The saying "speak of the devil" manifested with literal precision.
Sayaka Kirasaka possessed crystalline recollection of her previous moment—standing in her residence, vocally condemning a certain someone's perpetual corruption of Yukina while demonstrating zero initiative toward corrupting her instead.
The subsequent instant deposited her directly into an apartment interior via teleportation. La Folia and Kanon materialized alongside her through identical spatial transfer.
This apartment radiated intense familiarity.
Accuracy demanded acknowledging impossibility of unfamiliarity—this was the residential unit shared by Yukina Himehagi and Nagisa Akatsuki.
Residing within identical building structures as adjacent neighbors meant matching floor plans. Only interior decorations differentiated ownership. Compared to Yukina's preference for minimalist functionality, this apartment's aesthetic leaned considerably more warm and feminine—definitively Nagisa's domain.
Plus... saturated with concentrated floral fragrance of unmistakable origin.
"Oh! This location is..."
Equally registering environmental transformation, La Folia released soft surprised vocalization.
When familiar atmospheric scents triggered reflexive backward glances, her gaze captured Bokue settling the sword-maiden gently onto sofa cushions—arranging her unconscious form with careful positioning.
"BO! KU! E!"
Sayaka similarly registered this tableau. Single glance triggered explosive eye-widening.
Her feet pounded across flooring toward the sofa. She bent forward initially—examining Yukina's unconscious condition with frantic concern—before whirling upright. Both hands seized the still-seated young man's shoulders, fury radiating from her glare.
"You... this is excessive! How could you reduce Yukina to this state?!"
"Could you demonstrate less panic?"
Bokue shook his head while rising from sofa depths. Simultaneously, both arms extended forward—scooping the still-processing War Dancer into bridal carry before she could mount defensive reactions.
"Ah!"
Feet departing solid ground triggered involuntary surprised cry from Sayaka. Hands previously gripping his shoulders released instinctively—redirecting with docile cooperation around his neck. Her legs curled upward automatically, completing the embrace.
"W-what are you planning...?"
Though already comprehending forthcoming events, Sayaka maintained stubborn verbal resistance. Pale crimson suffusing her features betrayed actual emotional states beneath surface protests.
"What else could I be planning? Hm?"
Bokue deliberately lowered his arms slightly—positioning his still-rigid heated pillar against Sayaka's underwear beneath her skirt.
Then continued descending.
"Mm..."
Sayaka bit her lip gently. Crimson deepened across her cheeks, responding to scalding contact sensations.
She registered unmistakable awareness—something intensely hot pressed between her thighs through fabric barriers, threatening penetration through underwear alone.
"See? No reason for panic. Sayaka, you've experienced this previously. Everything concluded satisfactorily before."
"T-that's... different..."
"Different how?"
"Yukina is... still young..."
"Yet you're barely two years older than Yukina yourself?"
Bokue raised one eyebrow, deliberately leaning closer—breath warming the War Dancer's ear.
"Or perhaps, since you're raising this concern, you'd prefer testing things personally instead?"
"I..."
Sayaka stammered with lingering embarrassment. However, reality clearly indicated her consent held zero relevance—choice had already departed her jurisdiction.
Meanwhile, Nagisa—reclined on the sofa's opposite end—clapped both hands together.
"Excellent! That settles the sequence. Sayaka-neesan leads the advance. Kanon-chan and La Folia-neesan follow afterward. Yukina-chan and I will rest temporarily."
"Understood..."
Observing Sayaka and Bokue already entering combat engagement on the sofa, La Folia smiled while approaching—placing her phone on the nearby low cabinet.
"Then I'll occupy final position. After Sayaka-san concludes, Kanon-chan assumes responsibility."
"...Mm..."
The white-haired girl nodded with crimson-painted features.
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Thus transpired the passage from pre-lunch through post-lunch intervals, extending across the protracted afternoon toward approaching evening.
As external sunlight angled progressively westward through windows, simultaneously—within the Northern European nation of Aldegia Kingdom, positioned nine hours behind Japanese Tokyo time—8:00 AM arrived precisely.
Brilliant morning radiance penetrated the palace's towering domed ceiling, illuminating interior spaces. Within the royal study, a young white-haired beauty wearing crown and ceremonial dress received subordinate reports.
"What circumstances currently prevail within the War King's Domain?"
"Reporting to Your Majesty—the War King's Domain bordering our nation has demonstrated virtually zero activity throughout this past month. Particularly the Ardeal Dukedom under Dimitrie Vatler's leadership has fallen completely silent."
"I see..."
Queen Polyphonia Rihavein nodded gently.
Such results generated zero surprise. Over a month prior, her daughter—dispatched to Itogami Island—had relayed intelligence regarding catastrophic devastation striking the War King's Domain. Not merely had the First Primogenitor's capital city suffered complete annihilation, but even Dimitrie Vatler—proclaimed invincible beneath Primogenitor-class entities—had perished utterly.
The architect of this destruction: Itogami Island's current proprietor, her daughter's boyfriend—a young man named Bokue Keikain.
Moreover, the War King's Domain had issued zero protest declarations subsequently.
Precisely this context had informed her decision when La Folia recently telephoned, expressing desires for permanent Itogami Island residence. She'd agreed without hesitation, publicly announcing the arrangement through global media channels with zero concealment.
Obviously, her gamble had succeeded magnificently. The War King's Domain—perpetually generating friction with Aldegia Kingdom through shared borders—had maintained complete docility for over a month, demonstrating zero hostile initiatives.
"This allows me breathing room finally."
Polyphonia exhaled softly.
Her gaze shifted toward subordinates still kneeling while awaiting instructions. She spoke with measured clarity.
"Commence preparations. Within these coming days, I intend visiting Itogami Island. Not formal diplomatic proceedings—simply visiting La Folia. Plus meeting my son-in-law for the first time."
"Understood..."
The subordinate acknowledged orders before departing.
As study silence restored itself, Polyphonia contemplated briefly before retrieving a landline telephone. She lifted the receiver, dialing her daughter's number.
"Well, regardless—I should notify La Folia-chan beforehand~"
Ring—
Ring—
After two waiting tones, connection established.
Except the voice emerging from the opposite end wasn't her daughter's familiar timbre. Instead, another girl's voice—radiating energetic cheerfulness.
"Hello! Is this La Folia-neesan's mother?"
"Eh? Ah... correct. Yes, I am indeed La Folia-chan's mother."
Brief pause preceded recovery. Polyphonia's gentle smile returned.
"Is La Folia-chan unavailable currently? I wished speaking with her."
"Mm, regarding La Folia-neesan right now... she might be slightly..."
The energetic girl's voice hesitated noticeably at this juncture.
Simultaneously, Polyphonia finally registered background audio from the phone's opposite end.
Specifically—her daughter's voice.
"Bo-Bokue... mm, so deep... I can't... I'm going to... finish again!!!"
"..."
Polyphonia cleared her throat delicately.
"Understood. I'll call back later then."
She terminated the connection immediately.
'Apparently, my daughter is experiencing considerable happiness on Itogami Island...'
While contemplating this internally, Polyphonia shifted her crossed legs beneath the desk—unavoidably generating light friction.
She could sense her daughter's pleasure through transmitted audio. That sensation represented something she hadn't experienced since her husband's death—
No. Truthfully, even during her husband's lifetime, she'd never experienced it.
That ultimate feminine ecstasy.
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