Chapter 29
"Yukari-Sama!"
With Ran's urgent call, a crack suddenly opened at the edge of the gap, and moments later, Ran and Chen rushed inside.
"Which youkai dares to break into the gap and attack Yukari-Sama right under our noses?!" Ran's expression was grim, her voice tense with worry. Even Chen's ears perked up as she scanned the surroundings warily.
They had rushed over upon hearing faint sounds—what seemed like Yukari's soft moans and rapid breathing. Ran frowned, picking up her pace as her tone grew more anxious. "Yukari-Sama! Are you alright?!"
As they got closer, the sounds became clearer. And when they finally arrived in Yukari's dimensional space, the scene that greeted them made Ran freeze in her tracks, while Chen's eyes widened in shock.
Yukari and Kyouya were completely naked, entwined together, lost in each other's embrace and intimacy.
Kyouya held Yukari tenderly, while Yukari wore an expression far removed from her usual mystique—blushing and vulnerable, gasping between soft murmurs:"You idiot… where are you touching… ah… so deep… you're already… all the way inside… keep going… don't stop..."
Chen blinked, her ears and tail standing straight up as her wide brown eyes sparkled with innocent curiosity. "Huh? Why are Yukari-Sama and Kyouya-San not wearing any clothes?"
Ran reacted very differently. Her face flushed red, ears and tail drooping down as she froze on the spot, her breathing turning erratic.
She panicked, quickly reaching out to cover Chen's eyes with both hands, her voice flustered and urgent: "Chen, you can't look!"
Chen squirmed, trying to pry Ran's hands away, her tone full of confusion. "Why not? What are Yukari-Sama and Kyouya -San doing? Why are all their clothes gone?"
Ran grit her teeth, the blush deepening on her face as she struggled to sound calm. "Chen, this is something only adults do. Children shouldn't ask so many questions!"
Chen tilted her head, clearly puzzled. "But… Yukari-Sama looks really happy. And Kyouya -San too. Are they playing some kind of fun game?"
In the center of the gap, Yukari slowly opened her violet eyes, slowly returning from her passionate daze as she noticed Ran and Chen standing not far away. Her gaze held a hint of embarrassment, but even more of her usual cunning.
"Ran, Chen," she said gently, her voice as elegant and alluring as ever, though now tinged with a mix of bashfulness and teasing. "The gap is a very private space, you know. For you two to barge in like this… it's rather rude."
Ran immediately bowed her head, nearly pressing her forehead to the floor as she stammered with panic and remorse. "I'm so sorry, Yukari-Sama! This was my mistake! We'll leave right away!"
But Chen remained oblivious, still pointing at Yukari and Kyouya as she asked quietly, "But… Yukari-Sama, what are you and Kyouya -San doing? Why are all your clothes gone?"
Yukari's lips curled into a playful smile. She reached out to gently caress Kyouya's cheek, her eyes filled with deep satisfaction and joy, her tone mischievous yet affectionate:
"Chen, this is a special 'game' that only adults can understand. When you grow up, you'll understand too."
Still looking puzzled, Chen tried to ask more questions, but Ran hurriedly dragged her out of the gap, whispering frantically as she pulled her along.
"But… why are their clothes gone? Yukari-Sama looked really happy…"
Ran's face was still beet red, unable to look back at the scene. She forced herself to sound stern despite the chaos in her heart.
"Chen, no more questions! This is adult stuff—you're too young to know!"
The gap returned to silence.
Yukari leaned against Kyouya's shoulder with a soft sigh, her face still tinged with a faint blush, but her smile was one of pure contentment.
"Goodness... Even Ran and Chen came to join the excitement."
Kyouya chuckled bitterly and shook his head, pulling Yukari closer with a doting tone.
"You, huh… Next time, make sure to seal the barrier properly. Letting the kids barge in like that… really makes it hard to know whether to laugh or cry."
Yukari giggled and leaned in close to his ear, her voice soft and teasing with a seductive edge.
"Then next time, you set the barrier for me. That way… we won't have to worry about any interruptions."
The candlelight continued to flicker. The passion and tenderness in the gap hadn't been interrupted by the earlier commotion—in fact, it had only deepened.
That night, their bond grew even stronger, as if the gap space had become an eternal world just for the two of them.
The next morning, the dimensional space of the gap was bathed in a gentle golden glow of morning light. The candles had long burned out, leaving behind only a peaceful, warm atmosphere.
Kyouya sat by the edge of the sofa. Rising quietly, he carefully pulled the blanket up over Yukari's shoulders. His movements were gentle, as though he feared waking her from a sweet dream—even his breathing was deliberately soft.
Yukari lay on her side, golden hair spilling over the pillow, eyes shut, breath calm and steady—seemingly still asleep.
But in truth, she'd been awake for some time. She simply didn't want to open her eyes, choosing instead to bask in the rare warmth and intimacy of the moment.
Her body was utterly exhausted—like a dried-up fish completely drained—but her heart was full of satisfaction and lingering bliss. Last night's "battle" had shown her what true paradise felt like.
"Eight whole hours…"
Yukari recalled silently, a blush blooming on her face again. She'd lost count of how many times she climaxed—each one sending her soaring to euphoric heights.
And Kyouya—that idiot—didn't even break a sweat the entire time. It was as if his stamina were infinite.
"No wonder they call him a Toushin…"
She mused inwardly, only to mutter in her mind with a hint of exasperation:
"He's not even human… Oh wait, that's right…"
She snuck a peek at Kyouya as he gently tucked her in, her gaze filled with complicated emotions—shyness, satisfaction, and a quiet, almost imperceptible sense of dependence.
Kyouya seemed to notice and looked down at her with a faint smile. He spoke softly:
"How long do you plan to keep pretending, my Yukari?"
Yukari's eyelashes trembled. Realizing she'd been caught, she still refused to open her eyes, her tone carrying a hint of playful pout.
"Idiot… I just woke up. My body's still sore..."
Kyouya sat beside her, gently brushing her tousled hair, his voice full of affection and a trace of guilt.
"You worked hard last night… I'll be more careful next time. I won't push you so much."
At that, Yukari rolled her eyes and finally opened her violet eyes, letting out a cold little huff.
"Be careful? You said that last time too, didn't you? Does your body even know the meaning of 'tired'?"
Kyouya scratched his head, offering a sheepish smile.
"Maybe… it's instinct? After all, when it comes to you, I just can't resist."
Yukari heard his words and wanted to argue, but her heart swelled with sweetness instead.
She reached out and gently tugged at his sleeve, whispering:
"Next time… you're not allowed to hold back either."
Kyouya blinked, then chuckled softly. He pulled her into his arms.
"Alright. As long as you want me… I'll always be by your side."
The morning light in the gap remained soft and golden, casting a warm glow over their entwined figures.
Their bond—shining like that golden light—felt like something nothing could ever break.
Morning in the Bamboo Forest of the Lost
Morning mist lingered gently, shrouding the Bamboo Forest of the Lost in tranquil sunlight. Kyouya sat by the fire, skillfully turning the bamboo shoots roasting above the flames.
The rising steam gave the shoots a golden hue, releasing a mouthwatering aroma. He focused intently on his task, the firelight casting a warm glow on the side of his face.
"All done. Mokou, this one's just right. Eat it while it's hot."
Kyouya handed a roasted bamboo shoot to Mokou, who sat across from him.
She accepted it, her gaze lingering on his face for a moment before taking a small bite. The outer layer carried a faint smoky crispness, while the inside remained tender and juicy, prompting her to let out a soft sigh.
"Seriously… your cooking is totally unfair."
Kyouya gave a soft chuckle and looked up at her. "As long as you like it."
Mokou took a few more bites, then suddenly set the shoot aside, leaning forward slightly. Her voice carried a rare seriousness and depth.
"Kyouya, I need to talk to you."
Kyouya raised an eyebrow, looking up at her. "Hmm? Go ahead, I'm listening."
She fell silent for a moment, then looked up and met his gaze directly. Her eyes were firm, but a subtle shyness shimmered beneath them.
"About what happened a few days ago… I never got the chance to properly thank you."
Kyouya was taken aback for a moment, then offered a faint, wry smile.
"That, huh… I thought we all just silently agreed not to bring it up."
Mokou shook her head, her voice growing more resolute.
"Not talking about it doesn't mean I'll forget. Kyouya… you know, that day… it wasn't just a coincidence. To me, it felt more like a release."
Her words made Kyouya pause. He gazed at her, his expression turning more serious.
"A release? Why would you say that?"
Mokou bit her lip, then lifted her head abruptly. Her tone was direct, unflinching.
"Because before that, I never truly believed anyone could treat me so gently. You were like that with all of us that day… but I could feel it. Your gentleness was real. There wasn't a trace of pretense."
She stared at him with burning sincerity, like she'd summoned every ounce of courage she had. Then, suddenly, she reached out and grabbed his hand, her voice filled with rare boldness and resolve.
"Kyouya, I don't know what the others think—but I won't let that day just become some forgotten accident."
Kyouya froze, his gaze locked with hers. After a moment of silence, he asked softly,"You mean…?"
Mokou's cheeks flushed, but she didn't back away. Instead, she gripped his hand even tighter and leaned in slightly.
"I mean, I wouldn't mind if it happened again… or even many more times. Because… it's you. I'm willing."
Her words were blunt and passionate, leaving Kyouya momentarily speechless. He looked down at their clasped hands, a faint, conflicted smile tugging at his lips.
"Mokou, if you're this forward… you're going to pressure me, you know?"
She raised an eyebrow, a small smirk forming on her lips, her tone playful and challenging.
"Pressure? You, the great Toushin, afraid of a little immortal girl like me?"
Kyouya chuckled helplessly, lifting his hand to gently pat her head. His voice softened, filled with affection and a touch of apology.
"I'm not afraid of you. I just… want to make sure this is truly what you want."
A more serious look settled on Mokou's face. She stared into his eyes, unwavering.
"Kyouya, I've lived over a thousand years. There's nothing I haven't seen. If I wasn't sure, I wouldn't have said any of this. So don't ask pointless questions."
He lowered his head slightly and held her hand in both of his, the warmth of his palms conveying both hesitation and tenderness.
"Mokou… are you sure?" Kyouya's voice was low and gentle, tinged with concern. "If you're not ready, I—"
But before he could finish, Mokou cut him off without hesitation.
"Idiot, what are you even saying?" She gave his chest a light push, her gaze piercing as her crimson eyes burned with conviction and heat.
"I've come this far on my own—do you seriously still not get what I mean?"
Kyouya blinked, stunned for a second by her bluntness. As he looked into her earnest, fearless expression, a wave of warmth swelled in his chest.
He opened his mouth, perhaps to confirm again—but Mokou's grip on his hand tightened, and her voice was firm, undeniable.
"Kyouya, I've thought everything through."
Her voice lowered, laced with uncharacteristic gentleness and a flicker of vulnerability.
"I don't want to keep running from my feelings. I'm done suppressing what I want. No matter what happens, I won't regret this."
Kyouya looked at her, his expression softening as a quiet breath escaped him.
He raised his hand and gently brushed her cheek, his tone full of emotion—and a lingering trace of apology.
"Mokou… I just didn't want you to regret anything that came from a moment of impulse."
Mokou let out a soft snort, the corners of her mouth lifting into a provocative smile.
"You really are something... no wonder you're a Toushin, always so full of worries. But I'm not someone who regrets things. You, on the other hand—if you turn me down, you'll have to take responsibility for it for the rest of your life."
Kyouya couldn't help but laugh, reaching out to pull her into his arms as he said in a low voice,
"Alright then, since you put it that way, I've got no reason to say no."
Mokou leaned against his chest, feeling his warmth and strength. The smile on her lips gradually softened. She closed her eyes and murmured,
"Idiot… that's more like it..."
Kyouya gently held Mokou's hand, his gaze carrying an unusual depth and tenderness. He looked down at her, his voice slow and profound:"Mokou... you know about my past, don't you? Billions of years of killing and loneliness have already made me tired of that endless pain and bloodshed..."
His voice was slightly low, but each word landed like a deep engraving. Mokou lifted her head, looking into his eyes as deep as the sky, feeling the endless sincerity and sorrow within them.
"That's why… your pain of being immortal—I think… I can understand it." Kyouya's hand gently caressed her cheek, his touch soft and cautious, as if afraid of brushing against the deepest scars in her heart. "Would you be willing to spend this life with me? Forever..."
Mokou's body trembled slightly. Her gaze became suddenly complicated and deep, as if it had touched the most hidden corner of her heart.
That loneliness and pain—she had always thought only she could bear it. Yet now, in Kyouya's words, she felt true resonance.
"Idiot…" Her voice was a bit hoarse, carrying a faint, uncontrollable tremble.
"Forever? Do you even know how long that is?"
"I do." Kyouya's reply was short and firm, without a trace of hesitation.
In the silence that followed, he slowly reached out and gently unbuttoned Mokou's white top. His movements were so natural and tender, bearing his usual care, yet with an added layer of unhidden affection.
Mokou lowered her head, watching his hand. She didn't resist, didn't even move. Her heartbeat quickened involuntarily, a faint blush spreading on her cheeks, but her eyes were full of trust and anticipation.
"You know, Mokou..." Kyouya's voice sounded again, tinged with a slight smile and doting,
"Since you're willing to entrust such a 'forever' to me, I'll make sure you never regret it."
Mokou's hand subconsciously gripped his sleeve tighter, her eyes filled with a mix of determination and affection. Her voice was low, yet unusually clear:
"You're a Toushin—so no going back on your word. From now on, you'll have to walk with me... to the very end. Forever."
The corners of Kyouya's lips curled up slightly. He lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
"I promise you—forever."
Then Kyouya slowly leaned down, gazing at the Mokou beneath him. His eyes were full of deep tenderness and affection, yet carried a trace of his usual chuunibyou flair.
"Mokou… You're a phoenix, with endless life and an immortal soul." He gently caressed her cheek, his voice low and magnetic.
"But even a phoenix needs fuel, right?"
Mokou blinked, her eyes widening slightly. Before she could respond, Kyouya, with a faintly chuunibyou smile, whispered:
"Then let me be the one to fuel my phoenix girl."
Mokou's face instantly turned crimson. Her usual bold and straightforward demeanor completely vanished. She bit her lip, her voice tinged with rare shyness:
"Idiot... what are you even saying..."
Kyouya chuckled softly, not stopping his movements. His fingers gently glided across her skin, radiating a faint warmth. He leaned down close to her ear, his tone laced with teasing and overflowing affection:
"I'm being very serious. You're not going to say no, are you?"
Mokou's breathing gradually grew heavier. Feeling the intensity of Kyouya's actions and emotions, her final defenses crumbled completely.
She lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck, gritting her teeth and murmuring:
"...Who said I'm saying no… Don't stop."
The morning in the Bamboo Forest of the Lost was still wrapped in peace and golden light, the air filled with the fragrance of bamboo.
Keine had planned to invite Mokou for a walk, maybe chat about some recent happenings. But the closer she got to Mokou's usual resting place, the more something felt... off.
"What's that sound?" Keine frowned slightly and stopped in her tracks, catching a faint sound in the distance.
It was barely audible, but it resembled a woman's gasping breaths—interspersed with a rhythmic slap-slap sound, like two bodies colliding.
A confused look crossed Keine's face, and she couldn't help but wonder,
"Is someone attacking Mokou? Or did a youkai sneak into the bamboo forest?"
Worried, she began tiptoeing toward the source of the sound.
As the distance closed, the sounds became clearer—accompanied by a low male voice and faint, breathless moans of a woman.
"Ah… Kyouya… don't…"
"Mmh… You're really adorable like this, Mokou."
When Keine finally parted a cluster of bamboo leaves, the sight before her made her freeze in place.
Kyouya and Mokou were completely naked, intertwined in each other's arms, fully immersed in their passion and embrace, lost to the world.
Kyouya was gently kissing the side of Mokou's neck, while she clung tightly to his shoulders, her face flushed red as soft, suppressed moans escaped her lips.
"Ah… Kyouya… not so deep… it's too much…"
"Sorry… but you really make it impossible for me to stop."
The rhythmic sounds were unmistakably the result of their bodies meeting, everything so vivid and real that Keine was completely unsure how to react.
Her face turned scarlet, her mind spinning in chaos, torn between whether she should immediately flee or stay to confirm what was happening. But just as she turned to sneak away, her foot accidentally stepped on a dry bamboo twig.
Snap!
The sound of the twig breaking was sharp and distinct in the quiet bamboo forest.
"Who's there?!"
Mokou's body stiffened instantly, snapping back to awareness as she turned, eyes wide with panic, in the direction of the noise.
Kyouya quickly covered Mokou's body with his clothes, gently patting her on the shoulder and speaking in a soothing tone,
"Calm down, Mokou. I'll go check."
From behind the bushes, a flustered and red-faced Keine poked her head out, waving her hands frantically as she stammered,
"T-That… I'm sorry! I really didn't mean to see anything!"
When Mokou saw it was Keine, her entire face turned red as if it could bleed, and she instinctively covered her face.
"Keine! Why are you here now?!"
"I… I just wanted to talk to you about something!" Keine bowed her head and waved her hands even more anxiously.
"I didn't see anything! Carry on, you two!"
Kyouya chuckled softly, his voice tinged with helplessness.
"Keine-Sensei, when you put it like that… how are we supposed to continue?"
Keine's face turned an even deeper shade of red. She hurriedly picked up the bamboo scroll she had dropped and fled in a panic, calling out as she ran:
"Pretend I was never here! Never came at all!"
Mokou, mortified, stomped her foot in frustration and pounded her fist lightly against Kyouya's chest, her voice filled with flustered anger and embarrassment.
"This is all your fault! If it weren't for you picking such an obvious place… now Keine saw everything!"
Kyouya scratched the back of his head and laughed awkwardly.
"Alright, alright, I'll be more careful next time. But hey… don't you think the bamboo forest in the morning is kind of romantic?"
Mokou clenched her teeth in frustration but couldn't bring herself to argue. In the end, she just pouted and snuggled back into his arms, her voice soft and full of sulky affection:
"You idiot…"
Outside the bamboo grove, Keine stood by a large tree, pressing a hand to her still-burning cheeks.
The scene from earlier kept replaying in her mind. She was both embarrassed and exasperated, muttering under her breath,
"Those two… seriously… doing something like that in the middle of the bamboo forest…"
Yet as she recalled the look of fulfillment on Mokou's face and the tenderness in Kyouya's gaze, she couldn't help but sigh softly.
"Maybe… they really are happy together."
That night, deep in the Scarlet Devil Mansion…
The night sky hung low. Moonlight filtered through the ornate, lace-draped windows of Remilia's room, casting a dreamy silver glow across the space.
Remilia sat elegantly in her lavish chair, gently swirling a glass of red wine in her hand as she gazed at Kyouya seated across from her.
Kyouya sat casually, holding a cup of tea, wearing his usual faint smile. He spoke in a relaxed tone,
"Honestly, My Lady , calling me to your room this late at night for tea—you certainly know how to keep things classy."
Remilia set down her glass, her hands folded as she leaned forward slightly. Her crimson eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief.
"You really are something… always so composed. Don't you think tonight's invitation is… a little different?"
Kyouya shrugged, feigning casual indifference with a light smile.
"My lovely vampire lady, the way you put it makes me feel a little off-guard. I'm just a humble, ordinary tsukumogami—I'm hardly equipped to read your mind."
At that, Remilia's expression shifted slightly. She raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a mocking smile.
"Ordinary tsukumogami? Kyouya, can you please stop using that tired excuse every time?"
Kyouya blinked, then returned her gaze with a smile and a question of his own.
"Isn't it the truth? Isn't that what you believed, too?"
Remilia scoffed, her tone tinged with disdain.
"The truth? More like: a Toushin who could annihilate Gensokyo in an instant, possessing power that even the gods of Takamagahara fear—and yet you come here acting like you're some ordinary nobody. Can't you be a little more honest?"
Kyouya rubbed his forehead in exasperation, letting out a sigh.
"Alright, you've caught me again. But it's true—I really do want an ordinary life…"
Hearing this, Remilia's lips curved up slightly, her tone laced with a hint of teasing:"Ordinary? Reimu, Yukari, and Mokou have all genuinely fallen for you, yet you're still here pretending to be 'ordinary.' Kyouya, you know, this sort of disguise only makes you more inscrutable."
Kyouya lowered his gaze and took a sip of tea. Then he lifted his eyes to look at her, his tone calm but carrying a trace of sincerity:
"You're wrong. I'm not pretending. I really do want to fit in here… to experience something… different."
Remilia paused, then let out a soft laugh, her voice taking on a gentle note:
"Something different… So, you chose us—chose life here?"
Kyouya nodded slightly:"To me, each and every one of you is a unique existence."
Remilia set down her wine glass and stood, slowly walking over to Kyouya. Leaning forward, she gazed down at him, her tone carrying an air of pride and challenge:"If that's how it is, then tonight… I'm joining in, too. I don't want to be left behind by Reimu and Yukari."
Kyouya blinked, caught off guard. Seeing her unwavering determination in those crimson eyes, he couldn't help but smile:
"Are you sure? Is this your own choice, not just because of the others?"
A triumphant little smile tugged at Remilia's lips:
"I am Remilia Scarlet, mistress of the Scarlet Devil Mansion, and I never do meaningless things. This is my choice; it has nothing to do with anyone else."
She reached out, taking hold of Kyouya's wrist, her voice showing a rare softness:"Tonight, I want to confirm something—whether my pride and my tenderness both matter equally to you."
Kyouya met her gaze, full of anticipation and tenacity, and after a moment's silence, he gently brushed his fingertips across her cheek. His voice was low and tender:
"To me, your pride and your gentleness are both a part of you. And you are irreplaceable."
Upon hearing these words, Remilia's smile grew more pronounced. She held his hand and led him toward the bed, her tone bearing a resolute edge that allowed no refusal:
"Then show me if all of this is worth it."
Bathed in moonlight, the mistress of the Scarlet Devil Mansion entrusted all her pride and gentleness to the man before her. This night, she was no longer the lofty vampire noble—only Remilia, who belonged to Kyouya.
Kyouya lowered his head, speaking in a low, gentle tone:
"You don't have to keep up that vampire queen façade all the time. At least when we're together, you're not the mighty mistress of the Scarlet Devil Mansion. You're Remilia Scarlet… my most important bond."
Remilia was taken aback by that, her expression turning somewhat complicated.
Her eyes flickered for a moment before she looked back at Kyouya, a faint smile rising to her lips:
"Your most important bond… Do you have any idea what those words mean to me?"
Kyouya didn't answer. Instead, he lightly reached out to touch her small, bat-like wings.
His movement was extremely delicate, as if worried he might disturb her. Then he lowered his head and gently licked along the edge of one wing.
"Ah…!"
Remilia's body gave a sudden jolt, and a soft gasp escaped her lips. Her wings were naturally sensitive.
Such intimate contact instantly reminded her of that time—her "first time" after the aphrodisiac incident—and a deep flush spread across her cheeks.
"Idiot… Why are you licking my wings again…?"
Remilia bit her lip, her tone carrying a hint of playful reproach and an undeniable shyness.
"Because… you're really adorable."
Kyouya's voice was gentle and low, carrying an irresistible allure. His tongue continued to trace along the edge of her wing with careful, focused movements, causing Remilia's body to tremble uncontrollably.
The surge of pleasure radiating from her wings spread throughout her body. In that moment, Kyouya's hand slipped downward, beneath her nightclothes, finding and cupping Remilia's petite cherry-tips.
The warmth of his fingertips combined with his gentle yet provocative touch was impossible to ignore.
"Mmh… don't…"
She gritted her teeth, her voice sounding torn between a hint of resistance and an even stronger desire she couldn't conceal.
The sensation left her unable to maintain her usual composure, replaced by unprecedented vulnerability and honesty.
Kyouya paused his licking, raising his head to look at her with a gaze full of tenderness:
"You obviously like this. Why put on a brave front?"
"I… I don't…"
Remilia turned her face away, her voice betraying her guilt even as her cheeks glowed red.
With a soft chuckle, Kyouya bent his head once more, pressing his lips to her wing, and simultaneously intensified the movements of his hand. Instantly, Remilia let out a moan she could no longer restrain.
"Ah… Stop… not like this…!"
Her voice grew raspy, her body quivering in a way she couldn't control. Both hands involuntarily gripped Kyouya's sleeves.
The combined sensation of her sensitive wings and the teasing caress on her chest made it impossible to hold onto her usual pride and composure. As the mistress of the Scarlet Devil Mansion, she had never imagined revealing such raw vulnerability in this sort of situation.
And it was something she could only show to the man before her.
Remilia stood beside the bed, her fingers lightly resting on the straps of her nightgown. Her eyes shone with shyness yet revealed a certain resolve.
"Idiot…"
She whispered softly, her tone colored by a rare fragility. Then, gently, she slipped the straps from her shoulders.
Accompanied by a faint rustling, her nightgown slid down to the floor, unveiling her flawless white body. Beneath the moonlight, her skin glistened like snow, and those small, bat-like wings completed a scene that looked almost like a work of art.
Kyouya gazed at her figure, drawing in a deep breath as a faint smile curved at his lips.
He spoke softly, his tone carrying both a hint of teasing and an unmistakable sincerity:
"So, Remilia, am I the first man to ever touch your wings—also the first to see you completely naked?"
A flush of color rose instantly on Remilia's cheeks. She pressed her lips together, a hint of avoidance in her gaze, but quickly regained her customary pride.
She let out a light huff, her voice tinged with defiant arrogance:
"Hmph, do you really need to ask? Before this, I wouldn't let anyone get this close to me, let alone touch my wings…"
She paused, her red eyes locking onto Kyouya's, her tone low with a certain authenticity she couldn't fully hide:
"Which means, you're the first—and you're the only one."
Kyouya felt a flutter in his chest at her words. He rose to his feet and approached her, gently placing a hand on her cheek. His voice was soft and low:
"Thank you for entrusting me with all of this, Remilia."
Remilia lowered her head slightly, but the corners of her lips lifted into a small smile. She reached out, looping her arms around Kyouya's neck, resting her forehead lightly against his chest. Her voice was so quiet it was almost inaudible:
"Stop talking so much… Tonight, I'm yours alone."
The previously still air grew warm from their presence. By now, Remilia stood fully revealed before Kyouya.
"Idiot, the only place I want you to lick… isn't just my wings."
So saying, she pushed Kyouya, who had been sitting on the bed, onto his back. The pair of bat wings on her back trembled slightly, a sign of her inner conflict: an imperious queenly air mixed with an unmistakable nervousness and expectancy.
Her fair, flawless skin glowed softly in the moonlight, like precious porcelain. She lightly stroked her waist, hinting at the deepest place within her.
Kyouya blinked, then gave her a doting smile.
"Being so direct, my lady… Looks like you've been ready for a while?"
A faint blush spread across Remilia's cheeks, but her pride remained.
"Of course. I'm not going to just stand by and watch like last time…"
She paused, and a flicker of complicated emotion crossed her eyes. Then, tilting her chin upward, she leveled at him a gaze that carried a subtle competitive edge:
"Last time… I saw you 'servicing' Yukari in that manner with my own eyes, and then Reimu and Mokou also refused to be outdone. You think I'm going to lose to them?"
Kyouya raised an eyebrow, apparently not expecting her to say that. Then he gave a somewhat helpless smile.
"You're really… Remilia Scarlet, mistress of the Scarlet Devil Mansion—even in matters like this, you keep that competitive spirit."
"This isn't competition!"
Remilia huffed again, though her face grew even redder, and her tone revealed a certain sincerity and shyness.
"I just don't want… don't want to seem any worse than they are, in your eyes."
Kyouya looked at her quietly, his expression gentle but profound. He reached out and lightly caressed her trembling shoulder, speaking in a low, tender voice:
"You don't need to compare yourself to anyone, Remilia. As far as I'm concerned, you've always been one of a kind."
Her crimson pupils quivered slightly, as if something soft and vulnerable in her core had been touched by his words. She bit her lip, then after a moment murmured:"…Then show me. Prove that you mean it."
Kyouya let out a small laugh, lowered his head, and placed a tender kiss on her lips, then gradually moved downward. His lips, filled with heat, trailed along her collarbone, eventually coming to rest at a place only her future husband was meant to touch.
Remilia's body tensed violently, a wave of warmth making her shudder. She let out an involuntary, breathy moan.
"Mmh…"
Her wings drew in slightly, and her hands clutched the bedsheets, struggling to muffle her voice—but it was no use.
Kyouya's every move was delicate, as if caring for the most precious treasure. He spoke softly:
"You are my most important bond, and I'll treasure you forever."
Those words destroyed the last shred of Remilia's resistance. She shut her eyes, burying her face into the pillow, her voice trembling with uncontainable sweetness:
"Idiot… can't you… stop saying things that are so embarrassing…?"
Yet despite her earlier display of confidence—pushing Kyouya down and taking the initiative without hesitation—deep within, she still felt some lingering hesitation and unease.
She would never admit it, but she knew full well that her figure was hardly comparable to Reimu's lively curves, Yukari's mature seductiveness, Mokou's fit resilience, or even Aya's nimble grace. Her slim, even somewhat childlike figure starkly contrasted the commanding stature she commanded as the mistress of the Scarlet Devil Mansion.
While she was lost in her own conflicted thoughts, Kyouya suddenly gave a soft chuckle. He raised his hand and gently brushed her cheek, speaking with a tone both playful and gentle:
"Remilia, don't tell me… you're worried about your figure?"
Remilia froze for a moment, then her face flushed bright red as she shot him a flustered glare.
"W-What nonsense are you talking about?! Of course I don't care about something like that…"
Her voice was full of denial, but the way her gaze flickered and her voice trembled had already betrayed her true thoughts.
Kyouya couldn't help but chuckle softly, his tone filled with affectionate indulgence.
"You… always so proud like a queen, and yet you still get hung up on something so trivial. Let me tell you, Remilia—your figure doesn't matter to me in the slightest."
Remilia was momentarily speechless. She looked up at him, her voice slightly uncertain.
"…Really?"
Kyouya's smile softened. He reached out and pulled her gently into his embrace, his voice low and sincere.
"Really. Every single one of you is an irreplaceable bond to me. Your
figure, your appearance—they're all just parts of you. But you, as a person, are what truly matters to me."
Those words struck something deep within Remilia's heart, as if a warmth had quietly filled a space that had long been hollow. Her lips curved into a faint smile, and she murmured softly:
"…If you say that, I'll believe you. But… you're not allowed to take it back."
Kyouya gently caressed the bat wings on her back, then placed a warm kiss on her forehead.
"My queen, I will never change how I feel about you—for the rest of my life."
Remilia leaned into his chest, her wings folding inward as she closed her eyes and breathed in his scent.
The unease in her heart finally melted away completely. In a whisper laced with affection, she said,
"Idiot… if you mean it that much… then tonight, you'd better take responsibility."
Kyouya let out a low, tender laugh and wrapped his arm gently around her waist. His voice was full of affection and sincerity.
"Don't worry—I'll take responsibility for you for a lifetime."
His chuckle was soft and loving, but his touch grew more focused and delicate. That night, Remilia gave all her pride and gentleness to him without reservation. And Kyouya, through his warmth and depth of feeling, showed her that her choice had been absolutely right.
Several hours later...
The moonlight in the room began to fade, and soft dawn light spilled gently through the window, tinting the room in a layer of calm warmth. The fervent passion of the night had finally quieted, replaced by silence and serenity.
Kyouya sat quietly at the edge of the bed, watching the thoroughly exhausted Remilia. A faint blush still lingered on her cheeks, and her wings were curled slightly inward, as though she were still seeking the final traces of security in his arms.
Her breath had evened out into a calm rhythm, replacing the gasps and sighs that had filled the night.
The memory of Remilia's moans, the sound of their bodies entwined, still echoed faintly in his ears. Her trembling voice, her movements drawing closer to him over and over again—each had bared her vulnerability and affection completely.
"Really now… so proud, and yet so adorable."
Kyouya murmured quietly to himself, a fond smile rising on his lips.
He gently adjusted her curled-up body into a more comfortable position, then picked up the thin blanket at the bedside and carefully pulled it over her. His movements were light and cautious, as though even the smallest noise might disturb her rest.
Remilia shifted slightly, turning in her sleep. In a barely audible voice, she murmured,"Idiot… don't go…"
Her words carried a soft, clingy affection.
Kyouya looked at her peaceful sleeping face, a wave of warmth swelling in his heart. He gently stroked her silvery hair and answered in a low voice,
"Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere."
He remained by her side, quietly watching over her, his gaze full of tenderness and affection. As the morning light gradually filled the room, he still hadn't moved, as if his very presence was meant to accompany her into the new day.
Deep in the night on Youkai Mountain,
Moonlight shone quietly over the peaks, and the trees swayed gently in the breeze. The entire mountain was enveloped in a serene and peaceful atmosphere. However, lights still glowed inside the Bunbunmaru Newspaper office.
Aya sat at her desk, sorting through her articles. Photos and notes were scattered throughout the room. Her red eyes sparkled with familiar curiosity and excitement as she worked, still full of energy.
Kyouya sat across from her, holding a cup of tea. Watching her bustling about, he couldn't help but smile wryly.
"Aya, calling me here in the middle of the night—don't tell me you plan on dragging me out to chase news?"
Kyouya gently shook his head, his tone teasing.
"What kind of headline does Bunbunmaru need this time, hmm?"
Aya paused her writing, looking up with a playful grin.
"A headline? Hmm… I've got a whole bunch about you. Like, 'The True Face of Gensokyo's Mysterious Toushin Revealed!' What do you think? Pretty catchy, right?"
Kyouya chuckled, his voice lightly sarcastic.
"Hey now, that's pure fiction, isn't it? You're not seriously thinking of putting me on the front page, are you?"
Aya huffed and crossed her arms, her tone carrying a bit of tsundere pride.
"Fiction? I, Aya Shameimaru, am a journalist of integrity! But… if I were to write an exposé on you, I bet it'd shake all of Gensokyo."
Kyouya raised an eyebrow, his expression shifting into that familiar, chuunibyou-style smirk.
"Oh? Then go on, tell me—how would you describe this 'mysterious Toushin'?"
Aya set down her pen and leaned back in her chair, arms still folded, adopting a thoughtful pose.
"First, I'd write about how you pretend to be an 'ordinary tsukumogami' on the surface. Then I'd reveal your true strength, and—"
She suddenly paused. Her crimson eyes flickered with a sly light, and a mischievous smile played at her lips.
"—and all those unspeakable bonds you share with some of Gensokyo's biggest names."
Kyouya froze for a moment before realizing what she meant. He rubbed his forehead in mild exasperation.
"Aya… saying things like that will get you in trouble, you know."
"Who told you to have so many 'stories'?"
Aya sighed with mock frustration, her tone teasing.
"Reimu, Yukari, Mokou… and now Remilia. So many potential headlines—I don't even know which one to start with."
Kyouya chuckled helplessly, his tone laced with gentle affection.
"If you're really planning to write a piece… why not include yourself?"
Aya blinked. A faint blush crept up her cheeks. She quickly tapped her pen against the desk, trying to cover her flustered tone.
"Idiot… I'm not exactly headline material. What's so interesting about writing about me?"
Kyouya stood, walked over to her, and lowered his head to meet her gaze, his lips curling into a gentle smile.
"To me, you're the most important headline."
Aya froze, staring into those warm eyes, her heart skipping a beat. Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out. Her ears were already tinged with red.
"Aya, stop staying up so late. Your health matters more than the news."
Kyouya gently ruffled her hair, his voice full of concern.
Aya lowered her head, but a small smile crept onto her face. She muttered softly,
"You're seriously… saying stuff like that… Why do you have to be so kind…"
Moonlight bathed their figures, and for that moment, the deep night atop Youkai Mountain became especially calm and warm.
Aya sat in her chair, a slight blush still on her face. Kyouya's words—"you're the most important headline"—made her heart race uncontrollably.
As she bent down to sort through her notes, she suddenly felt Kyouya draw closer. A warm breath brushed against her ear before she could react—
—and then came a gentle touch against the tip of her sensitive ear.
"Mmh…!" Aya's body jolted, and her wings twitched uncontrollably. She turned to glare at him, her cheeks now glowing bright red.
"W-What do you think you're doing?!"
But Kyouya didn't stop. His movements were soft and natural, as though what he was doing was the most natural thing in the world. He gently kissed her earlobe, chuckling softly.
"You're so cute—how could anyone resist?"
Aya's wings trembled even more. She quickly covered her ears with both hands, her voice shaking with barely-contained panic and embarrassment.
"C-Cute? Don't just say stuff like that! And y-you—back up a bit!"
Kyouya didn't budge. He leaned in slightly, his hand tracing the base of her wing with a gentle warmth in his fingertips.
"You know, Aya… your wings are really beautiful. Especially when you're shy. The way they tremble—"
Aya felt all the blood in her body rush to her face. She tried to wriggle free, but there was no escaping his warm, enveloping presence.
His soft kisses moved from her ear down to her wing, light and teasing—but devastatingly effective.
"I-Iidiot…!" Aya gripped the edge of the desk tightly, her voice trembling.
"Y-You don't even realize how sensitive wings are, do you…?"
Kyouya finally paused, lifting his gaze to meet hers. Her face was red as a ripe apple. He smiled, gently and playfully.
"I know. That's why I'm being extra gentle with you."
Aya felt her composure crumbling. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, her wings instinctively folding inward—yet there was no way to fight off the warmth and tenderness wrapping around her.
"Kyouya…" She bit her lip, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible. "You're always so…"
Before she could finish, her head had already come to rest gently on his shoulder, her expression revealing helpless shyness and a quiet sense of dependence.
Kyouya smiled, his voice low and gentle:
"Don't worry, Aya. I'll always be this tender with you. Because, to me, you're someone truly special."
A faint blush still colored Aya's cheeks, and her wings quivered slightly, betraying her nervousness and anticipation. Kyouya stood before her, his eyes filled with warmth and affection.
He reached out and lightly took her hand in his, interlacing their fingers. His voice was deep with sincerity:
"Aya, are you really sure about this? If you're not ready—"
He hadn't finished speaking when Aya let out a small huff, a hint of a tsundere smile curving her lips.
"Idiot, do you really need to ask so many questions now?"
She lowered her head and unfastened the top button of her white blouse, her movements calm and natural. As one button after another came undone, her pale skin was gradually exposed under the moonlight, and her wings folded in slightly as if embarrassed to be seen.
"I've made it pretty obvious… do you still not get it?" she said softly, letting the blouse slip from her shoulders onto the floor, revealing her slender collarbone and graceful arms.
Next, she unzipped her skirt, letting the black fabric drop around her ankles, baring her long, shapely legs.
Aya looked up, her crimson eyes meeting Kyouya's gaze. A shy yet determined smile touched her lips.
"So, are you still going to ask me that silly question?"
Kyouya, looking at Aya before him, felt a wave of indescribable warmth and emotion welling in his chest.
He stepped forward and gently wrapped his arms around her, his voice low and tender:
"Aya… thank you. Thank you for trusting me again, for offering yourself to me."
She leaned against his chest, feeling his warmth. Her wings instinctively enclosed his back. Her voice trembled slightly, yet was steady with trust:
"Idiot, I already made my choice in picking you… I won't regret it. That's my decision."
Kyouya dipped his head, placing a warm kiss on her forehead, an act full of gentle emotion.
"I promise, I'll show you that you made the right choice."
Moonlight quietly illuminated them, and that night, Youkai Mountain's stillness was bound together by two honest hearts.
They were no longer a Toushin and a reporter—just two individuals who were each other's most important bond, merging gently in the darkness.
They embraced each other, enveloped in a tender, intimate atmosphere. It was as though the rest of the world no longer existed, and only they remained.
Kyouya leaned down, softly pressing his lips to Aya's exquisite "cherries," treating them with the utmost gentleness—like the world's most precious treasures.
Aya's body trembled slightly, her wings instinctively unfolding with a surge of sensitivity and shyness.
"Ah… Kyouya…"
Aya gasped, her voice quavering with sweetness she could not hold back. Meanwhile, Kyouya's hand trailed from her waist downward until it reached her most private place.
He touched her gently, tentatively exploring further with tenderness and devotion, as though offering the most meticulous care.
Aya's body went rigid for a moment, and as soon as she sensed that unfamiliar tingle, her breathing became more rapid.
The red in her cheeks deepened, reminding her of that bliss she'd felt during the aphrodisiac incident, though now the feeling was even more real and profound.
"Idiot…"
Aya bit her lip, trying to stifle the sounds she made, but she couldn't resist his gentle advances. Gasping softly, she scolded him shyly:
"That's… that's where babies come from… ah…"
Kyouya gave a quiet chuckle, pausing his motions. He looked up at her flushed face, his eyes brimming with warmth and fondness.
"You always act so tough. Don't worry, I'll be careful."
His tone was as soft as a breeze, carrying a comforting warmth that was impossible to refuse.
Then, he dipped his head again, responding to her emotions in an even gentler way, drawing Aya deeper into her bliss and making her finally abandon any lingering defenses within her heart.
Her hands clenched his shoulders, her wings folding in slightly as though seeking to draw him even closer. Her voice grew weaker, filled with total trust and dependence:
"Kyouya… you idiot…"
Inside the Bunbunmaru Newspaper office, the lights were still on, shining onto the mountain road outside.
Typically, this might not be unusual; however, at this late hour, the glowing office windows caught the attention of Momiji and Hatate, who were on patrol along the mountain road.
"Momiji, don't you think Aya-senpai's taking this whole news thing too far this time?"
Hatate lifted a brow, looking toward the office window alight in the dark, curiosity evident in her tone.
Momiji nodded slightly, answering in a low voice:
"It does feel off. Aya-Nee does push herself, but this late… it's really odd."
Then they caught faint sounds drifting from within the office. As the two listened, their faces froze in shock.
"Ah… it's so big… so thick… I'm about to—!"
It was Aya's voice, but steeped in a kind of breathy moan they'd never heard before, utterly unguarded in its sensual pleasure.
Momiji and Hatate exchanged startled looks, both wearing expressions of incredulity and confusion.
"…What on earth?"
"Could Aya-senpai be in trouble?" Hatate whispered tensely, her voice tinged with worry.
Momiji furrowed her brow, her ears perking up slightly.
"It doesn't sound like she's in danger… but this is just… bizarre."
They crept closer to the window and peered through a gap in the curtains. The scene visible inside the office left them stone-still.
By the desk, where snack wrappers and coffee cups lay scattered, it looked like a workspace once used to churn out news. Now, however, it had become a different kind of "work site."
Aya was now leaning back against the edge of the desk, her head tilted slightly upward. Her face was flushed red, and her wings trembled faintly—exuding a kind of gentle yet sultry beauty she had never shown before.
Kyouya stood in front of her, arms wrapped around her slender waist, his touches gentle yet brimming with strength.
The two were utterly absorbed in each other's world, paying no attention to the "audience" outside the window.
Kyouya's every movement was so meticulous that Aya couldn't stop herself from letting out restrained but sweet moans.
"You… idiot… if you keep doing that, I really am… about to…!"
Aya's voice was laced with a mixture of shyness and bliss, and her wings shook even more noticeably.
Kyouya lowered his head, speaking softly into her ear:
"Then go ahead, Aya. I'll stay with you the whole time."
Outside the Window
Momiji and Hatate stared wide-eyed at the scene, their faces instantly turning bright red.
Hatate hastily averted her gaze, her voice high-pitched with alarm:
"This… this is too much, isn't it?! This is an office! How can they do that… in a place like this…?"
Momiji's ears were flattened against her head, her own face as red as a ripe apple. She spoke with obvious embarrassment and shock:
"I—I have no idea… But we should… we really should leave. Quickly."
Hatate stole another glance back, then muttered in a small voice,
"But… Aya-senpai looks really happy…"
Momiji shot Hatate a glare, quickly tugging at her arm as they turned to leave:"Stop talking. Hurry!"
Back Inside
After any noise from outside had completely faded away, Kyouya paused and asked Aya quietly,
"You sensed it too, didn't you?"
Aya was breathing heavily, arms around his neck, speaking in a voice that was both softly reproachful and sweet:
"Of course I noticed… idiot. It's because you… never care where you do things…"
Kyouya gave a low chuckle and pulled her closer, whispering:
"Sorry. Next time, I'll make sure we're somewhere totally private. Still… Aya… you were really adorable just now."
Aya lowered her head, her cheeks still burning hot, but there was a contented smile on her lips.
"Idiot… aren't you going to keep going?"
That night, in the office of Bunbunmaru Newspaper, a special bond between the two of them was sealed—one that would be deeply etched into both their hearts.
Early Morning
Sunlight shone through a gap in the curtains, casting soft rays into the Bunbunmaru Newspaper office.
The air was still filled with a warm, sweet atmosphere. Aya rubbed her still-sleepy eyes and reached out for the familiar warmth beside her. Finding nothing, she realized he was gone.
She furrowed her brow in mild disappointment and murmured,
"That idiot… where did he go?"
She had just sat up when she noticed her clothes neatly folded on the table, pinned down by a handwritten note. The handwriting was a bit messy, but the warmth behind the words was unmistakable:
Aya, you need more rest. I didn't want to wake you, so I stepped out to take care of some things. There's lunch on the table.
You always forget to take care of yourself when you're working, so make sure you eat properly.
—Kyouya
Aya held the note in her hand. A look of satisfaction crossed her face, and her lips curved into a slight smile.
"That fool…"
She slipped the note into her pocket, got dressed, and walked over to the desk. On it was a simple lunchbox, still steaming slightly, arranged neatly inside.
The main dish was her favorite—grilled mackerel—served with a few refreshing vegetable sides, plus a bowl of aromatic miso soup.
She let out a quiet sigh and muttered to herself,
"His cooking's practically divine… how could I ever leave him?"
Aya sat down to savor the lunch Kyouya had prepared. Each bite brought a comforting sense of love, as though he were still there beside her. By the time she finished, her eyes had begun to water just a little.
After finishing the meal, she happily tidied up her desk in the office.
Although her wings still ached a bit, she pressed her lips together in a small smile, trying to hide any hint of discomfort.
"That idiot Toushin nearly wore me out last night, talking about 'being gentle.' In the end…"
Her face flushed at the memory, and she lightly patted her cheeks, trying to calm down.
Glancing at the clock, she saw it was nearly time for the scheduled tengu assembly atop Youkai Mountain. She quickly straightened her appearance, mustered her energy, and flew toward the summit.
The air at the summit of Youkai Mountain was as fresh as ever. Around the area, tengu had already gathered in small groups, chatting about recent news and internal affairs within the mountain.
At the center of the assembly stood Megumu Iizunamaru, directing everyone in recording and analysis. The atmosphere was serious but orderly.
Aya descended onto the meeting grounds wearing her usual signature smile, doing her best to act as normal. However, her landing was a bit unsteady, her wings trembled slightly, and she had noticeably slowed down during her flight.
Megumu noticed this immediately, her brows furrowing with a hint of concern and suspicion in her tone.
"Aya, you seem a little off today. Are you feeling unwell?"
Aya quickly put on her usual cheerful smile and waved it off.
"Ahaha, no, no! I've just been staying up late working on articles—maybe I didn't get enough sleep, that's all!"
Her tone had a hint of guilt, and she carefully avoided making eye contact with Megumu.
Megumu's gaze sharpened.
"Working late? But aren't you usually great at managing your deadlines? Why would things suddenly pile up now?"
Aya let out a forced laugh, her voice slightly self-deprecating.
"Well, things have been hectic lately! Everyone's been handing me their stories all at once. Maybe the pressure's just… gotten to me a little."
She tossed out the excuse quickly, then changed the subject.
"Anyway! What's today's meeting about, Megumu-Sama?"
Though Megumu wasn't entirely convinced by the explanation, she didn't press further. She simply nodded.
"Alright. Just make sure you take care of yourself. Today's meeting is mostly about the kappa's latest research developments, and there's a batch of new intel we need to consolidate."
With that, she turned her attention back to the meeting agenda.
Elsewhere in the gathering, Momiji and Hatate were already on-site. They observed Aya's unusual walking posture and the slight trembling of her wings.
Their expressions betrayed their awkwardness, and they exchanged a knowing glance.
Hatate lowered her voice and whispered to Momiji:
"Looks like Aya-senpai's 'overtime' last night really wore her out, huh? Hahaha…"
Momiji, face turning red, glared at her.
"Shh! Keep your voice down! What if Aya-senpai hears you?"
But her ears had perked up slightly, clearly still recalling last night's "incident."
Hatate continued teasing in a hushed tone.
"Did you see the way she looked just now? Even Lord Megumu noticed something was off. Aya-senpai's still trying to cover it up… but with that blissful expression? Totally impossible!"
Momiji sighed, helpless, her blush deepening.
"Sheesh… Aya-senpai, honestly… And Kyouya too… Ugh, let's just drop it already."
She muttered quietly, clearly trying to change the subject.
As the meeting neared its end, Megumu glanced once more in Aya's direction, her tone carrying a subtle hint of concern:
"Aya, if things are really too much lately, just let me know. I can assign someone else to share your workload."
Aya smiled brightly and nodded, her tone light and confident.
"Don't worry, I'm fine! I am Aya Shameimaru, the wind tengu of the journalism world!"
As she spoke, she spread her wings and gave them a light flap, taking off toward the foot of the mountain.
Her movements still carried a faint sluggishness, but the sweet smile on her face couldn't be hidden.
Watching her fly off, Momiji couldn't help but shake her head, speaking with a hint of wistfulness:
"She really… only shows that kind of expression because of Kyouya, huh?"
Hatate chuckled playfully, her tone light and cheerful:
"Yup. I've never seen Aya-senpai this happy before… Though next time, she might actually need to take a few days off!"
The two shared a quiet laugh, their ears twitching slightly as they resumed organizing the meeting materials—silently marking down this rather unusual day in the lives of the tengu.
Note:hese past few days, I departed from Tokyo, transited through Vancouver to Calgary, and finally flew to Yellowknife. It's been five years since I last felt the thrill of witnessing the aurora in Fairbanks—back then, I was alone. But this time, seeing the aurora in Yellowknife with my wife by my side was a completely different experience. I posted my 29th chapter from Yellowknife.