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"Meow… meow…"
The bath echoed with soft feline whimpers.
The first round was over, and the cat-eared girl who had started the night brimming with confidence—vowing she'd make Bokue beg for mercy—was already reduced to a melted mess.
Bokue Keikain leaned back against the steps inside the bath, warm water lapping up to his chest.
Clinging to him face-to-face was Kuroka. Her flushed cheeks pressed against his shoulder, arms looped around his neck, her voice trembling as she rubbed against him with spoiled affection.
Her mind was clearly swimming in pink bubbles.
After all, a nekomata was still a cat—and cats weren't exactly built for stamina. She couldn't last long in a single stretch before throwing up the white flag.
Bokue honestly hadn't expected her to give up in under five minutes. Usually she could hold on for at least ten before tapping out. But this time, the month-long drought must have worn her down. Barely had they started, and she was already done.
As he thought this, the black-haired, cat-eared girl suddenly tilted her head up, pouting.
"Hawaw… bad…"
"…?"
Bokue blinked, confused. Already calling him "bad"? That was supposed to come after everything was finished, when she was sprawled out mumbling nonsense in the "post-match delirium" phase.
"What's that supposed to mean, nya? Don't tell me you won't even admit it?"
Seeing his puzzled look, Kuroka puffed her cheeks and pushed further.
"It's been nearly a month since we last met. That doesn't even average out to once every three days. You really expect me to believe you were that well-behaved? Be honest—haven't you been wearing out that blonde human girl on Itogami every single day, nya?"
"How could I…"
Bokue spread his hands.
Not that he couldn't handle "every day till dawn." But Asagi—certainly couldn't. Even with his magnetic field power restoring her stamina and repairing her body, the mind wasn't so quick to recover.
Like this afternoon—six hours straight. She'd need at least three days to bounce back.
If they really went at it daily, her health wouldn't collapse… but the side effects on her body might become irreversible. Give it long enough, and one casual touch from him would set off golden champagne fountains.
That wouldn't do.
"Hmph… fair point, nya. That human girl looks like a total shut-in anyway, soft and out of shape. No way she could survive you cutting loose."
Kuroka muttered, then narrowed her eyes thoughtfully.
"Then… it must've been that little True Ancestor. Back in the Underworld, I heard vampires recover insanely fast. If she's a True Ancestor, she might heal even quicker than that phoenix clan. Even shredded to mince, she'd regenerate in seconds. With that body, you could pound her all you wanted and she'd never break."
"…"
Bokue fell silent.
Women's intuition?
A minute ago she'd been babbling nonsense, and now she'd hit the bullseye—perfectly.
Genius masked as foolishness? Or just a blind cat catching the canary?
"Hmm? Why so quiet?"
Kuroka lifted her face, eyes narrowing.
"Don't tell me… I guessed right, nya?"
"…"
"…That's exactly right."
A bright voice cut in from just beyond the wall.
Wait—that voice—
Bokue's chest tightened. Kuroka's ears shot up as she whipped her head toward the door.
The next second, Nagisa stepped into the bathhouse, bare feet padding softly on the tile, her school swimsuit clinging to her petite frame. She smiled brightly, tilting her head in mock innocence.
"Sister Kuroka was spot-on. For the past month, I've been deepening my bond with big brother every single day. He always spoils me with so much to eat… feeding me and feeding me until I can't take another bite."
"W-what?!"
Kuroka's blood pressure spiked. She shot upright—only to stiffen as the motion set off a violent ripple in her stomach, forcing her back down with a strangled groan.
Nagisa giggled behind her hand.
"Hehehe… looks like big brother's been feeding you plenty too, Sister Kuroka."
Ignoring the catgirl's glare, she waded into the water, moving right up to Bokue's side.
"Well then… since Sister Kuroka seems tired, she can take a break. Big brother, now it's my turn—"
"Don't even think about it."
Kuroka hissed like a cat guarding its food, clinging to Bokue with arms and legs both. It was like watching a gamer hogging the arcade cabinet—dead, but refusing to let go of the joystick.
"Enough. Since you're both here, we'll do it this way."
Bokue pinched the bridge of his nose, resigned.
"Kuroka gets another round. After that, it's Nagisa's turn. One at a time, alternating."
"Ehh? But then I'll have to wait again…"
Nagisa pouted, hugging his arm.
"I can't hold back much longer."
"Don't worry. You won't be left idle."
Bokue raised a finger. Golden light shimmered, expanding outward to envelop the entire bathhouse—steam, tiles, even the outer washroom.
Nagisa gasped, pressing a hand to her stomach beneath the swimsuit.
"Huh? This feeling… is this shared sensation?"
"Shared sensation—and equal distribution."
Bokue nodded.
"Yuuma showed me twice before. It seemed convenient, so I picked it up. I haven't used it much yet, but… it works well enough."
In truth, this was only his second time.
The first had been in the Underworld—when Lady Venelana and Grayfia had joined him in the bath. With this technique, he'd carried them both to the peak at once.
"I see… so that's how it is."
Nagisa's voice quickened, her breaths coming faster.
"It's not the same as being with big brother directly… but this is still pretty nice… mmm…"
"Then let's test it properly."
The moment Bokue spoke, Kuroka's body began moving again in the water—
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