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Even Bokue Keikain hadn't expected Saeko Busujima to suddenly take such an aggressive approach.
The kiss lasted quite a while before they finally separated.
"Hah... hah..."
Under the warm lighting of the hotel room, the swordswoman's cherry lips parted slightly as her chest rose and fell, struggling to steady her breathing. Her soft mouth glistened with a crystalline sheen from their mingled saliva, looking as if she'd applied lip gloss.
The face that was normally calm as still water now bloomed with extraordinary radiance, an enticing flush coloring both cheeks.
Late summer in Kyoto—even at night, the outdoor temperature hovered around thirty degrees Celsius. Neither of them wore much beneath their yukatas.
At such close distance, they could clearly feel each other's touch, that warmth radiating from another person's body.
Especially for Bokue—he could distinctly feel what seemed like two small, firm points pressing precisely against his chest through the swordswoman's yukata.
"..."
Saeko realized this as well, causing her already burning face to flush even deeper.
She couldn't deny it—she was... genuinely excited.
But she couldn't possibly say something like that out loud. She could only use actions to confirm that final answer.
So the swordswoman rose slightly on her tiptoes again, her hands instinctively reaching up to rest on the young man's chest as if seeking something.
Saeko stood at 174 centimeters—exceptionally tall not just among Asian women, but globally.
But Bokue still stood half a head taller. This was the only way she could barely reach.
"Mmph!"
Suddenly, an unexpected sound escaped the swordswoman's throat.
In Saeko's vision, she saw Bokue suddenly lower his head, causing their lips to meet prematurely.
Which meant...!
The next second, the young man's strong arms wrapped around Saeko's waist while his other hand supported one of her thighs, lifting her up in one smooth motion.
In just two seconds of being airborne—before Saeko could even process what was happening—her knees had already landed on the soft mattress. Bokue's arms remained tightly locked around her waist as she felt the firm muscle of his torso beneath her.
"Bo... kue?"
Everything developed so fast that even Saeko—whose heart had been racing from her bold initiative just seconds ago—couldn't quite keep up.
She'd thought her actions had been incredibly daring, but Bokue was even bolder. Far bolder, in fact—directly lifting her up and positioning her straddling his lap.
Without question, the next step should be...
Though... maybe this isn't so bad?
Somehow, that thought suddenly popped into Saeko's mind.
After all, she'd believed that with such a twisted nature, she'd long since forfeited the right to have real friends, let alone a partner.
Yet Bokue was willing to accept her—not because of her appearance or body, but because he genuinely, sincerely didn't care about her so-called twisted nature.
While being described as "not caring" might feel somewhat dismissive, that very dismissiveness was exactly what Saeko's long-standing insecurity needed.
So in that case, why not let herself be completely possessed by him?
Let her... become his private treasure.
With that thought, Saeko relaxed her body—which had been tense from shock and nervousness—and swallowed softly. A smile full of longing spread across her flushed, burning face.
"It's okay, you know. Go ahead... do whatever you want~"
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Naturally, Bokue didn't hold back. By the time the room returned to silence, over an hour had passed.
Outside the window, Kyoto's night had deepened. The bedroom stood empty, with only the faint sound of running water filtering through the bathroom wall.
Meanwhile, in the steam-filled bathroom, warm bathwater rippled in gentle waves within the half-meter-deep tub.
Lying in the water was Saeko Busujima, who'd completely lost the ability to move independently.
Bokue held her in his arms, her flushed face—still glowing with a rosy sheen—resting against his shoulder. Her deep blue eyes were brimming with moisture, looking as if she'd just been crying.
She, Saeko Busujima, had completed the transformation from girl to woman.
Looking up at the young man who'd repeatedly sent her to the heights of pleasure over the past hour, Saeko couldn't help pressing her lips together.
"You... really don't hold back at all... mmph!"
Her voice still carried a faint tremor. But the moment the swordswoman's words left her mouth, Bokue—who'd been quietly lying in the tub with her until now—suddenly moved.
He grabbed her waist and lifted her up, repositioning her to straddle his hips properly, turning them face-to-face.
Bokue lay face-up, looking at the swordswoman sitting on his waist, his voice as calm as ever.
"What else was I supposed to do? In that situation, did you want me to be timid and hesitant, Senpai? That's not really my style."
"...I know."
Saeko blinked.
"I suppose that's exactly how Kouhai managed to win over Rias-san so easily, right?"
She'd attended Kuoh Academy for half a semester after all. While she still wasn't intimately familiar with the school, she knew some of the campus legends.
Like how a certain Kouhai had conquered the school's top-tier popular crimson-haired princess in less than a month after transferring—a legendary achievement.
Though she had to admit, many women were drawn to precisely this kind of aggressive, dominant man.
"I'm sorry."
Saeko suddenly said.
Hmm?
Bokue raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"Why apologize?"
"Because... I did something that's going to trouble you, didn't I?"
Saeko smiled apologetically.
"Thinking about it calmly, the reason things ended up like this was entirely due to my selfishness and impulsive actions. I seduced you despite knowing full well about your relationship with Rias-san... That was my fault, and I should take responsibility. So after tonight, I'll pretend this never happened and never bring it up again... Eh?!"
Before she could finish, Saeko suddenly found the young man beneath her vanishing without warning. Caught off guard, she fell forward onto her knees in the bathwater, her hands instinctively pressing against the tub's edge to maintain balance.
At the same time, Bokue's voice came from behind her.
"Looks like Busujima-senpai still doesn't quite understand my style."
"Kouhai? How did you... wait, you couldn't possibly still want to...!!!"
Realizing what the young man intended to do next, Saeko was about to say she couldn't handle any more—but Bokue simply didn't listen.
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