Kama finally distanced herself slowly.
As if she had just emerged from a current that ran too deep, she paused for a moment to regain her composure.
Her shoulders rose and fell, her breathing still unstable, left unsettled by remnants of a rhythm that had not fully faded away.
"Ah… haa… haa…"
Her voice was soft, breaking between breaths she was trying to steady again.
It took a while before she could truly stand within her own awareness once more—gathering back the fragments of herself that had briefly scattered in a single, overwhelming current.
On the other side, Kuro looked as if nothing had happened.
His movements were calm, almost too normal compared to the atmosphere from before.
From the Gate of Babylon, he pulled out a bottle of mineral water and handed it to Kama without much expression.
"Here," he said flatly. "It'll make your throat feel better."
Kama accepted the bottle after a brief pause, still in the process of stabilizing herself.
Then she opened it and drank slowly.
The water flowed simply, but it was enough to gradually pull her back into a more "normal" world—cooling what still lingered, calming the breath that had lost its rhythm earlier.
Kuro only watched briefly.
He didn't comment further.
As if everything that had just happened… was merely part of a routine he already understood without needing to talk about it anymore.
Kuro raised his hand and gently patted Kama's head—almost like soothing something that had just gone through a long storm.
"That's enough," he said softly. "Sleep."
His tone wasn't an order. More like a decision that had already been made from the very beginning.
Kama fell silent.
There was still lingering warmth in her breath, and a small trace of chaos in her thoughts that had not yet fully settled back into place.
But that touch on her head… was enough to slowly let everything calm down.
She gave a small nod, barely noticeable.
"…mmh…"
No protest. No resistance.
Only quiet acceptance, as if her own body had finally agreed to rest for a while.
Kuro withdrew his hand and stood up.
His movements were casual, simple—like the world around them had just returned to normal without needing any further explanation.
He straightened himself and calmly put his clothes back in order, without any rush.
After that, he left Kama still sitting there.
***
Two hours passed.
Of course, after leaving Kama, Kuro did not immediately return to his own room.
He was already somewhere else.
In Xu Fu's room.
The atmosphere within the room was far softer, more enclosed—like a world deliberately reduced until only the two of them remained inside it.
The darkness of the room enveloped them, settling between the two as they stood close, wrapped in an undisturbed silence.
"Ahh...♡ Heuk...♡ haa...♡"
On the bed, with the sheets in disarray, Kuro stood behind Xu Fu, gently holding both of her arms, creating a steady wave-like motion.
The movement repeated itself, flowing calmly like waves slowly eroding a reef—endless, yet maintaining a controlled rhythm.
As a result, Xu Fu's eyeballs rolled upward, and her tongue slightly slipped out without her realizing it, while her gaze lost focus for a moment as her body went weak.
"Ahhk...♡ hng...♡"
Her breathing became ragged and irregular, her chest rising and falling rapidly, like someone who had just run a great distance without stopping and could no longer properly regulate their breath.
From the wet petals, droplets of water fell slowly like morning dew brushed by the warm light of the sun.
The flow ran between the soft stems, some dripping down to the ground and forming small pools on the floor.
Kuro paused, then leaned closer, bringing his lips near Xu Fu's ear while still maintaining his position.
"A warm closeness of the night…" he murmured. "Doesn't that sound romantic, my dear Servant?"
Xu Fu did not respond. Her breathing remained unsteady and broken, as if she couldn't gather the strength to form words.
Even so, the subtle reaction of her body was enough to give an answer without needing any spoken reply.
"Aaa...♡ hhaaa...♡"
Kuro let out a quiet chuckle, as if he had already expected it from the very beginning.
"Yeah… as usual."
He then pulled back slightly, yet continued the steady, consistent motion between them, without changing the atmosphere that had been established from the start.
"Hngg...♡ mgnhi..♡ hoo...♡"
Even while maintaining a steady, consistent motion, Kuro's thoughts moved quickly.
For some reason, after acquiring the passive skill Divine Corruption, his impulses had become increasingly difficult to suppress.
It was as if any sense of desire toward women had settled into something instinctive—an embedded reaction, like a reflex rather than a conscious feeling.
And that realization, more than anything, made him quietly aware of how much he had begun to change.
He let out a quiet sigh.
He wasn't the kind of person like that.
Being driven by impulses he didn't fully accept made him feel unsettled—as if something within him was beginning to shift without his consent.
"Yeah… I'll find a way," he murmured softly. "Before I return to my original world. Hopefully eighteen days will be enough."
A moment later, Kuro's brows furrowed slightly.
He paused for a brief second, before pushing deeper—and a warm flow surged forth, like a dam breaking, washing over the beginning of life.
However, because it had been too full from the start, the warm flow overflowed and slipped out, like dew falling from the petals of a flower in a garden.
Like a waterfall, the warm flow poured down heavily onto the sheets beneath them.
"Aaa..♡ aah...♡"
A moment later, Kuro released his hand. With her breath ragged and unsteady, Xu Fu's body swayed before collapsing onto the bed, trying to regain her breath.
Seeing her condition, Kuro smiled faintly and lay down over her.
Like a warm rod freshly taken from the hearth, it slowly slipped once more between damp petals, as if they had just been touched by rain in the height of summer.
"Nhhaargg... "
Xu Fu's body reacted sharply, her voice restrained like a suppressed cry, while her consciousness felt fragmented, like a malfunctioning program—further worsened by the steady, unrelenting motion Kuro resumed.
Xu Fu bit her lip, trying to hold back the sounds escaping her, but each time she failed, her breathing only broke further as it spilled into the pillow that partially covered her face.
"Nn… ahh…"
Her voice was never whole.
It was always broken between breaths and reactions she couldn't fully control.
Her body responded sharply to every shift in rhythm—overly sensitive, like the surface of water that had never truly stilled since the very first touch.
"…Master…" Xu Fu's voice finally came out, broken and heavy. "You… really…"
There was a complaint in it, but no refusal.
More like a protest that had already lost the strength, from the very beginning, to truly stop whatever was happening.
Kuro simply let out a soft breath, not answering right away.
His movements remained the same.
Calm. Consistent. Far too deliberate to be called accidental.
And within that small space, time seemed to slow down—as if the world outside the room no longer had permission to enter.
Kuro smiled faintly.
"Really what?" he murmured softly, almost like a whisper deliberately left hanging in the air.
Silence.
Xu Fu didn't answer right away.
It took her a few seconds to gather the scattered fragments of her awareness—as if her mind had just been thrown into water that was still rippling.
"You…" her voice finally came out, breaking between breaths, "…after doing that… with that lewd goddess… and… all this time…"
She paused again, drawing in a breath before continuing more softly.
"…how are you still this stable?"
Her brows lifted slightly, her expression a mix of confusion, discomfort, and an inability to fully process what she herself was feeling.
Kuro only let out a small chuckle.
"I'm special," he replied calmly. "My beloved Servant."
His tone was light—far too light for someone in a situation that, for others, would be difficult to put into words.
Xu Fu bit her lip softly, trying to keep her focus, but every time she managed to steady her thoughts, something within her disrupted her rhythm all over again.
"Nng...♡ ngha..♡ nn...♡ aa...♡ aah...♡"
Her voice, her breathing, her awareness—none of it felt entirely under her control anymore.
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