sofa, running her fingers over the blanket, her tone carrying a playful teasing. "Indeed… His tenderness makes people want to claim him for a lifetime. Watching him this focused is quite rare."
Not far away, Patchouli held a book in her hands, though her attention had long drifted from the pages.
Her gaze occasionally flickered toward Kaguya and Tamami, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. Her voice remained calm, but a trace of amusement seeped through. "Looks like our dear Hourai immortal is finally taking things seriously. It's a miracle Tamami, the idiot, could be this earnest."
Sitting to the side, Flandre made no effort to hide her excitement. Resting her chin on her hands, she stared at Tamami and Kaguya with unblinking eyes, her voice filled with innocent anticipation. "How nice~ Kaguya-neesan looks so happy! Tamami-niisan is really so gentle… I can't wait for my turn~"
Patchouli glanced at Flandre and shook her head slightly, a hint of helplessness in her tone. "Flan, with a personality like yours… it really is worrisome."
Flandre, however, paid no heed. She simply laughed brightly, her gaze still fixed on Tamami and Kaguya.
Patchouli eventually let out a small sigh, closing her book as her eyes landed on the two figures on the couch, a subtle warmth surfacing in her heart.
Kaguya knelt down, gently licking Tamami's sensitive area, displaying a natural elegance and pride tinged with a hint of shyness.
Even though she was Houraisan Kaguya, possessing endless life and wisdom, at this moment she still seemed like a girl experiencing her first time—cautious and slightly clumsy.
Kaguya glanced up with a playful smile, her eyes gleaming with a mix of smugness and mischief.
"Tamami, I just wanted to confirm something… Are you really unaware of this size? Even if you used the Hourai Elixir, there's no way…"
Tamami's face went bright red, and his body trembled slightly as he tried, with limited success, to restrain his reactions. His tone revealed an unmistakable embarrassment:
"I… I really didn't expect you to be so surprised… But, Kaguya, w-where did you learn… all this?"
Kaguya paused, lifting her head to look at Tamami with those beautiful eyes. A cunning little smile played at the corners of her mouth.
"What's wrong? Did you think I knew nothing? I am a princess, after all. Learning how to please the one I love is perfectly normal, isn't it?"
Tamami was so stunned by her words that he couldn't respond. He couldn't bring himself to scold her, so he only managed to speak in a slightly trembling voice:"But… Kaguya, this is… isn't this a bit… too forward…?"
Kaguya raised a finger, pressing it lightly against Tamami's lips. Her tone carried a hint of secretive amusement:"Eirin is my most trusted mentor. You thought I knew nothing at all? She taught me a few… little techniques on how to give a man greater pleasure. They might come in handy."
"Eirin-San?!" Tamami's eyes went wide in shock. "You're saying…Eirin-San taught you this?"
Kaguya nodded lightly, as though it was the most natural thing in the world.
"Of course. She's my advisor, and she knows more about this kind of thing than anyone. Besides, I did it for you, not anyone else."
At those words, Tamami felt a surge of indescribable emotion and warmth flood his chest. He reached out and gently took Kaguya's hand, speaking with a mixture of helplessness and deep affection:"Kaguya, you… you've really left me at a loss for words."
Kaguya smiled, placing her hand softly against Tamami's chest. Her tone carried a blend of the pride and gentleness unique to her:"Then don't say anything at all. Just let me feel what's in your heart."
In this moment, Kaguya's grace and initiative shone through completely, yet she still possessed a maiden's sincerity and love.
Under her guidance, Tamami fully experienced the hidden depth of emotion and tenderness in this thousand-year-old princess's heart.
Tamami gently used his power over water to caress Kaguya's most intimate area with immense gentleness and patience, as though handling a priceless treasure.
Kaguya's body trembled slightly, her cheeks flushing a deep red. Her pupils quivered, unable to conceal the thrill and shyness she was feeling for the first time.
"Tamami…!" Kaguya let out a small cry, her tone containing an indescribable mix of panic and a willingness to surrender herself to the moment.
Tamami didn't stop. He leaned forward, and before Kaguya could gather herself, he kissed her lips.
Kaguya's eyes opened wide, but she quickly relaxed, closing them to let the kiss deepen. Tamami slipped his tongue forward, softly parting her teeth and gently intertwining his tongue with hers.
Kaguya's breathing grew rapid, and she instinctively gripped Tamami's arm, her fingertips digging in slightly, as though seeking support.
This sort of intimacy was a first for her; she felt no resistance—only an unprecedented sense of trust and reliance.
Feeling Kaguya's response, Tamami's heart brimmed with warmth and affection. He enveloped Kaguya in his water-based power, bringing a soothing coolness that helped her gradually relax.
The two kissed deeply, as if forgetting everything around them and focusing only on each other.
When the kiss ended, Kaguya panted softly, her eyes glazed as she looked at Tamami. Her voice carried both mild reproach and sweet contentment:
"Tamami… you really leave a person defenseless."
Tamami gently stroked Kaguya's cheek, his voice full of tenderness and sincerity:"Kaguya, I don't want you to feel any discomfort. I just want you to know how important you are to me."
Kaguya smiled softly, reaching out and looping her arms around Tamami's neck. Her tone conveyed both stubbornness and warmth:"Idiot, of course I know. So stop saying so much… Just stay with me."
When Kaguya assumed a regal, almost dominant posture and sank down, a sharp pain tore through her.
Her eyes went wide, her body trembling slightly, fingers digging tightly into Tamami's shoulders—her nails nearly breaking his skin.
"! It… hurts…!" Kaguya gasped, her voice on the verge of tears, large beads of sweat rolling down her forehead.
At that moment, she realized that her immortal body could still feel such pain—both physical and emotional.
She also understood that she was entrusting herself entirely to the man before her. This was her first time, and it would be her last, for she had decided—Tamami was her one and only husband.
Seeing Kaguya's pained expression, Tamami panicked, at a complete loss for what to do. He flailed helplessly, trying to comfort her:
"Kaguya! I'm sorry! Are you alright?! Was I too careless? Did I… hurt you too much…?"
Kaguya shook her head and took a deep breath, tears brimming in the corners of her eyes. Yet her tone held both stubbornness and reassurance:
"Idiot… it's alright… This is my own choice. I have no regrets… I'll never let any other man touch me… This pain… belongs to you alone…"
Tamami's heart twisted painfully at her words, moved by her resolve and love, and filled with guilt at the same time. He hugged Kaguya gently, softly stroking her back as he spoke with tenderness and remorse:
"Kaguya… I'm sorry… I'll be more careful. I just don't ever want you to feel any pain. You're the most important person to me, and I'll never let you be hurt again."
Kaguya nodded slowly, leaning into Tamami's embrace. Surrounded by his warmth and sincerity, her body gradually relaxed.
Over time, the sharp sting was replaced by a difficult-to-describe sensation of warmth—something she had never felt before. It was both unfamiliar and sweet, like a resonance deep in her soul.
"Tamami…" Kaguya murmured, wrapping her arms around his neck and gently kissing his forehead.
"Continue… You're the only husband I acknowledge… and my eternal bond."
Tamami's eyes flickered with emotion. He took a deep breath and moved with care and gentleness, ensuring Kaguya felt no further discomfort.
Every action was filled with profound love and respect, allowing Kaguya to break free from her pain and experience something entirely new.
Tamami gazed at Kaguya with gentle focus, sensing her trembling and the alluring tone in her voice.
His heart was filled with tenderness and concern. He softly clasped Kaguya's hands, their fingers interlocked, as though their very souls were entwined at that moment.
As his movements gradually intensified, Kaguya's body seemed unable to withstand the impact, beginning to tremble incessantly.
Her black hair draped over her shoulders, beads of sweat tracing paths down her flushed cheeks. Her voice was filled with involuntary moans:
"Ah… Tamami… be gentler… mm… y-you're pressing against my womb…!"
Kaguya's eyes were unfocused, her words halting. The noble composure she usually maintained had vanished, replaced by an unguarded sincerity and desire.
Hearing her words, Tamami momentarily paused, concern coloring his expression:"Kaguya… is it too painful? Should we stop?"
Kaguya shook her head. Despite her face burning red, she bit her lip and managed a determined smile:"N-no… don't stop… keep going… I… I want to feel everything about you…"
Sensing her genuine feelings, Tamami's eyes shone with warmth and affection. He lowered his head, gently kissing Kaguya on the forehead, his tone soft:"Alright. I'll be extra careful. If you feel any discomfort, tell me right away."
As he moved again, Kaguya's body followed in rhythm. Her breathing grew more ragged, her voice even more entrancing:"Ah… Tamami… this sensation… it's so strange… but at the same time… it feels so good…"
Her hands clasped his tightly, her fingertips pressing in as though trying to hold onto this happiness that belonged only to her.
Feeling the strength of her grip, an intense sense of purpose and love surged within Tamami. His actions became increasingly focused on ensuring Kaguya's happiness.
Kaguya sensed his dedication, and tears welled at the corners of her eyes—not tears of pain, but of deep emotion and love. She murmured softly:
"Tamami… thank you… I've never felt this warmth before…"
Watching Kaguya completely let go, her face carrying an expression of unfathomable rapture, Sanae, Yuyuko, Patchouli, and Flandre were left speechless by what they witnessed. The person before them was entirely different from the aloof, reserved, and faintly distant Houraisan Kaguya they all knew.
Sanae's eyes widened, and she muttered under her breath:
"Is that really… Kaguya San? The princess who always seemed so far above us?"
Yuyuko lightly waved her folding fan, covering her mouth as she gave a soft laugh. Though her cheeks were tinged pink, her tone carried a hint of teasing:
"Heh… Kaguya's completely lost in the moment. Never thought she had this side to her."
Usually composed, Patchouli couldn't hide the surprise and slight embarrassment in her gaze. She sighed softly:
"I assumed Kaguya Houraisan would be the least likely to let go of her reserve in this situation. But it seems… the power of love truly defies common sense."
Flandre, sitting on the edge of the sofa with her chin in her hands, watched in wide-eyed curiosity. Her tone was innocent yet filled with wonder:
"Wow! Kaguya-neesan looks so happy—how nice! Tamami-niisan is amazing; Kaguya-neesan is completely melting!"
Though each of the four girls reacted differently, none could hide their own blushes and astonishment. Some even felt a subtle twinge of envy (and anticipation), because they, too—those who loved Tamami (particularly the still-waiting Patchouli and Flandre)—longed to experience the same love and warmth Kaguya was feeling.
With her cheeks still flushed and her breath still uneven, Kaguya glanced back at the four, a hint of pride and satisfaction playing about her lips.
Nonetheless, she retained the cool composure and nobility that were uniquely hers:"Well? Are you satisfied with this gentleness from my husband?"
In an instant, Sanae and the others turned bright red, quickly looking away to hide both their embarrassment and the fluttering in their hearts.
The warm lights in the living room cast a cozy glow, and a sweet fragrance filled the air, but the atmosphere had turned distinctly charged. Tamami's face was flushed as well.
Faced with Kaguya—who was now fully immersed in her emotions—his own heart pounded with mingled nerves and profound affection. He took a deep breath and murmured quietly:"Kaguya, I…"
Before he could finish, Kaguya interrupted him with her usual decisiveness. Wrapping her legs gently around his waist, her gaze was intense, her voice trembling yet resolute:"Tamami, I want all of you…"
Beneath Kaguya's seemingly aloof exterior, her emotions and the lingering effects of the aphrodisiac had already pushed her to the peak.
Countless thoughts flashed through her mind, including a possibility she had never considered before—pregnancy.
For a Hourai immortal, childbirth might not have been an inevitable outcome, but if the father was Tamami, then perhaps… everything would be different.
"If it's him… I would be willing…" A quiet voice echoed in her heart.
As Tamami finally made up his mind and stopped hesitating, he fully embraced the warmth of Kaguya's body and her passion. In that moment, he poured all his affection into her, intertwining their emotions in an overwhelming surge.
"!"Kaguya instantly felt a deep warmth fill the depths of her body.
Her eyes widened in shock as a deep crimson spread rapidly across her cheeks. That sensation—both unfamiliar and familiar—made her heart and body simultaneously reach their peak.
"Tamami…/"
Unable to suppress her emotions, she murmured softly, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, her entire body melting into his embrace.
Lying on the sofa, resting, Sanae turned her head slightly, glancing over with a complex smile."Kaguya San… has completely abandoned her usual noble and cold demeanor."
Yuyuko chuckled lightly, a trace of barely perceptible warmth in her gaze.
"Tamami's kindness… really does make people lower all their defenses."
Patchouli adjusted her glasses, her face faintly flushed. Though her tone remained calm, there was an undeniable note of admiration."Kaguya, showing this side of herself… truly unexpected."
Flandre tilted her head, smiling innocently."Kaguya-neesansan looks so happy~"
After everything, Tamami gently lifted Kaguya into his arms, covering her with a thin blanket. His voice was low and soothing as he whispered:
"Kaguya, I understand your pain. I promise you, no matter how long the future may be, I will stay by your side so that you'll never be alone again."
Kaguya smiled softly, leaning against his chest, closing her eyes in contentment as she murmured:"You're not allowed to go back on your word, Tamami… I've already given my everything to you."
At that moment, Patchouli sat quietly in the corner of the sofa, her head lowered, her face filled with guilt and unease.
Tamami approached her with gentle steps and sat down beside her. His voice was deep yet filled with warmth and understanding."Patchouli, are you still blaming yourself over the aphrodisiac incident?"
Patchouli lowered her gaze and leaned closer to Tamami. Under the dim lighting, her pale skin carried a faint pink hue, making her delicate and vulnerable figure appear even more fragile.
Wrapping her arms around her knees, she spoke with clear remorse in her voice."Tamami… this all happened because of me… If I had been more careful and properly disposed of that bottle of aphrodisiac, then none of this would have…"
Tamami sat beside her, his bare chest lightly touching Patchouli's shoulder.
He reached out and gently pulled her into his embrace, speaking in a tone that was both clumsy and sincere."Patchouli, stop blaming yourself. Didn't I already tell you? This wasn't your fault. Besides, this outcome… actually made me understand your feelings for me even more. It also gave me a chance to…"
He hesitated for a moment, then, looking slightly embarrassed, scratched the back of his head."…to finally express my feelings to all of you."
Patchouli blinked in surprise, her amethyst eyes flickering with a mix of emotions. Her voice carried a trace of uncertainty."But… is this really okay? For us to… like this…"
Tamami gently took her hand, interlocking their fingers. His voice was low but unwavering in its sincerity."Patchouli, to me, you are not just the great magician of the Scarlet Devil Mansion, nor any other title you bear. You are Patchouli Knowledge—you are my most precious bond."
He paused for a brief moment before meeting her gaze with complete seriousness."I once promised you that, no matter how long it takes, I would find a way to heal your body completely. The medicinal soups I've been preparing have already shown improvement in your condition, and I will continue to do more.
Whether it's cooking, making desserts, or preparing herbal remedies, I will do it for you every day, until your asthma is fully cured… and even beyond that."
As she listened to his words, Patchouli's eyes slowly welled with tears. She pursed her lips before whispering softly:"Tamami… does it really not bother you?"
Tamami smiled warmly."To me, it's all worth it. Because you're Patchouli—you're the one I want to protect for a lifetime."
Unable to contain herself any longer upon hearing those words, Patchouli softly threw herself into Tamami's arms. Her tone carried a hint of shyness and resolve."Then… tonight, please protect me as well, alright?"
Tamami froze for a moment, then nodded, face flushed."Yes, I will, Patchouli."
Patchouli's lips gently pressed against his, the kiss both soft and sweet. Slowly, she guided him onto the sofa, tenderly pushing him down, her bare body pressing against his chest.
Sanae, lying on the other side of the sofa, covered her face with her hands in mock embarrassment, yet couldn't help peeking through her fingers. A mischievous smile tugged at her lips."Patchouli-San's certainly not lagging behind the rest of us…"
Yuyuko, hugging a blanket, let out a light laugh."Seems Patchouli has also found her courage… Not bad at all."
Flandre tilted her head, her innocent gaze carrying a tinge of anticipation.
"Tamami-niisan is being so gentle with Pache~ That means it'll be my turn next, right?!"
Kaguya, leaning against the other side of the sofa with her arms wrapped around her legs, raised the corners of her mouth slightly.
Her expression held a trace of playful amusement and a hint of barely discernible affection.
"Patchouli… who would've thought you could be so forward."
Kaguya smiled quietly, a touch of pride in her voice, yet also sincere in her praise."But, well, Tamami really is the kind of man who makes you want to entrust him with everything."
She glanced sideways, discreetly observing Tamami's gentle, focused expression.
Though she had shared a deep emotional and physical moment with Tamami just before, seeing his warmth and attention toward Patchouli stirred no jealousy in her. Instead, she felt at ease.
Patchouli's face turned crimson in an instant, her soft breaths becoming audible. Tamami's actions were gentle yet intricate.
His fingers explored slowly, carrying the cool sensation of his water-based powers, causing Patchouli to tremble uncontrollably.
"Patchouli… you smell so good…" Tamami whispered, his voice husky and magnetic. He lightly stroked her lavender hair, his eyes filled with undivided attention and affection, as though she were the only one in his world.
Patchouli bit her lower lip, mumbling shyly."Tamami… y-you can't just say things like that so casually…"
Her voice quivered, laced with unmistakable shyness and warmth.
Tamami paused his movements, gently drawing back his hand and gazing at her."I'm sorry, Patchouli. I… if you feel uncomfortable, I can stop."
Patchouli shook her head, her tone tinged with urgency.
"N-no… it's not uncomfortable, it's just…" She lowered her head, her voice scarcely above a whisper. "It's just so sudden… I'm… not quite used to it yet."
Tamami's gaze softened further. He pulled her gently into his embrace, interlacing their fingers.
"Patchouli, you're my bond. I don't want you to feel any discomfort at all. As long as you're willing, I'll stay by your side forever, letting you feel my warmth and concern every single day."
Patchouli's heart pounded, her eyes flickering with emotion. She raised her head to meet Tamami's gaze and finally mustered the courage to speak softly."Tamami, I… I'm willing to trust you and entrust everything to you."
Hearing those words, Tamami placed a tender kiss on her forehead before gently easing her down onto the bed.
He kissed along her collarbone, her shoulders, and then down to her chest—each movement gentle and filled with deep affection.
Patchouli's body quivered beneath his touch, the blush on her cheeks growing even more pronounced.
Patchouli breathed softly, feeling Tamami's fingers once again glide toward her most intimate place.
This time, she did not refuse; instead, she relaxed her body, allowing Tamami to move deeper.
"Patchouli, you're so beautiful…" Tamami murmured, his tone brimming with admiration and love.
Patchouli closed her eyes, replying in a soft voice."Tamami… I feel the same. Whether now or in the future… I will belong only to you."
Patchouli's face was flushed crimson as she trembled slightly, casting her gaze at Tamami's body. The sheer abnormal size made her involuntarily swallow, her mind torn between contradiction and hesitation.
Her hand quivered slightly, wanting to touch but stopping short, her mind swirling with all the knowledge she'd gleaned from books—yet none of it seemed to match the reality before her eyes.
"Pache, what are you hesitating for?" Flandre asked in her innocent-sounding voice from the side, though her crimson eyes sparkled mischievously.
With a mischievous grin, she flew behind Patchouli and lightly placed her hands on Patchouli's shoulders.
Patchouli turned around, about to speak, but Flandre cut her off: "Pache, you can't go on like this. Should I help you?"
"Flan, n—" Patchouli had just begun to refuse when she felt the pressure on her shoulders. Before she could react, Flandre "gently" pushed her down, causing Patchouli to land on Tamami's lap in an instant.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
A sharp cry accompanied the sudden searing pain that filled Patchouli's body. The agony of her virginity tearing caused her eyes to well up with tears that spilled uncontrollably.
Flandre's mischievous grin froze on her face. Realizing she might have caused a disaster, she quickly leaned in to check on Patchouli, her voice filled with guilt and anxiety: "Pache… I-I didn't mean to! I'm really sorry! Pache, are you okay?"
Tamami was equally panicked. He immediately reached out to support Patchouli, his face etched with remorse and worry: "Patchouli! I'm sorry! Are you alright? Does it hurt a lot? I… I'll stop right away!"
Barely able to breathe from the pain, Patchouli forced herself to take a deep breath. She looked up, managing a faint smile despite her weak voice: "Tamami… it's alright. I can endure it… This is my own choice…"
Her words pained Tamami's heart even more. He gently wiped the tears from her face, speaking with deep concern and remorse: "Patchouli, why didn't you say something? I really don't want you to get hurt… I should've been more careful…"
Patchouli shook her head lightly, her tone both soft and resolute: "Tamami, you've already been very careful… And… you're the most important person to me… I won't regret this pain…"
Listening to her, Tamami felt his eyes grow moist as waves of guilt and affection welled up inside him. He grasped Patchouli's hand tightly and spoke in a low voice: "Patchouli, thank you… I will cherish you and make sure you never feel any pain again."
Flandre hung her head, muttering regretfully: "Pache… I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to…"
Patchouli turned her head slightly toward Flandre, offering a gentle smile: "Flan, it's really fine… You were just too concerned about me. I don't blame you…"
Her words somewhat relieved Flandre, though the guilt in her heart still lingered.
Tamami leaned down, placing a soft kiss on Patchouli's forehead, his voice full of warmth: "Patchouli, you're one of my precious bonds—there's no replacing you. I'll be even more careful from now on, and I won't let you feel the slightest pain…"
Hearing his comforting words, Patchouli felt a wave of warmth flood her heart, gradually easing the pain.
Patchouli's body trembled slightly, the pain slowly giving way to a warmth and stir of emotion she'd never before experienced.
Tamami's gentle movements, coupled with the somewhat clumsy yet deeply caring look in his eyes, filled her with an indescribable sensation.
It was a stark contrast to the indifferent feeling she got when she had previously taken care of her physical needs on her own.
"Tamami…" she murmured, her fingertips unconsciously clinging to his arm, knuckles turning white. The sensation was so unfamiliar she couldn't find words for it.
As a century-old witch, Patchouli believed she could remain rational about everything—even love stories between humans and youkai were, in her eyes, just fragments from books.
But now, all her composure had crumbled. The depth of this emotion went far beyond any profound knowledge she could muster.
"What's wrong? Are you in a lot of pain?" Tamami's voice broke the silence gently, filled with concern. He slowed his movement, carefully brushing his fingers along Patchouli's cheek, trying to gauge her condition.
Patchouli slowly shook her head, her eyes glistening with tears. She reached out, pulled Tamami's face closer, and softly kissed his forehead.
Her voice was laden with unmistakable tenderness: "It's not pain… I just didn't expect… it to feel like this."
"This kind of feeling?" Tamami looked puzzled, clumsily trying to understand her words.
Patchouli closed her eyes, her breathing unsteady but her voice firm: "Tamami, it's a… feeling I can't even explain myself. It's deeper than any knowledge, spell, or theory. I never imagined… that I'd truly fall for someone like you."
Tamami froze, gently wiping away the tears at the corner of her eye. His tone was both earnest and tender: "Patchouli, thank you for telling me this… I don't want you to endure any loneliness or pain ever again. I'll stay by your side and protect you in my own way."
Patchouli lowered her head, burying her face into Tamami's shoulder. She took in his warmth and scent, and a sense of happiness she'd never known before made her body gradually relax, melting into his gentle embrace.
Tamami breathed a bit heavily, sweat beading on his forehead. He looked down at Patchouli's face, tinged with a blush, speaking with a trace of nervous sincerity: "Patchouli… I… If you're uncomfortable at all, I can stop whenever you want."
Patchouli shook her head slightly, a faint smile forming at her lips. Though she was breathing quickly, her tone was resolute: "No need… Actually, I'm… gradually getting used to it. Tamami, you can… go a bit further."
Hearing her words, Tamami froze for a moment. He lifted his head and gazed into her deep purple eyes, as though confirming that she meant what she said.
Then, he slowly nodded, gently pulling her into his arms as he spoke softly,
"Then… if you feel any discomfort at all, you must tell me."
With that, he lowered his head and kissed Patchouli's lips. His warm tongue tentatively parted her teeth in a gentle, patient motion.
Patchouli returned his kiss, her arms sliding up around his shoulders, fingers trembling slightly.
Next, Tamami carefully lifted Patchouli from behind, holding her close against his chest. Then he slowly entered her body once again.
Patchouli's body trembled, and a muffled moan slipped out:"Ah… it's so deep…!"
Tamami kept his movements gentle, sensing Patchouli's body gradually adapting to him and seeing her tense expression relax bit by bit. He kissed her earlobe softly, his voice low and tender:"Patchouli… are you really alright? Is this pace okay for you?"
Patchouli, already immersed in the sensation, shook her head with a mixture of shyness and satisfaction in her voice:"I'm fine… you… you can go a bit harder…"
Hearing this, Tamami quickened his pace slightly. As his movements intensified, bursts of pleasure washed over Patchouli, and she could not stop herself from letting out sweeter cries.
She buried her face in Tamami's shoulder, her ears burning red, feeling as if she could no longer control the wave of ecstasy coursing through her body.
She murmured quietly,"Tamami… I can't even describe… this feeling…"
Tamami kissed her purple hair gently. His voice was filled with warmth:
"Patchouli, I want you to feel happy in every moment. You mean more to me than anything."
Hearing those words, Patchouli felt tears forming at the corners of her eyes.
The loneliness she had carried for so long seemed to vanish in that instant. She lifted her head slightly and responded softly,"Tamami, thank you… I'm so glad… to have met you."
As Tamami thrust deeper and faster, Patchouli's moans gradually grew louder.
This usually calm and composed century-old witch had cast aside all reserve.
Her expression turned hazy, and her body instinctively moved in time with Tamami's motions. She reached out, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him close, and their lips met once more.
"Tamami…" Patchouli whispered, then captured his lips in a kiss, her soft tongue sliding forward, actively seeking his own. Their tongues intertwined passionately, as though conveying every bit of their emotion.
Tamami responded gently to her, and, sensing Patchouli's fervor, he moved more vigorously.
Each thrust penetrated Patchouli's deepest point. Her body trembled, her hands clutching Tamami's shoulders. She moved with his rhythm instinctively.
"Ah… Tamami…!" Patchouli's voice was filled with indescribable bliss and yearning. She whispered, her gaze brimming with love and resolve,
"My body… my everything… it all belongs to you… Only you can touch me…"
Hearing this, Tamami felt his heart flutter. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Patchouli's forehead, his voice low and tender:
"Patchouli, you're the most important person to me too… I'll always protect you."
Tears glistened in Patchouli's eyes—tears born of happiness and deep emotion. She clung tightly to Tamami, allowing him to take her gently yet firmly, savoring every bit of the warmth he brought.
Tamami spoke in a quiet voice, tinged with anxiety and hesitation,
"Patchouli, I…!"
As his movements grew faster and he felt himself reaching his limit, he forced himself to stop, wanting to ask for Patchouli's consent.
By then, Patchouli was completely enveloped in Tamami's tenderness and intense love. Her cheeks were flushed with passion, her purple eyes hazy yet resolute, showing a hint of shyness but also unprecedented determination.
She reached out, placing her arms around his neck and whispered softly:
"Tamami… don't stop… I… I want you to leave everything inside me."
Her voice was almost inaudible, yet filled with genuine emotion.
Tamami froze for a moment, lifting his gaze to look at her. Conflicting emotions flooded his eyes:"Patchouli, are… are you sure? Because this is…"
Patchouli nodded gently, her gaze both soft and unwavering:"I'm sure… You're unique to me… I'm willing to accept everything about you, because… you're Tamami—my dummy…"
Her words shook Tamami to his core. Feeling the depth of her love, he leaned down and kissed her deeply, showing through action how he felt in return.
With a few final thrusts, Tamami poured all of himself into Patchouli, leaving nothing behind. In that instant, he felt not just a physical joining but a union of souls.
Patchouli gently held him, welcoming the warmth within her. Gasping lightly, she said,"Tamami… thank you… There's no way to describe this feeling with anything I've read in books…"
Tamami embraced her tightly, responding in a quiet voice:"Patchouli, thank you for accepting me… You're my dearest bond, and I'll guard you forever."
Gently, Tamami lifted Patchouli in a princess carry, placing her softly on the sofa and covering her with a cozy blanket. He murmured,
"Patchouli, get some rest. I'll stay right here."
Patchouli nodded slightly, her face still flushed from the lingering afterglow. She answered softly,"Alright, Tamami… thank you."
She closed her eyes, still smiling contentedly as she sank into the warmth of the moment just passed.
Sanae, Yuyuko, and Kaguya, who had been watching, still felt a bit bashful, but they couldn't help teasing Tamami:
Yuyuko smiled, her tone mischievous:"Oh my, Tamami, you're so gentle it makes one envious~ Patchouli looks like she's off in a dream."
Sanae chuckled gently:"Tamami's always been so attentive. No wonder… everyone trusts him so much."
Kaguya added in a half-joking manner:"But from what I saw, Patchouli really let herself go. Tamami, you do have a certain talent."
Hearing their remarks, Tamami looked exasperated and embarrassed, but there was a subtle warmth in his smile. He turned to the three of them and said quietly:"You three… stop teasing me…"
At this moment, Flandre was already completely naked, sitting off to the side with a face full of anticipation. When she saw Tamami approach, she immediately beamed. She spread her arms like an eager child:
"Tamami-niisan~ It's my turn now, right? I've been waiting so long!"
Her tone was innocent and excited, yet her cheeks were tinged with a faint blush of shyness.
Tamami gave a gentle smile, stepped forward to pick her up, and replied in a soft voice,"Flan, sorry to keep you waiting. Are you ready?"
Flandre nodded, burying her face in his chest as she whispered,
"Mm, I'm ready… Tamami-niisan, don't go too gentle on me. I want to feel all of you."
Off to the side, Sanae, Yuyuko, and Kaguya froze for a second, looking at each other with faces turning pink. Kaguya couldn't help but mutter quietly,
"This girl sure is direct…"
Yuyuko chuckled lightly, a playful edge in her voice,
"It's Flan-Chan, after all. She might just give Tamami an unexpected surprise~"
Holding Flandre tightly in his arms, Tamami gently stroked her hair, his tone both earnest and tender:"Flan, I'll show you my feelings, and help you understand how important you are to me."
Flandre lifted her head and looked at Tamami. Her face radiated an innocent smile, but her eyes shone with deep emotion."Tamami-niisan, I'll also show you just how much I love you…"
Tamami gently lifted Flandre, his palm brushing over her soft blonde hair. He gazed down at the innocent girl in his arms with a gentle expression, though mostly he seemed unsure of what to do. He had always struggled with words, especially in moments like this.
"Flan…" he began softly, his tone somewhat clumsy yet utterly sincere,
"You know you mean a lot to me. You're my bond, someone I want to protect."
Flandre looked up, her ruby-red eyes sparkling under the candlelight. A sweet smile curved her lips, though there was a hint of mischief in it:
"Tamami-niisan, you're such a dummy. You make it sound like you're talking to a little kid."
Tamami paused, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. He scratched the back of his head, sounding exasperated:"I'm being serious. You're precious to me, and I don't want you to get hurt or be lonely anymore."
Flandre stared at him steadily. All of a sudden, she reached out and held his face gently, drawing very close:"Will you stay with me forever? You won't lock me in a basement like everyone else did, saying I'm too dangerous?"
Tamami froze for a moment, then gave a serious smile:"Never. I don't see you as someone dangerous. You're Flandre Scarlet, and I want to protect you and keep you company. If you'll let me, I'll stay by your side forever—just as I do for Sanae, Yuyuko, Patchouli, and Kaguya. I'll never leave you."
Hearing this, Flandre's eyes lit up, and her smile grew even brighter. She abruptly threw her arms around Tamami, pressing her head into his chest as she spoke in a tone that was both stubborn and sweet:
"Tamami-niisan, then you better not be lying. If you dare leave me, I'll… I'll…"
Tamami patted her back, his voice carrying his characteristic blend of cluelessness and gentleness:
"I'd never lie to you. I'll keep my word. You're my most important bond, and I won't leave you."
Flandre looked up at him for a moment. Suddenly, she gave him a light kiss on the cheek, then giggled,"Then remember this: no matter how long it takes, you have to keep liking me!"
Tamami let out a silly laugh and nodded firmly,"Yes, absolutely!"
He carefully placed Flandre on the coffee table, lowering his head to gaze at the girl before him. Though she was a vampire, right now she radiated a rare purity and softness, wholly different from the slightly dangerous aura she usually exuded.
Leaning in, he planted a gentle kiss on her forehead, then trailed downward—until reaching her most private place.
Flandre's red eyes went wide, and her entire body stiffened. A surprised cry burst from her mouth, tinged with shyness and alarm,
"Tamami-niisan, no! That's too dirty!"
Tamami looked up, his eyes full of warmth and sincerity. His voice was low but carried an undeniable earnestness:"Flan, there's no part of you that's dirty. To me, you're pure and flawless; every part of you deserves to be cherished."
The softness in his tone and the unwavering firmness behind it instantly dissolved Flandre's defenses. Her face grew as red as a ripe apple, and her eyes were filled with both struggle and confusion, but she said nothing more to protest.
When Tamami lowered his head once again, Flandre's body trembled slightly, and she let out a small sound:
"Ah… Tamami-niisan… this feels… so strange…"
Her hands gripped the edges of the table tightly, her knuckles whitening from the pressure, yet her eyes gradually lost focus, as though consumed by a new kind of pleasure.
Over on the sofa, Sanae, Yuyuko, Kaguya, and Patchouli had already finished their own "antidote journey" and were now resting under blankets. They all froze upon catching sight of what was happening.
Sanae turned her head slightly, her face showing a touch of embarrassment as she mumbled softly,"Flan is… so forward…"
Yuyuko's lips curled in a faint, teasing smile,
"It looks like Tamami really is a gentle, if somewhat clumsy, good man—even Flan-Chan has completely fallen for him."
Kaguya, however, frowned a bit, her eyes hinting at some complex emotion,
"That guy… he's so clueless, yet at times like these he always says things you can't possibly refuse."
Patchouli, covering half her face with a blanket, spoke with a slightly self-deprecating tone:
"Now that I think about it, I was also completely bowled over by his clumsiness and sincerity before…"
The four women exchanged glances. Although the atmosphere was somewhat delicate, they said nothing more.
Deep down, their feelings for Tamami had grown stronger, and they understood ever more clearly why one would so willingly entrust everything to him.
Meanwhile, on the coffee table, Flandre—immersed in this entirely new sensation brought on by Tamami's deepening kisses—felt her heart racing and her breathing quicken. In the warmth of Tamami's gentleness this night, the loneliness and longing in her heart were slowly being filled.
Tamami held Flandre in his arms, feeling her slight trembling. Gently stroking her back, he spoke in a low, soothing voice:
"Flan, it's alright. You don't need to force yourself. If you're not ready, I can stop."
However, Flandre shook her head, her eyes shining with determination. Though her cheeks were already bright red, her desire and anticipation had far surpassed any fear of the unknown.
She bit her lower lip, placed her hands on Tamami's chest, and slowly lowered herself.
"Ah—!"
A sudden surge of pain tore through her, as though something had ripped her body in two.
Tears slipped uncontrollably down her cheeks, now even more flushed. Panicked, Tamami tried to pull away in a flurry of movement:
"Flan?! I'm sorry! Did I… hurt you?!"
Flandre gritted her teeth and shook her head, her voice trembling slightly:
"I'm okay… Tamami-niisan, don't move… Just… give me a moment…"
At that moment, Patchouli—still wrapped in her blanket—got down from the sofa and sat gently beside Flandre. She stroked Flandre's face in a comforting manner, her tone gentle and reassuring:
"Flan, you're very brave. Yes, the first time does hurt a bit, but if you can bear it a little longer, it won't feel so bad soon."
Sanae, Kaguya, and Yuyuko also gathered around Flandre, each offering their own warm words of consolation.
Sanae spoke softly,"Flan, you're doing great. Trust Tamami; he'll be very gentle."
Kaguya nodded, her tone firm,"The pain only lasts a moment, but genuine happiness will last forever."
Yuyuko smiled lightly, her voice as soft as a spring breeze:"Tamami is a dependable pillar for all of us. Just relax and feel his love for you."
Looking at her beloved sisters, so familiar and dear, Flandre's eyes shone with even greater resolve and composure.
Taking a deep breath, she tried to relax her body and let the pain ebb away. Seeing her gradually calm expression, Tamami was filled with guilt and concern.
He bent his head and softly kissed her forehead, speaking gently:
"Flan, you're so brave… I'll take it slowly and won't let you feel any more pain."
Flandre's lips curved into a faint smile, her voice quivering slightly:
"Tamami-niisan… I'm alright. Go on…"
Her words made Tamami take a deep breath. Holding Flandre carefully, he began to move slowly, every action cautious and gentle, lest he cause her any additional discomfort.
The pain was gradually replaced by a strange but pleasant sensation, and Flandre's expression began to ease. Her soft moans betrayed a hint of excitement:
"Ah… it feels so strange… but… so good…"
Patchouli, Sanae, Kaguya, and Yuyuko stood silently nearby, their cheeks still somewhat flushed, but their eyes filled with warmth and encouragement.
They knew that, for Flandre, this moment was one of the most significant in her life, and that Tamami's tenderness and love would be a profoundly memorable part of it.
Tamami gently lifted Flandre, allowing her legs to wrap naturally around his waist. Supporting her bottom carefully, he pulled her close so her body pressed snugly against his own.
Flandre's slight frame fit securely in his arms, her face flushed a deep red.
She gripped the back of his neck, her breathing ragged and erratic.
"Ta… Tamami-niisan…" Flandre murmured softly, her tone thick with shyness and a hint of daze.
Because of this position, each downward movement as Tamami shifted allowed a certain spot to press against the very deepest part of her body. Waves of pleasure rippled outward, and she couldn't help but moan uncontrollably. Her voice faltered in broken phrases:
"Ah… mm… it's so deep… Tamami-niisan… don't stop…"
Tamami maintained a gentle but steady pace, carefully observing Flandre's reactions. His voice was soft as he asked,
"Flan, are you okay? Does anything hurt?"
Flandre lifted her head and gazed at him with unfocused eyes, her cheeks painted with deep crimson. She shook her head lightly and replied,
"N-no… it feels… really good… Tamami-niisan… more…"
A rush of warmth filled Tamami's heart at her words. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, gradually quickening his pace.
Flandre's body trembled from the pleasure, her arms tightening around his neck. She felt like a feather adrift on the waves, entirely lost in the sensations Tamami was giving her.
"Ah… Niisan… this feeling… is so strange… but… so wonderful…"
Flandre's words grew increasingly incoherent, her gaze brimming with reliance on and trust in Tamami.
Meanwhile, Sanae, Yuyuko, Kaguya, and Patchouli—resting on the sofa—were quietly watching them, each with her own thoughts.
Kaguya let out a small hmph and whispered,"Flan looks like the luckiest of us all."
A slight smile tugged at Yuyuko's lips,
"Flan-Chan's always relied on Tamami. Seems she's truly fortunate."
Sanae couldn't help but chuckle softly, her voice filled with relief,
"Tamami's so gentle. No wonder Flan trusts him this much."
Patchouli nodded silently, her eyes shining with warmth. She murmured under her breath,
"That's just who he is—someone who always makes you feel safe…"
In that moment, the living room overflowed with a deep sense of warmth and powerful emotion. One couldn't help but be moved by the pure and sincere bond unfolding before them.
Tamami was about to withdraw from Flandre's body when he felt her small hand gently press against his waist. She looked up at him, her ruby-like eyes shining with determination and shyness. Though her voice was soft, it carried unmistakable sincerity:
"Tamami-niisan… I want you to stay inside. I want to have a baby with you… That's what I truly want."
For a moment, Tamami was at a loss for words, his entire body going rigid. He lowered his head to look at Flandre in his arms—this girl who was usually so innocent now seemed so mature and earnest. His face went bright red, and his voice trembled with barely concealed panic:
"Flan… do you really know what you're saying? Could it be the aphrodisiac affecting you…?"
Flandre shook her head, her golden hair swaying lightly. She tightened her arms around Tamami's neck, her voice tinged with both shyness and happiness:
"I know, Tamami-niisan… Even without the aphrodisiac, my feelings wouldn't change. You're the most important person to me, the warmth and protection I've never felt before… I don't want to be alone anymore…"
Though her voice quivered, it was resolute.
Tamami froze, torn between conflicting emotions yet deeply moved. He reached out to stroke Flandre's golden hair, his tone full of tenderness and sincerity:
"Flan… I don't understand complex emotions very well, but you're irreplaceable to me, too. I'll protect you so you'll never be alone—forever."
Upon hearing his words, the joy on Flandre's face became all the more evident. She gently rested her face against Tamami's chest, closed her eyes, and showed a pure, blissful smile:
"Tamami-niisan, I'm so happy… With you by my side, I'm not afraid of anything anymore…"
Nearby, Sanae, Yuyuko, Kaguya, and Patchouli watched quietly. Their hearts were filled with mixed emotions, but above all, they offered their blessing and understanding.
Tamami lowered his head and pressed a kiss to Flandre's forehead before holding her softly in his arms, speaking in a gentle voice:
"You're my precious Flandre. I'll stay with you, always protecting your smile…"
Though somewhat awkwardly expressed, Tamami's promise was full of genuine warmth. Feeling his body heat and embrace, Flandre's heart overflowed with happiness, as if a fountain had been unsealed.
At that moment, the aphrodisiac's effects seemed almost secondary—she only wanted to savor Tamami's presence and protection.
Cool moonlight filtered through the window screens, shining on the five young women sleeping together on the sofa.
Their cheeks were still faintly flushed, and they slept soundly, as if they'd experienced a long, profound dream.
Sanae, Yuyuko, Kaguya, Patchouli, and Flandre were all in deep slumber, covered by the soft blankets Tamami had draped over them to conceal their nudity and offer a measure of warmth on this quiet night.
Standing in the center of the living room, Tamami slowly got dressed, his movements cautious and deliberate so as not to wake the five sleeping girls.
He gazed upon their sleeping figures, a complex mix of emotions swirling in his heart—part guilt, part a deep sense of responsibility.
"Sanae, Yuyuko, Kaguya, Patchouli, Flan… thank you for trusting me…"
He spoke so softly it was almost a soliloquy, yet his voice was filled with sincerity. Lowering his head, he looked at his hands—hands once meant to fight evil and kill. Now, he only wanted to protect these precious bonds.
Tamami let out a quiet sigh and adjusted the blankets to make sure each girl slept comfortably. Finally satisfied that they were resting well, he moved to a corner of the living room and sat down against the cold wall, exhaling slowly.
"I hope you all have a good night's sleep… Goodnight…"
His gaze swept over the five of them on the sofa, brimming with tenderness and apology.
Though he wasn't good at understanding complicated emotions, he knew that behind this aphrodisiac incident lay not only the drug's effects, but also these girls' complete trust and profound feelings for him.
He couldn't let it all be brushed aside as just an "accident."
Fatigue weighed on him as he leaned back against the wall, his eyelids growing heavy.
He knew that the physical and emotional toll of this night had left a deep, indelible impression on each one of them. A faint smile curved his lips, as though he were continuing to watch over them even in his dreams.
Tranquility returned to the living room, with only the gentle sound of the wind outside, as if the night itself were blessing this moment of peace.
The five of them remained huddled together on the sofa, while Tamami rested against the wall, quietly standing guard. Eventually, the noisy, tumultuous night faded under the moonlight, and dawn slowly arrived.
Sanae leaned against the sofa, her face still tinged with a faint blush. Her fingers lightly brushed over the blanket that Tamami had gently placed over her.
Her heart was filled with an overwhelming warmth, yet she couldn't help but feel a tinge of embarrassment.
"Tamami… I'm so glad I met you…"
She closed her eyes, reminiscing about the past two years and the intimate moments they had shared tonight. The deep sense of happiness and security she felt was something she had never experienced before.
"Even though all of this happened because of the aphrodisiac… my heart has long belonged to you…"
A small smile appeared on her lips as she wondered—would he continue to protect her in the future? Would he stay by her side forever?
Yuyuko's lips still carried the remnants of a soft smile as her hand lightly touched her abdomen, as if she could still feel the warmth and life that Tamami had given her.
As a ghost, she had believed she would never experience such emotions, nor had she dared to hope for such a deep connection.
"Tamami… even though I have been lost countless times between the boundary of life and death, you made me feel whole—you made me feel loved…"
She turned slightly, sneaking a glance at Tamami, who was now nodding off in the corner of the room. Her smile deepened.
"If possible, I hope this isn't just an accident but the start of something more…"
Kaguya lay flat on the sofa, her hands folded over her chest. However, her usual air of pride and aloofness was nowhere to be seen. Instead, her face still carried traces of lingering shyness and a soft smile.
Her mind replayed Tamami's words, as well as his gentle yet slightly clumsy actions.
"That idiot…"
She let out a small huff, yet deep inside, she felt nothing but warmth. She thought back to the moment in the underworld, when Tamami had unhesitatingly chosen to save them all. The memory of his determined figure back then made her inwardly admit:
"Maybe… I had already given my heart to you since that moment."
"Tamami, you are the only one who could make me let go of my pride. If this is what eternal love means, then I am willing to walk this path with you."
Patchouli curled up under the blanket, her fingers gently pressing against her chest as she felt the lingering echoes of her heartbeat.
As a magician, she had always believed she could analyze emotions with logic and reason. However, at this moment, there was nothing she could use to explain the emotions stirring within her.
"Tamami… you're so clueless, yet so gentle… it's impossible to resist you…"
Closing her eyes, she recalled the medicinal soups he had painstakingly prepared for her and the way he had once said, 'I will definitely cure your asthma.' A warmth spread through her heart.
"If this kind of companionship can last forever… maybe, just maybe, I can let go of my skepticism about love and entrust everything to you."
Flandre lay curled up in the corner of the sofa, her small wings swaying slightly, as if she was still reliving the events of the night in her dreams.
Her hands gently hugged the blanket close, and a pure, childlike smile adorned her face, as if she had just received the most precious treasure.
"Tamami-niisan… so this is what 'love' feels like?"
Her heart overflowed with happiness. It no longer felt like she was trapped in a lonely basement—instead, it felt like she was in a world full of warmth and love.
"From today on, I will hold onto you tightly. I won't let anyone else take you away! (Except for Sanae, Yuyuko, Kaguya, and Patchouli.)"
Flandre slightly opened her eyes and glanced at Tamami, who sat in the corner watching over them. A deep sense of peace settled within her.
"Tamami-niisan, I want to stay with you forever—forever and ever…"
Though the aphrodisiac had led them into this unavoidable night of intimacy, as the night gradually calmed, their hearts were no longer just filled with embarrassment or confusion. Instead, what remained was an unshakable trust and reliance on Tamami.
They understood now—this tsukumogami standing before them had long become an irreplaceable part of their lives.
"This isn't just an accident. This was fate."
Each of the five girls silently thought the same thing as they drifted into a peaceful and content slumber, filled with happiness and anticipation for the future.