Yami: "So… all the people who died in the virtual world ended up dying from 'accidents' in reality?"
Mizuki Nakahara: "If nothing else, yes. That's why I wanted to request some information from you."
Yami chuckled.
Yami: "Request, huh? That's a pretty stiff word. You make it sound so formal."
Yami: "You were all there too, weren't you? Why ask me?"
Mizuki Nakahara: "That's the problem. We can't tell anyone else about the virtual world. Not in writing, not in speech… nothing. The system blocks us completely."
"…A secret operation?" Yami raised a brow. "So it's like that, huh. This game's got more layers than I thought."
Yami: "Fine. You want me to handle the official report about the violent node that triggered all this, right?"
Mizuki Nakahara: "Exactly."
Yami: "Got it. Just don't bother me with irrelevant details."
Mizuki Nakahara: "Understood."
Yami: "Oh, and one more thing. Friendly reminder—the stones you got? Keep them safe. They're worth more than you think."
Kurumi: "Oho? Do you actually know what they are?"
Yami: "Not exactly. But if mine's anything to go by… let's just say it's good. Very good."
Takina: "I'll keep it safe then."
Chisato Nishikigi: "Ara~? Takina, you sent him a friend request and he accepted instantly? Hmmm… Takina, is someone a little attracted to you? Sideways-smile JPG"
Takina: "Chisato!! Stop saying random things!"
Yami: "Relax, I was just taking a shower."
With zero hesitation, Yami raised his phone, snapped a photo, and sent it to the chat.
Yami: [Picture]
Three seconds later—
Takina: "EHHH?!!"
Kurumi: "Wow~ So big. Brother Yami, your build is perfect. Sculpted like a Greek god!"
Mizuki Nakahara: "Judging by the world's general data… yes, statistically, very impressive. Tsukishiro-kun, if you don't mind, will you marry me?"
Chisato Nishikigi: "Pfft—HAHAHAHA! Takina just fled the room! Absolutely dying over here! Arms-akimbo laugh JPG"
Yami: "Hahaha. @Mizuki — if you don't mind my effort, then I don't mind either."
Mizuki Nakahara: "Oh my~ quite the flirt… Fine then. Next time we meet, how about I propose properly?"
Yami: "OK."
He typed it with a soft smile, then set the phone aside.
Whether he was joking or serious—no one could tell.
For now, he returned to his shower in peace.
Yami still had more than 130,000 magic stones in his possession, but for now, he had no intention of using them.
There were just over ten thousand left before he could push the Shadow Monarch meme to Level 7, but there was no real urgency. As for the Star Dragon King, upgrading it could wait.
---
Meanwhile, in a quiet villa.
Eriri ran down the hall barefoot, her golden twin tails bouncing behind her.
She flung open the bedroom door, only to see her mother Sawamura Sayuri sitting on the sofa with the lamp still on, despite the late hour.
Without hesitation, Eriri leapt straight into her mother's arms.
"Mom!!!"
"Eriri?" Sayuri blinked in surprise, her usual elegant composure giving way to concern as she instinctively hugged her daughter tight.
"Uuu…!"
The tears she had been holding back poured out all at once, soaking Sayuri's dress.
Sayuri gently stroked her back, murmuring softly. "It's okay… I'm here, I'm here."
Only after a long while did Eriri's sobs quiet down. She wanted to tell her mother about everything that had happened—the battles, the collapse, Yami but the words caught in her throat. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't explain.
Sayuri sighed deeply, a shadow crossing her expression.
"…So. You already know."
"Eh?"
A giant question mark popped into Eriri's head. Know what?
Sayuri took a breath, her tone carrying a rare weight.
"Your father… died in a car accident."
"Wha—?!"
Eriri froze completely. Her mind went blank.
Her father—? But she barely even knew him. He was more like a ghost than a parent. She had only seen him a handful of times since she was little, always distant, always absent.
And yet… her mother would never joke about something like this.
(Note: In this world, there are no national borders. Everything is unified under a single government known as the Alliance. Families like the Sawamuras are part of its official nobility, mixed with elements of magic lineage.)
Sayuri pressed a hand against her temple, clearly fighting off a headache. Her tone grew serious, almost grim.
"Eriri, now that things have come to this, I can't hide it from you any longer."
She grasped her daughter's hand tightly, her expression complicated beyond words.
"The truth is… you're not my daughter. And not your father's daughter either."
"Huh?!"
"You're actually the daughter of my sister. Your so-called father and I were in a fake marriage. But…" Sayuri's voice softened, trembling slightly. "Even if the blood isn't real, I've always treated you as my own."
"…Eh?"
The impact of those words hit Eriri harder than any blow in the virtual world.
Not her mother's daughter? Not her father's either? Then what was she?
Her eyes glazed over. Her mind spun.
"This has to be a dream…"
In a daze, she clenched her fist. And before Sayuri could stop her—
Thud!
She punched herself square in the forehead.
"Eriri!!!" Sayuri's horrified scream echoed through the room as her daughter collapsed unconscious onto the sofa.
---
Yami stepped into the room, the faint lamplight spilling over the sheets...and there she was.
Ella lay sprawled across the bed, completely bare, her pale skin glowing under the soft glow.
Her legs were parted shamelessly, her body trembling slightly as though she'd been waiting like that for hours.
Wine-red eyes met his, hazy and wet, her lips curving into the faintest, desperate smile.
"…Master," she whispered, her voice low and needy, "please… take me."
The sight alone made Yami's breath deepen, a slow grin tugging at his lips. He unbuttoned his shirt without hurry, his gaze locked on her trembling form.
"You really can't wait, can you?" he drawled, his tone equal parts mocking and aroused.
Ella's thighs quivered, her fingers curling into the sheets as she lifted her hips slightly, offering herself with no shame. "I… I belong to you. Use me however you want."
Yami chuckled darkly, tossing his shirt aside as he moved closer. His hand trailed up her thigh, fingertips brushing against the slick heat already waiting for him.
"Inviting me like this… you're practically begging to be ruined."
Her breath hitched, a soft moan slipping out as his fingers teased her entrance. "Yes… ruin me, Master. Please."
Yami's smirk widened. He stripped the rest of the way, his length already hard, pulsing with anticipation.
Positioning himself between her legs, he pressed the tip against her soaked folds, savoring the way she shuddered beneath him.
"Good," he murmured, voice low and commanding. "Then spread wider. I want to see everything when I take what's mine."
And as her trembling legs obeyed, opening further for him, Yami thrust in deep with one sharp motion
Shlickk—slap!
Ella cried out, her back arching off the sheets, the raw sound of her moan echoing through the room.
"Ahhh—! M-Master!!"
Yami's grin only grew. "That's it. Scream louder."
Slap—slap—slap!
The room echoed with the sharp clapping of skin against skin as Yami drove into her, each thrust making Ella's breasts bounce, her moans breaking into helpless cries.
"Ahhh—! M-Master…! So deep—!"
Yami grinned above her, sweat glistening on his chest as he pressed harder, faster, until the bed itself creaked under their movements.
"Listen to that sound," he chuckled, hips smacking against her with obscene rhythm.
Clap! Clap! Slap!
"Your body's making music just for me."
Her face flushed crimson, but instead of shrinking away, she clung to him tighter, nails digging into his shoulders. "If it's for you, Master… then let it be as loud as you want!"
Yami's eyes gleamed, and with a sudden shift, he caught her thighs and pushed them back, folding her legs slowly up toward her chest.
Her eyes widened, a gasp spilling out as the new angle opened her completely, his length sliding deeper than before.
Shhhhllick—clap! Clap! Clap!
Her scream tore out, raw and sweet. "AHHH—! It's—nghh—it's hitting so deep!"
"Perfect," Yami murmured against her ear, his voice low and playful. "This is the position for filling you up, Ella. Can you feel it? How close I am to your womb?"
Her whole body shivered, her voice breaking into desperate cries. "Yes! I feel it—Master, I feel everything—ahhhhnn!"
He thrust harder, hips snapping with force, the claps resounding louder, faster, wet and filthy.
Slap—slap—slap—slap!
The sheets beneath them were already a mess, slick with sweat and arousal.
Ella's arms wrapped around his neck, her eyes glassy but filled with joy. "Don't hold back—please… make me yours completely!"
Yami smirked, kissing her deeply between her moans. When he broke the kiss, his words were warm yet commanding. "You already are mine. But if you want me to prove it… then I'll give you everything."
Her voice turned to pleading cries, each one higher than the last. "Yes—! Please—fill me—ahhhhnnn!"
Clap! Clap! Clap! Shlick—slap!
Yami's pace grew savage, his hips slamming down with wet, obscene claps that echoed through the room.
Slap—slap—slap—shlick!
Ella's cries came higher and higher, her body tightening around him until she was nearly screaming.
"M-Master! I—ahhh—I can't—!"
Yami growled low in her ear, pressing her legs tighter to her chest, folding her completely into a breeding position.
The new angle drove him impossibly deep, the tip of his length kissing the very entrance of her womb.
"Take it all, Ella. I'm finishing inside."
Her hazy eyes widened, then rolled back as the pressure overwhelmed her. "Y-Yeshhh—! Fill me—please, Master—ahhhhnn!"
With one final, brutal thrust, Yami buried himself to the hilt.
Shhhhlckk—! Clap!
His release poured into her in hot waves, so much that she gasped aloud at the sheer heat flooding her insides.
"Ahhh—! I-I feel it—inside—so deep—!"
The tip pressed against her womb as thick spurts filled her completely, overflowing until white streaks leaked down her thighs, staining the sheets beneath them.
Splrt… drip… splat.
Ella's legs trembled in his grip, her body arching as she came undone with him, her voice breaking into a blissed-out whisper:
"…Yeshhh… all yours… forever…"
Yami stayed there, buried deep, savoring the sight of her twitching body and the mess they'd made together.
Then a low chuckle escaped him, rich and amused. He leaned down, brushing his lips against her ear as his chest rumbled with laughter.
"You really love saying that same thing, huh?"
Ella, still dazed and flushed, gave a weak little nod, her wine-red eyes glazed with devotion.
"Because… it's true. I want to be your good girl… always."
Yami smirked, kissing the corner of her mouth before pulling her into his arms, still pressed close, still inside her.
"…Then don't stop proving it."
Her exhausted smile lingered as she melted into his chest, her voice fading into a sleepy murmur.
"Yeshhh… I won't…"
And as she drifted into blissful sleep, Yami remained awake, still smirking faintly, the sound of her words replaying in his head.
𝘼/𝙉: 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙪𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡! ⬇️ 𝙉𝙖𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙤: 𝙍𝙚𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙖𝙨 𝙃𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙣 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙄𝙢𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙡
𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙮 𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙋𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚... 𝙞𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥𝙨 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙩.
---
The next morning, chaos swept the world.
The news reported wave after wave of strange accidents—car crashes, explosions, falls. Over 8,000 people dead in a single night.
Though the details were suppressed by the authorities, rumors still spread like wildfire online.
Even Yami's own class buzzed with tension. After all, some of the dead were their classmates.
The school announced a three-day closure.
For three days, reality seemed unnervingly quiet.
Yami passed the time idly, occasionally delving into dungeons. Shinobu and the others were steadily making their way through the lower floors, though the monsters had grown stronger as well.
By now, even the first floor could spawn second-level zombies. The dungeon's difficulty scaled itself intelligently, adjusting to each adventurer's strength.
Progress was slow—but growth was certain.
As for Yami himself?
Well… his own days were far from dull.
After all, he had a certain someone at home who could be called the ultimate stress-reliever.
And whenever Ella clung to him like a koala—temptation burning in her eyes—how could he possibly say no?
While the world outside grew restless, Yami Tsukishiro's own life remained… rather comfortable.