Night had taken over the sky.
Before anyone realized it, ten days had passed.
Since parting ways with Tony Stark, Kuro had taken care of many things—his own identity, as well as Xu Fu's and Kama's.
Names, ages, addresses, even entire life histories were gradually constructed. Not just illusions, but something closer to being "implanted" into the existing system.
After that, on the third day, he moved on to finances. Gold from the Gate of Babylon was extracted—not in excess, but enough to draw attention.
He went to a bank, performed exchange transactions, converted it into cash, and even opened accounts for all three of them with a substantial amount.
Everything was done through magecraft.
As long as it didn't directly interfere with the world's system, his magic could still function as intended.
Once everything was settled, Kuro finally chose a place to stay—the United States, instead of Japan.
His choice fell on Queens, a relatively busy area that still allowed one to "disappear" within the crowd.
He bought a shop building at the end of a street. Four floors, with an exterior so ordinary it barely drew any attention—just another forgettable structure for anyone passing by.
In addition, the building also had a hidden underground basement—concealed, and ideal for Xu Fu to conduct her research without interruption.
The first floor was used as a small shop selling various types of candy and sweets. It looked simple, even somewhat dull to most people.
And Kuro didn't really care.
To him, the shop was merely a cover—a face presented to society so that his existence wouldn't raise suspicion.
Whether it made a profit or a loss was far below his list of priorities.
As long as the place stood and no one paid too much attention to it, that was more than enough.
The second, third, and fourth floors were designated as living space.
However, more importantly than all of that, Kuro was slightly surprised that the Check-in system was still functioning.
The rewards he received were surprisingly substantial—and quite satisfying.
Day 1: +500 OD increase.
Day 2: +500 OD increase.
Day 3: Fifty Mystic Arts books.
Day 4: Twenty Prototype Noble Phantasms, ranked A++ and below.
Day 5: One thousand Mana Prisms—crystals formed from condensed mana, where a single one is equivalent to fifty thousand OD.
Day 6: One hundred Orichalcum shields from another world.
Day 7: Throne of the Heaven-Soaring King {Vimana}, complete with optional weaponry.
Day 8: TVA Manual.
Day 9: Three hundred Mystic Codes from the age of gods.
Day 10: Ten free attribute points.
However, setting all of that aside—at this very moment, Kuro was in the bathroom on the third floor together with Kama.
The bathroom was filled with warm steam.
Water fell continuously, forming a thin curtain that separated the outside world from what was happening inside.
"Ahh… ahh… ahh…"
The sound was soft.
Almost like a whisper of wind lost among newly blooming petals.
Kama bent forward, her fingers gripping the metal support tightly, as if it was the only thing keeping her standing.
Water streamed down her back, tracing the gentle curves… then disappearing where it could no longer be seen.
Behind her, Kuro moved.
Slowly… then more steadily.
Like waves that never grew tired of eroding stone—coming, going, then returning again… never truly giving a chance to breathe.
Kama bit her lip.
Her shoulders trembled slightly, while warmth continued to flow without end, soaking the petals of a flower that could no longer distinguish what came from water… and what did not.
"…Master-san…"
Her voice was soft.
Yet at the end of it, there was a breath too honest to hide.
"Haaah… you're getting… more familiar with every part of me, aren't you…?"
Kuro let out a quiet chuckle.
Low.
Close.
Like a voice deliberately allowed to touch the skin before reaching the ears.
"Yeah…" he replied lightly. "Because you're too easy to read."
His hand moved.
Tracing… unhurried, as if enjoying every small reaction he discovered along the way.
Then it stopped.
At one small point.
Soft.
Fragile—yet it drew his attention the most.
Like a red fruit not fully ripe… but too tempting to ignore.
He toyed with it slowly.
Deliberately.
With an inconsistent rhythm—sometimes gentle, sometimes slightly pressing… enough to blur the line between comfort and unease.
Kama's reaction didn't come immediately.
But her body… was never good at lying.
Her breath hitched.
Her back arched slightly.
And her fingers gripped tighter, as if something inside her was beginning to lose control.
"…Haaah…♡"
Her voice softened, almost melting.
"Is it… because of the love I always give you…?"
A brief pause.
"Haaah…♡ does that feel… that good, Master-san…?"
Kuro's movement stopped for a moment.
Then he let out a small laugh.
Short.
But enough to feel like he had just heard something interesting.
"Love, huh…?"
His tone dropped.
Deeper.
Closer.
"If that's what you call it… then you're being awfully generous."
His hand stopped playing.
Not because he was done—but because he chose to change how he moved.
Suddenly, without warning, one of Kama's legs was lifted.
Her body was pushed slightly forward—just enough to shift her balance… and make everything feel different.
"Ah—Master…!"
Kama was startled.
But only for a moment.
Because after that—what remained was nothing but shorter breaths… and a body that unconsciously adjusted once again.
Kuro moved closer.
Closer than before.
As if deliberately shrinking the already nonexistent distance between them.
"If you want to call this love…"
He whispered lowly.
Almost like a secret meant for only one person to hear.
"…then at least make sure you don't regret it afterward."
After that, Kuro moved again.
The rhythm was simple—almost monotonous—yet that was exactly where its consistency lay. Each motion felt like a small wave, steadily eroding, touching places that had never truly been reached before.
"Ahh… ♡ haaah… ♡"
Kama's voice broke little by little, her breath becoming fragmented, like air being squeezed out of her lungs.
Her body began to lose direction.
Her once-focused gaze slowly blurred. Her pupils lifted as if searching for something that didn't exist. Her lips parted, tongue slightly slipping out without her noticing.
She was on the edge between awareness… and sinking completely.
Then—Kuro stopped.
But he did not release her.
He still held her there, maintaining pressure, letting the silence deepen what remained.
"Ugh…"
A low sound escaped her throat.
A subtle tremor spread through her—warm, deep—like something finally reaching its peak and no longer able to be contained.
A warmth flowed through her slowly but surely. Filling, enveloping, leaving no empty space behind.
"Ahh… haa…"
Kama could only accept it.
Her body went completely limp, sinking into the remnants of waves that had not yet fully subsided.
There was no more resistance.
Only pleasure lingered… at the edge of consciousness.
Kuro gave a faint smile, deliberately letting his breath fall near Kama's ear—warm, slow, yet enough to make her skin prickle.
Kama's body reacted immediately, arching instinctively.
But before she could fully sink into it—
Kuro moved again.
Not just a rhythm.
This time, it was like waves that could no longer hold themselves back. Deeper, more certain. As if he knew Kama's exact limits… and deliberately pushed her past them.
"Ahh…!"
Kama's body reacted immediately, arching instinctively.
But before she could fully sink into it—
Kuro moved again.
Not just a rhythm.
This time, it was like waves that could no longer hold themselves back. Deeper, more certain. As if he knew Kama's exact limits… and deliberately pushed her past them.
"I wonder… are you almost breaking?" he whispered again, his voice low, almost teasing.
His movements didn't stop.
They only grew more consistent.
More pressing.
As if he refused to let Kama fully fall—holding her right at the edge, forcing her to feel every unrelenting second stretched out without mercy.
"Not yet," he continued softly, his tone almost like an order wrapped in gentleness. "Feel everything."
"Haah… ahh… ngg—!"
Kama couldn't respond with words.
Her body was more honest than anything else.
A faint tremor began to spread from within, rising uncontrollably. Her breathing turned ragged, her fingers grasping aimlessly, as if searching for something to hold onto amid the relentless waves crashing over her.
"Good…" Kuro whispered again, almost like praise. "Just like that."
And when her limit finally broke—Kuro didn't stop.
Instead, he maintained his rhythm, letting the lingering waves keep crashing over Kama, who had already lost all control.
"Ahh… haa…!"
Kama's voice grew weaker, yet somehow deeper. Her body went limp, but the sensation still refused to fade—like a sea that would not calm even after the storm had reached its peak.
Kuro only gave a faint smile behind her.
Savoring the way Kama… was truly sinking into it.
***
One hour had passed.
"Ahh… ahh… ohh…"
Kama's breathing came in broken intervals, like someone who had stayed underwater for too long and was forced to draw air back in.
The sheets beneath them were wrinkled and damp—less from a single cause, and more from an accumulation of something that had never truly been given time to settle. Like rain that refused to stop, only changing intensity.
They were still in the same position.
Kuro behind her—calm, steady—his rhythm no longer just movement, but something that had merged with the pulse flowing between them.
In the nearly nonexistent distance between them, that warmth still lingered—slipping through, pressing in, present in a way that was hard to ignore. Yet its placement… was not where it should have been.
And there—an artifact worked silently, hidden among the damp, sensitive folds.
Its pulse was constant.
Neither hurried nor slowing.
Like a mechanism designed for a single purpose—to blur the boundaries of consciousness, until the body slowly forgot how to stop responding.
Kama's eyes were tightly covered by cloth.
The world outside had vanished.
There was no direction left, no logic—only sensation, forced into becoming the center of everything.
"Ahh… haah…"
Each breath from the girl sounded deeper now.
More hollow… and at the same time, more full.
Kuro leaned closer.
His lips were almost touching Kama's ear, his breath warm—contrasting with Kama's body, which was beginning to lose its stable temperature.
"You prefer it like this, don't you?" he whispered softly. "Your body can never lie…"
There was no answer.
Only increasingly unsteady breaths.
Kuro let out a small chuckle.
"As I thought…"
His rhythm remained the same.
Not hurried.
Not granting pause.
As if he was deliberately keeping Kama on that edge—neither letting her fall, nor allowing her to return.
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