Chapter 30
Deep into the Night at the Scarlet Devil Mansion
At the top of the clock tower, the night wind gently blows, carrying a slight chill that cannot disperse the warmth lingering between the two. Sakuya Izayoi stands on the tower's edge, gazing into the night.
Her silvery-white hair flutters in the breeze, a softness and pensiveness on her face seldom seen in her usual demeanor.
"Sakuya." A low, gentle voice breaks the stillness of the night.
Kengo appears behind her, carrying a pot of steaming Darjeeling tea and a small plate of lemon tarts. That familiar, reassuring smile on his face is like a warm glow in the darkness.
Sakuya turns around and sees that slightly awkward yet tender expression. She momentarily freezes, but the corners of her lips can't help forming a faint smile. "Kengo, how did you know I was here?"
Kengo sets the tea and lemon tarts on the stone table next to her, speaking in a relaxed tone. "I know your habits quite well. Whenever something's on your mind, you always come up here to feel the wind."
Sakuya pauses for a moment, then lets out a soft huff. "You really are observant…"
Kengo smiles, pours her a cup of tea, and hands it to her, his tone gentle. "Have a little late-night snack. I made the lemon tarts especially for you. You should like the sweet and sour taste."
Sakuya accepts the teacup, lowers her head, and inhales the tea's fragrance. The rising steam seems to dispel a bit of the chill in her heart. She takes a small sip and speaks quietly, "Thank you, Kengo… You're always so thoughtful."
They fall silent for a moment, the only sound the gentle night wind skimming across the clock tower.
Off in the distance, the Scarlet Devil Mansion appears especially serene under the moonlight. Sakuya sets down her teacup, looking into the distance. Her voice is calm yet tinged with emotion: "Kengo… about what happened that night—how do you feel about it?"
Kengo is briefly taken aback, then offers a faint, wry smile. He knows she is referring to the incident involving the aphrodisiac—that night when the girls, having lost control, pushed them down, and the night that subtly yet unmistakably changed everything.
He reaches out, gently placing his hand over hers, his gaze filled with acceptance and warmth. "Sakuya, I've felt your emotions all along. What happened that night wasn't your fault, nor was it just some accident. It was truly what you all chose. And… I want you to know I've been waiting for you all this time."
She holds the teacup Kengo has just poured for her. The rising warmth of the steam does nothing to dispel the heaviness within her.
"Kengo…" she suddenly speaks, her voice soft and trembling slightly, "You, as the God of Battle, have an infinite lifespan, while I… I'm just a human, with only a few short decades to live."
Her silver eyes lower, filled with undisguisable sorrow and unease. "My mistress… once searched for a way for me to avoid aging so I could stay by her side. But back then, I didn't care. I thought I'd remain with her until my life ended, and that was enough…"
Kengo stands beside her, quietly listening, his gaze gentle and profound. He does not interrupt, allowing her to speak freely.
"But now… I realize for the first time how powerless a human's fleeting life can feel…" Sakuya's hands tremble slightly, making the tea in her cup quiver.
Her voice trembles as well. "Because… I really want to keep hold of this happiness… I want to stay with you forever…"
Her words grow quieter and quieter, tears already brimming in her eyes. This emotion, one she has never experienced, makes the usually calm and rational Sakuya fragile—yet somehow more real.
Upon hearing this, Kengo sets aside the teapot and gently takes her hand, enclosing her trembling fingers in his. His voice is low and warm, as though to smooth away her every fear. "Sakuya, you are you. There's no need to become anything else. Your existence alone is enough for me."
He looks into her eyes, his voice unwavering. "Even if you become old and gray, our bond will remain unchanged. I'll stay with you until the day you grow old and pass on… as long as you don't push me away."
Sakuya's body quivers at his words, and her eyes remain locked on him. In that instant, a string deep within her finally breaks.
She remembers that moment in theYomi, her soul corroded by the miasma and rendered unsightly, yet Kengo had held her tightly in his arms, unafraid. She can almost hear his vow from then echo in her ears once more—
"You are my bonds. I will bring you all back to Gensokyo, and I will never abandon you."
The heart that had suppressed its feelings for so long was already melted by his warmth, and now she knows beyond doubt that his vow never wavered, his feelings never changed.
Sakuya takes a deep breath, sets her teacup down, and lifts her head.
Her silver eyes shimmer with a rare blend of tenderness and resolve. She gently takes Kengo's hand, speaking in a voice that carries both a shy tremor and firm determination. "Kengo… come to my room… Let's go… to bed…"
Her voice is soft as a mosquito's buzz, but Kengo hears it clearly.
He blinks, then the corners of his mouth lift in a gentle, affectionate smile. He wraps his hand more tightly around hers, his tone warm and loving. "Sakuya, is this your decision?"
She nods, her silver eyes glowing with a brightness never seen before. "…It is. I don't want to run away from my feelings anymore."
Kengo tenderly draws her into his embrace, murmuring softly, "Then I will cherish you… every moment of you."
Moonlight filters through the curtains, bathing Sakuya's room in a gentle silver glow. Standing by the door, her cheeks reddened, her silver hair wafting in the faint night breeze, she gazes at Kengo with eyes filled with both tenderness and anticipation—making her look especially captivating in the dim light.
Kengo stands quietly before her, not hesitating in the slightest. His gaze toward her brims with heartfelt affection.
He pulls her into his arms, his voice low and gentle, carrying unspoken warmth and love. "You are not merely the chief maid of the Scarlet Devil Mansion. You're not anyone's subordinate. You're Sakuya Izayoi… my most precious bond."
Sakuya's body trembles softly at those words, and tears grow in her eyes under his warmth.
She never imagined a day when she would hear a man speak words that truly cherish her, that hold her in such high regard. All her defenses collapse.
"Idiot…" she whispers, resting lightly against his chest, her voice carrying a faint quiver. "You always manage to say things I can't refuse…"
Kengo lets out a low chuckle and leans down to kiss her lips—a kiss filled with tenderness and affection.
His hand glides gently across her back, fingertips brushing against the clasp of her undergarment with delicate, careful motions, as though afraid to disturb this precious treasure before him.
"Sakuya…" He murmured between their joined lips, his voice warm and captivating. "Tonight, I only want you to feel just how important you are to me."
The clasp of her undergarment came undone with a gentle motion, making Sakuya's body tremble ever so slightly.
She looked up at him, her silver eyes filled with shyness and deep attachment. "Kengo… did you know? I've never believed in anyone this much before… You make me feel that even if I'm just an ordinary human, I can still have an eternal happiness."
Kengo did not reply in words, instead answering her with an even gentler kiss. His hand softly caressed her shoulder, slipping off the garment that constrained her.
Under the moonlight, her porcelain skin looked more pure and entrancing than ever. Her timid expression and faintly quivering body made the look in Kengo's eyes grow even more profound.
"Sakuya," Kengo said in a low, tender voice. He cupped her face lightly and gazed into her eyes. "No matter what title you hold, no matter how long your life may be, I'll protect you always. What I want isn't your time, but each and every moment with you."
Sakuya slowly closed her eyes, a single tear tracing its way down her cheek—not sadness, but an indescribable joy. She reached out, wrapping her arms around Kengo's neck, surrendering herself completely to the only man she trusted.
"Kengo… tonight, I'm yours alone."
Sakuya leaned softly against the edge of the bed, her silvery hair slightly disheveled. A faint blush tinted her cheeks, and her silver eyes sparkled with a mixture of shyness and tenderness.
Kengo lowered his head slowly, his gaze focused and gentle.
His hand skimmed across her shoulder, sensing the warmth and softness of her skin. His hand moved downward to her chest, pausing for a moment as he took in that fair, supple warmth. Then, in a low and heartfelt voice, he said, "You're so beautiful… so soft…"
His tone was deep and gentle, a sincere compliment devoid of any frivolity, causing Sakuya's heart to flutter. She bit her lower lip lightly and looked away, her blush spreading. "…Idiot… Don't say it so directly…"
Kengo didn't respond with words. Instead, he bowed his head, softly taking the pink tip of her breast into his mouth.
His tongue traced delicate, tender circles, and his hand gently caressed the other side, as though cherishing a precious treasure—no haste or disrespect.
"Mm…" Sakuya couldn't help letting out a low moan at the precise sensation he evoked. Her body quivered slightly, and her hands unconsciously clutched the bedsheet.
"Kengo… you…" Her voice was hushed, laced with embarrassment and a sweetness she couldn't put into words. She had thought she could face it calmly, but under his gentle onslaught, all reason seemed to crumble.
Raising his head, Kengo looked at her reddened face and gave a warm smile. "Sakuya, you really are beautiful. Did you know that?"
Her eyes went wide for an instant, the simple honesty of his words plucking a chord deep within her. She closed her eyes and murmured, "…Idiot… You say things that make me feel so embarrassed…"
Kengo gave a soft chuckle and pulled her tightly into his arms, his voice low and sincere. "Because it's how I truly feel. Sakuya, you're the most precious person to me, and I want to protect you with everything I have."
Tears glistened at the corners of Sakuya's eyes. She rested her head against his chest, whispering, "…Kengo, I'm so glad I met you…"
Their bond grew stronger, that love no longer merely hidden in their hearts but woven into both their souls and their bodies. In this moment, Sakuya was no longer the chief maid of the Scarlet Devil Mansion; she was a woman, laying her heart bare and offering it to the man before her.
Kengo ran his hand gently along Sakuya's body, moving with utmost care. He pressed soft kisses to her forehead, cheeks, and neck, finally returning to her chest and tenderly taking her sensitive peak into his mouth once more.
"Mm… Kengo… don't…" Sakuya's voice wavered with a hint of resistance, yet it held more tremor and shyness than true objection. Her hands instinctively gripped his shoulders, fingers tensing slightly—but she could not push him away.
Kengo paused, lifting his head to look at her with infinite affection and concern in his eyes. "Sakuya, are you uncomfortable? If it's too much, I can stop."
A blush tinted Sakuya's silver gaze, and she bit her lower lip before shaking her head slightly. In a soft voice, she replied, "…No… I'm just… not used to it yet…"
Kengo's lips curved into a gentle smile, and he stroked her cheek lovingly. "There's no need to force yourself, Sakuya. I'll take it slow. I want you to feel comfortable and at ease. That's what matters most to me."
Seeing his earnest expression, a rush of warmth and gratitude surged through Sakuya's heart. She reached up, lightly touching his cheek, her face flushed as she spoke softly. "Idiot… I've known all along that you'd never hurt me… That's why… I can give myself to you."
Kengo offered no further words, answering her trust and honesty with action. His lips traveled downward, kissing and caressing every inch of her skin with meticulous care that sent waves of tingling pleasure through her.
Sakuya's breathing gradually grew ragged, and she could no longer restrain the small sounds escaping her throat.
"Ah… Kengo…" she breathed, her voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, yet exceptionally distinct in the still night. She trembled and pressed herself closer to him, unable to resist.
Noting her reaction, Kengo's movements became even gentler and more focused. He remained patient, his every touch brimming with deep affection, gradually dissolving all Sakuya's shyness and unease.
"Sakuya…" Kengo murmured her name, his tone filled with warmth and reverence, "You're my everything. I want you to know that no matter what happens, I'll always be by your side."
Sakuya opened her eyes, gazing into his deep, unwavering eyes, and a soft, tender smile formed on her lips. She whispered in response, "Kengo… I trust you… no matter what happens, I will always trust you…"
As the night deepened, their bodies intertwined ever more closely. Sakuya's whispers and breathless moans danced with the night breeze, becoming the most beautiful melody of the evening.
She felt Kengo's warmth, listened to his murmured words—each syllable etched deep into her soul, brimming with unshakable love and devotion.
In the dead of night, the Scarlet Devil Mansion was silent, save for the faint rustle of leaves in the courtyard stirred by the wind.
Hong Meiling tossed and turned in her bed, unable to sleep. She thought back on the day's many duties—it had been a bit hectic—and decided she'd go chat with Sakuya, maybe share a cup of tea to relax.
She tiptoed down the corridor and arrived at Sakuya's door, lifting her hand to knock—
when she suddenly heard… strange sounds coming from inside.
"Pa—pa—"
It sounded like… bodies softly colliding. Then came Sakuya's voice—low, breathless, and tinged with embarrassment.
"Ah… it's so big… I can't… ah… it's touching so deep… mm—ah~ ah…"
Meiling's hand froze in midair, her face flushing red in an instant. She held her breath, stunned. Confusion and embarrassment whirled inside her. She muttered under her breath, "Wh-what… what is going on? What is Sakuya-San doing…?"
Trying to convince herself she'd misheard, she turned to leave—but curiosity got the better of her. Almost involuntarily, she leaned forward and peeked through a small crack in the door.
And in that instant… she froze.
Moonlight streamed through the curtains and illuminated a scene far too vivid—Sakuya was clinging tightly to Kengo, both of them completely naked, their bodies intimately entangled. Sakuya's face was flushed deep red, her silver eyes shimmering with embarrassment and passion.
Her voice spilled out between gasps and moans, soft and fragmented.
Kengo was gently kissing her forehead and cheeks, his every move focused and tender. His hand glided along her waist, his eyes full of affection and indulgence.
"You're beautiful, Sakuya… Every part of you is irresistible," Kengo's voice was low, warm, and brimming with devotion.
Sakuya's body trembled slightly, her hands clutching his shoulders as she gasped softly.
Despite her embarrassment, she still murmured in a barely audible voice, "Idiot… Stop saying things like that… keep going… mm…"
Meiling's face turned crimson, right to the tips of her ears. Her eyes widened, mouth agape, but no sound came out. She stood frozen like a statue.
"Wh-wh-wh-WHAT?! What… what is happening?!"
Her mind exploded into chaos, her heart pounding like a war drum in her chest.
She clapped her hands over her mouth, trying desperately not to make a sound, but inside the room, the soft and heated noises continued, making her cheeks burn even more.
"Wh-what the heck is this?! Sakuya-San and Kengo-San… they're…"
Her thoughts spun wildly, unsure what to do.
Just then—
Her foot accidentally kicked a raised wooden board on the floor, producing a sharp, crisp "creak."
Inside the room, everything stopped. Sakuya's panting ceased abruptly. After a few seconds, she lifted her head slightly, her voice hushed and flustered. "Kengo… I think… I just heard something?"
Kengo's brows furrowed slightly, his gaze shifting toward the door. His voice was low and alert. "It sounded like… someone's outside?"
Sakuya's face turned an even deeper shade of red. She sat up almost immediately, clutching the blanket tightly around herself, her voice panicked. "N-no way?! Why would anyone be…"
Kengo gently took her hand, offering her a reassuring look. He slipped on his clothes and whispered, "Don't worry. I'll check it out."
At that moment, Meiling was already panicking. Her first instinct was to run and hide, but her limbs felt nailed to the floor—frozen in place.
When Kengo gently opened the door, his expression shifted from alert to startled the moment he saw Meiling standing outside. Inside the room,
Sakuya froze completely, the blush on her cheeks nearly reaching her ears.
"Meiling?! You… what are you doing here?!" Sakuya's voice trembled, completely devoid of her usual composure and authority.
Caught red-handed, Meiling flailed her hands awkwardly, speaking in a panicked, jumbled rush, "N-no! It's not what you think! I just couldn't sleep and thought I'd come talk to you over some tea… I-I didn't see anything! Really!"
Sakuya's face flushed even deeper, and she gritted her teeth as she hissed, "You really didn't see anything?!"
"Really, really!" Meiling nodded vigorously, then took a few steps back in a hurry before bolting down the hallway, leaving behind a stammered line: "Th-then I won't bother you! Sakuya-San, Kengo-San, please continue—um, carry on!"
As Meiling's footsteps faded, a heavy silence settled over the room. Finally, Sakuya buried her face into Kengo's chest, her voice filled with shame and helplessness. "Oh no… now Meiling's definitely going to get the wrong idea…"
Kengo chuckled softly, gently patting her back with a spoiled tone. "Don't worry. She might be a little surprised, but you know her—she'd never say a word to anyone."
Sakuya huffed indignantly, lifting her head to glare at him. "This is your fault! If it wasn't for you… I wouldn't have been caught like that!"
Kengo stifled a laugh and leaned in to kiss her lips, his voice gentle and doting. "Alright, alright, I'll take full responsibility. Tonight, I'll pamper you until all your frustration melts away."
That only made Sakuya blush harder, unable to argue. She gave him a light smack and then nestled back into his chest, quietly soaking in the warmth and sweetness that belonged only to the two of them.
Sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting golden rays over the elegant furniture and bringing a soft warmth to the morning at the Scarlet Devil Mansion.
But inside the room, the air still carried the lingering heat and intimacy of the night before.
Sakuya lay half-reclined on the bed, her silvery hair slightly disheveled, and a light sheen of sweat still clinging to her forehead. Her legs were stretched out weakly, unable to close after the night's intense "exercise."
The lingering sensation between her thighs filled her with a hint of shame—Kengo's boundless stamina had left her overflowing, her soul seemingly saturated to the brim. Even someone as composed and dignified as the perfect head maid of the Scarlet Devil Mansion couldn't maintain her usual poise.
"My god… nearly eight hours…" Sakuya murmured with her eyes closed, her breath light and uneven, her voice filled with exhaustion and the traces of pleasure. "I lost count of how many times it happened last night…"
Kengo sat beside her, gently pulling her into his arms and kissing her forehead, his tone filled with affection and apology. "I'm sorry, Sakuya… I think I might've overdone it last night. Are you alright?"
Sakuya opened her slightly tired silver eyes and gave him a soft glare, though her lips couldn't help curling into a faint smile. "Idiot… you're still asking that now? Isn't it obvious?"
She glanced down at her trembling legs and let out a quiet sigh. "Looks like… I really can't get up today…"
Kengo chuckled softly, reaching out to stroke her cheek. His voice was filled with warmth and regret. "Sakuya, I'm really sorry. I lost control a bit last night… You must not be feeling too great right now, huh?"
Face flushed, Sakuya shot him another glare and grumbled under her breath, "You're still asking… with that intensity, no one could handle it…"
Kengo sighed helplessly, then kissed her forehead again and said with gentle resolve, "Alright, then leave today's meals and everything Remilia requested to me. Just rest, you don't need to worry."
Sakuya opened her eyes slightly, her gaze tinged with doubt. "You… you think you can handle it all by yourself? The Mistress and the Little Mistress are really picky with food. And Patchouli's breakfast—she's super strict about ingredients… are you sure you've got this?"
Kengo smiled, his tone light. "Relax. Of course I'm not going solo. I'm calling in Kyouya and Tamami to help. Kyouya knows Remilia's tastes best, and Tamami's well-versed in what Patchouli and Flandre like. With them, I've got this covered."
Hearing that, Sakuya couldn't help but let out a soft laugh. "You really are good at roping others in, huh… dragging both of them into this."
Kengo wrapped his arm around her shoulders, a teasing tone in his voice. "What else could I do? You're the soul of the Scarlet Devil Mansion.
Everyone relies on you. I'm just the occasional helper—of course I need backup if I want to meet Remilia's standards."
Sakuya rolled her eyes but then let a gentle smile slip onto her lips, her voice now filled with affection. "Fine… I'll leave it to you all. But don't mess it up. If you do, the Mistress won't let you off easy."
Kengo gently patted her shoulder and whispered, "Don't worry. I'll make sure they're satisfied—and even more importantly, I'll make you feel that choosing me was the best decision you ever made."
Listening to his tender promise, Sakuya felt a warm wave rise in her heart. She nodded softly and leaned her head on his shoulder, whispering, "Kengo… thank you, for showing me that I too… can be this happy."
Not long after, in the Scarlet Devil Mansion's kitchen, Kyouya and Tamami had arrived.
The three worked in perfect coordination—Kyouya preparing Remilia's favorite dishes and wine, Tamami focusing on Patchouli's healthy breakfast and Flandre's sweets, while Kengo managed the entire flow, making sure Meiling and Koakuma's needs were also met.
As Kyouya worked, he couldn't help but joke, "So, Kengo, how'd you convince us to come help? Don't tell me… you wore poor Sakuya out so much she still can't get up?"
Tamami kept his head down as he sliced fruit, but a faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "Seems like Sakuya-San really trusts you. Entrusting the whole Scarlet Devil Mansion's morning to you… that says a lot."
Kengo gave a helpless smile, his voice carrying a soft sincerity. "They're my bonds. If Sakuya believes in me, then I'll make sure she has nothing to worry about."
Back in the soft bed, Sakuya listened to the distant sounds from the kitchen drifting through the window. A small, satisfied smile curled on her lips. The exhaustion of the night before was gently swept away by a sense of happiness. She slowly closed her eyes, filled with quiet trust and dependence on this bond.
"Kengo… you idiot." She whispered to herself, a glimmer of tenderness shining in her silver eyes.
A few days later... Deep into the night at Night Sparrow Restaurant
The lights in the Night Sparrow Restaurant were dim and warm, a few paper lanterns swaying gently in the wind, casting a soft glow over the cozy little establishment. At this late hour, the diner was nearly empty.
Komachi sat alone at the counter, nursing a glass of sake, her face clouded with fatigue.
"Ahhh…" she took a long sip and let out a heavy sigh, her voice thick with exhaustion and frustration. "Running around all day, ferrying souls back and forth, only to be called slow and lectured by Eiki-Sama… I'm seriously worn out…"
Her gaze was a little glazed—alcohol had clearly begun to work its magic—and the complaints poured out of her like a dam broken.
"Mystia, another one!" Komachi waved her hand, her tone tinged with a drunken slur.
Mystia peeked out from behind the counter with a professional smile. "Komachi-San, that's already your… tenth cup. Are you sure you still want more?"
"Of course! Alcohol's the only comfort I have left…" Komachi patted her pocket—then froze. She started fumbling through it, and her expression turned awkward. "Wait… where's my wallet…? Oh no. I… I forgot it!"
Mystia looked troubled as she spoke carefully. "I'm afraid I can't put it on your tab this time… You haven't paid off your last tab either, Komachi-San."
Komachi froze, scratching her head with a bright red face. "This time really wasn't on purpose! I'll pay next time for sure. Can't you… make an exception just this once?"
Mystia sighed and opened her hands helplessly. "But… running a small shop like this isn't easy, you know…"
Just as the situation grew awkward, a deep and gentle voice spoke from the doorway.
"Mystia, put it on my tab."
Both Komachi and Mystia looked up to see Kengo standing there, his tall frame bathed in moonlight.
He stepped inside with a faint smile and placed some coins and bills on the counter. "This covers her drinks—and the previous tab, too."
Mystia blinked in surprise, then smiled gratefully. "Thank you so much, Kengo-San. You're always so dependable." She took the money and quickly retreated into the kitchen.
Komachi remained slumped at the counter, clearly drunk out of her mind. She held her cup loosely, eyes hazy, and began muttering nonsense.
"Heeey… Kengo, why're you so stupid, huh?" she poked his chest with her finger, mumbling, "You look good, you've got a nice body… but your emotional intelligence is awful… it's enough to drive someone crazy… and yet… I still… like you…"
Kengo gave a strained smile and gently caught her wobbling hand. "Komachi, you've had enough. Maybe you should stop drinking for now."
"Had enough? No way!" Komachi let out a loud hiccup and slumped further onto the counter. "Let me tell you something… working the Sanzu River? It's exhausting! Those souls… hic… they're always complaining I'm too slow! No appreciation at all…"
Kengo sighed and turned to Mystia. "How much did she drink?"
Mystia offered an apologetic smile. "Nine or ten cups, maybe… Komachi's got a strong tolerance, but she drank a little too quickly tonight…"
Kengo nodded, then glanced at Komachi, who was now completely slumped against the counter. He sighed again. "Looks like she's not going to be able to walk. I'll take her home."
He stood up, bent down, and carefully lifted Komachi onto his back. She melted against him, arms instinctively wrapping around his neck, her cheek pressed to his shoulder, still mumbling softly.
"Kengo… you really are a good guy… hic… but good guys don't always get rewarded…" she murmured, voice tinged with drunken innocence and vulnerability. "Still… if I've got you with me… hic… I guess that's not too bad…"
Kengo smiled faintly and gently patted her arm. "Hold still, okay? Or I'll lose my balance."
Komachi giggled groggily, still hugging his shoulders. "Heh heh… solid shoulders… Having you as my partner… hic… might not be so bad…"
As they walked the road back to the Sanzu River, the night breeze whispered around them. Komachi's voice grew softer, as though she were drifting between wakefulness and sleep.
But even then, she continued to murmur, her tone betraying feelings long held inside.
"Kengo… you really are so dumb… hic… we've already shared a bed, and you still… still talk about 'bonds'…" Her voice was laced with a mix of affection and mock annoyance as she nuzzled his shoulder. "You big idiot… I'm not letting you get away…"
Kengo listened to her drunken murmurs, and the corners of his lips lifted into a gentle smile. He said nothing, only continued walking silently, carrying her on his back toward the riverbank beneath the moonlight.
Moonlight bathed the spider lily fields along the banks of the Sanzu River, casting a silvery glow upon the petals. Inside Komachi's dimly lit home, Kengo gently laid the drunken girl onto the tatami, covering her with a blanket and making sure she was comfortably settled.
Just as he was about to turn to leave, he paused and looked back at Komachi's face. With a soft sigh, his voice carried a mix of teasing and reproach:
"Good thing it was me who found you tonight. If it had been some guy from the Human Village… seeing you this drunk, who knows what they might've done."
Komachi blinked open her eyes, still glazed with intoxication, but sparkling with a clarity that couldn't be ignored. She reached out, grabbing the hem of Kengo's sleeve. Her voice was faint but firm.
"So what? I'm not afraid…"
Kengo furrowed his brows and gently pushed her hand away, his voice still tender.
"Don't say things like that. I'd never let something like that happen. You're one of the most important people in my life—I wouldn't let scumbags lay a hand on you."
Komachi stared at his foolish but gentle expression, her heart a mess of sourness and sweetness.
Idiot… It's you I want to do those things to me. Last time, the five of us shared you… This time, it's just me. How could I not want more?
Lowering her head, her cheeks flushed red, she spoke with a mix of stubbornness and coquettishness:
"Kengo… if it had been anyone else, I'd have sent him straight across the river by now. But you're different… You're calm, kind… and stupid…"
Kengo sat beside her, gently brushing her tousled hair. His voice held concern:
"Komachi, you're pretty drunk. Just rest for now—don't let your mind wander."
Looking at his composed expression, Komachi suddenly gathered her courage. She grabbed his collar and pulled him closer. Her eyes were hazy, but her tone was rare in its seriousness.
"Kengo, are you really this dense? I've already decided—I want to spend the rest of my life with you."
Kengo froze. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. His hands stiffened slightly as he looked at her with a complicated gaze.
"Komachi… you're drunk. Don't say this now. Wait until you're sober and—"
But Komachi cut him off, her tone more defiant.
"So what if I'm drunk? Do you think I'm not serious? If I were drunk out of my mind, would I still remember last time…? Would I still remember how badly I wished you belonged only to me?"
Kengo was left speechless, her words hitting harder than expected. Looking at this carefree, playful woman, he suddenly realized there was far more to her feelings than he'd ever imagined.
"Komachi, you're drunk, and I…"
Before he could finish, he felt her hands on his head—pressing it down.
Seizing the moment, Komachi launched her "finishing move"—grabbing Kengo's head and burying his face firmly in her chest.
"Stop playing dumb already, Kengo!" she mumbled, her cheeks burning, her voice thick with drunkenness and affection. "Why are you still acting like some uptight gentleman?"
Kengo stiffened, his face engulfed in warmth, the scent of alcohol and her soft fragrance clouding his mind. He panicked.
"K-Komachi! Y-you need to calm down! This isn't… proper!"
"Not proper?" she scoffed, still holding his head. "You didn't say that back when we were under the aphrodisiac, did you? Back when the five of us—hic—were all over you. And now it's just me, and you're backing off?"
Kengo flushed red, trying to maintain composure.
"Th-that time was…! You can't compare it to now…"
But Komachi interrupted again, a playful challenge in her voice.
"Why not? I've made up my mind, you big dummy. I want you. Happy now?"
Kengo finally pulled free from her grip, lifting his head with a helpless, flustered expression—but his eyes betrayed a touch of tenderness.
"Komachi… you're making it really hard for me…"
Seeing his panicked look, Komachi couldn't help but feel amused and touched. She leaned in, poking his chest with a teasing smirk.
"What's wrong? Aren't you usually Mr. Reliable? Don't tell me you're chickening out now?"
Kengo let out a wry chuckle and sighed.
"Sure, I'm reliable… but you're drunk out of your mind. What do you expect me to do?"
Her blush deepened, but her gaze turned serious. She raised her head to meet his eyes.
"I know exactly how I feel. Kengo, I really like you… So stop pushing me away, okay?"
Her words struck him speechless. He looked into her eyes—no teasing, no games, just earnest, overwhelming emotion.
Finally, he sighed softly, brushing her hair gently with one hand. His voice was torn but full of care.
"Komachi… you're one of the most important bonds I have. I just don't want you to ever feel like I took advantage of you when you were drunk…"
He paused, gaze lowering slightly, lost in memory.
"The aphrodisiac incident… your confession… I'm grateful, and I treasure it, I do… but—"
But before he could finish, a warm, sweet-scented kiss silenced him.
Komachi's lips carried a faint trace of sake but overflowed with pure emotion. She clung to him tightly, cutting his thoughts off entirely. When she finally pulled away, her face was beet red, eyes shining with determination, her voice fierce and filled with love:
"Kengo, you big idiot! I, Komachi Onozuka, am telling you—I'm a shinigami, and the only person I'll ever love in this lifetime is you! Got it?!"
Her voice wasn't loud, but every word struck Kengo like thunder in his heart.
He froze, hands falling to his sides, staring at her flushed face. A wave of emotion surged within him—something too intense to ignore. He opened his mouth to speak—but once again, she beat him to it.
Komachi stood up, slightly clumsy in her movements, and began to loosen her kimono. The garment slid from her shoulders, revealing her pale skin. Her eyes met his directly, a blend of stubbornness and vulnerability in her gaze.
"I'm not doing this because I'm drunk… I made this choice a long time ago. You said I'm one of your most important bonds, right? Then why… why can't you belong to me alone?"
Kengo finally snapped back to reality. He reached out, placing his hands gently on her shoulders, his eyes full of tenderness and sincerity.
"Komachi… I'm not running away, I promise. I'm just afraid you'll regret this later."
She gripped his hands, her voice trembling but resolute.
"Idiot… I've never regretted anything in my life. But if I let you go, I know I'll regret it forever."
Seeing the conviction in her eyes, Kengo whispered,
"Alright, Komachi… If you're really this serious… then I'll never leave you."
A brilliant smile bloomed across Komachi's face—more radiant than ever before. She wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered,
"You said it… This time, you're not allowed to run away."
Candlelight flickered in the room, casting soft shadows. Komachi nestled into Kengo's arms, her cheeks still flushed from the alcohol, but her eyes now full of peace and trust.
"Kengo…" she murmured lazily, her voice a mix of drowsiness and affection, "You promised to slack off with me for the rest of our lives… you haven't forgotten, have you?"
Kengo gave a faint smile, reaching out to gently stroke her hair. His tone was soft, with a hint of teasing:
"Of course I haven't forgotten. I've always kept that promise in mind, and besides…" He lowered his head, gazing into her eyes, the corner of his lips curving into a doting smile. "I've been thinking about giving you something that will make your work even easier."
Komachi paused, then couldn't help but burst into laughter. She reached out and poked him lightly in the chest.
"You're really putting in the effort, huh? You'd better be careful—I might never let you go."
Kengo didn't reply. Instead, he lowered his head and kissed her. It was a gentle, deeply affectionate kiss that melted all the tension from Komachi.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, responding to his embrace. The mood between them became increasingly heated and intimate.
As the two lost themselves in that kiss, Komachi's hand unconsciously slid down toward Kengo's lower body.
When her fingertips made contact with that extraordinary size, her face turned as red as an apple, and her voice trembled with both shyness and teasing boldness:
"Your 'Kusanagi Sword'… why is it so big now~?"
Kengo found himself momentarily speechless. A rare blush crept across his face, and he cleared his throat softly, clearly awkward.
"Komachi… saying things like that is just…"
Komachi only laughed harder, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"What's the matter? Are you embarrassed? Aren't you a Toushin? And yet you're getting all flustered by a lowly shinigami like me?"
Kengo took a deep breath, regaining some of his usual composure and warmth. He lowered his head to look at her, speaking quietly,
"Komachi, it doesn't matter whether I'm a Toushin or whatever else. You'll always be one of the most important people to me… I remember every single word you say."
That statement left Komachi momentarily speechless. She stared blankly at Kengo, her playful grin softening to something more tender, and a comforting warmth welled up in her heart.
"You idiot…" she murmured, her eyes glistening faintly with tears. She leaned in and kissed Kengo again, her voice laden with emotion.
"Then don't you ever forget—this lifetime, I'm only lazing around for you…"
Komachi was already completely caught up in Kengo's gentleness and patience. Her soft pants and moans echoed intermittently through the room, each one filled with unconcealed pleasure and contentment.
For a full seven hours, Komachi felt as though Kengo had taken over her entire world, long since losing count of how many times she reached her peak.
In every moment of intimacy, Kengo displayed a near-perfect tenderness and patience. His palms glided softly over her skin as though handling a priceless work of art, and every movement struck directly at her most sensitive spots, sending waves of overwhelming sensation through her body.
From the initial, shy embraces, they gradually explored various positions. When she straddled him, blushing as she moved her hips on her own, she felt the happiness of pleasing him through her initiative.
When he wrapped his arms around her from behind, skin against skin, she trembled with every thrust, completely lost to the sensation. And in their more intimate 69, despite her flushed face, she couldn't stop the moans spilling from her lips.
"Kengo… ah… ah… it's… it's so deep…" Komachi's voice quivered in ragged gasps, tears welling in the corners of her eyes—a genuine response to the overwhelming pleasure.
She felt every one of Kengo's thrusts reaching deep into her soul, an experience beyond anything she had imagined.
Kengo kept his gaze on her, gentle and devoted. He leaned in to whisper in her ear,
"Komachi, are you alright? If anything hurts, you have to tell me."
His tone brimmed with concern, as though even the slightest discomfort on her part would break his heart.
Komachi, breathing heavily, shook her head. Her face was a bright red mixture of shyness and longing.
"Kengo… don't stop… I… I still want more…"
Her voice carried a playful whine and desire. The blend of love and need in her words made them both sweet and irresistible.
Kengo pressed a light kiss to her forehead, replying softly,
"Alright. But if you get tired, just say so. I don't want you to overdo it."
With that, he started moving again, each motion radiating profound love. The perfect harmony of his strength and pace nearly overwhelmed Komachi.
Her hands gripped his shoulders, nails lightly grazing his firm muscles, and her breathless cries and moans—tinged with embarrassment—echoed like a beautiful ballad in the private world only they inhabited.
Whenever Komachi reached a new peak, Kengo would pause to quietly soothe her, helping ease the trembling that followed each burst of pleasure, allowing her time to recover.
His patient gentleness gave Komachi an unprecedented sense of security. Then, once she'd had a brief rest, he would gently draw her into yet another whirlpool of affection.
By the end, Komachi lay limp in his arms, barely able to form complete sentences—only soft pants and slight tremors remained. Kengo held her tightly against him, pressing warm kisses to her forehead and cheeks. His voice was tender as he whispered, "You're so beautiful, Komachi…"
Komachi forced her drowsy eyes half open, managing a weak yet blissful smile. "Kengo… you… you're really too much… but… I love it…" With that, she closed her eyes and relaxed entirely into his embrace, a deep sense of being loved filling her heart.
After seven hours, Komachi lay sprawled on the tatami, completely spent. She could barely move, and her legs trembled slightly from the extended intensity, long since unable to come together. Between her thighs seeped that overflow of Kengo's extraordinary vitality, a trace of its warmth still lingering within her.
Komachi lay weakly in Kengo's arms, her cheeks a bright crimson and her gaze hazy, speaking in a languid tone laced with satisfaction. "Kengo… you're… definitely not human… s-seven hours…"
Kengo gently stroked her hair, his voice apologetic yet gentle. "I'm sorry, Komachi… Are you too tired?"
Komachi managed to lift her head, giving his chest a light tap. Her tone mingled with a coquettish complaint. "Tired, yeah, but… but it was totally worth it… Ugh, I think you've completely conquered me, you idiot…"
Kengo leaned down and tenderly kissed her forehead, his voice soft yet unwavering. "Komachi, you're one of my most important bonds. I promised I'd spend my life slacking off by your side, and I'll always be here—whether it's work or everyday life."
Listening to him, Komachi couldn't stop a happy smile from spreading across her face, her eyes glistening. She murmured, "Kengo… this time, I'm not letting you get away…"
Kengo chuckled, hugging her snugly. "Komachi… just get some rest."
The candlelight flickered out in the pre-dawn hours, leaving only the faint glow of moonlight from beyond the Sanzu River to illuminate the room.
Komachi nestled into Kengo's arms with a satisfied smile curving her lips, slowly closing her eyes.
Sunlight by the Sanzu River pierced through the bamboo grove and warmed Komachi's face. She awoke groggily, rubbing her eyes as she realized her body felt as if it had been taken apart and put back together again—especially her legs, which still felt weak.
Turning her head toward the small table, she noticed Kengo was no longer in the room. But on the table sat a generous, beautifully arranged lunch, accompanied by a pot of steaming hangover tea, clearly prepared for her beforehand.
Next to the lunch, a note in strong, simple handwriting read:
"Komachi, make sure you eat your lunch! I'm not helping you skip work today, so don't forget to finish the tea and take care of yourself."
At these words, Komachi couldn't help smiling, a blend of sweetness and exasperation filling her heart. "That idiot… he tries to sound strict, but he's always so gentle…"
She picked up the hangover tea for a sip, then ravenously began devouring the lunch while muttering to herself, "Seriously… it's this delicious—how could I not recover my strength…?"
Though her body still felt sore, she felt a surge of energy after finishing the meal Kengo had prepared with such care.
When she reached the Sanzu River to begin ferrying souls as usual, she walked a bit awkwardly. Some of the spirits around her couldn't help but glance her way in curiosity and puzzlement.
It was then that Eiki, noticing her unusual demeanor, frowned and approached. Her voice held a hint of concern. "Komachi, what's going on with you today? You're walking funny. Did something happen?"
Komachi froze, her face going stiff for an instant before she forced herself to appear casual. She put on her usual carefree expression and answered without missing a beat, "Ah, probably just… a sports injury! Hahaha, it's no big deal!"
Eiki's frown deepened, her tone skeptical. "A sports injury? You're always so lazy—what sort of exercise routine would give you an injury…? Don't tell me you tripped while you were lazing around again?"
"As if, Eiki-Sama!" Komachi waved dismissively, trying her best to hide her embarrassment. "I'm a hardworking shinigami, you know! I don't slack off at all! It's just a small thing, really—it won't affect my job!"
Though she looked calm on the outside, her mind was racing. Oh god, if I actually confessed to Eiki-Sama that Kengo and I were in bed for seven straight hours last night, trying all those positions, she'd lecture me for an entire day for being such a pervert!
No way—that's too scary! I can't say anything! Definitely not!
Shuddering at the thought, Komachi forced an innocent smile and quickly changed the subject. "Anyway, Eiki-Sama, I'm off to ferry some souls now! Got loads to do today!"
With that, she pushed through the lingering soreness in her legs, beating a hasty retreat from Eiki's line of sight. Inwardly, she lamented, Just what kind of superhuman stamina does Kengo have?! Last night was… Aaaah, no, I can't think about it. I'll die of embarrassment!
After finishing her duties, Komachi sat on a stone bench in the resting area Kengo had prepared for her near the Sanzu River. Gazing at the gently flowing water, she couldn't help the sweet smile that curved her lips. Even though the "exercise" from the night before left her entire body aching, she felt a deeper sense of fulfillment and happiness than ever before.
Quietly, she murmured, "Kengo… this time, you're not getting away."
Late at night in the Forest of Magic, the warm yellow glow of lantern light illuminated Marisa's small cottage.
Outside the window, wisps of fog drifted quietly, giving the surroundings a tranquil, mysterious air. Inside, the cauldron bubbled away.
Marisa was intently mixing a vial of magical potion, while Kengo stood quietly by, watching her busy figure.
"Kengo, I'm definitely going to succeed with this experiment!" Marisa boasted confidently as she stirred the test tube. Kengo chuckled softly, folding his arms. "Yeah, yeah. I trust you won't blow up the cottage, right?"
Just then, Marisa grabbed a packet of black powder from the table and tipped it into the test tube without hesitation.
Kengo's nose twitched, and his expression changed abruptly. His voice was urgent:
"Marisa! Wait—that's gunpowder, isn't it?!"
Marisa froze in mid-motion, eyes widening as she stared at the test tube. Her face went pale in an instant. "Uh oh?! Seriously?!"
Before the words had fully left her mouth, thick smoke started pouring from the test tube.
Boom!
Kengo reacted almost instantly. He lunged toward Marisa, tackling her to the ground and covering her with his body.
The explosive shockwave rattled the entire cottage. Shards of glass and sparks flew in all directions, but Kengo shielded Marisa, keeping her safe from harm.
When the smoke finally began to clear, Marisa came to her senses. She realized she was pinned beneath Kengo, and his hand… was inadvertently pressed against her chest.
Even though, thanks to the aphrodisiac incident before, they'd long since crossed the boundary of mere physical contact, this situation still made Marisa's face flush bright red.
Kengo immediately realized his hand was in the wrong place. Hastily, he pulled it back, and an unusual tinge of embarrassment colored his face. "S-sorry, Marisa. I didn't mean to! It was an emergency, I—"
Before he could finish, Marisa abruptly lifted her head. A sheepish smile touched her lips, and a hint of mischief sparkled in her eyes. "Kengo, why're you so worked up? It's not our first time touching. Don't act so innocent."
Kengo blinked, not expecting her to say something so forthright. His gaze flickered slightly, and he spoke in a low voice, "That last time was… well, anyway, this time was an accident—"
Marisa cut him off. A playful smile curved her lips as she leaned in toward his ear, speaking softly in a rare, gentle tone: "Kengo, you don't have to keep apologizing…" Her voice was laced with delicate sweetness. "Because my heart has belonged to you for a while now. If it's you touching me, why would I mind?"
Kengo was absolutely stunned, eyes wide as he stared at Marisa, disbelief flickering in the usually resolute depths of his gaze.
Seeing his reaction, Marisa couldn't help but laugh. She grabbed hold of his collar, pulling his face closer, a mixture of pride and shyness lighting up her features. "Idiot, you're mine—got it?"
Kengo finally snapped out of it, a gentle smile spreading across his face. He reached out and softly stroked her hair.
His voice was quiet, yet filled with emotion: "I get it, Marisa. No matter what happens, I'll protect you. You're the most important person to me." His tone was steady and sincere, and Marisa felt her heart skip a beat.
For a few seconds, they simply looked into each other's eyes, and the atmosphere grew increasingly charged.
Then Marisa abruptly spoke, her voice dropping low: "But next time you're gonna touch me, you'd better do it openly—otherwise, I won't let you off so easy!" Her teasing made Kengo burst into laughter. He reached out and gave her hat a gentle tweak. "Alright, I'll remember. Next time, I'll do what you say."
Marisa's cheeks grew even redder. She turned her head to the side and muttered under her breath, "Geez… Kengo, you idiot!" But inside, her heart overflowed with happiness.
In the next instant, however, Marisa noticed a significant bulge in Kengo's pants. Her face immediately flushed a deeper red, her gaze locking onto that spot.
Yet her tone remained as confidently teasing as ever: "So this is… an 'incident,' huh…" She was breathing a little more heavily, and despite the self-assured tone, her blush betrayed her embarrassment.
Kengo glanced down. When he saw how obvious his "condition" was, his expression didn't show shock exactly, but there was a faint redness creeping up his ears. Lifting his head, he spoke in a calm yet slightly urgent tone. "Marisa, just… calm down. It's not what you think—"
Marisa raised an eyebrow, folding her arms across her chest. A provocative grin curved her lips. "Not what I think? Then why don't you explain it to me? Or would you rather admit this 'incident' is all yours to bear?"
Kengo couldn't help but heave a small sigh. Though his manner stayed gentle, there was a frankness in his voice. "It's not an incident, Marisa… It's because of… because of you."
He paused for a moment, gazing straight into Marisa's eyes. "This reaction doesn't happen around every woman. It's only you—and Sakuya, Youmu, Komachi, Suika—you five, who are most important to me. You're the only ones who—"
Kengo hadn't finished speaking when Marisa's face flared a bright red up to her ears. She stared at him and mumbled softly, "So… it's because of me?"
At that moment, something seemed to click in Marisa's mind. Her eyes lit up. "Right. Reimu told me before that Kyouya had one of these 'incidents' as well, and she gave him a proper 'extermination' for it!"
Kengo froze for a beat, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly, as though trying to lighten the mood. "Kyouya, huh… He actually got 'exterminated' by Reimu? Sounds rough…"
Marisa flashed a roguish grin, her tone downright challenging. "Hmph, don't think that only the Hakurei Shrine Maiden can exterminate incidents! This time, I, Marisa Kirisame, will handle it!"
Before Kengo could react, Marisa took a firm step forward. She grabbed him by the collar, pulling him close until their faces nearly touched.
The golden hue of her eyes glowed with both embarrassment and determination. "Kengo, I like it rough—don't even think about running away!"
"W-wait!" Kengo tried to remain calm, raising a hand to signal her to stop, his voice filled with attempts at explanation. "Marisa, just listen. This isn't what you think—I… I'm just reacting this way because—"
He wanted to explain that this reaction was rooted in his feelings for Marisa—the strength of their bond—and not some shallow, purely physical response. But before he could finish, Marisa cut him off.
"Shut up!" she snapped—then kissed him, clean and direct.
It was an urgent kiss, bold and laced with a challenge, embodying Marisa's proactive spirit and sense of adventure.
Though her movements were a bit inexperienced, the honesty and intense emotion behind it left Kengo momentarily stunned. His eyes widened slightly, but he soon steadied himself, lifting a hand to gently caress Marisa's back, silently returning her feelings.
When the kiss ended, Marisa lifted her head, breathless, a triumphant yet shy smile on her face. "So, Kengo? I said I'd do it, didn't I? Is this 'incident' solved now?"
Kengo looked down at her, a gentle smile surfacing on his lips. His voice was low, but filled with warmth. "Marisa, it was never really an incident… but the way you handled it… is impossible to refuse."
Marisa blushed even harder, letting out a small huff as she shrugged off her outer coat. Her motions trembled slightly, but her resolve didn't waver in the least. "If Kyouya got 'exterminated' by Reimu, I'm not about to fall behind. This time, I'm giving it my all!"
Kengo paused for a moment, then couldn't help but let out a soft laugh. "Marisa, you really are stubborn… but I have to say, it moves me when you're like this."
Still blushing crimson, Marisa continued undoing her buttons. "Shut up! I've made up my mind, and I won't let you look down on me!"
Kengo gazed at her intently before finally letting out a sigh. He drew her gently into his arms, his voice low and filled with warmth. "Marisa, I've never looked down on you. You're one of the most important people in my life. I like everything about you—your stubbornness, your spirit of adventure."
Marisa froze for a second, then broke into a smile. She leaned lightly against his chest, her tone taking on a hint of playfulness. "That's more like it, you idiot Kengo…"
Although her face was as red as a ripe apple, Marisa refused to avert her eyes from him. She unfastened her undergarment and skirt without hesitation, tossing them aside until she was completely bare.
Looking up at Kengo, she wore a proud yet shy smile. "Kengo, don't even think of running this time—I'm taking the lead."
Kengo faltered, his gaze involuntarily traveling across her slender but well-toned body before he forced himself to look away.
A flicker of unease crossed his normally composed face, and he said in a low voice, "Marisa… You don't really have to do this…"
But Marisa gave him no chance to finish. She took a step forward and swiftly loosened the ties of his clothes. The moment his hakama slipped down, that sizable presence sprang free, instantly drawing her attention.
Her eyes went round, and her cheeks flushed even deeper. In a mumble, she said, "It… looks even bigger than last time…"
Kengo's own cheeks reddened. Still trying to remain composed, he raised a hand to cover himself. "D-don't stare like that, Marisa! It's too—" His voice wavered between nervousness and embarrassment, struggling to maintain some semblance of calm.
But before Kengo could figure out how to react, Marisa suddenly dropped to her knees. He stared at her in shock, unable to speak, when he felt those soft lips envelop that imposing shape.
"Marisa…!" Kengo gasped on reflex, astonishment and helplessness mixing in his voice. He had never expected Marisa to be so bold, and she was clearly pushing her limits—her mouth could only manage to take in about a third, and a light sheen of sweat dotted her forehead.
Marisa coughed once, pulling back slightly, looking rather dissatisfied with herself. Under her breath she grumbled, "How on earth does Sakuya manage it…? Seems I'll need more lessons from her…"
That made Kengo freeze like stone. His expression went blank for a moment, as though doubting his own ears. In a faint echo, he repeated her words in utter disbelief: "You mean… you asked Sakuya about this?"
Marisa lifted her head, meeting his gaze without a trace of shame, speaking with perfect matter-of-factness. "Of course! I go to the Scarlet Devil Mansion to, well, 'borrow' stuff, and I get along fine with her. Is there anything we can't talk about? Sakuya said she's got her own techniques, and I was thinking of asking for a few pointers someday!"
Kengo's expression shifted from embarrassment to utter shock. He couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry, so he could only sigh under his breath. "What… what on earth do you guys talk about…?"
His voice was thick with exasperation, but beneath that, he simply found her impossible to resist.
Though Marisa's face was aflame with color, she stubbornly refused to admit defeat. "Don't get so uptight, Kengo! It's my first time, isn't it? I gotta learn properly if I want you, you idiot, to be satisfied!"
Kengo took a deep breath and lowered his gaze to Marisa kneeling before him, his feelings in disarray. Embarrassment and resignation mixed in with the deep affection and acceptance he felt for her.
He reached out and gently stroked Marisa's golden hair, his voice tender and earnest. "Marisa, you don't have to force yourself. I promise I'll cherish your first time… your feelings. You don't need to do anything special just for me. All I want is for you to be happy, to be yourself."
Marisa paused, looking up at him. Her eyes revealed a flicker of hesitation, but soon she pressed her lips together stubbornly. In a tone that came off as a bit of a playful whine, she said, "You idiot Kengo, quit saying such touching stuff out of the blue… You say you want me to be myself, but right now, this is exactly what I want to do."
Though her words were teasing, her gaze was utterly sincere. Kengo looked down at her, a faint smile of both helplessness and affection curving his lips.
In a soft voice, he said, "Alright, you win, Marisa… Just don't push yourself too hard. There's nothing you need to prove, because you've always been the most important person to me."
Marisa's face turned an even deeper shade of red upon hearing those words, but she couldn't stop a faint, blissful smile from curving her lips. "That's more like it, you idiot… I guess this 'extermination' wasn't too awful after all, huh?"
Soft light poured over the two of them, now stripped bare. They clung tightly to each other, lips meeting in a deep kiss. Marisa's movements were somewhat clumsy, but her emotion was so genuine. Tentatively, she stuck out her tongue, awkwardly brushing Kengo's tongue, and soon the two were entwined in a heated kiss that grew more and more intense.
She shoved Kengo onto the couch, his back pressing into the plush cushions. He opened his eyes slightly to see Marisa before him. Her face was flushed, a slight sheen of sweat on her forehead, but her golden eyes shone with an unprecedented resolve and tenderness.
Marisa broke off the kiss, panting, and pulled back just a bit. Though her hands trembled, she grasped Kengo's hand, placing it gently over her chest. The motion was clumsy, her cheeks crimson to the point of dripping blood, but her voice carried a rare stubbornness and seriousness.
"Listen up, you idiot!" Marisa's voice quivered, every word laden with deep feeling. "I'm only ever doing this sort of thing with you! And this time… this time it's not because of that stupid potion! This is my decision!"
Kengo froze for a moment, his hand pinned to her chest, aware of the softness beneath his palm and the quickening beat of her heart. His throat bobbed once as he took a long breath, then reached out with his other hand to gently stroke Marisa's cheek.
His voice was low, tender, tinged with both heartache and gratitude. "Marisa… do you know how much you mean to me? I'll remember every word you say, and never forget."
Hearing that, Marisa's face grew even redder, but there was a confident, teasing smile at the corner of her lips. "Hmph, that's more like it, you idiot… If you really care about me, then don't ever make me uneasy again!"
With that, she lowered her head to kiss Kengo once more, this time with greater warmth and intensity. Her hands slid down his chest, trying to handle their closeness with more assurance. Her movements were still a bit unpolished, but the effort behind them filled Kengo's heart with a fond warmth.
Kengo pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against Marisa's, his voice hushed. "Marisa, you don't have to push yourself like this… I've said it before. I care about who you are, not anything you think you have to do for my sake."
Marisa bit her lip and looked up at him, the determination in her eyes warring with her embarrassment. "I know… but I want you to understand that I really do like you… It's not because of that potion, or any other reason… It's just because you're Kengo."
Her words struck Kengo's heart like a bolt of lightning. He looked at this stubborn, straightforward girl and felt the sincerity of her emotions radiate through him. In the end, he gave a small smile, drawing her closer. "Alright, Marisa. I understand… You're my Marisa, now and always."
Marisa let out a soft snort, though tears glistened faintly at the corners of her eyes. She bowed her head to kiss his neck, trying to hide her shyness through action, and the atmosphere between them grew all the more intimate.