Chapter 100 — The Final Moan
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Location: Tokyo, One Year Later.
The city was alive.
No sign remained of the divine war. The sky was calm. The scars were buried beneath new concrete and silent prayers.
But Yuuto? He never healed.
He stood alone on the rooftop of their old apartment — wind tugging at his coat, golden strands of hair drifting past his eyes.
> "Aika…"
Her name was still the only thing that hurt like love.
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Memory
At night, he still dreamed of her.
The way she'd touch his face, kiss his lips, moan his name with that mix of defiance and desperation — like she was clinging to existence through his heartbeat.
She was more than cursed.
She was real.
And she was his.
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The Seal Breaks… Again?
Suddenly, the wind shifted.
From the sky — a single feather fell. Black and red. Glowing.
Yuuto's heart stopped.
> "No way…"
The rooftop lit up in a circle of sigils — cursed, broken, divine. The mark on his arm, long thought dormant, flared again.
From the air — a voice.
Soft. Tired. Real.
> "...Yuuto?"
She stood there.
Naked. Glowing. Shivering.
Aika.
Her body still bore the curse marks, but her eyes — her eyes — were human.
> "I clawed out of heaven for you," she whispered, collapsing into his arms.
> "I thought I lost you," Yuuto cried, holding her tight.
"I thought I'd go insane."
> "Then go insane with me," she smiled, kissing him, her breath shaky.
"Right here. Right now."
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The Final Moan
The rooftop melted in heat and hunger.
She pressed against him, chains slithering over skin, wrapping them together.
> "This time," Aika whispered, "don't hold back."
Their bodies tangled under the stars, slow and furious. Every kiss, every gasp, every moan was a rebellion. A resurrection.
> "Say it," she begged, breathless.
> "I love you, Aika."
Her curse pulsed once…
…then broke.
And in its death cry came the loudest sound of all:
Her final moan.
Long. Raw. Real.
Not cursed.
Not divine.
Just hers.
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Epilogue: "For One Lifetime — and All the Next"
They moved to a quiet place.
They opened a flower shop — red lilies only.
She still had nightmares.
He still kissed them away.
> "Still cursed?" he'd ask.
"Still yours," she'd say.
And that was enough.
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