"What happened to me?"
Miyajima Sakura's first reaction upon waking was confusion—why was she completely naked, with only a few uniform jackets covering her? But since she was in the familiar dojo at home, she didn't panic. Feeling dizzy, she reached up and touched her head. Her second thought followed quickly: what was she doing here?
Then, memories flooded into her mind like a tidal wave.
Everything—from meeting Kazuma at school, to what she said to him in the Kendo Club, to what she did with him after returning home—flashed vividly through her mind. Her lips slowly parted in shock.
Her pupils trembled violently. Her body began to shake uncontrollably. Her heart pounded hard against her chest. Clutching her head with both hands, she cried out inwardly, "I… what did I do?!"
Those memories made Miyajima Sakura cover her face as a pained groan escaped her lips. "That definitely wasn't me! That person definitely wasn't me—"
That lewd woman who clung to Kazuma, begging for him, refusing to let go, even taking the initiative to climb onto him—that woman wasn't her! Miyajima Sakura collapsed to the floor, her face pale, her entire body seeming to lose all color as her clothes slipped off.
But no matter how much she resisted it, no matter how hard it was to accept—the memories were real. She couldn't deceive herself.
"Why did I do those things? Why did I become so lustful? Did I start wanting a man? But it shouldn't be this exaggerated..." Lowering her head, she looked at her delicate, almost artistic body—fair with a faint blush—her expression complicated. "How am I supposed to face Kazuma-kun now?"
"And how am I supposed to face Tosaka?"
She had only paid attention to Kazuma at first because of his impressive swordsmanship. Combined with Tosaka's feelings for him, it sparked her curiosity. She hadn't fallen for him—she had simply wanted to invite him to join the club.
Yet somehow, it turned into her begging him for intimacy? How did she become such a lewd, wanton woman?
She wanted to bury those shameful memories deep in her heart, not daring to recall them at all. Just thinking about them made her mortified to the point of wanting to die. "Come to think of it, Kazuma-kun didn't take advantage of the situation. Instead, he kept refusing me."
"It's a good thing it was him." Even if they had actually done it, Miyajima Sakura couldn't have complained, since it was her who went crazy. But in the end, he didn't seize the opportunity to take her body. This moved Miyajima Sakura, even though everything except the final step had been done.
"Speaking of which… where is he? Did he leave?"
Miyajima Sakura quickly put on her clothes and ran out of the dojo, soon spotting familiar figures in the dining room.
"Mom—Kazuma-kun?"
"Sakura." Seeing her daughter, Mrs. Miyajima Tsubaki's expression stiffened slightly. Realizing the opportunity had passed, she sighed inwardly before forcing a gentle smile. "Come eat."
"Senpai, you're awake?" Kazuma gave her a playful wink. He could tell she had returned to normal, even though the succubus mark remained.
"Yes, Kazuma-kun…" Just moments ago, the thought that he might have left had made her rush out anxiously. Now that she saw him still here, the memories from earlier resurfaced, and her face flushed with embarrassment again.
She really didn't know how to face him!
"I've already finished eating, Senpai. Take your time. I'll wait for you in the dojo." Kazuma noticed her unstable emotions and deliberately gave her space.
Miyajima Sakura relaxed slightly. Pressing her lips together, she watched his departing figure with a complicated gaze. Beside her, Miyajima Tsubaki showed no signs of anything unusual, silently burying the ambiguous exchange she had just shared with Kazuma.
"Sakura, can't you bear to part with Kazuma-kun?"
"It's not like that…!"
Oh no—did Mom misunderstand?
Before eating, she took a bath and changed into clean pajamas. By the time she finished dinner, night had already fallen, and the Miyajima residence felt quiet and somewhat lonely. When she returned, she found Kazuma sitting on the tatami near the entrance.
"Kazuma-kun…" She had already steadied her emotions. "About earlier… I'm sorry."
"Senpai, I thought you'd blame me," Kazuma said lightly. "I touched you all over. You won't hold it against me, right?"
"Of course not. You were helping me, Kazuma-kun."
(It wasn't just touching—she had even… done that with her mouth. Ugh… I'd rather die.)
Her emotions, which had just calmed down, began to stir again.
"I still don't understand why I did those things…"
"It's better that you don't," Kazuma replied. "You were hypnotized. That wasn't your true will."
"Huh?! Hypnotized?"
"Yeah—not by me. It was a succubus." He didn't hide anything, calmly explaining the truth before pointing toward her chest. "Check here. That's the succubus's mark."
Miyajima Sakura instinctively reached to pull open her clothes—but suddenly froze. Her face flushed red as she glanced at Kazuma before turning her body away. Even though there was nothing left to hide from him, she still felt too embarrassed.
When she finally looked, she saw it—a faint pink, heart-shaped mark.
"There really is one…" She stared in shock. "So when you touched me earlier, it was to find this? Succubi… hypnosis… things like that really exist?"
She felt disbelief.
And fear.
"You experienced it yourself, didn't you?" Kazuma said calmly. "Those actions of yours—there's no way they were things you truly wanted to do, right?"
"Of course not!" she quickly denied. She was absolutely not that kind of woman!
"Senpai, I don't have a way to remove the mark yet," he continued, "but I've reached a sort of understanding with her. She probably won't control you again anytime soon, so you don't need to worry too much."
"Thank you…"
Recalling those moments, Miyajima Sakura shuddered. The feeling of losing control over herself—it was terrifying. She never wanted to experience it again.
Kazuma rested his cheek on his hand, tilting his head as he looked at her. "Let's talk about something lighter. Putting that aside, this is actually our first proper meeting, Senpai. Didn't Tosaka say you had something to discuss with me?"
"Is now really the time for that?" Miyajima Sakura puffed her cheeks slightly. But strangely, she did feel more relaxed. "Also, this is our second meeting. We already fought in the Kendo Club—and I lost."
"Right. So… are you planning to challenge me again?"
"Of course not. I know I'm no match for you." She shook her head and sat beside him. "I just wanted to invite you to join the Kendo Club. But you already refused this afternoon…"
"Won't you reconsider?"
Now, she had another reason. This mysterious boy—who knew about supernatural things—made her feel safer. She genuinely wanted him by her side.
"Miyajima-senpai, if you remove all the male members from the club, I might think about it."
Miyajima Sakura actually paused to think. "When we go back to school tomorrow, I'll arrange it."
"…Huh?"
Kazuma blinked in surprise. She was serious.
"I'm afraid of losing control again," she admitted quietly. "Even if the boys leave the club, there are still many at school… It wouldn't change much." Lowering her head, she murmured, "Only when you're around, Kazuma-kun… do I feel safe."
That wouldn't actually solve the problem—the succubus's real target was him. Still, just in case, Kazuma decided to deal with it first thing tomorrow.
"It's not just me. You can rely on Tosaka too, right?"
At the mention of her friend, Miyajima Sakura pouted slightly. For some reason, an indescribable feeling stirred in her chest—something sour, uneasy, yet faintly exciting.
"I should get going, Senpai."
"Huh? You're not staying the night?"
"Do you really want me to stay? Aren't you afraid something might happen?"
"I'm not afraid. I trust you, Kazuma-kun."
Kazuma looked at her expressionlessly before shaking his head with a sigh. "But I'm afraid, Senpai."
"Afraid of what?"
"I'm afraid you might devour me in the middle of the night."
"…"
Ugh.
Miyajima Sakura wore a strange expression, unable to refute him. She could only watch helplessly as Kazuma produced a door out of thin air and waved goodbye. "Don't worry, get some good rest tonight. My little pet will protect you."
"What?"
Without explaining, Kazuma glanced at Luna on the roof, winked at the resentful black cat, then stepped through the Anywhere Door and vanished from the Miyajima household, leaving Miyajima Sakura alone sitting on the doorstep.
And one pitiful-looking cat.
"So Kazuma-kun really isn't an ordinary person either. Tosaka Fuyuka probably knows his secret?"
Stunned by the manner of his departure, the girl looked around the empty yard and her house again. Hugging her arms, she suddenly felt a bit scared.
Late at night, Akane Nanao was sleeping soundly when she was woken by a phone call.
"Hello? Kazuma?" She rubbed her sleepy eyes. "Why are you calling so late? You want to come over? Sure, I'll come down to get you."
"No need, I'm already here."
As he spoke, the Anywhere Door appeared in the girl's room. Akane Nanao sat up on the bed in her thin silk pajamas. Just as she turned on the light with the remote, Kazuma embraced her, and the two tumbled together onto the bed.
"Huh? Kazuma?"
"Sorry for disturbing your sleep," Kazuma kissed her cheeks and the corner of her lips, releasing his pent-up desires against Akane's body. "Things are a bit troublesome right now, so I had to come to you for help."
Joking aside, after enduring something like what happened with Miyajima Sakura, he wasn't as composed as he appeared on the surface. Holding back until now was already quite a feat. If he had stayed at her house for the night, he definitely wouldn't have been able to control himself.
"Akane, I want—"
"Which girl was it this time?" Akane Nanao caught the scent of another woman on him, but she wasn't angry. She wrapped her arms around her lover on top of her, letting him kiss her neck. "It's okay. If you want it, then have me. Vent on me, hmm~ But keep your voice down, don't let Mom hear."
Kazuma could no longer restrain himself and the clothes were quickly thrown out of the bed.
Then Akane's voluptuous body and seductive curves were revealed. Her delicate, smooth skin reflected the dim light of the lamp in the room, and her large, full breasts bounced with her breath, while two cherry-red nipples caught Kazuma's attention.
He devoured her nipple, sucking it forcefully in his mouth.
He wrapped his tongue around it in a circular motion, wetting it with his saliva, then sucked while squeezing her boobs hard with his fingers as if he wanted to extract milk from them.
"Mmm—"
Akane Nanao bit her finger to stifle a moan. She didn't want to alert anyone, but Kazuma's eager sucking on her nipple and his hand squeezing and reshaping her boobs sent electric shocks through her body, causing her moans to escape.
Suddenly, Kazuma bit one nipple with his teeth while his fingers grasped the other, pinching it. This made Akane Nanao moan and bite her lip to stifle it.
"Amm, Kazuma—"
Kazuma closed her lips to stifle her moans and devoured her mouth with unbridled lust before his tongue wrapped around her fragrant tongue, absorbing her sweet saliva.
Nanao wrapped her hands around Kazuma's neck and pulled him closer to deepen the kiss, while she could feel his hot erection rub against her thigh.
This made her wonder what had happened. Had Kazuma been drugged with an aphrodisiac, or what?
To wake up in the middle of the night, only to have Kazuma suddenly appear and say he wanted to do this... it was all very strange. But Akane Nanao didn't mind.
Her beautiful eyelashes fluttered as she lost herself in the passionate, hot kiss.
Kazuma sipped her sweet saliva, then pulled away, a silvery trail of saliva lingering between their lips.
"I can't take it anymore. I'll start now."
After the stimulation he'd endured at Miyajima Sakura's hands, his long-ardent cock was yearning to release. He grasped it and positioned it at the entrance of Nanao's closed pussy.
Akane Nanao glanced at Kazuma's erect, spear-like cock, its veins throbbing with power, and a flicker of concern flashed in her eyes.
She wasn't worried that she wouldn't be able to handle it; what concerned her was the realization that Kazuma had been holding back a lot before coming to see her.
She opened her legs and looked at him tenderly. "Um, I understand, Kazuma. Vent on me until you feel comfortable."
He needed no further explanation and thrust his cock inside.
Her warm walls swallowed him whole in one smooth motion, devouring his cock deep into her burning, tight opening, all the way to her womb. The sound of the meat slamming echoed throughout the entire room.
Clapping!
Akane Nanao let out a moan, and at the same time, Kazuma's eyes narrowed with pleasure, and he quickly forgot everything else.
He squeezed her boobs so hard they were deformed; his fingers would surely leave marks. If it had been another woman, she would have screamed in pain. But Nanao smiled and pressed gently against his hand that was squeezing her boobs, as if encouraging him to destroy them even more. She even opened her legs wider so he could ravage her pussy as he wished.
That sweet smile, the tenderness in her eyes, and her desire to please him made him want to ravage her even more and drown in her tenderness.
He buried his face in her breasts while moving his hip like a piston, licking and sucking her breasts.
Clapping! Clapping! Clapping!
His thrusts into her pussy were as wild as a raging bull, but Akane cradled Kazuma's head and stroked his hair tenderly. "It's okay, it's okay~ Empty your balls inside me until you feel better."
Akane Nanao lovingly stroked his hair, enveloping him in her warm embrace.
Applause, applause, applause.
Nanao's vagina walls contracted tightly around his cock, expanding and contracting in sync with his brutal thrusts, causing overwhelming pleasure to flood his cock and travel down his spine to his skull.
This was exactly what he wanted.
His throbbing, sensitive cock had found a comfortable outlet and a place to release his lust.
With a roar, he thrust deep inside her, ejaculating his load inside her.
Akane Nanao, who had been suppressing her moans and stroking Kazuma's hair, also reached her climax. She arched her back and let out a loud moan as her pussy convulsed wildly around his cock, drawing more semen from his testicles.
"Mmmmm—"
After moments of intense ejaculation and ecstasy, the two relaxed in each other's arms before Kazuma flipped Akane onto her stomach and fucked her from behind.
The room was soon filled with the sounds of moaning.
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