Kuro didn't answer.
Only a short exhale—calm, but enough to acknowledge it without actually saying so.
And in the next moment—Xu Fu moved again.
She pulled away, turned, and stopped in a crawling position—her back gently arched like a bow waiting to be released.
"Master," she said lightly, almost weightless. "Your turn."
Kuro still said nothing.
He only moved.
Slowly—like slipping embers into a closed bud, bringing warmth that wasn't rushed, yet couldn't be resisted.
"Ahh…"
The sound slipped faintly from Xu Fu's lips, like the first drops of rain touching dry earth.
Kuro's movements were simple—almost monotonous—but carried a deep rhythm, like waves returning without end.
Each motion felt certain, filling the empty space with an undeniable presence.
Xu Fu's body responded without instruction—arching, trembling faintly, following the flow as it gradually turned into a current.
Her breathing began to break apart.
Short. Irregular.
As if every breath had to be taken back from something pulling her deeper.
"Ma—Master… slower… ngh…"
But it wasn't a refusal.
Kuro finally spoke—quietly, close to her ear.
"You were the one who started it."
His voice was calm.
But there was something in it—a subtle intensity that actually made Xu Fu shiver.
"Now… don't pretend to be weak."
His movements changed.
Faster.
Deeper.
Like waves that no longer merely touched—but began to crash mercilessly.
"Aah—… that— don't… like that…"
Xu Fu clutched the mat, her body pushed forward slightly with each rhythm. Her back arched, as if trying to run away—but only opened herself up further.
Kuro drew closer, his breath brushing against her skin.
"Don't what?" he whispered. "Your body isn't saying that."
"Ah—! …hah… you—"
Her words broke off before she could finish.
Warmth began to seep in.
Slowly.
Like a drizzle falling in the middle of the dry season—gentle, yet unstoppable. Spreading silently, leaving a trail that grows clearer.
The mattress beneath them began to get wet.
And Xu Fu realized it.
"Master… you… are evil…"
She gave a small laugh—fragile, trembling, and too honest to be called an act.
Kuro replied only briefly.
"And you… don't want me to stop, do you?"
The rhythm lost its pauses.
The current turned into waves—coming one after another, shattering the last shred of control Xu Fu was trying to maintain.
"Ah—! …hah… wait— I—"
Her body tensed.
For a moment.
Then collapsed.
Her eyes trembled… slowly rolling back, losing focus, sinking into something too deep to hold back.
But even then—Kuro kept moving.
Close to his ear, her voice dropped again—almost like a whispered command.
"Don't close your eyes."
"Feel it until the end."
Xu Fu could only gasp, her voice breaking into fragmented whispers.
"…Ahh…♡ ahh...♡ haah...♡ haah...♡"
Until a moment later, the rhythm shifted again as Kuro pushed deeper.
It wasn't just getting closer… but as if breaking through a previously untouchable boundary—crossing a threshold that made Xu Fu's body tense up instantly.
"Ouhh—…!"
The sound coming from her was no longer a mere moan. It was more like air being forced out—ripped from her lungs without permission.
Her eyes widened for a moment.
Then they trembled.
Her body froze… before violent shivers followed, like a twig unable to withstand a storm.
"Ma—Master… that's… too—"
Her sentence trailed off.
Unfinished.
Along with the warm liquid flowing between her wet eyelids, Kuro stopped there.
Silence.
But it was precisely in that silence—that something happened.
Another warmth began to flow.
Slowly… then more intensely.
Like a current filling the empty space that had been waiting all along to be filled.
Xu Fu gave a small start.
Her breath caught.
"Ah… ha… hah…"
She could no longer hold back her voice.
Everything that came out now was raw—unfiltered, unashamed.
"Master… you really… know how… to fill it…"
There was a small laugh between her breaths.
Soft.
But also… too open.
Her hands gripped the mat tighter, her body still trembling slightly, as if the remnants of those waves hadn't quite subsided yet.
Kuro remained there.
Motionless.
Allowing that warmth to linger.
Xu Fu lowered her head slightly, hiding her face in the mattress—but her faint smile was still visible.
"…you won't stop, will you…"
She whispered softly.
Almost like an invitation.
Her body arched slowly once more—still sensitive, still trembling—but clearly… not finished.
"Yeah…" Kuro replied casually, almost lazily. "I won't stop filling you."
He paused for a moment—long enough to make Xu Fu catch his own breath.
"Besides… the night is still young, isn't it?"
And as if to keep his word, he moved again.
Slowly at first.
Then he found the same rhythm as before—a rhythm that didn't just touch… but repeatedly crossed the line that should have been crossed only once.
Xu Fu gasped.
Her body reacted instantly, as if recognizing something too deep to resist.
"A—ah…! Wait— that…♡ again—"
Her voice cracked.
No longer a stifled moan.
But something wilder—more honest—escaping before she could control it.
The movements kept coming.
Repeated.
Merciless.
Like someone deliberately playing on a single weak spot, again… and again… until there was no room left to think.
"Ma—Master…♡ hah…♡ that— it's not fair…♡"
Yet even her protest sounded like an invitation.
Kuro leaned in slightly, moving closer to her back, his voice dropping low amidst Xu Fu's ragged breaths.
"Unfair?"
His tone was faint—almost like a gentle taunt.
His movements, however, grew even more precise.
Xu Fu immediately lost the rhythm of his breathing.
"Aah—! …hah…♡ hah…♡"
"Look at yourself," Kuro continued softly. "It's your body that's asking for it… not me."
Xu Fu bit her lip, but his voice still escaped—louder, more open, like something that had finally given up on being hidden.
Kuro smiled faintly.
Then he added, almost as if dredging up a memory on purpose.
"Your voice… it's just like before."
One more thrust—deeper, more precise—made Xu Fu completely lose control.
"Ah—! Don't—♡ that…!"
"Just like the first time," Kuro whispered. "I remember how wild you were."
And this time, Xu Fu couldn't even argue. All that remained were ragged breaths… and a voice growing wilder, drowning in the night that was no longer silent.
***
An hour had passed.
Now their positions had changed.
Kuro stood, supporting Xu Fu's body, which barely had the strength to stand on its own. The girl's body leaned entirely against him—limp, warm, and too responsive to be called conscious.
Between them, the warmth remained—enveloped by wet petals that never truly stayed still.
Her movements were small.
Yet enough… to create ripples that never ceased.
One drop.
Two drops.
Then more—something thin and warm fell slowly, leaving a trail on the cargo floor, like rain that had been falling too long in a closed space.
Xu Fu no longer spoke. All that remained was breath, gasping, heavy, like air forced out of lungs that were already too full.
"Ha… ah… hah…"
Incomplete.
Irregular.
Her tongue stuck out slightly without him realizing it, while her eyes kept trembling, rolling upward—as if his consciousness had long since sunk into a place even herself could not reach.
Kuro stared at him for a moment.
Calm.
Almost flat.
"From the sound of your voice…" he said softly. "It seems you're really enjoying it."
Xu Fu tried to answer.
But all that came out was a broken sound—weak, formless, more like a gasp than a word.
"Ma… s…ter…"
Kuro smiled faintly.
Not a warm smile—but something deeper. More knowing.
Then—he stopped moving.
Completely.
And in that pause—something happened.
Like a dam finally giving in to its own pressure—the warmth flowed again.
Slowly at first.
Then it filled.
Filling the space that had long lost the boundary between full… and too full.
Xu Fu's body reacted immediately.
Tense.
Then trembling violently.
"Ah—…! hah…♡ ha—…!"
Her voice cracked again, this time deeper—more hollow—as if he herself had been left far behind.
Her hands wrapped weakly around Kuro's shoulders, not to push away—but more like… to make sure she wasn't truly gone.
Kuro leaned in slightly, his lips almost touching Xu Fu's ear.
"Do you still want to continue?" he whispered softly.
His tone was casual.
But his question didn't really leave any choice.
Xu Fu didn't answer with words
Or perhaps… he simply couldn't anymore.
All that remained was ragged breathing, a body still trembling slightly in Kuro's embrace—like something that had been battered by waves time and again, yet somehow… hadn't quite sunk completely.
Kuro watched him for a moment.
Silence.
Letting the remaining ripples subside—though they never truly vanished.
Then, slowly—he moved again.
Not with a rough shove.
But like someone who had grasped the deepest rhythm—tracing the same path once more, but with a touch that was more "knowing."
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