"Ughh..."

Asagi couldn't sleep. Despite feeling tipsy from drinking, the effect hardly helped her rest tonight, which was a strange thing to happen. The little hobby usually worked well, maybe it was due to the wines she used to consume at home and not premium sakes provided by the inn.

She turned over on the mattress to check on the partner who seemed to have entered a light drowse.

"Fuuma-kun..."

Kotaro, her subordinate and Captain of the Task Force, showed no reaction to her voice. The snores kept on as it supposed to be in the middle of the night.

Before going to bed, they had shared a drink to celebrate the end of a week-long mission. He volunteered to be her drinking buddy despite the experience he got was from the part time job at Shizuru's bar. And knowing Yomihara's citizens, his experience with beverage was inevitable. Kotaro was confident about his tolerance, only for the self-proclaimed remark to eventually blow up in his face. Sake sunk into the system much slower than beers and wines, it would become a roughed punch to the gut to those who underestimated its effect.

Asagi was hesitated about letting him join in. He insisted otherwise. And of course, the fun evening ended with him going to bed on an empty stomach. At the very least, Kotaro didn't regret the decision when he was sleeping like a log after days of working.

Which turned out to be another odd detail to think about.

Asagi couldn't sleep even though they shared the same amount of drinks. She didn't feel sobered, her head was light, semi-enveloped by a blankness yet not freed from intrusive thoughts. For some reason, she remembered their conversation last night vividly like the moment was flashing in front of her eyes.

"So I've been wondering, about the Crest. It's been some times since that letter from Dakini and we still have nothing to work on, not even a single clue. Asagi, have you been doing alright?"

Her cheeks flushed and heart tingled, unsure why the memory would resurface with such an effect. Maybe this was due to the influence of the premium sake they consumed, it boosted her mood. She had told him the Crest wasn't much of a hindrance.

Still, Dakini's stolen magic was not something to be underestimated. If three thousand times the stimulation quote was a thing in the Dark World, this magic would come close. Though, not to the point of endangering the body.

A part Asagi had something going for him, just the way he looked at her in worry brought about a warming sensation. Being the Almighty Taimanin, most considered her to be capable at anything and any concern they had for her would be invalid, which was far from the truth. Asagi always needed a helping hand whenever she could. Shiranui, Murasaki and Yamato of Section Three were some of the best supporters she'd got, she was glad to have them by her side.

As of now, with the establishment of the Task Force, the burdens on her shoulders lessened thanks to their works on the field.

It was getting hotter underneath the blanket. Asagi grabbed the air-con remote to check the temperature. The numbers on it contradicted her thought, she should be feeling cold right now if it wasn't for the blanket. Quite a few strange things to happen in one night, and it mostly happened to her.

No...wait a minute.

A thought came to her. She pushed away the blanket and peeked into the yukata. A faint light was there, at the stomach.

"Uhm~!"

Asagi covered her mouth after slipping a sensuous moan. It was the Crest's doing! Her own body heated up was because of it! Her skin was getting hotter as the sensitivity increased. Of all the timing, it had to be in the middle of a night!

Asagi got out of the floor bed, shaky gasps desperate held in the throat as the sensation generated by the Crest hit all the right spots in her body. The urge in her was rising. The fabric wrapped around her didn't help, the rubbing against her skin as she moved brought more itches.

Mmmnnhhh~. So turned o-No! Keep your thoughts straight!

Doing her best to ignore the stimulations within the body, Asagi's foggy mind tried to think of a way to get through this. Teal eyes glanced at Kotaro, her partner didn't seem to be aware of the situation.

"Fuuma...kugh!"

Asagi couldn't stand, trembling knees hugged together, struggled to support her legs while she buried her face into the forearm to mute the moan. She wanted to curse the damn magic, whatever she'd said about it last night, she took it all back.

This was the third time it happened, she wouldn't be surprised. But getting horny in the middle of a night for no reason was a big hindrance! Fuuaahhh~! It was leaking out!

Asagi shoved her other hand down the yukata, holding back the lust that was about to wet her black lingerie. By no mean she was wearing it for the occasion where there was only her and Kotaro sharing the room in a deserted inn, which located in the middle of the ancient forest.

A one-handed seal formed, Asagi held her breath to concentrate Taima particles. Using Bedroom Art to shift the euphoria outside the body, she dulled all her senses to prevent herself from reaching the high as nectars spilled over the inner thighs. The next wave of pleasure would surely hit, Asagi felt it coming. Before that happened, her hand reached towards Kotaro to wake him up.

However, she stopped, seeing the whole hand drenched and dripping. That was one big release she didn't notice. Because the Bedroom Art technique she learned from Inage minimized the overwhelming arousal to protect the mind, Asagi didn't realize the big stain on the floor continued to spread over the tatami mattresses.

How come so much came out after one climax?! It wasn't like this before, and it didn't stop! As if the pent-up frustrations exploded in a single moment due to being suppressed for days.

Deep within, Asagi admitted that she still thought about their moments in the office and on top the skyscraper. Both had been busy with missions and paperwork to even have a proper chat, or share an intimate moment.

Except now, Kotaro was sharing the room with her for a whole week. There were plenty of opportunities for her, but Asagi didn't make a move and neither did Kotaro. They completed the mission, spent the evening drinking together, had a pleasurable conversation and nothing else had happened.

Such wasted chances. She actually wanted something to happen, a sign from him. She wanted him to make a move on her. Wait, did the Crest realize these inner thoughts? Did it see into the depth of her desire and decide to choose this moment?

Ahhhh~. It hit! The next wave made her shivering like crazy! That place below the Crest was throbbing!

Asagi bit on the sleeve of the yukata. Troublesome. The Carnal Technique became ineffective as the Crest continued to increase her desire. She might have been able to keep her mind intact. Still, it wouldn't last. The body would soon run out of strength and break down if this kept up.

She needed to gain back the control, to reduce the build up before calling for his help. Kotaro's power, the Evil Eye without a name was one peculiar existence. She'd seen and felt what it could do. It helped them resolve the shenanigan that sparked the unspoken intimacies between the two.

Even so, the Crest decided to play dirty this time, it fueled her heat and didn't spare a moment to let her body take a break. She needed to carefully maneuver the flow of Taima particles around the erogenous zones to slow down this uncanny dose of aphrodisiac.

"Mmnn. Huu...Nggfffhh~..." Asagi pressed her lips together, not wanting to let out the moans.

Suddenly, Kotaro turned over on his side. Eyes were still closing, his sleeping face directed toward her. Asagi startled, thinking the noises woke him up.

Ah. A realization drawn to her.

It was actually embarrassing.

The Crest was to blamed but Asagi couldn't shake off an unsettling thought that he would be shocked upon waking up. This time, the circumstance was different.

Although the Catalyst's touch might have been their sole solution at the moment, what would he think after knowing she was unable to resist her own desire and require his help?

Asagi knew Kotaro had always looked up to her as his mentor and as the Almighty Taimanin. Would this sight of her twist that impression in some ways? She had no clue as to what would become of his reaction. Such a scary thought had made Asagi change her mind.

Fine! She would resolve this by herself.

Gathering the strength in her legs, Asagi wobbled to the bathroom. Thank goodness, it didn't lock. The strange realm seemed to count it as part of the concealed space where she and Kotaro were being trapped.

The moment she closed the door, the Bedroom Art used to shield her mind from the stimulations dropped. Asagi felt the full impact of waves of pleasure spreading throughout her body. As fireworks burst in her vision, Asagi's back arched and her hip moved on its own. Covering the mouth with both hands, she curled her toes as the overflowing juice wet the floor. Once the climax subsided, she relaxed her whole body and stared at the shining Crest in the mirror.

"Nice try."

For an impassive magic, it didn't feel good at all. It might have plagued her with naughty thoughts, it might have aroused the lust in her to an exaggerated extent, enough to invoke a reaction. However, all the things this Love Crest could ever do were just that, truly simple. A watered-down version of a pure aphrodisiac.

Asagi was caught off guard twice due to the unexpected timing, it won't happen again. She would rather to have these emotions occur in a natural way, flowing with the moods and not being forced upon her just because she did feel like that towards a certain somebody.

Asagi undone the yukata, soaked underwear hung by the edge of the bathtub as she pulled over the curtain and ready to challenge the lewd magic engraved on her body. It was a strange battle, indeed. Since Asagi didn't need the Catalyst's involvement, it was her only option.

In Morino Yuuko own words, every magic has a cool down period as a universal rule. That should include the Love Crest as it was made of Dakini's power, no exception.

Igawa Asagi's high degree of willpower made her well-known as the unbreakable. She refused to lose to a mere stolen magic that existed only to cause inconveniences by using sexual desires. She would brace through her own lust and make it stop.

Even if it meant she must endure this for hours.

"Uhhmmnnn~."

Hot water filled up the bathtub. Asagi closed her eyes and allowed the intoxicated effect to take over.

Immediately, she came. Her hip jolted up, causing waves in the bath. Her expression barely changed, hardened and stoic teal eyes glanced at the shining Love Crest as if to mock "It's that all?"

Now that Kotaro wasn't involved, she didn't have to loosen up anymore. Asagi made sure this Crest won't get the satisfied result it wanted.

"Go ahead. Test my will, break my resolve...Oh~!"

The Crest glittered in respond, it enhanced her body sensitivity. Asagi orgasmed from the movements of water rubbing her clit. More love juices gushed out, mixed into the hot water. These sensations it caused, they didn't feel like an invisible hand was touching her, they didn't feel like her body was caressed by a person. The climax felt so empty.

Keep going. Keep trying. Some more attempts and she would use Bedroom Art to regress these sensations, and it could never bother her again.

Asagi used her fingers next. Sticking them in and out, teasing and rubbing the hot, wet walls of her inside. Her eyebrows clenched a little and a grin gradually formed, not from the pleasure brought by the magic symbol. Asagi had no doubt she can overcome this.

Her hip began to sway following the stirring motions of the fingers, Asagi's composure temporarily set aside to feel the release coming.

Slowly, water in the bathtub turned cloudy.

The arousal continued to surge.

Keeping all this noises under wraps started to become a challenge.

How long had she been at this? Asagi couldn't remember. It could have been sunrise now by the time she orgasmed for...for...Ah~!

Asagi flexed her muscles, taking her fingers out of the lower lip before she squirted again. The thought of wanting to flush down the bathtub to replace the water went blank in her mind.

This was...unbearably annoying!

The Crest showed no sign of changing back to normal. The stimulations didn't stop. Her arms were growing numb from the non-stop movements, her legs and back were sored, having too much tension for staying too long in the same position.

"Fuuma..."

It seemed without the Catalyst, this would never end. But Asagi couldn't just straight up ask him to make her come to get this whole situation over with. She wanted that moment to be something more, not a solution to a problem.

Yet, still. Knowing Kotaro, he would help her without questioning anything. She was both his mentor at Gosha and subordinate in the Task Force. He wouldn't say no to her whenever she needed him for support.

"Guuhhk~."

Another orgasm came, imagining their intimate moments together in this bathtub got her excited. Not good., Asagi felt like she was stuck in a loop. Anymore of this and she would run out of strength for real.

It had to go back to square one. It had to be Kotaro. She needed him, she needed his touch, she needed those hands to run all over her and not just relieving the flower bub. Her mouth became dried from the constant breathing, she needed to fill it up with something thick, warm and wet to sooth the throat.

Asagi unplugged the drain, let the big noise echo loudly. That should wake him up. That should provide a less embarrassed opportunity for her to take the initiative.

Thud!

She caught a sound. It was on the other side of the door. The yukata wrapped around her loosely while she rushed out the bathroom.

The mattress just moved. His mattress. And the blanket had been pulled over his face, the hair barely stuck out from underneath. Asagi knitted her brows together, standing beside his floor bed.

"Fuuma-kun, you're awaked?"

There was a light jolt. She lifted the cover to see a pair of closing eyelids twitching.

"Zzzzz." Kotaro pretended to snore.

Asagi slapped the spots next to his pillow and stayed on top him, straddled his hip with her thighs.

"You do."

The left eye opened to greet her with an awkward smile.

"Eh, I hope I didn't interrupt anything." He said.

"When did you wake up?"

"For a while."

"Then why didn't you say anything?"

She leaned down, closed to his face. Teal eyes gleamed straight into his eye, her skin now became flushed in a mixture of both horny and frustrated due to the Crest. He should think about the answer carefully.

"I'm…...you were trying not to make noises so I wasn't sure whether I should knock or not. I don't want to make you feel embarrassed."

"Is that it?" She glanced at the swelling bulge below. "You don't want to make me feel embarrassed. But you've got excited from listening to my moans."

"To be honest, yes."

Kotaro didn't hide it. The instant reply lit a fire that already burned within Asagi's body.

"Fufu~, it looks like I've been worried for nothing." Licking her lip, she leaned in and whispered to his ears. "I'll take the initiative, Fuuma-kun."

Asagi reached out and held the bulge of his pant. The Crest on her stomach glowed an enchanted pink.

The long night continued.

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