"
"Look here," Akira said, taking out a small mirror and handing it to Kujou Sara.
"Thank you, Lord Akira," Kujou Sara said, looking at her reflection in the mirror. Her face had returned to its smooth and fair complexion, and she looked at Akira with gratitude.
After all, Kujou Sara was still a woman, and she cared about her appearance. She didn't want to walk around with a handprint on her face.
"It's nothing important," Akira said. "Kujou Takayuki's actions are almost confirmed."
"Since you confronted him, he is probably on high alert now. Even if you try to gather evidence, it will be difficult," Akira added.
"So, what should I do?" Kujou Sara asked worriedly.
"So, what should I do?" Kujou Sara asked worriedly.
"Hmm..." Akira pondered for a moment, then recalled a small figure. He said to Kujou Sara, "This is what you'll do. Act normal these days, and pay attention to who that old dog is communicating with. Leave the rest to me."
"I understand," Kujou Sara nodded. She really wanted to know if Kujou Takayuki had truly betrayed the country.
"Lord Akira, would you like to hear about my childhood?" Kujou Sara suddenly asked.
"Of course, I would be happy to," Akira nodded with a smile.
"I was still young back then, and I hadn't been given a name or surname. I lived in a peaceful mountain forest. But at some point, evil spirits started causing chaos, and the peace was disturbed. Even though I possessed the power of a tengu, I was too small to fight the monsters alone. During a battle, I fell off a cliff and injured my wings," Kujou Sara recalled. "I was in despair at the time. I couldn't fly because my wings were damaged, and I thought I was going to die."
"Fortunately, the Shogun protected me. She gave me a Vision, and although I fainted at the critical moment, the Vision protected me, and I wasn't injured at all."
"When I woke up later, I had already been brought to the Tenryou Commission," Kujou Sara said in a soft voice. "I was very afraid of humans back then, but Lord Kujou Takayuki didn't treat me like a stranger. He took me in and gave me the name Kujou Sara."
"He was very strict with me since I was a child, but he also made me feel the warmth of a family," Kujou Sara said, lowering her head. "He taught me to be loyal to the Shogun and to Inazuma, so why did he change now?"
"The will of mortals in this world, no matter how strong, can be eroded by money and power. It is clear that Kujou Takayuki is one of them," Akira said. "It is foolish to knowingly do something that shouldn't be done. Everything that has happened is his own making."
"I know," Kujou Sara said. She wasn't an ordinary human, but a tengu. However, she had grown up in human society, and she didn't want things to turn out this way. This situation made her sad.
"By the way, Sara, as a tengu, can't you retract your wings?" Akira asked curiously, looking at the wings behind her.
"I should be able to, but my power hasn't reached that level yet. I can't retract them completely," Kujou Sara shook her head. "It is said that the great tengu Sasayuri could retract her wings."
"I see," Akira nodded and added, "If you allow me, can I touch them?"
"..." Kujou Sara was momentarily stunned by Akira's request. After a moment of silence, she nodded and gently leaned toward Akira.
She couldn't refuse this request from Akira, even if it was such an intimate gesture. Perhaps the only reason wasn't just because Akira was a god...
They were so soft and smooth! That was the first thing Akira felt when he touched Kujou Sara's wings. They were different from the birds he had raised before. It was an indescribable feeling, but it was so comfortable, and he didn't want to let go.
"Mmm~" Akira continued to hold on, and Kujou Sara closed her eyes, her face getting redder and redder. For a tengu, wings were a very private part of the body, and they generally didn't allow outsiders to touch them.
Moreover, her wings were really too sensitive! Even someone as strong-willed as Kujou Sara couldn't help but let out a soft moan as the strange sensations from her wings intensified.
"Akira... Lord Akira~ is it over... is it over~" The normally cool and composed Kujou Sara spoke in an uncharacteristically flirtatious tone this time.
"Almost, almost," Akira chuckled, stroking Kujou Sara's wings. The texture was like silk-who wouldn't love it?
Under the intense physical stimulation, Kujou Sara suddenly trembled, her face flushed red, and she looked extremely seductive.
"I... what is happening to me?" Kujou Sara reacted, extremely embarrassed. She... she actually...
"Oh my! I went too far..." Akira also sensed the strange aura emanating from Kujou Sara, and his expression became complicated. Damn it, he hadn't expected Kujou Sara's wings to be so sensitive.
Seeing Kujou Sara, who was too embarrassed to speak, Akira pondered for a moment, then took her into his arms. A black hole swallowed them both.
"This... where is this?" Kujou Sara looked at the golden void, astonished.
"Ahem..." Akira coughed lightly and explained, "This is my Imaginary Space. Well, about what just happened..."
"Lord Akira!" Kujou Sara flushed red at Akira's words and glared at him with feigned anger.
"Sorry, Sorry" Akira said awkwardly. He hadn't expected Kujou Sara to be so sensitive.
"Here are my clothes that I haven't worn. You can wear them for now," Akira said, taking out a set of unworn clothes from his room and handing them to Kujou Sara.
Kujou Sara's face was still red as she took the clothes, and she said shyly, "Lord Akira! Turn around!"
"Ah, right, I forgot," Akira chuckled and turned his back.
After a few rustling sounds, Kujou Sara's voice was heard: "Lord Akira, I'm done."
Akira turned back and saw that Kujou Sara had changed her clothes, but there was still a slight blush on her face.
"I'm truly sorry, Sara. I didn't expect things to turn out this way," Akira sorry. After all, it was his fault.
Akira and Sara's Winged Encoun...
"It's okay, Lord Akira..." Kujou Sara shook her head, lowering it. Although she minded, Akira's status was evident, and she didn't dare to dwell on the matter further.
"I know!" Akira said sincerely. "This is my mistake, and it put you in a very difficult situation! Please let me make it up to you."
"Leave the responsibility to me," Akira said shamelessly, clearly revealing his hidden intentions. Moreover, Kujou Sara had already let him do it; how could he let her go now?
"Huh... what?" Kujou Sara stared at Akira with disbelief. She was probably wondering how Lord Akira could say the words "take responsibility" so shamelessly and calmly.