As Haruto noticed the gleam gradually returning to Miku's eyes, he knew he'd made the right call bringing her to see the four girls perform.
Bocchi, Nijika, Ryo, and Kita—those four were the very definition of people who played music for the sake of their dreams.
They were pure. Bright. Radiant.
Perhaps many people start bands, become idols, or actors with pure dreams at heart. Even willing to endure hardship to chase those dreams. But after getting worn down by the real world a few times…
Most change their minds.
Very few can truly hold on to their original intent.
It's precisely because they're so rare that such people seem so precious and dazzling.
"I think I get it now," Miku murmured.
Hearing that, Haruto smiled.
As long as he could touch even a part of this Spirit's heart, then all his effort hadn't been in vain.
Just as he reached out to ruffle her hair—
"But aren't you a bit too gentle? I've never met someone like you before. You're just ridiculous. Being this kind to a girl—are you trying to steal her heart or something? Tch tch, no wonder you've got all these girls flocking around you. I guess no one can resist."
Miku's sudden stream of complaints made it hard for Haruto to hold his composure.
He silently tried to retract his outstretched hand…
But Miku caught it and placed it on her head.
"Ahhh, no choice now. I guess I'll have to fall in love with you. Otherwise I won't be able to let this end."
She put on an exasperated face. But the corners of her mouth were betraying her with a growing smile.
If Miku had a tail, it'd be spinning like a helicopter rotor by now.
"Oh? Really? Then what if I was a guy?" Haruto asked on reflex.
Pure malicious intent.
Miku, who had been happily flustered, froze instantly.
She instinctively glanced at Haruto's face, then looked down. She lingered briefly at the two "buns," then continued scanning lower—
Until she stopped at that place.
Then her mischievous little hand began to move.
Haruto immediately broke into a cold sweat and caught her hand mid-motion.
He even gave her a flick to the forehead.
"Hehe…" Miku gave an awkward, sheepish laugh.
Well, that was pretty out of line, even for her.
Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't be this rash.
But something about Haruto's earlier comment… and recalling that strange sensation during their earlier hug…
It sparked some unhinged ideas in her head.
Still, looking at Haruto's unbelievably gorgeous face…
If this was a man, then the world had really gone insane.
Meanwhile, Haruto was thinking:
Girls nowadays… are they all this bold? And their hands aren't even clean!
"Even if you are a gu… that thing, I'd… I'd… I'd still accept it!"
Miku wanted to confidently say she'd accept him even if he were a guy.
But the words came out awkwardly and stumbled.
Which was understandable.
Psychological shadows like hers… if not slowly changed over time, they'd need one hell of a strong "medicine" to be cured.
Haruto chuckled softly.
Well, you said it yourself. Don't blame me later if the shock's too strong!
Miku suddenly shivered.
And then a question mark popped up over her head.
Do Spirits even feel cold? Why did I suddenly feel a chill? How strange…
At this point, the performance was wrapping up. It was obvious that a lot of bystanders had become fans.
After all, the girls' performance was genuinely moving.
Of course, if Bocchi could just make proper eye contact with the crowd…
They probably could've pulled even more people in.
Saito wanted to invite Haruto to meet the band afterward. But Haruto decisively refused, pulling Miku away with him.
You kidding?
In his current state, he couldn't afford to be seen—especially not by people who knew him!
By the time they left the makeshift stage, the sky had already darkened.
Just as Miku was fantasizing about what might come next…
Haruto tugged her sleeve and pointed toward a hotel.
Seeing the hotel's sign, Miku got visibly excited.
"Wha—so eager? Skipping all the steps? Can we at least go to a mall first? I need to buy a nail clipper."
Haruto glanced curiously at her fingers.
They weren't long at all—and she even had nail art done.
What's with the sudden urge to clip them?
"Let's just head in. There's a direct underground path from here to the Foundation station. If you really need nail clippers, they'll have some there."
Hearing that, Miku instantly deflated.
She thought he was skipping the movie and drinks to go straight to—
But nope.
Just Foundation business!
Damn it!
Seeing Miku's mix of disappointment and frustration, Haruto tilted his head, confused.
Tch… a woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the ocean. No way to figure it out.
In any case, Haruto decided to call it a day.
The "capture" was mostly successful.
After all, it was only their first day meeting, and he'd already gone in hard with the "medicine."
Any more, and it might not cure her trauma—it might just create new psychological damage.
Then if Miku gets even weirder, that'd be a real mess.
He'd have to take it slow.
So he tossed Miku into the residential level of the Foundation station and made his escape. Completely unaware of the resentful look behind him—like a jilted housewife in a palace drama.
Just as he was about to leave the station—a figure blocked his way.
It was Origami Tobiichi.
Ever since they'd parted ways at the café, Origami had followed the Foundation staff to the station, waiting for Haruto.
The moment she saw him, she ran and jumped into his arms.
Haruto helplessly caught the girl.
He knew Origami's situation well.
So he could understand her sudden clinginess.
Probably lacks a sense of security…
—Like hell she does!
As he held her, Origami's hands started to wander.
Haruto froze.
What the hell is this!? Seriously?
(A/N: In short, the cross-dressing was discovered. Origami concluded that it was part of Haruto's weird hobby. The specifics? Use your imagination. As for the outrageous parts—those are up to you. It's time to test everyone's imagination skills!)
(T/N: Andddd, thats what he said. Imma leave it all to your imagination.)
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(T/N: Sike! I can't trust it to leave it all to your imagination! Just took the time and be messy, I don't even know if what I wrote is connected XD . R18 ahead!)
What the hell is this!? Seriously?
When her hand finally reached Haruto's lower waist, she got confused as of why she felt it bulging. She gave it a few curious stroke as if to see what is it.
And that's bad news for Haruto who felt the gentle hands of Origami slowly massaging his dick who instantly grew.
When his cock finally grow on its full size, thats when Origami sense something was wrong. She tilted her head and said emotionlessly, "Haruto, whats this am I touching?"
Origami said while her hand was clutching Haruto's dick vice-like grip.
Facing such a question from the girl, Haruto awkwardly replied, "Ahem... thats my dick your holding, Origami..."
Origami stiffened up, her previous actions came to a halt. Blood slowly crept in to her cheeks. She was embarrassed.
Origami looked up and asked, "Then why are you looking so beautiful? Could it be.. you have a hobby in crossdressing?"
"My hobbies are normal! It was just necessary to do this because of an anomaly!"
Indignant to save his last bit of honor, Haruto almost shoutedly said. He was about to go on in explination when he felt Origami tighten her grip.
"Uhh, Origami, c-can you let go, its starting to hurt."
Not really, its just Haruto thought that its pretty embarrassing to do in public.
When Origami heard Haruto, she instinctively tried to let go. Just as she's about to, a gleam passes through her eyes. So instead of letting go, she softens her grip and slowly moved her hands up and down.
"Wait, what are you doing, Origami!?"
Haruto exclaimed as he tried to push her away, but Origami was adamant on what she's doing.
"I don't know... I just don't want to let go. And... and... its kinda hot. My body is getting hot..."
Origami said in mid strokes.
She's stroking him right there!
"Origami, wait, this is in public, stop!"
Haruto exclaimed. But, no matter what he said, the girl was not stopping.
Gritting his teeth from the rising pressure, he looked at the few bystanders and hypnotized them to forget about him and Origami. Once that's done, he used kamui and teleported to the previous love hotel where he plowed Annie's soil. He once again book a room for a few hours while Origami was still playing with his cock.
When they arrived at the room, Origami immediately went in the bed. Haruto was about to join her, but she stopped him,
"Take off your clothes." She expressionlessly said.
"Ehhh?" Haruto was caught off guard, but he was able to compose himself.
"Are you sure about this, Origami? This might change the relationship between us."
Origami just stared at him.
"If you don't want to, we can just forget everything, you know. I can erase your memories and—"
"Shut up. I did not strike you for being spineless, Haruto. Can you really not do anything when a girl is doing this."
As if to prove her point, Origami slowly took off her clothes, revealing those pale, snowy skin.
When she unhooked her bra, it revealed her perky C-cup breast. Those tantalizing pinkish mountain surrounded with glassy pale skin was enough to dispel Haruto's lingering hesitation.
And when she took off her pants, her panty was already wet, a small patch was visible in the middle.
"Take them off too. Don't leave anything."
She said.
With her current state, who would've refuse such a delicious sight.
"Okay." Haruto complied easily, the raging hormones of a teen showing in full display.
When his clothes was completely off, Origami took the opportunity to examine his body. The body that was enhanced by the blacklight virus is showing its result.
Chiseled pecs, pronounced 6-pack abs and a throbbing hard dick in full display in front of Origami.
"Beautiful."
She said, then, she spread her legs, "Now, fuck me. Fuck me hard."
Hearing that, Haruto was shocked. The emotionless Origami was talking dirty. He didn't know she's a switch.
"O-origami, calm down. This isn't like you. Whats happening."
"I told you, I don't know. My body is just... hot. My head is fuzzy. All I can think about is your dick and how much I want you to fuck me. Haruto, please."
Origami plead.
Her pussy was already dripping wet. It was leaking out. The well-groomed white pubes and the tight cave are glistening out of love juices.
"Okay, okay, just relax. I'll take care of you."
He said as he got on top of her.
Haruto is not Yuuki Rito, thats for sure.
'So if this is how she wanna play it, okay. I am not the type of saint who'll refuse when a girl just spread her legs in front of him.'
Haruto mused as he rubbed the head of his cock in the entrance of Origami's pussy.
It illicited a cute reaction from the expressionless girl. Her blue eyes clouded with lust and need looking at Haruto as if ready to swallow him whole.
"Mmmph~, Auhh~"
Origami moaned and cooed when she felt the head of his cock touch her.
"I'm gonna enter now, are you ready?"
"Yeah, please, stick it in. Fuck me."
"Okay, here I come."
And Haruto shoved his dick in making Origami moaned, the head of the penis pushing against her slit.
When he pushed a bit more deeper, he felt a thin membrane blocking his way, then seeing a smile from the expressionless face of Origami aimed at his direction, he finally plowed through, just enough to bury half of his dick.
"Ahhh, Auhhh, mmmmmmmnnnn."
Origami's virginity was taken, the thin membrane torn by Haruto's dick. She didn't felt pain, just pleasure. The pleasure of losing one's virginity and having a man's dick inside of you.
"Ahhhh, Haruto, please, fuck me harder, auhh."
No need to say more to Haruto, he quickly buried his entire length then quickly pulled out just enough for the head to remain then quickly shoving back in.
"Ahhhhhhhh, Mmmm, so gooood. Auhhh. Auuuhhhh."
Origami cried out in pleasure, her moans filling the room. Her mind was in haze, the feeling of pleasure dominating her mind, her virgin pussy was being pounded.
Haruto also experienced that feeling as well due to the tightness of Origami, his self control was slowly slipping away as he pounded much faster and harder than the last.
If any normal human girl was on the receiving end at this, they would have been long decimated by now.
"Ughh, ah, ugh, auh, so good, Auh, uhh, uhhh~."
"Haaah, uhh, Auhh, Auh, auhh, mmmmmmnnnn~~~~."
The bed creaked, the headboard slammed the wall. Sweat flowed like waterfall. Skin slapping, moans and cries, and the sound of a creaking bed dominated the room.
After a few more minutes of intense fucking, Origami came, her pussy convulsing, gripping Haruto's dick.
"Haruto, its so good, I'm cumming, ahh, auh, ahh."
After coming down from the highs, Origami looked at Haruto and muttered, "S-so that was sex... t-that was so good~"
"I'm glad you liked it." Haruto smiled, his own cock is still erect and still inside her. "Enough rest yet? I still haven't cum."
"Y-yeah. L-lets keep going, mmm, ahh."
"Alright."
Thats all the confirmation he needed as he pounded harder.
Haruto then grabbed her hips and lifted her up, changing their position into a standing 69.
"W-wait, w-what are you doing? Ah, ahh, mmmph."
"Just shut up and enjoy."
Then he plunged his dick back in, the feeling of being manhandled by Haruto made Origami even more excited. She's not the kind to enjoy being dominated, but with the man before her, she can't help it.
"Ohhh, ahh~"
Origami cried out in ecstasy, Haruto was not stopping, the force of his thrust making the bed rock and Origami bounced like a doll.
When Haruto felt his cum boiling, he anchored his feet more firmly as he piston fuck the living hell out of her.
The combined speed and power made Origami cum over and over again, her consciousness tethering in and out.
Another minute pass as Haruto announced.
"Origami, I'm cumming~"
Ropes of ropes of cum was dump deep into Origami's core, if Haruto did not modify the sperms using the blacklight virus, Haruto for sure will have little ones running around his house in the near future.
When the post nut clarity ended, Haruto was rearing to go for more. But he realized that the partner of his was unconscious from all the pounding she took from a Supreme Divinity being.
That leaves Haruto unsatisfied but he forcefully calm it down and clean them both using his powers then finally putting her to bed fully clothed.
Result of todays battle:
Haruto lost due to not being fully satisfied.
Origami lost and won at the same time.
And the almighty bed draw; because it took a pounding and lived to tell the tale.
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(The fuck did I just wrote XD)
(A/N: Then why bother padding the word count with parentheses? Because I didn't hit the word count minimum to re-upload. In this situation, I am moved and inspired to recite a poem.)
(T/N: Anddddd thats what he said :D)
"From youth I knew the pain of writing, Yet still I forge words in this dark room. Through harmony I drift like duckweed, Through censorship I stumble, alone. Thousands of strikes forge my iron heart, Exhausting mind and spirit for a single line. This day, may my words rise to the heavens—become immortal, or be condemned!"
"Wait—let me explain."
Haruto raised a hand, stopping Origami before she could say more.
If she kept misunderstanding, who knew what insane logic she'd spout next?
Haruto found an empty containment room, changed back into his male body, and swapped outfits.
He couldn't be bothered to cut his hair though, so he just left it as-is.
When he stepped out again—Origami was instantly on guard. But moments later, she stepped closer and sniffed around Haruto.
Her expressionless face lit up—well, her eyes did.
Haruto wanted to complain.
Sniffing? Really?
Are you a bloodhound or something?
Still, first things first—he had to clear things up.
In a few sentences, he explained everything about Miku.
And emphasized that the disguise was purely for completing a containment mission.
It had nothing to do with any strange kinks.
His kink preferences were completely normal!
Origami still looked a little skeptical.
But at least she wasn't making insane statements anymore.
Just as Haruto breathed a sigh of relief, Origami leaned in again—
Eyes sparkling.
And asked,
"Earlier… you said I became a Spirit. Why?"