She closed her eyes? Just one glance and she shut them? Does that mean she's okay with it—giving me the green light?
Kuroha could hardly believe it. Looks like today he was really shedding his old life for something new!
His trembling hand began sliding upward. As it moved, he clearly felt Yuma's breathing quicken, her kisses growing more intense, like she was distracting herself.
I get it, I get it. Nervous, huh? Me too...
Closer... almost there, just a little more.
Kuroha psyched himself up.
"Hmm..."
With Yuma's soft hum, his hand finally reached its longed-for prize, cupping that soft, bouncy mound.
The elastic give, the perfect handful size, her girlish whimper...
Ah... this is paradise...
Kuroha couldn't resist squeezing a bit. Yuma's eyes snapped open, staring at him.
He thought he was done for, but she didn't stop him. Instead, she grabbed his hand, guiding it past the annoying fabric to her bare, creamy skin.
Yuma broke the deep kiss, gazing at him with watery tenderness.
"Kuroha-kun, you're making me feel so needy right now..."
"Ah, sorry, sorry!"
Kuroha yanked his hand back like a total wimp.
Yuma pouted at him, then stripped bare right in front of his eyes.
Kuroha swallowed hard, taking in her slender figure, those perky swells, and the proud pink tips standing erect.
"Is this what I meant...?"
She pressed against his chest, nestling softly.
"Kuroha-kun... do you think I'm too easy?"
Kuroha's body went rigid from her actions, but her question snapped him back.
"N-No way... To be honest, you're an angel in my eyes. The moment you appeared before me, it was love at first sight. How could I ever think my angel was loose?"
Yuma giggled in his arms, then slowly lifted her head, her eyes brimming with deep affection.
"Kuroha-kun... we can go further, but promise you'll treat me right from now on, okay?"
"Definitely!"
Blood rushed to his head—facing a home run, he'd promise anything!
Yuma's slim, soft hands peeled off his clothes, then pushed him onto the bed.
"It's my first time... I'm scared it'll hurt, so I want to be on top..."
"O-Okay..."
Kuroha grinned like an idiot.
With Yuma's shy expression, he felt himself enveloped in warm tightness. Her little hum sealed their union.
"Hmm... it hurts..."
Her pretty brows furrowed in a pitiful, heart-tugging way.
Kuroha watched a streak of crimson trickle down, staining the sheets.
Ah... Yuma's first time... Has the goddess finally blessed me?
"I'm gonna move now..."
After adjusting to the pain, she warned him and started rocking on her own.
With each rise and fall, a seductive flush colored her cheeks. Her small mouth parted, exhaling pink-tinged breaths that begged to be tasted.
About ten minutes in, Kuroha felt his limit approaching. Yuma's face was flushed red from holding back.
"Yuma... I think I'm about to..."
"M-Me too, Kuroha-kun..."
Her hands braced on his chest, gripping harder as her eyes shimmered with lust, locked on his.
"Hey, Kuroha-kun, this is my precious experience... so in return, can you do one thing for me?"
"What?"
"Will you... die for me?!"
Kuroha's eyes bulged in horror as massive, pitch-black wings sprouted from Yuma's back.
They flapped once, sending black feathers drifting down to his feet.
An angel...?
Shing!
A shrill, metallic screech exploded in his ears. In the next instant, a black spear pierced clean through his heart.
Am I dreaming? It hurts... it hurts so much!!!
Kuroha tried to scream, but blood loss from the wound stole his voice.
Through half-lidded eyes, he watched Yuma stand with a cold sneer, licking her fingers.
"Giggle... You're lucky to get my first time. You must be satisfied dying now, right? I didn't expect you to be so innocent—it almost made me feel a spark of something."
Her gaze hardened, tenderness turning to ice.
"Sorry. You're a danger factor to us. We have to take you out early. Blame the god who let that Sacred Gear dwell in you."
God... what...?
So tired... wanna sleep... Am I dying?
I'm only a second-year...
At least I didn't die a virgin. No regrets, right?
Like hell! I haven't lived enough... I don't wanna die...
In his fading vision, his blood soaked the sheets like a river, mingling with that initial crimson stain—stark and glaring.
As death closed in, memories flashed like a lantern show, settling on a red-haired beauty.
Every time he saw her at school, that fiery hair burned into his mind.
A dying hallucination? Who is she, and why's she in my head?
Kuroha grew sleepier, eyes narrowing to slits he could barely open.
Or maybe holding on this long was his last burst of strength? Heart pierced and all...
"It's you who summoned me..."
In his final moments, a pleasant voice echoed from nowhere. A figure appeared before him, but exhaustion blurred her face. The voice sounded like a beauty, though.
Damn... even now, thinking about that...
"You look like you're about to die. Those wounds... oh, so you're the one... how interesting."
The melodic voice said things he couldn't grasp. He wanted to ask what she meant, but he couldn't speak.
"Since you're dying anyway, let me save you. From now on, live for me..."
With those words, Kuroha's eyes shut completely. In that final glimpse—cascading red hair, dancing without wind...