Mu Xiaoxiao just patted Himemiya Makoto's bottom, and she immediately knew what to do. Her movements grew more and more proficient. Even though Makoto knew something was wrong with her, knew her body and mind were growing more accustomed to his presence—
There was no helping it.
That hand...
Brushing over her skin, touching her most private, sensitive parts under her skirt without restraint. After a few days, she couldn muster any resistance. Even when he played with her like this.
The defenses in her heart weakened little by little.
'No! His fingers—'
"Ah!!"
Himemiya Makoto's blurred eyes flew open. His fingers had actually entered... No, this would make it even more... "Nggghhh~"
Sweat on her forehead made her hair stick to her cheeks. Her panting added charm and seductiveness. Leaning on Mu Xiaoxiao's shoulder, Himemiya Makoto's body convulsed and trembled, exuding strong pheromones.
'It's okay. He only used his hands... hasn't it always been like this? As long as we don't actually do it... After all, it's just a deal with Mu Xiaoxiao. For Chi-chan.'
'Ahh~'
'But—he can't go deeper!'
She grabbed the hand under her skirt. Though she said nothing, she conveyed rejection. The grip was weak. Mu Xiaoxiao looked at the girl in his arms playfully and grinned.
He withdrew his hand.
'He really let me go...'
Himemiya Makoto didn't even notice—at that moment, deep in her heart, a touch of loss... and emptiness.
"Huh? Huh?"
Her skirt slipped. Her plump thighs exposed to the air. Her panties were clearly wet. But that wasn't the point. The point was Mu Xiaoxiao...
His big, ferocious dragon pressed between her legs, against her underwear...
Himemiya Makoto felt the burning heat and hardness very clearly.
So hot it almost melted her.
"Wait, wait, wait!"
What was he trying to do? Shouldn't he—
The girl struggled to recover from trembling pleasure. Her shoulders and body resisted weakly. "No, no... this kind of thing... you can't."
"Oh? Can't?" Mu Xiaoxiao raised his chin. His fingers stroked her smooth, tender face. His nose brushed her neck as he sniffed lightly. "I think you want it."
He leaned close to her ear. "Makoto... don't you want it?"
"No..."
Her attitude was firm, though her eyes kept flickering between confusion and clarity. Mu Xiaoxiao watched her for a moment, twitched the corner of his mouth, and let her go.
In truth, he could have used his ability and easily taken her. Even without abilities, continuing to tease her nerves and pleasure might win her over.
But he gave up.
'Too boring.'
'Tsk. Seems I've become someone who plays around now...'
Seeing Mu Xiaoxiao release her, Himemiya Makoto breathed relief. But at the same time, that feeling of emptiness resurfaced. The girl startled and quickly shook her head.
She turned away with a complicated expression. Shyly, she peeked at his big dragon. With difficulty, she spoke. "Though... that kind of thing isn't allowed... I can help you other ways."
"Oh?"
She watched the girl slowly open her clothes, revealing breasts even bigger than Chisato's—white, full. Then nervously, carefully, she grabbed Mu Xiaoxiao's dragon. Her eyelashes trembled.
She bent down...
"So... is this okay?"
"...Can't tell. You're quite skilled."
'Skilled?'
While serving him, Himemiya Makoto flushed with embarrassment. "This—this is my first time!"
Not only using her proud breasts, but also her pink lips—serving him with both lips and tongue... He could really feel her awkward, clumsy service. Makoto's cheeks burned. Serving him in such a shameful way.
So shameless.
But... judging by his expression, he seemed to like it? Secretly glancing up at the boy's face, Himemiya Makoto felt relieved. Yet her heart grew complicated.
At first, she thought Mu Xiaoxiao would force her... Though she'd tried hard to refuse, was he really the type to listen? In the end, he actually let her go.
Himemiya Makoto's emotions tangled.
Mu Xiaoxiao leaned against the wall, enjoying the girl's service while thinking. He would have rejected this method before—not for any reason other than not wanting to waste energy.
Mouth and breasts felt very comfortable, but yielded no ♡.
But now with [Meditation] , wasting a little energy didn't hurt. Obsessing over rewards all the time wasn't good. Life was meant to be enjoyed.
"Makoto. Your compensation isn't bad, but obviously I can't let you off that easily."
"... Hmmm!"
She tried to speak, but Mu Xiaoxiao's hand held her head, continuing to fill her mouth. She could only look at him with aggrieved eyes. He smiled lightly, touched her face, and played with her breasts.
"Don't worry. I won't do anything excessive to you. Just... put a lock on you."
"Lock... lock?"
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When she emerged from the abandoned classroom, Himemiya Makoto's face still burned. Though her last line of defense hadn't fallen, Mu Xiaoxiao had played with her so unscrupulously.
Hard to say her body remained pure... Himemiya Makoto didn't dwell on these complicated thoughts. She just remembered using her mouth just now—ashamed she'd done such a thing.
Doing something so dirty was bad enough, but she'd offered on her own initiative... What had she been thinking?
She didn't know what was wrong with her. When Mu Xiaoxiao released her, she'd panicked inexplicably. Not understanding the source of that panic, she'd volunteered to serve him.
The taste still lingered in her mouth. And... Mu Xiaoxiao had made her swallow it all. Himemiya Makoto blushed and pursed her lips. Suddenly she remembered the shameful marks he'd left on her body.
On her chest, her lower abdomen, including the most private place—pink heart-shaped imprints remained.
The marks he called Incubus Patterns...
"Makoto?"
Himemiya Makoto, still preoccupied with the Incubus Pattern on her body, didn't notice Yoshida Kaoru in the corridor.
"Kaoru-kun?" Realizing her beloved childhood sweetheart stood right before her, Himemiya Makoto felt the taste in her mouth grow more obvious. Panic surged. "You—you're here."
'Why did I have to run into Kaoru-kun now?'
'He probably didn't notice anything.'
"I just finished helping a teacher move things. You..." Under Himemiya Makoto's nervous gaze, Yoshida Kaoru looked at Mu Xiaoxiao beside her. "What were you two doing?"
"I—we were just cleaning out the abandoned classrooms..."
She was nervous.
"I see." The innocent young man, suffering from dense protagonist syndrome, noticed nothing unusual. He looked at Mu Xiaoxiao. "Makoto, who is he?"
"He's..."
Hesitation. Entanglement.
Himemiya Makoto didn't know what to say.
The villain who'd just been intimate with her, whose essence she'd taken in her mouth?
"Hi. I'm Mu Xiaoxiao. Makoto and I are good friends."
Facing the oblivious party, Mu Xiaoxiao showed a kind smile and extended his hand.
"Ah, hello."
'Friend?'
'Makoto actually has a male friend like this?'