Time passes as the next day's morning came.
Currently, Hayato is away from the Dojo as he is on his way to meet Sasagawa at the Imperial Army's Yamato branch office that is a bullet train away from his previous location. His little sister and Sakura had stayed behind as they wanted to get more touring with the local town that they are being guided around by Touka who offered to guide them around.
The faint hum of the bullet train vibrated through the car as it raced across the vast wilderness of Yamato, cutting through the verdant landscape like a silver arrow. Morning sunlight streamed through the wide windows, casting dappled patterns on the seats and floor. Hayato sat near the window, his posture relaxed but his mind anything but.
The folded paper Ryusei had given him rested securely in his jacket's inner pocket, a constant reminder of his destination and purpose. The rhythmic motion of the train, combined with the picturesque scenery rushing by, set his thoughts adrift, carrying him back to memories he had long buried beneath years of training, battles, and survival.
As the train sped through endless fields of green interspersed with rivers shimmering like polished glass, Hayato found himself captivated by the scenery. There was a wild beauty to Yamato's countryside that stirred a sense of nostalgia deep within him. He leaned back against his seat, eyes fixed on the world beyond the window.
"It's been years," he murmured to himself, "since I've seen the wilderness like this."
He remembered the days of his childhood before everything had changed. The laughter of his parents filled his mind, their warm voices a bittersweet echo that lingered in the corners of his memory. His father's strong, reassuring hand on his shoulder as they explored the forests together; his mother's gentle smile as she prepared meals in their modest home.
It was a simpler time, a time when the world seemed vast but safe. Yamato's wilderness had been their playground, a sanctuary where he could be free to dream and imagine a future unburdened by war.
But then came the Second Savage Attack.
The image of that terrible day burned vividly in his mind, a stark contrast to the serenity outside the train window. He could still hear the screams, the earth-shaking roars of the Savages, and the crackling of fires that consumed everything in their path. The laughter of his parents was replaced by their anguished cries as they fought desperately to protect him.
They had succeeded, but at the cost of their own lives.
Hayato clenched his fists, his gaze hardening as the train sped on. The memories were a painful reminder of why he fought, why he had dedicated his life to the extinction of the Savages. He had vowed to ensure no one else would endure the pain of losing everything to those monsters.
His thoughts shifted to more recent events. The battles in Little Garden, the alliances forged and broken, the lives saved and lost. For so long, he had been driven by a singular purpose—revenge. And that revenge had been realized when Judal Harvey, the man who had orchestrated so much suffering, fell during the invasion he had planned with Vitaly.
The memory of that victory brought no joy, only a grim sense of satisfaction. Justice had been served, but the void left behind was immense. With Judal gone, Hayato had found himself questioning what came next.
For months now, he had been living what some might call a fulfilled life. He had a family—two loving wives, Vitaly and Miharu—and two children, Alina and Hayate, who brought light to his darkest days. Together, they had created a haven of love and hope amidst the chaos of a world still ravaged by Savages.
But it wasn't enough.
The train passed a small village nestled in the hills, its simple houses reminding him of the life he had lost. He sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"My revenge might be complete," he whispers, "but the war isn't over. Not until the Savages are gone for good."
His gaze drifted to the passing scenery again. Every hill, every tree, every river was a reminder of what was at stake. The beauty of the world deserved to be preserved, not destroyed by the relentless onslaught of those monstrous beings.
The crackling voice of the train's announcement system pulled him from his thoughts.
"Attention passengers: We will be arriving at the Yamato Local Station in five minutes. Please ensure you have all your belongings and prepare to disembark."
Hayato straightened in his seat, his expression shifting from introspection to determination. He glanced around the nearly empty train car, taking a moment to collect himself. The folded paper in his pocket seemed heavier now, a symbol of the responsibility Ryusei had entrusted to him.
"This meeting with Sasagawa," he thought out loud, "it might be the key to ending this war. If he truly has information about the Savages, then I need to hear it."
The train began to slow as the station came into view, its sleek structure a stark contrast to the rural landscape surrounding it. Hayato rose from his seat, grabbing his travel bag and slinging it over his shoulder. As the train came to a smooth halt, he stepped off onto the platform, the crisp morning air greeting him like an old friend.
The Motomatsu Base stood as an imposing structure amidst the sprawling urban layout of Yamato. Its steel-and-glass exterior glinted in the midday sun, a testament to the unyielding resolve of the military presence stationed here. Hayato stopped just outside the main gates, glancing up at the towering office building at the heart of the base. A mixture of duty and curiosity propelled him forward.
"Motomatsu Base," he muttered to himself.
After presenting his identification at the security checkpoint and showing the signature pass Ryusei had handed him, he was directed to the main office building. Hayato walked past uniformed soldiers and civilians bustling about their daily routines, each one a small cog in the machine striving to maintain order in a world still plagued by chaos.
The lobby of the office building was expansive, with polished floors reflecting the soft glow of overhead lights. A reception desk, manned by a young woman in a crisp military uniform, sat at the far end of the room. Hayato approached her with measured steps, his boots clicking faintly against the tiled floor.
"Excuse me," he said, his tone calm but assertive. "I'm here to meet with Commander Sasagawa."
The receptionist glanced up from her computer, her professional demeanor unshaken by the presence of the famed Slayer before her. "Name, please?"
"Kisaragi Hayato," he replied.
Her fingers danced across the keyboard as she accessed the base's data log system. A moment later, she nodded. "Commander Sasagawa has been expecting you. He's currently in his office on the tenth floor."
Hayato gave a slight bow. "Thank you."
The receptionist returned the gesture with a polite nod. "You're welcome, Mr. Kisaragi. The elevator is just down the hall to your left."
With that, Hayato turned and made his way to the elevators, his strides purposeful yet unhurried.
The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, revealing a spacious cabin with mirrored walls. Hayato stepped inside and pressed the button for the tenth floor. Just as the doors began to close, a soft voice called out. "Hold the door, please~!"
He instinctively pressed the button to keep the doors open, and a woman stepped inside. She was strikingly beautiful, with an air of grace and poise that immediately drew attention. Long silvery hair cascaded down her back, and her sky blue eyes sparkled with an almost otherworldly intelligence. Her outfit—a neatly tailored uniform—emphasized her refined demeanor.
"Thank you," she said with a polite bow of her head.
Hayato nodded back, acknowledging her gesture before stepping aside to give her space. The doors closed, and the elevator began its ascent in silence. For a moment, neither spoke, the hum of the elevator the only sound between them.
Then the woman broke the silence. "Um…Are you… the Savage Killer?"
Hayato turned to her, his expression composed but slightly curious. "Yes, that's me."
Her lips curved into a small smile. "It's an honor to meet you in person. You're a hero—an inspiration to so many of us. Humanity owes you a great deal."
Hayato scratched the back of his neck, slightly embarrassed by the praise. "Thanks. I'm just doing what I can."
The woman's smile widened, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. "You're humble. I've read about your exploits, but meeting you in person… it's a privilege. I'm Serivia Notredame," she said, offering a slight bow. "Secretary to the Motomatsu Base commander and… part-time worker at a local hot spring inn."
"Hot spring inn?" Hayato asked, raising an eyebrow. "That's an interesting combination. How do you balance both jobs?"
Serivia chuckled again, her laughter light and melodic. "It can be challenging, but I enjoy staying busy. Sitting at a desk all day can make one's body grow in places we don't want. Working at the inn helps me stay in shape."
Hayato laughed softly, shaking his head. "You're quite the peculiar woman."
"I get that a lot," Serivia said, her tone playful. She reached into her pocket and produced a small business card, offering it to Hayato. "You should visit sometime. We're having a special feast for our guests this month, and I think you'd enjoy it."
Taking the card, Hayato glanced at the elegant design and the location printed upon it. "Thanks. I'll definitely check it out when I get the chance."
"I'll be waiting," Serivia said with a smile, her eyes sparkling with warmth.
The elevator chimed again, signaling their arrival. The doors slid open, revealing a corridor lined with sleek metal panels and subdued lighting. Hayato stepped out first, pausing to glance back at Serivia.
"Take care, Ms. Notredame." Hayato said to her.
She gave him a small wave. "You too, Mr. Kisaragi. And good luck with Commander Sasagawa."
Hayato nodded, slipping the business card into his pocket but stopped for a moment when he realized something.
"did I tell her that I was going to meet with the commander?" Hayato asks as he turns towards the elevator that has its door closed and is going up. He wondered how did she knew but decided to just shrug it off. "oh well, I guess they all know I was coming if I was going to meet up with their commander."
Afterwards Hayato walked straight in the hallway as he goes straight for the one door that reads Commander Sasagawa Hakuto that is labelled on its frame with a brass plague.
Within the office room, several knocks were heard before Hayato called out his name to the occupant inside.
"Come in," a deep voice called from within.
Hayato pushed the door open, stepping into the room. The office was spacious yet modestly decorated, with a large wooden desk dominating the center. Behind it sat an older man with graying hair and a weathered face that spoke of years of experience. His uniform was immaculate, adorned with medals and insignias that reflected his high rank and service.
"You must be Kisaragi Hayato," Sasagawa said, rising to his feet and extending a hand. "Welcome to Motomatsu Base."
Hayato crossed the room, shaking the commander's hand firmly. "Thank you, sir. It's an honor to meet you."
"Likewise," Sasagawa replied, gesturing for Hayato to take a seat. "Please, make yourself comfortable. We have much to discuss."
As Hayato settled into the chair across from the desk, Sasagawa sits down on his.
"I imagine you must be wondering why you were summoned here," Sasagawa began, his tone calm yet tinged with seriousness.
Hayato gave a curt nod. "It crossed my mind."
Sasagawa folded his hands atop his desk, his brows furrowing slightly. "We're facing troubling times, Kisaragi. Times that demand vigilance and resolve. I've received reports—multiple reports—of Savage sightings across the globe. Some of these creatures, it seems, have been lying dormant, evading detection since the First and Second Attacks. Now, they're stirring."
Hayato's expression darkened. He could feel his chest tighten as the reality of Sasagawa's words sank in. The Savages—the alien scourge that had robbed him of so much—were far from eradicated. He clenched his fists on the armrests of his chair, the faint leather creak punctuating the room's tense atmosphere.
Sasagawa continued, his voice steady but heavy with import. "What's more alarming is the increasing frequency of these reports. Based on the data we've compiled, we predict a Third Attack is imminent. Perhaps sooner than anyone anticipated."
The words struck Hayato like a hammer. Though he had suspected as much, hearing it confirmed sent a wave of dread through him. The Savages, relentless and destructive, would never stop coming.
"They'll keep invading," Hayato muttered, his voice low and bitter. "It's what they do."
Sasagawa nodded solemnly. "Precisely why we need to act now, before the situation spirals out of control. Which brings me to this."
He leaned forward and opened one of his desk drawers, pulling out a thick folder stamped with the unmistakable mark of confidentiality: CLASSIFIED. Setting it down on the desk, he slid it toward Hayato.
"This," Sasagawa said, tapping the folder with a weathered finger, "contains detailed accounts of Savage activity as well as something… unusual."
Hayato leaned forward, taking the folder into his hands. He opened it carefully, his eyes scanning the contents. Inside were marked maps, satellite images, and reports detailing Savage sightings. But what caught his attention most were the photographs. Among the blurry images of the alien beasts was something else—something that didn't quite belong.
"Are these… people?" Hayato asked, narrowing his eyes at the grainy, distorted shapes in the photos.
Sasagawa leaned back, his expression grim. "That's the million-dollar question. During an operation in Europe, there was an incident. A Savage was reported in a dense forest, and the local Slayers were dispatched to neutralize it. But by the time they arrived, the Savage was already dead."
"Dead?" Hayato repeated, his brows furrowing. "So, another Slayer got to it first?"
"That was our initial thought," Sasagawa admitted. "But then things got strange. There were no energy readings. No trace of Variable Stone resonance. Whoever—or whatever—killed that Savage didn't use conventional Slayer technology. In fact, we found no evidence of any human equipment at all."
Hayato flipped through the photos, his mind racing. The blurred figures were humanoid in shape, but something about them seemed off. "You're saying it wasn't a Slayer?"
Sasagawa nodded. "Exactly. And this isn't an isolated incident. There have been other reports. Unexplained Savage deaths. Entire nests wiped out without a single trace of conventional weaponry or Slayer activity."
Hayato frowned, his grip on the folder tightening. "Do you think it could be Hunters? Maybe there are rouge Slayers who started doping with something new or use new weaponry."
"It's a possibility," Sasagawa said, though his tone suggested skepticism. "But I believe we're dealing with something else. Something we don't yet understand."
The room fell into a contemplative silence. Hayato stared at the photos, his mind trying to piece together the puzzle. If it wasn't Slayers or Hunters, then who—or what—was responsible? And why were they targeting the Savages?
After a moment, Hayato looked up. "Do we have any leads? Any way to find out who these 'mystery individuals' are?"
Sasagawa sighed, his gaze distant. "Not much. Just the locations where these incidents occurred. But the patterns are inconsistent. They seem to operate independently, with no discernible motive or method."
Hayato tapped the folder thoughtfully. "Then I'll investigate. If there's even a chance these individuals can help us, I need to find out who they are. But first… we need to prepare for the Third Attack."
Sasagawa nodded, his expression one of approval. "I was hoping you'd say that. Your reputation precedes you, Kisaragi. If anyone can get to the bottom of this, it's you."
Hayato stood, his determination renewed. "I'll need time to prepare. Resources, intel, and access to the locations in this file."
"You'll have everything you need," Sasagawa assured him, rising to his feet as well. "We're counting on you, Kisaragi. The world is counting on you."
Hayato nodded, a solemn resolve in his eyes. "I won't let them down." He shakes hands with Sasagawa. "not ever."
After the meeting is done, Hayato left the office, and is currently riding the elevator that is bringing down to the ground floor. The young man carrying the classified folder in his grasp and soon kept it hidden in his bag. his mind replayed the conversation with Sasagawa. The Savages were on the move again, and this time, there were new variables at play.
"It's time for another war, huh?" Hayato thought out loud as he then walks out of the elevator when it reached the ground floor. The young man walked out of the building and finds that the sun was setting in the horizon and the sky turned orangeish dark. "looks like the meeting took longer than usual…"
Hayato thought about if he should get to the bullet train to get back to Karen and the others, but after the meeting; he decided to stay a bit to do some studying about the stuff he had learned from Sasagawa.
"if I'm going to be staying here…" Hayato takes out the business card that Serivia gave to him and reads the name of the Hotspring inn. "Harunamichi Inn, huh?"
He shrugs his shoulders, pocketed the card, and went out before calling in a cab that came to pick him up.
The setting sun bathed the landscape in warm hues of orange and crimson, the light fading gradually into the horizon. Hayate rode in the back seat of the cab as he gazes at the view before he pulled out Serivia's business card again, flipping it over in his hand as if studying the simple yet elegant design could distract him from the weight of Sasagawa's words.
"Harunamichi Inn," Hayato muttered to himself. "Sounds peaceful enough. Maybe I'll get to clear my head a bit."
The cab slowed to a stop after a short drive through winding roads lined with tall cedar trees. The driver gestured toward an ornate wooden gate framed by stone lanterns glowing faintly in the twilight. The characters for Harunamichi Inn were carved meticulously into the wooden archway above.
"This is your stop, sir," the driver said with a polite nod.
Hayato stepped out of the cab, his bag slung over one shoulder, and stood for a moment to take in the scene before him. The inn was a vision of traditional Japanese architecture—a sprawling complex of wooden buildings with slanted tiled roofs, each corner adorned with intricate carvings. A koi pond shimmered under the moonlight near the entrance, and the sound of water trickling over stones added to the serene atmosphere.
He approached the main door, sliding it open to reveal a cozy yet elegant interior. Warm light from paper lanterns cast a soft glow over the tatami floors and wooden beams. The air carried a faint hint of incense mixed with the natural aroma of cedarwood.
As Hayato stepped into the lobby, a familiar voice greeted him.
"Welcome, Kisaragi Hayato," Serivia Notredame greeted him, her tone both cheerful and formal. She stood behind the reception desk, her ever-composed smile lighting up her face.
"Good to see you again," Hayato replied with a slight nod. "Didn't expect to find you working here tonight."
"Well, I do juggle two jobs, as you know," Serivia said with a playful shrug. "But I'm glad you decided to visit. What brings you to the Harunamichi Inn?"
Hayato set his bag down on the counter and leaned slightly forward. "I needed a place to stay the night. Had a long meeting earlier, and I'll be heading back tomorrow morning. One room for the night and a quick dinner if possible."
Serivia's eyes brightened, and she gave a small bow. "Of course. It's an honor to host the famed Savage Killer at our humble establishment." She swiftly turned to the register, her hands moving with practiced ease. "I'll have your room prepared immediately. We also offer an open-air hot spring if you'd like to relax before your meal."
"That sounds perfect," Hayato replied.
After completing the registration, Serivia stepped out from behind the counter. "Follow me. I'll show you to your room."
The room Serivia led him to was modest yet refined, with sliding shoji doors, a low table, and futon bedding neatly arranged on tatami mats. A vase of fresh flowers rested on a small wooden stand near the window, which offered a stunning view of the surrounding forest.
"If you need anything, please don't hesitate to ask," Serivia said with a smile as she slid the door shut behind her.
Hayato set his bag down and stretched his shoulders. The stress of the day weighed on him, but the tranquil environment seemed to chip away at it. He changed into the inn-provided yukata and headed toward the hot spring area Serivia had mentioned earlier.
The open-air bath was a masterpiece of nature and human craftsmanship blended seamlessly together. Steam rose in soft tendrils from the mineral-rich waters, illuminated by the soft glow of lanterns positioned along the edges. Rocks and carefully placed plants framed the pool, giving it the appearance of a secluded mountain spring.
Hayato stepped into the water, feeling the warmth envelop him like a comforting embrace. He let out a long breath as he sank down to his shoulders, resting his arms on the pool's edge. A small wooden barrel floated nearby, filled with chilled sake. Hayato poured himself a small cup and took a sip, savoring the sharp, clean flavor.
For a while, he simply relaxed, allowing his mind to drift. But inevitably, his thoughts returned to the meeting with Sasagawa.
"The Savages are coming back," he murmured to himself, watching the ripples in the water. "And those mysterious individuals… what the hell are they?"
He tried to piece together the fragmented reports in his mind. No energy signatures, no Variable Stone resonance—just unexplained deaths and blurry photos. It didn't make sense.
Hayato rubbed his temples and sighed. "Enough of that for now," he muttered. The heat of the spring was beginning to ease the tension in his muscles, and he decided to let it work its magic without interference from his overactive mind.
After his bath, Hayato returned to his room feeling refreshed. He had changed into a blue yukata, the fabric soft against his skin. A knock at the door announced the arrival of his dinner—a traditional Japanese meal beautifully arranged on a lacquered tray.
The dishes were a feast for the senses: grilled fish glistening with a hint of soy glaze, a bowl of steaming miso soup, pickled vegetables arranged like a tiny garden, and a small plate of sashimi so fresh it seemed to glimmer. Hayato sat cross-legged at the low table and began to eat, savoring each bite.
As he finished his meal, he pulled out his phone and dialed a familiar number. The line buzzed for a moment before a voice answered.
"Ryusei here."
"Hey, it's me," Hayato said, leaning back against the wall.
"Hayato! Where are you? I thought you'd be back by now."
"Change of plans. I'm staying the night at a hot spring inn. Needed a break after today's meeting."
Ryusei chuckled. "A hot spring, huh? Must be nice. You deserve the rest, though. What's the plan for tomorrow?"
"I'll be back in the morning," Hayato replied. "got a lot of stuff to do afterwards."
"Got it. Stay safe out there."
"You too," Hayato said before ending the call.
He set the phone down and glanced out the window. The night sky was clear, the stars twinkling against the inky blackness. For the first time in what felt like ages, Hayato allowed himself to feel a small measure of peace.
Some hours later. The room was dark, lit only by the faint moonlight filtering through the shoji screen. The sounds of the night—the occasional rustle of leaves and the chirping of crickets—provided a tranquil lullaby that had lulled Hayato into a light sleep. His body, still warm from the hot spring bath, felt heavy and relaxed against the futon.
He was sleeping soundly for a moment before he slowly wakes up from the sound his senses picked up.
It was the faint sound of footsteps in the hallway that stirred him from his slumber. Hayato's eyes fluttered open, one hand instinctively moving to the edge of the futon. He listened closely. The footsteps were soft, hesitant, but definitely approaching his room.
Before he could decide whether to call out or investigate, the sliding door to his room began to move. It opened slowly, revealing a faint silhouette framed by the hallway's dim light. Hayato narrowed his eyes, his muscles tensing.
The figure stepped inside, and as the moonlight fell on her, Hayato recognized her immediately.
"Serivia?" he whispered under his breath, his confusion mounting.
She looked different. Serivia's usual composed demeanor was nowhere to be seen. Her eyes were half-lidded, her expression soft and drowsy, as though she were caught in the haze of sleep. She was clad in a delicate, white negligee that seemed to shimmer faintly in the moonlight. The material was sheer, revealing the contours of her figure and the faint outlines of her undergarments beneath.
Hayato felt his face grow warm, but his immediate reaction was not embarrassment—it was sheer bewilderment.
"What is she doing?" he muttered internally, remaining as still as possible.
Serivia didn't speak. Instead, she shuffled closer, her bare feet making barely a sound against the tatami mats. Her movements were slow and unsteady, as if she were navigating through a dream.
Before Hayato could say anything, she lowered herself onto the futon beside him. Then, to his utter disbelief, she curled up against him, resting her head on his chest.
"Mm... warm..." she mumbled, her voice barely audible. Her breath was soft and steady, her hands clutching lightly at the fabric of his yukata.
Hayato stared at the ceiling, his heart pounding in his chest. His mind raced, torn between alarm, confusion, and a faint sense of absurdity.
"Is she... sleepwalking?" he wondered. It was the only explanation that made any sense. There was no way Serivia would intentionally barge into his room like this—much less dressed like... that.
"Serivia," he whispered, his voice low but firm. He hesitated to touch her, unsure of how she might react if he tried to wake her. "Hey. You're in the wrong room."
She didn't respond. Instead, she let out a soft sigh, her weight settling more fully against him as though she'd found the most comfortable spot in the world.
Hayato sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Great. Just great," he muttered under his breath.
He considered his options. Waking her up seemed like the logical choice, but he'd heard stories about how disoriented sleepwalkers could become if roused suddenly. On the other hand, letting her stay there felt... awkward, to say the least.
As he mulled over his next move, Serivia shifted slightly, her face nuzzling against his chest.
Hayato sighed, his gaze fixed on the ceiling as the soft sound of Serivia's breathing filled the quiet room. Her head was nestled against his chest, her hair fanned out over the futon.
"This is ridiculous," Hayato muttered under his breath.
He glanced down at her sleeping face, noticing how peaceful she looked. Too peaceful, considering the circumstances.
"Okay, enough of this," he thought, a plan forming in his mind.
Hayato raised a finger and lightly poked her cheek.
"Hey. Serivia." No response. Her lips twitched slightly, but she didn't stir.
He poked her again, this time with a little more force. Her cheek squished under his finger, and Hayato couldn't help but think how soft it felt.
"Wake up," he said, keeping his voice low.
Still nothing.
Hayato narrowed his eyes. "You asked for this."
He poked her cheek again. And again. And again, alternating sides like he was pressing buttons on a game console.
Finally, Serivia let out a soft groan, her eyes fluttering open. She blinked a few times, her expression drowsy and unfocused.
"Mm... what...?" she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.
Hayato raised an eyebrow. "Good morning, Sleeping Beauty."
Serivia blinked up at him, her gaze hazy. She tilted her head slightly, as though trying to process her surroundings. Then, her eyes landed on Hayato's face, and her brows furrowed in confusion.
"Hayato?" she asked, her tone dreamy. "Why are you in my bed?"
Hayato stared at her, deadpan. "Your bed?"
Serivia nodded slowly, still not fully awake. "Mm-hmm. This is my room."
Hayato pinched the bridge of his nose. "No, it's not. This is my room. You came in here, half-asleep, and decided to use me as your personal pillow."
There was a long pause as Serivia stared at him, her mind working sluggishly to piece everything together.
"My room...?" she murmured, glancing around. Her sleepy gaze moved to the walls, the furniture, and finally the sliding door. Recognition slowly dawned on her face.
"Oh," she said softly.
Another pause.
"...Oh!" she exclaimed, her voice shooting up an octave.
She bolted upright, her drowsiness vanishing in an instant. Her hands flew to her face as she turned bright red, the realization hitting her like a freight train.
"I-I-I'm so sorry!" she stammered, bowing her head so quickly that her hair nearly whipped Hayato in the face. "I didn't mean to—! I wasn't trying to—! Oh my gosh, this is so embarrassing!"
Hayato leaned back slightly, watching her flustered display with a mix of amusement and exasperation.
"It's fine," he said, waving a hand. "You were sleepwalking, right? It happens."
Serivia peeked at him through her fingers, her cheeks still crimson. "I-I think so," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't remember much, but... oh no, this is so inappropriate!"
Hayato shrugged, lying back against the futon. "Honestly, I've had worse surprises. Just don't make a habit of it, okay?"
Serivia let out a squeaky noise that sounded like a cross between a groan and a whimper. "I swear this has never happened before! I'm so, so sorry!" She scrambled to her feet immediately. "I'll leave right now! I'm so s- Kyah~!" she tripped and fell on the floor face first. "owie~!"
"hey, are you alright?" Hayato asks as he sees Serivia slowly sitting up while rubbing a hand to her face.
"owie~…" Serivia held a hand to her nose, the woman not noticing that her negligee had come loose and leaves her top undergarment revealed for Hayato to see. "my nose~"
'wow…' Hayato sees the size of Serivia's bossoms and saw how big they really are. 'and I thought Miharu had the biggest ones I've ever seen..' he remembered his first encounter with Serivia and the second, him realizing that her clothes might have hide how big her bossoms were.
"I'm so clumsy…" Serivia mumbled out as she gently massage her nose a bit before noticing Hayato who had been silent. "eh?" she sees where he was looking and she looks down to see her chest bare for him to see. "eh? Ahh~!" she quickly covered herself. "No~! don't look~!"
As Serivia tries to cover herself, Hayato moved in and grabbed her by the shoulders.
"eh?" Serivia looks at the young man before squeaking in surprise when he suddenly got her to lie on his futon flat. "w-wha!? K-Kisaragi-san!?" Hayato then placed a hand to the side of her head and leans down to look at her more closer. "u-um? What are you doing, Kisaragi-san?"
Hayato leaned down slightly, his face now closer to hers, his intense gaze locking with her wide, startled eyes.
"I was just wondering..." he began, his voice low and teasing, "what kind of person sleepwalks into someone else's room and acts like it's completely normal?"
Serivia gulped, her breath hitching as she struggled to process the situation. "I-I wasn't acting like it was normal! I... I didn't even realize I was here!"
Hayato smirked, his tone taking on a playful edge. "So, what's the plan now, Miss Notredame? Are you going to run away, or are you planning to sleep here for the rest of the night?"
Her eyes darted nervously, her hands fidgeting against the futon. "I-I should leave! T-This is highly improper! B-Besides, what would people think if they found out?"
Hayato tilted his head slightly, his expression softening. "Relax. No one's going to find out. Your secret's safe with me."
Despite his reassurance, Serivia's blush only deepened. "B-But still... this is so embarrassing!"
Hayato chuckled softly, the sound warm and surprisingly gentle. "You're too uptight about this."
Before she could respond, he leaned closer, his hand brushing against her cheek for the briefest of moments. Serivia froze, her breath catching as his fingertips traced an imaginary line down to her chin.
"are you in love with someone, Miss Serivia?" Hayato asks in a low voice as his right hand went and grasps Serivia's left hand. "or perhaps you are just seeing someone?"
"n-no…not really." Serivia mumbled out while blushing a bit. "why..w-why you ask?"
Hayato chuckles as he raises her hand to his lips and give it a peck which made her blush grew.
"wanna do it?" Hayato asks and Serivia made a confused noise for a moment before her blush intensified and she shyly looks away.
"b-but I'm….not that beautiful and…" Serivia whispers out as she looks embarrassed. "i-I'm a bit…plump.."
"I find that as a no problem for me." Hayato said before he leans close to her ear and breathes a hot puff that made her squeak a bit. "and you didn't say no, right?"
"i-if you're okay with me…" Serivia mumbled out before squeaking a bit more when Hayato leans in and brushes his lips against her earlobe that he licks once. "n-not my ear~!"
"alright.." Hayato whispers. "where do you want me to touch first?"
Serivia looks all shy and embarrassed before she grasps his hand and gently leads it to touch and grope her right breast, pushing his fingers into her flesh.
"from here…" Serivia spoke out as she took hold of his other hand, bringing it up to her other breast. "I know…boys like them big, right?"
'this must be a record holder..' Hayato felt how deep his fingers sank into her chest. He appreciated the sheer size of her bosom, how each of her breasts were very plump, how, even though somewhat constrained by her bra, they hung big and strong. 'Miharu might really have a contender for size..'
Hayato started to squeeze Serivia's mounds several times, his fingers groping and then loosening its hold on the bossoms which made the woman's cheeks flush red while her lips were clamped shut to stop any little moaning to come out.
After some time, Hayato stops and Serivia slowly sits up.
"m-my bra…" Serivia reaches her hands to her back, her fingers trying to unclasp the hook a few times but they failed. "where is.."
Hayato helped her as he unhooked the strap and the moment he did, Serivia's mounds slipped out of her bra and literally bounced around a few times before settling.
"i-I know that they're big than any normal woman, but they're somewhat…" Serivia spoke out while covering her breasts with one hand while the other discards her bra to the side. "um…are they too…?"
"no." Hayato replied as he dove into her bosom, roughly grasping at her breasts and invoking a moan that interrupted her. He not only squeezed, but he moved both his hands and her teats, as if he were kneading dough. In truth, the sensation was quite similar, only that they were far softer, warmer, fleshier, and they did not stick to his fingers.
Much like a big pair of pillows, he squished and played with them, and his hands gravitated towards her nipples as they slowly grew stiffer and stiffer. She gasped when he took hold of one of the pink nubs, which only urged him to do more. He held her nipple between his fingers, squeezed it lightly, then more roughly, then he pulled on it, and she moaned more and more intensely.
He moved his face closer to her left nipple, and his breath tickled it, no doubt, as he held the gigantic teat with both hands. Hayato lowered his head, and wrapped his lips around it.
"m-my nipple is…!?" Serivia moans out as Hayato started to play with her left breast's nipple, his tongue wrapped around it, pushed and bent it, and it made the woman moan even more.
His teeth lightly pressed against the pink nub in his mouth, and Serivia arched her back, pushing him up, while giving out a whine, filled with a tangible pleasure. That, however, was not the only thing that suddenly started filling up. Hayato's eyes went wide as the warm liquid started squirting into his mouth, bathing his tongue in its unbelievable taste. Breast milk. He hungrily suckled on her nipple, while her hand reached for her other teat and started playing with it which resulted in more white liquid to leak out.
Hayato released her left nipple and with fiendish swiftness transitioned to her right breast, her hand moving onto the back of his head and pushing him down on her magnificent flesh mound. His fingers sunk into the gargantuan orb of raw sexuality and he wasted no time with shoving the pink bud into his mouth, gently nibbling on it, sucking and licking at it with his tongue. His right arm was wrapped around her left boob, pulling it towards her right tit.
Serivia moaned and whined as milk splurted from her nipple and into his mouth, and he hungrily suckled on the stiff peak of her breasts.
"Not so roughly!" She whined, all the while pushing him down onto herself. He released her nipple with a wet pop, but before she could catch her breath he pushed her breasts together, making her pink nubs rub against one another, and enveloped them in his mouth. Her loud moans returned as he held them between his teeth and pulled, making them spray large amounts of milk, after which he lowered himself and did it again and again.
His mouth was producing saliva, and that was drooling down her great bosom, lubing it up. Hayato was simply enjoying the moment, and, for him, it was the most enjoyable moment he had ever had the joy of experiencing. Her moans, her expression, her breasts, her whole being, it seemed to call out to him at a frequency he did not know of, and it was not magic, it was something else.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of bliss, he felt an urge to do something else. That urge was coming not from his mind, but from something far more primal and less prone to control. His groin was on fire, and with every motion he felt his phallus rubbing against his pants roughly, as if there was far too little room to fit his member. He released her massive teats from his mouth, and they plopped down onto her chest, a wet, slick sound accompanying her moans.
"I'm surprised." Hayato wipes some of the white liquid on his cheeks and smiles. "for you to be able to produce breast milk…are you a mother?"
"n-no.." Serivia moaned out as she panted a bit. "i-I'm just….able to do so.."
"ho~?" Hayato looks amused. 'if I have her around, Miharu would have more free time with me.'
"um.." Serivia slowly sits up a bit and looks at Hayato with a somewhat panting face. "do you still…" her eyes glances down and sees the bulge under his yukata. "want to continue?"
Hayato chuckles before he stood up and proceeded to unfasten the obi and stripped himself down to his birthday suit.
"need to ask?" Hayato asks, his junior released and in full glory, the size of it making Serivia gulp her throat unconsciously.
After a moment of rest, Serivia pushed herself into a sitting position and her head found itself straight against his penis.
"so big…." Serivia whispers as she slowly opened her lips with her tongue sticking out a bit. Her next action is fully opening her mouth and kissing her lips against the tip of Hayato's hard junior before she slid her head down along its whole length, stuffing the flesh rod right into her throat.
Hayato grunts and moans a bit as he bucked his hips and started thrusting into Serivia's mouth that made muffled wet noises. His right hand holding her head as he keeps on guiding his junior in and out of her mouth.
In a mere minute, Hayato's rod thrusts in and instantly came with spraying his seed inside.
Serivia made a muffled surprised noise as her cheeks puffs up a bit and her eyes wide as saucers.
For a moment, Hayato grunts and groans a few times as he held Serivia's head before slowly pulling out his junior that has a white wet sticky string on the tip.
"you can take quite the load, can't you?" Hayato asks as he watches Serivia hold a hand to her mouth, she was a little surprised after the unleashed load in her throat. It took a moment before she slowly gulped it all down and then gasps while sticking out her tongue to him.
"want to go to the next stage?" Hayato asks as Serivia pants a bit before nodding her head.
In a second, Serivia stood up and strips her negligee before her panties followed. The woman's nether region leaking her juices.
"come on top of me." Hayato said and Serivia followed his instruction.
Hayato lies on the futon and Serivia slowly got on top of him. Her legs spread and knees slowly bent as she positioned her bottoms lips to the young man's tower rod.
"ready?" Hayato asks and Serivia nodded, her left hand spreads open her pussy's lips and her right hand holds his junior that is guided to her dripping wet hot hole.
Serivia bent herself forward, her breasts dragging along his chest, making him feel tingles all over his front, and she moaned quietly as she lowered herself onto his penis. First, his tip went in, and it was engulfed by a wet, warm and sticky set of fleshy walls, which clamped down on the rod almost too hard.
'she's as tight as Vitally!' Hayato groaned and gasped as the sensation only increased in severity as his glans completely slid in. The dragging of his stiff prick against her flesh, the monstrous force that she exhibited as she clamped down on his shaft, he felt his mind going numb.
Serivia lowered her face and their lips met, and she kissed him deeply. Her tongue found itself sliding into his mouth. Her honeypot devoured more and more of his penis. She ran her hands up and down his body, while slowly moving her hips in circular motions, slightly shifting his junior's position within her.
By the passing minute, the woman's movement started to follow a different tempo. Slowly raising her hips and then lowering them, sliding her quim all over his phallus. Hayato grasps her breasts and pinched her nipples which intensifies the sensation for Serivia who had her milk squeezed out with each pull on her teats like she was a cow being milked. In a moment, the young man started to grope and squeeze her breasts even stronger than before.
Serivia moaned loudly in the kiss, as if a sudden spike of pleasure had ravaged her body.
"mmghh~! Mmmghh~!" Serivia moans as her hips moved in humping down on top of his junior but that pleasure from doing such action intensified when Hayato moved his hands from her breasts to her plump buttcheeks that gets squeezed and groped. "mmghh~!"
After some hard thrusting, Serivia humps her hips down and is met with the gush of hot liquid that blasted her inner flesh wall and filled her up.
Both Hayato and Serivia separated from their kiss, the young man panting a bit while Serivia seeming to be in a daze as she had felt an intense orgasm after ejaculating with him.
"s-so full…" Serivia could feel how much seed was pumped into her womb, the liquid just swimming inside of her and is also slowly leaking out.
"let's continue.." Hayato said, not having enough as he proceeded to flip their positions with him on top of Serivia. He leans up and grabs her right leg that was lifted up to make her body shift to the side. The man instantly thrusting his still hard dick into her wet snatch and causing the woman to moan in an instant.
"n-no~! be…aahh~! Gentle~!" Serivia cried out as Hayato's thrusting is making her breasts bounce each time he goes in and out. The wet sounds of this vulgar lovemaking only made him more and more aroused, and he pumped more and more, thrusting into her wet snatch without mercy. "ahhh~!"
Serivia's tongue had lolled out and she was wailing like a common whore, or what Hayato would have imagined those sounded like.
"I'm cumming~! I'm cumming~! I'M CUMMING~!" Serivia moaned out before screaming in pleasure as she reached her orgasm very fast due to her sensitivity from the previous climax. Hayato did one hard thrust and instantly blasted another load of his seed into her flooded womb. "I'M CUMMING~!"
Hayato made a long grunting noise as his load keeps on pumping into her womb. The young man continued to make a grunt before he sighs and looks a bit satisfied. The young man looks down and smiles at Serivia who laid on the futon and breathed heavily, her posture and appearance a bit in a mess as she had reached her second climax so fast.
"hey..the night is still young." Hayato said as he leans down and gently made Serivia look at him. "let's keep on doing till morning, okay?"
Serivia didn't respond as she just panted her breathing with her tongue sticking out.
The morning sun bathed the Harunamichi Inn in a soft, golden glow as Hayato stepped out of the entrance. A gentle breeze ruffled his hair, carrying with it the scent of freshly bloomed flowers from the inn's garden. He stood for a moment, taking a deep breath, his expression unusually serene.
The cab he had called earlier rolled up to the entrance, its tires crunching against the gravel driveway. Hayato adjusted the strap of his bag over his shoulder, his fingers brushing against the folder tucked safely inside. As he opened the car door, he couldn't help but let a faint smile cross his face as he glances back at the Inn.
"Guess I'll have to come back here again," he murmured to himself, before he turns and stepping into the vehicle.
The cab driver gave him a polite nod as he settled into the back seat. As the vehicle pulled away, Hayato glanced back at the inn through the window, his mind replaying the events of the previous night. Serivia's warmth, her graceful mannerisms, and her unexpected layers of charm lingered in his thoughts.
'I'll find a way to get her to join Little Garden someday,' Hayato thought, a mix of determination and something more personal flickering in his eyes. 'She'd be an incredible ally… and maybe something more.'
The cab turned a corner, and the inn disappeared from view. Hayato leaving for the train station as he plans to get back to the town where his sister awaits him.
Inside Hayato's vacated room, Serivia sat on the futon, her delicate figure draped in the thick blanket she had pulled around herself. Her yellowish golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her face as she stared at a tablet mounted on a stand. The live feed showed Hayato's cab driving away, slowly shrinking into the distance.
A gentle, satisfied smile played on her lips. She traced a finger along the edge of the screen, watching until the cab was completely out of sight.
"Such a fascinating human…" she whispered to herself.
Her free hand reached out to the small bedside table, picking up a glass vial filled with a white substance. She held it up to the morning light, examining the contents with a glint of curiosity and something deeper in her eyes.
"A fine male indeed," she murmured, twirling the vial lightly between her fingers. "Strong, determined, and… so passionate…."
The tablet emitted a soft chime, signaling an incoming call. Serivia placed the vial back onto the table and tapped the screen, accepting the video feed. The face of the caller remained obscured in shadows, their voice low and commanding.
"Did you complete your mission, Serivia?" the caller asked, their tone leaving no room for ambiguity.
Serivia tilted her head, her smile turning coy. "Of course. I acquired exactly what you wanted." She reached for the vial and held it up to the camera, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "A perfect sample of the Savage Killer's DNA. It's ready for immediate analysis."
The figure in the shadows hummed in approval. "Excellent. Send it to us without delay. His genetic profile may hold the key to our project."
Serivia's smile widened slightly, though there was a possessiveness in her gaze. "Kisaragi Hayato is unlike any human I've encountered. He may prove to be more of an asset than you imagine. But…" Her voice dipped into something softer, almost sultry. "He's also quite resilient. If you think you can control him easily, you'll find yourself sorely mistaken."
The caller's tone grew sharper. "Can he be turned to our side?"
Serivia leaned closer to the camera, her eyes gleaming. "Perhaps. But I'll warn you—his will is strong. Breaking it will be no simple task. Still…" She ran a hand through her hair, her expression softening with a mixture of desire and amusement. "I'd prefer not to break him. He's far too valuable to waste. If it were up to me, I'd make him my mate. Permanently."
The caller was silent for a moment before speaking again. "Focus on the mission. Send the sample. And keep a close watch on Kisaragi. If he becomes a threat, we will neutralize him."
Serivia's smile faltered slightly, her tone sharpening as she replied. "Neutralizing him isn't an option. He's far more useful alive than dead."
The shadowy figure didn't respond immediately, but the unspoken tension hung in the air. Finally, they said, "Do not let your personal feelings interfere, Serivia. We'll expect the sample soon."
The call ended abruptly, the screen going dark. Serivia stared at it for a moment, her fingers brushing against the vial once more.
"Personal feelings, huh?" she murmured to herself, a playful smile returning to her lips. "Maybe. But if they think they can use him without my say, they're mistaken." She stood, her figure elegant even in her relaxed state, and made her way to a small, high-tech case sitting on the room's desk. Placing the vial inside, she locked it securely before preparing to send it to her mysterious associates.
As she worked, her mind wandered back to Hayato. Her smile softened, her expression thoughtful.
"We'll meet again, Hayato," she whispered, her tone laced with promise. "And when we do…" she went and gently traces a hand to where her womb is. "you'll even meet our child growing within me.."
That's a wrap!
Bye bye