Kazuha watched the backs of Makoto's group as they walked toward the city center and said quietly, "Staying with these people is never boring."
Her gaze swept over the now-ruined mansion and then landed on the table that had been overturned by the sword energy. There was actually a glass of juice still sitting there, completely intact.
Just then, Kazuha felt her throat was a bit dry. She picked up that glass of juice and downed it in one go.
"Um—" Yanagi's hand reached out partway, her mouth opened halfway, but then she pulled it back.
Kazuha put down the glass, noticed Yanagi's expression, and said somewhat apologetically, "Sorry, Yanagi, is this yours? Can I buy you another one later?"
Yanagi barely managed a smile. "It's fine. It's just a glass of juice."
'It was only a potion to lower sensitivity. Drinking it probably wouldn't matter, right?'
But tonight, her big battle with Makoto would definitely go south for her again.
After returning to the city center, the situation was the same as before in the One Piece World.
Yu took the male members to stay on a different street, while Makoto and the female members stayed alone in the most luxurious inn.
Late at night.
Moonlight shone through the window.
On the third floor of the inn, in Makoto's room.
Accompanied by a burst of high-pitched cries,
Yanagi collapsed onto the bed, her body twitching.
Each twitch brought a visible spasm.
Mrs. Shizuka sat at the foot of the bed, watching this scene, completely stunned.
She had played duos with this girl with the bangs covering her eyes a few times before, but she had never seen her like this.
She didn't know what this girl had taken tonight, but she had actually dared to provoke Makoto, even trying to counter-kill.
'No, girl, don't you know your own level?'
Watching Yanagi twitching all over, with white droplets still dripping down, Makoto also had a strange look on his face. He remembered the harsh words this girl had said after dinner.
He had thought she had prepared some kind of secret weapon.
But... that was it?
He was completely not satisfied.
Makoto pulled Mrs. Shizuka over.
Outside the door, Tsuki, transformed into a gold miner, was crouching in the hallway, her eyes pressed to the crack in the door.
Her fingers kept moving beneath her skirt. Her throat let out suppressed, barely audible gasps.
"Ah... so good... really... so good..."
In another room downstairs, Kazuha woke from her sleep.
She didn't know why, but she felt her body was very strange tonight.
The moment she turned over, the skin on the inside of her thighs rubbed against each other. A strange, tingling sensation surged up from that spot, like an electric current spreading through her entire body.
Kazuha's body jerked violently. Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
Her legs began to rub against each other uncontrollably.
The same tingling sensation came again, stronger than before, and lasting longer.
Her breathing became rapid. Her cheeks started to burn. Her fingers clutched the corner of the quilt.
Unable to fall asleep, Kazuha opened her eyes and vaguely heard a muffled thumping sound coming from upstairs.
'How long are they going to keep this up?'
Kazuha thought to herself, her face red. She pulled the quilt up to cover her head, trying to force herself to sleep.
The moment the quilt covered her ears, the sound became clearer.
'Was... was that Auntie Shizuka?'
Kazuha's expression looked as if she had been struck by lightning. Her fingers unconsciously tightened their grip on the quilt.
'No way. How could Auntie Shizuka do something like that?' She convinced herself of this in her heart.
She sat up in bed, put on a coat, and walked up the stairs.
As she put on her clothes, her undershirt brushed against her, and another wave of tingling surged through her.
Kazuha stumbled and nearly fell.
'What was wrong with me?'
The higher she climbed, the louder the sound became.
Kazuha's steps grew slower and slower. Her heartbeat grew faster and faster.
Until she saw someone crouching in the hallway... Tsuki.
Noticing what the other was doing, the last brain nerve in Kazuha's mind, the one called 'reason', snapped with a 'pop'.
Tsuki was, well, digging away, when she heard a sound like crying mixed with laughing coming from beside her.
In surprise, she whipped her head around... Kazuha was lying on her side on the stairs, her body curled up, one hand on the floor, the other also beneath her skirt.
Her movements were much more vigorous than Tsuki's. Her eyes were unfocused. The expression on her face was somewhere between pain and pleasure. Her fingers were moving wildly, not even afraid of breaking that membrane.
Tsuki was completely dumbfounded.
'Wait… Girl, are you that horny?'
Just then, the door opened from the inside.
Mrs. Shizuka and Yanagi stood at the doorway. Their hair was disheveled, their lips slightly swollen.
Everyone was stunned.
Tsuki looked up at her daughter.
Kazuha also looked up at her godmother.
The atmosphere was extremely awkward.
Question: When you're doing it with a man, your daughter and mother are outside doing it themselves, what do you do? Asking online, urgent.
Makoto's answer was... why not the four of us together?!
That night, the entire inn shook.
Except for Aqua, Megumin, and Hana, these three idiots, who slept soundly, no one else slept a wink.
The creaking of bed boards, the pounding of walls, the overlapping gasps... they echoed continuously in the inn.
Shiho covered her head with her quilt, tossing and turning into several different positions, but simply couldn't fall asleep.
"Animals," She muttered quietly, her voice full of exhaustion and resentment.
…
Belzerg Kingdom Military Camp.
It was already late at night when Iris walked out of the teleportation array.
Whether she had sensed something or not, Claire rushed out of Iris's tent and hugged her tightly. "Princess, where did you go? Do you know how worried I was—!"
Her voice was full of fear and grievance, like a golden retriever left at home by its master.
Iris was being squeezed so tightly she could barely breathe. She patted Claire's back. "It's fine. I just went out for a walk."
The king's tent was in the very center of the main camp, twice as large as the other tents.
When Claire led Iris into the tent, the king of Belzerg looked up at Iris, secretly relieved, but still put on a serious expression and asked:
"Where did you go?"
"For... for a walk."
Iris lowered her head, her gaze falling on her own toes.
"Running around at random at such a critical juncture."
The king of Belzerg's voice grew a few degrees stricter. "Claire, from today on, without my order, the princess is not to leave the tent for a single step."
Claire stood at attention and saluted. "Understood!"
The king's gaze fell on Iris's face, his voice softening somewhat as he began to explain the upcoming tactics.
"Iris, you don't need to go to the battlefield right away. After Kyouya leads the royal army in a frontal attack on Makoto and exhausts his magic power, you will deliver the final blow with the holy sword."
Iris was already speechless.
Not to mention that the holy sword was already broken in two, with the royal army's meager abilities, how much of Makoto's magic power could they consume?
She estimated that their consumption of him wouldn't be faster than his recovery.