Hayasaka's delicate bud was modestly petite, yet in moments like these, it asserted a vivid presence. A gentle touch of a fingertip prompted her to instinctively draw back her hips. The recent fervent friction had left her bud glistening with traces of her arousal, seeping through her undergarments. Further exploration revealed an even more pronounced dampness. Kagura found exquisite pleasure in the sensation of her labia—smooth and taut, seamlessly aligned without the slightest droop, yet delightfully plump to the touch.
Slipping his hand beneath Hayasaka's undergarments, he cupped her mound, his fingers enveloping the tender flesh near her petal-like lips. As he moved his hand in a rhythmic, teasing motion, the elasticity of her skin offered a delightful resistance. The faint trickle of her arousal seeped between his fingers, coating each one with her warmth. When he pressed his fingertips together and delivered a gentle pat, a soft, wet sound—almost a delicate "squelch"—resonated, a sound so enticing it sent a thrill of exhilaration through Kagura.
Having kissed her upper lips, it was now time to attend to the lower ones. Kagura settled back onto the balcony bench. Without needing a gesture, Hayasaka instinctively parted her legs and lowered herself slightly toward him, lifting her skirt to envelop his face in her intimate embrace.
Kagura's hands slid to her buttocks, his fingertips deftly parting the fabric of her undergarments to reveal her bud and the flawless seam of her flesh. The garment was pulled aside, taut against her thigh. As he kneaded her softly, his tongue danced across her now-firm bud, tracing its sensitive tip before delving into the moist crevice brimming with her essence. With a forward sweep, he gathered her sweet nectar into his mouth.
With a whispered "I love this," Hayasaka shuddered through her climax, her legs buckling as she clung to Kagura's back, trembling uncontrollably astride his face.
Only when her lower lips were swollen from his fervent ministrations, pulsating as if breathing, did Kagura relent. This time, he stood, and Hayasaka knelt before him.
Leaning against the railing with her legs parted, Hayasaka deftly unzipped Kagura's trousers, freeing the imposing length that cast a shadow across her face. She leaned forward, filling her mouth with saliva before enveloping him in a single, eager motion.
Her left hand gripped Kagura's belt to steady herself, while her right slipped beneath her skirt, teasing the now-cooling seam of her flesh to keep it perpetually moist. She paused just as he neared release, retrieving a condom from his pocket. With practiced ease, she tore it open, placed it in her mouth, and skillfully rolled it onto his still-throbbing length.
Having a woman use her mouth to apply a condom was a fantasy Kagura had once entertained. Though his awakened system allowed him to control his fertility, rendering protection unnecessary, the unique circumstances made it prudent.
Hayasaka coughed lightly, turning to face the railing. With a swift motion, she lifted her skirt, revealing the glistening, slightly parted pink seam that shimmered with delicate threads of arousal.
She reached back, her fingers adorned with teal nail polish pressing against the torn stockings near her seam. With a gentle tug, she parted her lips, exposing the succulent inner flesh and the eager entrance that awaited.
Kagura steadied his own impatient length, grasping Hayasaka's waist and thrusting deeply from behind.
Meanwhile, indoors:
"Here's the first choice, folks! We need to decide now—this is pivotal, shaping the entire narrative and the heroine's affection. What do you think? Option 3 seems promising, let's go with 3…"
Oblivious to Kagura and Hayasaka's absence, Tomoya Aki animatedly narrated to an empty room.
Amid Aki's tedious commentary, Kagura began to move slowly, savoring the "fated heroine" Hayasaka Ai, as Aki would have it.
Kagura hadn't anticipated the "absolute focus" effect on Aki to be so potent. Far from fifty minutes, Aki remained engrossed for hours, his metaphorical green cap never turning yellow. With his system-enhanced stamina, Kagura was insatiable. He and Hayasaka indulged across Aki's balcony, living room, and kitchen, even sending her to buy more condoms when the initial twelve proved insufficient.
Their fervor continued until five in the morning. Hayasaka, utterly spent, became a pliant doll in his arms, climaxing repeatedly with each murmured "I love this." Yet Kagura, still unsated, relented only when Hayasaka's exhaustion bordered on collapse.
A single "cleanse spell" restored the disheveled room to pristine order, leaving no trace of their exploits. From Hayasaka's bag, Kagura retrieved two fresh shoelaces, using one to cinch her waist snugly. He tied twenty condoms, each half-filled with his essence, to the lace, concealing them beneath her skirt.
"I knew you'd want to do this…" Hayasaka murmured, collapsing wearily onto the sofa.
"You're quite prescient, aren't you?"
Kagura placed his hand over her slick seam, silently casting "cleanse spell."
Hayasaka's body was immaculate, save for one condom Kagura deliberately left within her.
He had withdrawn but left the condom inside, carefully sealing it. From her bag, he retrieved a large rectangular bandage, affixing it from her sensitive ridge to her entrance, then helped her into her undergarments—everything perfectly in place.
Hayasaka was nearly unconscious. Kagura carried her upstairs, where Aki's cap had turned colorless, signaling the end of his focus mode. Yet, he still clutched the controller, slumped against the bed, glancing weakly at Kagura. "What… happened to Hayasaka-san…?"
The television played the game's ending music softly, likely the second installment Aki had recommended, though Kagura paid it no mind.
"She was exhausted. Said she was going to the bathroom but didn't return for a while. I found her asleep on the sofa and carried her back."
Hayasaka, regaining a sliver of strength, tapped Kagura's shoulder. He crouched, allowing her to stand shakily.
Aki, bleary-eyed, gazed at Hayasaka, marveling at her flawless makeup despite the all-nighter. "Truly… Hayasaka-san is remarkable… How was the game?"
Unbeknownst to him, beneath her chic black pleated skirt dangled twenty condoms, swaying lightly with her movements, brushing her thighs and intimate areas like wind chimes.
"Mm…" Hayasaka smoothed her skirt, stifling a yawn behind her hand. "It was… rather engaging."
"See?!" Aki tried to stand, only to collapse onto the bed, clutching his pillow. "If you want to sleep, find a spot. If you're leaving, lock the door. Thanks for humoring my ramblings all night."
"No trouble at all~"
Kagura hoisted Hayasaka onto his back, carrying her out of Aki's room.
In Aki's kitchen, he prepared breakfast for Hayasaka using ingredients from the fridge, as takeout wasn't available so early.
After eating, Hayasaka, fighting sleep, patted Kagura's cheeks. "My deepest gratitude for your hospitality… Also, Lord Kagura, I suggest hastening your search for a partner. Your ardor is… formidable. I thought I might perish."
"Got it. Head home now; I've arranged a ride."
"And you? When will you return?"
"I'll stroll around, grab a bite, and be home by afternoon. It's Sunday, after all."
"What about the condoms tied to my waist and the one inside me? How should I handle them?"
Hayasaka stood unsteadily, leaning against the wall to slip on her shoes.
Kagura knelt at the entrance, gently fitting her shoes onto her feet. Glancing up, he noted the condoms swaying beneath her skirt, their contents resembling small, pendulous eggs.
"Dispose of them at home, then rest well."
"Dispose… as in drink them?"
"Bathing in them could be novel~"
"…I'll drink them, then." Hayasaka, now in her heels, leaned on Kagura's arm, brushing a kiss against his cheek. "Enjoy your walk, and please stay safe."
"Will do."
Kagura opened the door, where Hayasaka's usual maid chauffeur awaited, curtsying gracefully.
As she left, Hayasaka beckoned Kagura closer.
He leaned in, and she nibbled his earlobe, whispering, "Perverted Young Master Kagura, my core feels like it's been doused in chili oil…"
"You… poured chili oil there?!"
"No, but I can imagine. The point is—I'll need a break."
"Understood."
Kagura agreed readily, urging her to rest.
The crimson car departed, and Kagura stretched languidly, descending the steps from Aki's house. Hands in pockets, he strolled toward the nearby FM convenience store, humming cheerfully.
"Summon assistant system."
"Greetings, Lord Kagura. How may I assist you?"
"Yesterday afternoon, I used a triple recovery potion, right?"
Feeling his consciousness detach from reality, Kagura surveyed the surreal void.
"Correct. You have two triple stamina and energy recovery potions remaining."
"That stuff is potent… Twenty-one times, and I still wanted more. Not even tired, brimming with energy." Kagura, both exhilarated and wary, asked, "No side effects, right?"
Without daily recovery, his limit was eight or nine times. Last night's potion had exceeded expectations.
"Rest assured, the system would never harm you. With your current vitality, you could qualify as an astronaut."
"…Fair enough." Yawning slightly, Kagura said, "The potion's strong. Even after all that, I'm only sleepy from the all-nighter. Can I sign in today?"
"You may."
"Do it, then dismiss yourself."
Reality returned, his faint drowsiness vanished, and his body stirred with renewed vigor.
Pity Hayasaka was too exhausted, or he could've continued all day.
Spring breezes rustled the cherry blossom-lined street. Kagura, in high spirits, spread his arms, strolling along the deserted sidewalk, eyes closed, inhaling deeply.
Cherry blossoms had little scent unless sniffed closely, but standing beneath their blooming canopy was inherently uplifting.
"Maybe grab a beer at the convenience store."
Kagura cracked his neck, hearing satisfying pops, and glanced toward Detective Slope, recalling an FM store nearby.
Then, amidst a flurry of cherry petals, he spotted a girl on the slope, gently tucking her hair behind her ear.
Her white skirt fluttered lightly, petals cascading around her. A pink-orange shawl complemented the blossoms, her dress cinched with a white bow, its layered ruffles evoking fluffy cotton candy.
A white shoulder bag with blue trim hung from her left side. Lace-edged socks were visible, though her shoes were obscured. As the breeze persisted, she pressed her bobbed hair, gazing downward with a hint of melancholy.
Kagura was momentarily entranced, noticing a white, round object rolling down the slope. For a fleeting moment, he fancied it a fantastical pet, like a fairy from folklore, utterly charming.
"A hat."
The hat stopped at his feet. He picked it up, brushing off dust and stray petals, sensing a lingering warmth from its owner.
"This encounter feels oddly romantic. Am I imagining it?"
Holding the white beret, Kagura ascended the slope swiftly.
The girl didn't react at first, but upon recognizing him, she covered her mouth in surprise, her delicate fingers framing an adorable expression. As he approached, Kagura realized—
She looked familiar. Where had he seen her?
Reaching the top, he slowed, striding toward her.
Her familiar bob and lively eyes sparked recognition—
Megumi Katou.
Yes, the girl who sat in front of him in class.
Her left hand covered her lips, eyes wide with a dreamlike disbelief. Compared to her usual classroom self, she wore subtle makeup—dark red eyeshadow lending a mature allure. Pink princess shoes and a fitted dress accentuated her graceful figure, her concealed curves now evident. If Kagura scored classroom Katou a 70, this Katou was a 95—an astonishing difference.
He placed the beret in her hesitant hand, smiling. "Good morning, Katou-san. Quite a coincidence."
"Eh… uh… Sawamura-san? It's really you?"
She clutched the brim, blinking incredulously, her muffled voice betraying surprise and quiet delight.
"Indeed, it's me. I'm not famous enough for a double yet."
"Phew…" Katou lowered her hand, holding the beret to her chest. Closing her eyes briefly to compose herself, she bowed formally. "Thank you, Sawamura-san, for retrieving my windblown hat."
"No trouble at all."
Kagura tilted his head, noting the time—just past eight, hardly eight-thirty. Dressed so elegantly on a weekend, was she meeting a boyfriend?
Curious, he asked, "Do you usually go out this early on weekends? You're up early."
"Well…" Katou gripped the beret's edge, her expression clouding with disappointment. "I got stood up today. Lame, right?"
"By a boyfriend?"
"Boyfriend?" Katou tilted her head slightly, puzzled. "I've never had one… I was supposed to meet a classmate for shopping, but she canceled last minute, saying she couldn't get up. So, I'm heading home."
"Oh?" Kagura smiled apologetically. "Sorry, I assumed you were meeting a boyfriend."
"Hm…" Katou tapped her lip, forming a dimple, and asked playfully, "So, in Sawamura-san's eyes, I'm the type with a boyfriend?"
"Dressed this cute, I thought you were off to a date."
"Oh, come on…" Katou half-hid her face with the beret, dusting it lightly. "I'm not cute enough to have a boyfriend to shop with."
"Haha, that's a bit harsh on yourself," Kagura said, stepping back. He bowed gallantly, extending his hand. "Then, would the charming Miss Katou honor me with the pleasure of being her companion for the day?"
He offered his open hand.
"Eep…"
Katou hid fully behind the beret, shifting nervously, throat bobbing, unable to speak.
"Tch, rejected already? What a pity."
"I haven't answered yet…" Katou donned the beret, glancing shyly at the slope. Hesitantly, she placed her hand in his, curtsying slightly. "Then… I'll shamelessly accept your kind offer to accompany you for the day, my lord."
"Don't bring that up!"
Kagura's composure broke, laughing as he teased. His British title always made him squirm when mentioned jokingly in Japan.
"Hehe~" Katou giggled behind her hand, her smile warming Kagura's heart.
Despite his recent exertions with Hayasaka, the "cleanse spell" left him spotless and odor-free, fit for any occasion, even a press conference.
"Need help with your bag?"
They walked toward the station. Their brief hand-holding was just a gesture; he didn't presume to cling to her hand.
"Thank you, but it's light," Katou said, adjusting her strap. Curious, she asked, "What brings you here this early, Sawamura-san?"
"Cherry blossom viewing."
He nodded toward the petal-strewn slope.
"This early? I thought boys slept in on weekends. Surprising that you're up…"
"If I weren't, I wouldn't have met you. Without this cherry-blossom-fated encounter, you'd be moping all day, wouldn't you?"
Kagura knew how disappointing it was for a girl to get ready only to be stood up. Hayasaka had once bitten him for it.
"You're quite the charmer, Sawamura-san."
"You mean a smooth-talker, don't you?"
"Not at all~ More like… you know how to read a girl's heart."
"Well, not always. I'm a master at missing the mood—call me the king of tactlessness."
They climbed the station stairs. "Who ditched you? Someone from our class?"
"Yes, we were in the same class in first year. Probably unfamiliar to you, though."
"Name?"
"Minami… Sagami Minami. Ring a bell?"
"Sagami…" Kagura scratched his cheek, shaking his head. "Nope, nothing."
As expected, she might've approached him before, but such girls rarely left an impression. Even Katou, his deskmate, took days to register.
"But you remembered my name, Sawamura-san."
"Forgetting my front-desk neighbor after a week would be rude, wouldn't it?"
"Well, true. But last year, near finals, plenty of classmates didn't know my name. It stung a bit."
"Honestly, if we weren't deskmates, I might've forgotten you too."
"You didn't have to say that…"
"See? King of tactlessness."
Kagura winked, and Katou nodded, exasperated.
At the station, Katou noticed him swipe his phone. "You use a transit card too?"
"What, you think I'm some pampered heiress needing a carriage for three steps?"
Katou likely pictured Eriri, but Kagura thought of Sora—far more the "princess," barely deigning to walk.
"The Piano Prince of Chiba, Lord Marlborough, gracing his loyal station?"
"Don't tilt your head and tease me like that!"
Kagura lightly tapped her head.
"Ow…" Katou clutched her head but didn't pout. "Where to, Sawamura-san? Shinjuku? Ginza? Shibuya or Harajuku?"
"Where do you want to go?"
"Chiba, if possible?"
"Of course~"
They boarded a train to Chiba City.
Onboard, Kagura was recognized by young women who excitedly asked for autographs. Without Katou's presence, they might've requested signatures on their undergarments.
The ride was short—ten minutes. Katou exhaled in relief. "You're quite popular, Sawamura-san."
"Too popular, sometimes."
"A woe I'll never know."
"Don't sulk. Let's shop—I'll cover today's expenses~"
"Eh, that's too much! I'd owe you a huge favor."
"Even if it's a billion, I won't make you do anything shady."
"That's… surprisingly reassuring."
"I'm no saint~"
Laughing, they exited the station.
Kagura wasn't keen on shopping but followed Katou's lead. She navigated effortlessly, guiding him through stores for two hours, buying only a jasmine tea and chatting.
10:53 a.m.
"Feeling hungry, Sawamura-san?" Katou glanced at her phone casually.
"A bit. You?"
He wasn't, but her question likely meant she was.
"A little. Any restaurant in mind?"
She opened a review app, Japan's equivalent of a rating platform.
"Up to you."
"Shouldn't the guy take charge?"
"Next date, I'll pick."
Kagura slyly proposed another outing.
"Then I'll count on you," Katou replied, feigning ignorance. She showed him her phone. "What about this place?"
A chic café with tiramisu as its signature dessert—perfect for her.
"Looks good. Let's go. Need navigation?"
"No, I know a shortcut."
Katou pocketed her phone and led the way.
At a narrow alley, she pointed across. "It's over there."
They walked side by side, the lane wide enough for four. Halfway through, six teenage delinquents appeared, laughing raucously, eyeing them maliciously.
Kagura narrowed his eyes, stopping. Katou clutched his sleeve, heart pounding.
"Idiots…"
He turned to leave, arm around Katou.
"Sorry, Sawamura-san, I didn't expect this…"
"Not your fault. Stay close."
"Mm…"
She held his arm tightly.
Three more youths blocked their retreat, led by a chubby twenty-something in baggy clothes, a cigarette dangling unlit from his lips.
"Really, in this day and age…"
Kagura sighed, standing firm.
The system chimed in his mind.
"Lord Kagura, a threat is detected. Protection mode activated. Choose from items A, B, or C to resolve the crisis, or be forcibly teleported to safety."
"Teleport? Hell, what are A, B, C?"
"A: [Void Greatsword], ten-minute duration.
B: [Strength of Nine Oxen and Two Tigers], ten-minute duration.
C: [Geass: Power of the King], four uses."
"A's a joke, right?"
Kagura scoffed. A greatsword for street punks? Overkill. B was too crude for his style. C—Lelouch's Geass—fit perfectly.
"A is serious. C is indeed Lelouch's model. Four uses. Confirm?"
Geass allowed absolute commands to anyone meeting his gaze within 300 meters, effective on multiple targets simultaneously.
"Yes, C."
His left eye tingled as reality resumed. The punks were still a short distance away.
"What do we do, Sawamura-san?" Katou bit her lip, guilt-ridden.
"Trust me."
Kagura smiled, patting her beret.
"Yo, Chiba's Piano Prince! Here to get frisky with your girl?" the chubby leader jeered.
"Frisky's the way! Show us!" his cronies catcalled.
"See?" Kagura whispered to Katou. "Too popular."
"You're joking now?"
Katou clung to him, trembling.
"Relax~"
Kagura reached for his wallet.
"Smart move," the leader sneered. "We're not as popular as you. Broke. Lend us some cash to chase girls, yeah?"
"How much?" Kagura asked, glancing back.
"We know you're loaded. Fifteen grand each, eight of us—one million yen."
"My wallet doesn't hold a million in cash~"
Kagura's tone grew menacing. Japan's largest bill was 10,000 yen; a million was a thick stack.
"Fine, ten grand then. But your girl entertains us."
The leader leered at Katou, who hid behind Kagura, shaking.
"Entertain?" Kagura locked eyes with the leader and his two lieutenants, activating Geass. "Stop hiding behind women. Don't you three adore your six male companions? Love them beyond measure."
"What the hell?" the others shouted.
Katou, confused, clung tighter.
"You're… right," the leader mumbled, leading his lieutenants toward their stunned underlings.
"Boss, what's wrong?"
"Pants off, let me taste you!"
The leader grabbed a subordinate's waistband, licking his lips.
A female voice roared, startling everyone.
"You bastards dare show up here? Know whose turf this is? Scram!"
Golden hair flashed at the alley's entrance, accompanied by thirty youths—mostly burly boys, with a few girls. The punks, outmatched, fled past Kagura and Katou.
Kagura touched his eye, amused. Saved by a street queen before the show began?
"We're safe…" Katou sagged, nearly collapsing.
Kagura caught her. "Even without her, we'd be fine."
"You protected me. Thank you."
Katou smiled gratefully, nodding. Too weak to bow, she let him hold her.
"You two, watch where you walk! Avoiding main roads to get frisky?" The golden-haired leader kicked a pebble at them, then gasped. "Wait… you're—?"
"That's Lord Sawamura!" her posse shrieked, swarming Kagura for autographs, some brushing against him.
"Hey!" The leader shoved the closest girl back, scolding, "Have some manners! You're not starved for men!"
"Yes, Big Sis!" The girls stepped back, bowing. "Sorry for the rudeness!"
"You're…" Kagura inhaled, staring at the golden-haired girl with long waves framing her chest. "Miura… san?"
Indeed, it was his classmate, Yumiko Miura.