That same night.
In Tokyo, the sky held no stars—only a lonely, mist-shrouded moon floating quietly above the dark heavens, casting a soft, clear glow.
Under that hazy night, the old Sajyou estate was particularly silent, like a small island isolated from the world.
The wooden walkway extended deep into the darkness, and at the edge of the courtyard a graceful, petite figure sat elegantly.
The girl wore a pale blue dress with simple lines. The perfectly fitted waistline complemented the slender figure of a girl her age. Her soft blond hair fell naturally over her shoulders.
When she sat straight-backed, her skirt spread like petals across the wooden floor.
In the silver moonlight, a sliver of white calf peeked out from beneath her hem. White knee-socks wrapped her slim ankles and well-proportioned calves, extending up to just below the knee, perfectly outlining the unique, beautiful lines of a young girl.
Her legs were crossed and tilted slightly to one side—the picture of perfect, refined posture.
Strictly speaking, Sajyou Manaka was an unprecedented genius of the modern magus world, and also one who loved singing more than anything.
Born already connected to the Root, she possessed nearly limitless magical energy and all-encompassing wisdom—a literal wish-granting machine.
To Sajyou Manaka, the world was an unbearably boring picture book that she could flip through and rewrite at will.
Her mood almost never changed…
But lately, Manaka Sajyou had been in particularly high spirits.
Because, before long, her big brother would finally return.
Thinking of this, the usually cold girl couldn't help but let a look of expectation soften her face.
In truth, the original plan of Sajyou Hiroki, head of the Sajyou family, was to betroth his adopted son to Sajyou Ayaka.
However, the eldest daughter, Manaka, fell in love with this brother at first sight, and from then on harbored intense hostility even toward her little sister Ayaka.
To avoid unnecessary conflict between the sisters, Sajyou Hiroki ultimately adjusted the engagement, making it a decision grounded in benefit and balance.
Afterwards, on the pretext that Izaya "still needed to continue his studies," he temporarily sent him away from the Sajyou household.
First, at the time, Manaka was still too young…
Second, he had great expectations for this gifted eldest daughter, hoping she would devote herself to magecraft and one day bring glory to the Sajyou family.
For many years, Manaka not only studied daily but also pondered one question:
What is the meaning of my life in this world?
And after the years since her brother left the Sajyou house, she believed she had found the answer—
To be with him forever, smoothly get married, and walk together into the palace of matrimony.
Manaka slowly lifted her face and looked at the hazy moonlight beyond the estate, her thoughts wandering all the way to far-off London.
Her heart, which had never once fluctuated, now seemed to beat just a little faster.
Though they'd been apart for years, she thought of him almost every day, every hour.
The Princess of the Root sat quietly in the corridor of the Tokyo estate, but her heart seemed to have flown to the distant magic academy.
She wondered what her brother was doing now.
Practicing magecraft? Or…
Lying in bed, looking at the moonlight, thinking about her too?
After all, before leaving, he'd said that of everyone in the family, she was the one he least wanted to part from…
…
"Mm…"
Within the tent, a smothered, seductive voice rang out faintly.
Izaya could smell a quiet, sweet fragrance. His whole face was enveloped in soft pressure; his vision went completely dark, leaving him unable to see anything.
His fingers twitched reflexively, but trying to hold down a Beast with a human's strength was still impossible.
As a magus, his physical power and stamina weren't that high to begin with.
All in all, this entire process made it feel less like Sajyou Izaya was tasting the flavor of the Pleasure Beast and more like the exact opposite—
It was the Beast savoring the flavor of the black-haired boy at her leisure.
Beast-class strength aside, Koyanskaya's riding skill was clearly at least A+. At present, she wasn't even showing the slightest sign of fatigue.
Beads of sweat scattered through her hair and across her skin, carrying a faint, intoxicating scent as they dripped continuously onto Izaya's body.
Whether it was due to the natural suppression of a Beast, or simply the sheer weight pressing down on him, he could hardly move.
For a while, he felt unbearably humiliated.
He'd always known that with his current strength, driving this Beast-class would be incredibly difficult—but he still hadn't expected…
To be utterly flattened under the wheels.
At first, he'd tried to resist. But gradually, he simply lay still.
He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around the woman's soft waist, ignoring the system prompts that kept flashing in his mind.
[Warning: Your magic circuits are losing a large amount of magical energy. Please replenish as soon as possible!]
[Your magic circuits have been nourished by the Beast, Koyanskaya of Light. Your magical energy has slightly recovered, and the quality of your magic circuits has improved.]
[Warning: Your magic circuits are losing a large amount of magical energy. Please replenish as soon as possible!]
[Your magic circuits have been nourished by the Koyanskaya of Light. Your magical energy has slightly recovered, and the quality of your magic circuits has improved…]
The reminders repeated, and the magical supply continued.
At some point, the night had already deepened.
Koyanskaya sat sideways on her knees, looking tenderly at the youth pillowed in her lap.
"We should rest soon… You must be at your limit, right?"
Hearing that, Izaya couldn't help but shake his head and smile weakly.
"How could that be… I'm still fine."
Her golden eyes shimmered with excitement and she replied with a sweet smile:
"Indeed… It's good to be young."
As soon as the words left her lips, she gently pushed him back again.
…
Morning light slowly bathed the Tunguska land.
Izaya's eyes were a bit unfocused.
"It'll be over soon, right?"
Koyanskaya lounged lazily, looking like she'd just drunk deep of some nourishing elixir. Her exquisite face had the faint blush of a well-fed peony.
She looked at the boy with seductive eyes and said quietly:
"Mm~ Let's stop here for today."
As she watched him stagger out of the tent, barely leaning on the wall, Koyanskaya licked her delicate red lips.
"By the way, Sajyou-kun…"
"Shall we continue… tonight?"
…
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