After dinner, Mashiro didn't hesitate to leave his arms and go upstairs, seemingly in a hurry to continue her painting.
Fumiya Jin watched the girl's hurried steps, his thoughts slightly complicated.
He had no doubt that if he followed her, he could pin this girl down on the stairs, in the hallway, in her room—in any corner he desired—and make her his.
But why did it feel like he was seducing a naive little girl who hadn't yet experienced love?
Fumiya Jin fell silent for a few seconds, shook his head, cleared the dishes, and then went upstairs
to take a nice long bath...
...
...
He was in the bath for a very long time.
When Fumiya Jin emerged from the bathroom in his bathrobe, it was almost eight o'clock, and the sky had long since turned completely dark.
He walked towards his own room, passing by Shiina Mashiro's door... and that's when he heard faint sounds coming from inside.
There was the sound of soft footsteps on the floor, the light clinking of a paintbrush handle against the edge of a palette, and some other miscellaneous noises...
The sounds weren't loud and certainly not disruptive, but because the room was so quiet, they could be heard clearly.
So she's painting again...
This girl has been painting for two nights straight.
Tonight... she's not going to pull another all-nighter, is she?
Although young people can handle it better, Mashiro doesn't look like someone with a strong constitution. If she keeps this up, when it's time to enter the instance this weekend, won't she be half-dead?
Fumiya Jin thought for a moment and finally decided to intervene.
He walked up to the door and turned the knob.
Oh—
The door opened.
Unlocked, as always.
Fumiya Jin slowly pulled the door open.
The lights were on in the bedroom, of course.
A large bed was positioned in the middle of the room, against the right wall.
Fumiya Jin was on one side of the bed, while the girl and her easel were on the other.
Both the easel and the girl were turned sideways to him, so from his angle, Fumiya Jin couldn't see the content of the painting clearly, only glimpses of vibrant colors...
The girl was painting, her movements unaffected by the sudden opening of the door.
It wasn't until several seconds later, after she had properly finished the few strokes she was working on... that she stopped her brush, turned her head, and looked at Fumiya Jin with a hint of confusion in her eyes.
"Are you planning to paint all night again?" Fumiya Jin asked.
Mashiro nodded. "I'm almost done."
"That's what you said when I asked yesterday," Fumiya Jin said, rolling his eyes at her.
"It's true this time."
"But if you don't finish, you'll paint all night again, won't you?"
"Mmm."
"That's not happening."
"Hmm?"
Fumiya Jin walked in, went to the side of the bed, and sat down.
Then, facing Shiina Mashiro, he patted his own thigh.
"Come here."
Mashiro paused.
She put down the paintbrush and palette in her hands.
She walked over to Fumiya Jin and obediently sat on his lap.
Her movements were incredibly docile, just like a clingy and obedient little kitten.
Seeing her like this, Fumiya Jin, to be honest, was also quite charmed and felt a growing sense of affection in his heart.
He wrapped his arms around her, holding her gently in his embrace, and lightly pinched her fair, delicate cheek.
"You can't stay up late like this, it's too bad for your health." Fumiya Jin felt like he had become a doting father again. Although, his specific actions might have a slight hint of a creepy dad to them...
Mashiro rested obediently in his arms and said in a small voice, "I want to finish it quickly."
"Are you afraid of losing your inspiration? Afraid you'll forget what you want to paint?" Fumiya Jin tried to understand the thoughts of this genius artist.
Mashiro shook her head. "No... I won't forget."
"Then why are you in such a hurry to finish? Can't you take your time?" Fumiya Jin asked.
"Because I want to finish it quickly," Mashiro repeated.
"Is it that urgent?"
"Mmm." Mashiro nodded.
Fumiya Jin became quite curious.
This girl was already a famous genius painter. Despite her youth, she had already created many stunning works of art. Her creative experience was extensive, making her a young master in her own right.
A work that would make her so eager, so impatient that she'd pull all-nighters for days to finish it... what kind of piece could it be?
The first thing Fumiya Jin thought of was an illustration related to Your Name.
After all, it was clear that this girl really loved that story.
However, it seemed she always used a digital tablet for her illustrations and manga.
Why the sudden switch to oil painting this time? What was she planning to paint?
The curiosity in Fumiya Jin's heart grew even stronger.
So, he suddenly stood up while holding the girl.
"Mph?" The girl, finding herself suddenly lifted into the air, let out a confused sound.
Fumiya Jin, however, relied on the physical abilities enhanced by the Samsara Game, easily standing up with her in his arms. He then walked to the side of the bed and stood in front of the easel...
One look at the painting's content, and Fumiya Jin was stunned.
Rich colors and lines came together to form a vivid picture.
If it were one of the paintings from Mashiro's previous exhibitions, which were more abstract in their expression, Fumiya Jin might not have understood it.
But this current piece was much more realistic.
Although it wasn't completely finished and the colors weren't fully applied, Fumiya Jin understood it at a glance...
It was a person.
The back of a young man.
The background was a train car, bandages, and many seats.
The young man was slightly bent over, the sharp blade in his hand, enveloped in a brilliant light, had already swung out, slicing all the numerous white phantoms ahead in half...
This was a scene that had once played out in reality.
Yet it was a scene Fumiya Jin himself had never seen.
That was only natural.
After all, who could possibly see their own back from this perspective?
Fumiya Jin was taken aback. He looked down at the girl held in his arms like a baby and asked, "Is this... me?"
Mashiro nodded frankly.
"Why the sudden urge to paint this?"
Mashiro looked at Fumiya Jin with her clear, watery eyes. "It's beautiful, isn't it?"
"Beautiful?" Fumiya Jin laughed. "If I had to say... cool, wouldn't you say?"
Mashiro thought for a moment, nodded, and her eyes, looking at him, suddenly sparkled.
"Mmm, cool."
"So this is why you've been staying up all night?" Fumiya Jin found it somewhat amusing.
"You... haven't fallen in love with me, have you, Miss Mashiro?"
Mashiro heard his words.
She didn't deny it.
She didn't get flustered.
There was no struggle or hesitation.
She simply looked at Fumiya Jin with a puzzled expression.
"Am I not allowed to?"
Fumiya Jin was slightly taken aback.
Then he was suddenly amused.
He suddenly felt that all his overthinking had been a waste of effort.
He let out a long sigh, then, still holding the girl, returned to the side of the bed and sat down. "Miss Mashiro, I regret to inform you... you won't be able to paint tonight."
"Why?"
Fumiya Jin lowered his head, his gaze serious and full of aggression as he looked into the girl's eyes: "Because I'm going to make you mine."
"Aren't I already?" the girl said innocently. "You're my owner."
"No, not just in name. In action," Fumiya Jin said.
Then he lowered his head and kissed the girl's lips.
A somewhat clumsy, but very sweet kiss thus began the prelude...
...
After a long moment, their lips parted.
The usually expressionless girl's face was now flushed red.
Her crystal-bright eyes also seemed to be veiled by a layer of mist.
"Is it over?"
"No, this is just the beginning," Fumiya Jin shook his head. "What's next is a hundred times more intense."
"Oh..." Mashiro licked her still-moist lips. "Then... can I get up for a moment."
"What, trying to run away?" Fumiya Jin laughed.
Mashiro shook her head. "No, I want to cover the painting with the cloth. It would be... a bother if it got dirty."
Fumiya Jin was a little surprised: "Is that all?"
"What else?" Mashiro tilted her little head, and the cat ears on her head tilted and swayed slightly with the movement. It was as if, to her, the act of running away was the strange and unbelievable thing.
"Mashiro."
"Mmm?"
"You really are the cutest and most erotic cat girl in the world," Fumiya Jin said, raising a hand to gently touch the cat-ear accessory on her head.
"Mmm..."
Mashiro thought for a moment.
"Meow?"
Fumiya Jin took a deep breath.
He placed the girl from his arms onto the bed.
He stood up, picked up the cloth from the side, and covered the painting properly.
Then he turned back and pounced fiercely on the girl on the bed...
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