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Since he never managed to catch any dirt on him, Bokue only stayed in Yura's room for about ten minutes before leaving.
Late into the night now, the entire Keikain main estate had fallen quiet. On this late summer evening, aside from the cicadas still singing in the trees, only the rustling of wind through leaves could be heard.
The corridor of the family head's residence had no lights on, pitch black—though for Bokue this wasn't much of an issue.
He stopped at his own room's door and turned to look toward Yura's room. Only after seeing the light inside go out did he withdraw his gaze, sliding open his own door and walking in.
His room was also completely dark. Saeko Busujima seemed to have fallen asleep immediately after he'd tucked her into the futon. The room was utterly silent.
Bokue lightened his footsteps, treading on the moonlight filtering through the window onto the tatami as he approached the futon he'd laid out earlier. Without a second thought, he lifted the covers and lay down directly.
His head touched the pillow. Beside him came the swordswoman's gentle breathing.
So she really did fall asleep...
Bokue thought.
However, just as he was about to close his eyes and drift off, the swordswoman lying beside him silently opened her deep blue eyes.
At the same time, a pair of lotus-like arms—slender yet firm from years of kendo practice—coiled around his neck like two water snakes.
"Hmm? Senpai?"
Noticing Saeko's movement beside him, Bokue reopened his eyes and turned slightly to face her.
He wasn't entirely sure whether Saeko had actually woken up—it was also possible she just had a habit of hugging her pillow or bolster while sleeping at home.
But Saeko's next action proved her state of awareness.
She burrowed directly into the young man's embrace beside her, first burying her face against his chest and greedily taking a deep breath near his collarbone. Then her arms tightened slightly, pulling her entire body upward.
And then, Bokue's lips were once again covered by something soft.
Perhaps because she'd just woken from her dazed state and still lacked strength, this kiss was neither passionate nor particularly long-lasting, but it was certainly clinging.
As if trying to prove her feelings, Saeko offered up her soft lips again and again, kissing repeatedly. When she felt a bit tired, she'd release him to catch her breath for a moment before pressing forward to kiss him once more.
Only when she truly had no strength left did she finally relent, lying in the young man's arms and taking small breaths to steady herself.
After another two or three minutes, once Saeko's breathing had completely calmed, she rested her head on the young man's shoulder and let out what seemed like a murmur to herself.
"How surprising. I never expected you to be such a domineering person..."
"Is that so?"
Bokue's hand slid around the swordswoman's waist in his arms, neither confirming nor denying.
"Isn't it though?"
Feeling the slightly increased pressure from her abdomen, Saeko's face—hidden in the darkness—once again showed faint traces of crimson.
At this distance, every word she spoke sent her breath gently brushing against Bokue's neck up to his earlobe.
"Earlier in the hotel room, Kouhai wasn't trying to get me pregnant—you were trying to break me completely, weren't you?"
"'Break' is way too dramatic."
Even as Bokue spoke, the hand around the swordswoman's waist shifted slightly downward, his fingers applying a bit of pressure.
Mmph...!
Feeling the clear sensation of fingers beneath the hem of her yukata, Saeko's body trembled slightly as she instinctively bit down lightly on her lower lip.
But she continued speaking anyway.
"Really... isn't it? Then what if I still wanted to treat tonight as just an accident?"
"Then I'd just have to keep going until you passed out, Senpai."
Bokue answered without hesitation.
"...See?"
Saeko's voice paused briefly.
"There you go again. Doing whatever you want, disregarding everything, until the girl becomes completely your personal possession."
She said.
Saeko could distinctly feel that when Bokue said he'd go until she passed out, her abdominal muscles unconsciously contracted and transmitted obvious heat.
As if already preparing itself.
"But that's precisely why I'm even more..."
As Saeko spoke, she propped herself up slightly once more to kiss the young man's lips, exhaling breath saturated with affection from between her lips and teeth.
"After all, I... have long since become Kouhai's personal possession."
That's right—not just her body, but including her spirit. From the moment Bokue had clearly expressed that he didn't reject her true nature, she could no longer separate herself from him.
Like finding the only shelter in the vast world.
Saeko understood very clearly just how reprehensible her true nature was by conventional standards.
Whether it was the naturally combative genes inherited from the Busujima warrior bloodline, or the battle-lust trained through exchanges with her father and fellow students since childhood—she simply couldn't suppress the impulse to fight and slaughter her enemies.
But this was absolutely forbidden in modern society governed by law. If it ever came to light, even her father—who'd taught her swordsmanship since childhood—wouldn't accept it.
After all, her father could hardly imagine that his daughter, seemingly raised into a perfect yamato nadeshiko, would have such a side.
But Bokue was different.
For Saeko, if there was anyone in this world who could accept her worst side, it was without question her dear Kouhai—and him alone.
No, more accurately, he simply "didn't care."
And that very indifference was precisely what Saeko needed.
After all, if it were merely at the level of "acceptance," then that just meant "able to tolerate."
But only "not caring" meant truly being able to completely embrace her.
"So, Kouhai doesn't need any reservations..."
Inside the covers, the two pressed chest to chest. Saeko gently blew a breath toward the young man's ear.
"Please continue to use me as you please."
"..."
Moments later, as a soundproofing barrier spread throughout the room, the futon's covers were tossed aside. A pair of slender hands long accustomed to gripping sword hilts came to rest on the windowsill.
Facing the moonlight streaming through the window, Saeko's cherry lips parted slightly as she arched her neck high.
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At the same time, within the territory of the Keikain Fukuju branch family—
A figure clad in a black sailor uniform descended quietly on the moonlight atop the compound wall. Nine white fox tails swayed gently behind her. In her pitch-black eyes reflected the still-brightly-lit council hall within the branch family grounds, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help curving into a mocking arc.
"So desperate to survive..."
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