The next morning, Kousuke found himself staring out the window of a private jet, the kind of luxury only Morgan could casually arrange. Not that he couldn't afford it himself, especially with his business booming lately, but who in their right mind would turn down a free flight?
The clouds drifted by like silver waves, and far below, the endless blue of the Mediterranean stretched to the horizon. It was the weekend, so he could have the next two days dedicated to their date then returns just as quickly with teleportation.
Seeing the landscape below, Kousuke turned toward Morgan with a small smile tugging at his lips. "Turkey, huh? Didn't expect that choice. I was betting on Britain or something."
Morgan, seated elegantly beside him, smirked from behind her sunglasses. "Why would I pick the place I despise most for our honeymoon? Turkey isn't just a whim, you know. It's where East meets West, magic and myth intertwined since ancient times. Romantic, exotic, historically rich and bla bla bla." Her tone softened as she looked out the window. "Well what's important is, it's far from the prying eyes of both the Church and the Devils. We'll have some peace and quiet."
Kousuke couldn't argue with that. After a hectic week since his return, a quiet escape sounded more than welcome. He hadn't travel much when he used to go from place to place in Otherworld. After all, people needed the hero presence to calm their anxious heart, and to completely rid of demon kinds.
When they landed in Cappadocia, the view was breathtaking, rolling valleys painted in shades of gold and crimson, ancient cave dwellings carved into soft rock, and a few colorful hot air balloons rising into the morning sky. It wasn't the best time for tourism in this burning heat, but that didn't stopped some from taking pictures with their loved ones.
Morgan took in a deep breath of the warm wind as they stepped out of the airport, her hair fluttering lightly. "Beautiful, isn't it? A perfect setting for a short honeymoon that we could enjoy without some nosy people interfering into our affairs."
Kousuke chuckled. "I'm starting to think you just wanted a scenic place to flaunt our 'marriage.' Not complaining though, good choice even."
"Maybe~" she replied with a sly grin, linking her arm through his. "After all, I am quite the catch, aren't I? Beautiful and powerful, you won't find that combination easily in this peaceful world."
Kousuke hummed thoughtfully, nodding. "Can't argue with that. I'm no fisherman, but catching you was like running into a naval mine."
Morgan tilted her head, lips curving into a teasing smirk. "If I'm the mine, then what are you? The ancient Kraken lurking in the depths?" Her hand trailed over his chest as she continued in a low, playful tone. "Thick, dangerous… but surprisingly tender. Makes me hungry just thinking about it~"
A shiver ran down Kousuke's spine. To any passerby, her words might have sounded harmless, maybe just slightly flirtatious but he knew better. The predatory glint in her eyes and the way her fingers brushed along his chest told him exactly what she meant.
Ever since she discovered his parents were away on vacation, Morgan had decided not to return to the mansion she'd purchased. Instead, she'd stayed at his house. Being woken up by her wearing nothing but an apron had somehow become… normal. She'd taken the "wife" role far too seriously.
"There's still an hour before check-in," Kousuke said quickly, choosing the safer path. "How about we grab something to eat first?"
He wasn't against her advances, heck, far from it, but he didn't want this "honeymoon," as she called it, to be nothing but only that. As tempting as the thought was, he wanted to actually enjoy the trip like exploring and some time to relax, in short, make memories that would last.
"Mmm… not a bad idea~" Morgan purred, withdrawing her hand but keeping her arm linked through his. "You'll need plenty of energy for tonight anyway, dear husband."
Kousuke laughed. "Then you won't be disappointed."
She led him to a charming, high-end restaurant tucked away from the main street. The interior was elegant and warmly lit, filled with the faint scent of spice and roasted meat. A handsome waitress guided them to an open seat by the window.
Kousuke wasn't surprised when he saw the menu, every item carried a price tag with at least two extra zeros. Still, he ordered the restaurant's signature dish, Testi Kebab, along with Nevşehir Mantısı, small meat-filled dumplings alongside a cup of iced coffee.
Morgan chose the same kebab, paired with a stuffed quince called Ayva Dolması, and an expensive glass of wine. Their conversation drifted easily as they waited, mostly about his experiences after her mysterious disappearance in the Otherworld. When their meals arrived, the aroma alone was enough to make his mouth water.
"Mmm, that's good," Kousuke muttered after taking his first bite.
Morgan nodded, savoring her meal. The meat was tender and bursting with flavor, each bite releasing a rich, savory juice. The rest of the dishes were just as delightful, and they lingered for a while, sipping coffee and wine as the sun began its slow descent. They calmly observed the passersby going about their lives, smiles adorning their faces. When it came time to pay the bill, Morgan was about to take out her card, but Kousuke handed his black card to the waitress first. He wasn't so shameless as to leech off her for everything. Although expensive, he had more than enough to spend on that card—one Mei had given him when they met in the past.
When the time for check-in drew near, they left the restaurant, Morgan insisting on buying the whole bottle of wine, even went as far as paying double the price. "I'll finish it later tonight," she said with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
By three in the afternoon, they arrived at the hotel Morgan had reserved the day before. She handled the conversation at the counter with effortless charm while Kousuke stood behind her, holding their luggage. To the staff and onlookers, they probably looked like an older sister taking her younger brother on a trip. Kousuke just smiled at their assumption. If the rooms were as soundproof as advertised, he saw no reason to clarify their relationship.
As soon as they stepped inside their room, the atmosphere shifted. The door clicked shut and before he could even set the luggage down, Kousuke found himself pushed onto the bed. Morgan's expression had changed completely; the calm composure she'd shown moments ago had melted into something darker, hungrier. Each piece of clothing she shed fell to the floor with a whisper, her every step deliberate and confident. She stopped just short of him, dressed only in black lace, the faintest smirk curving her lips.
"I can't wait till tonight," she murmured, her voice low and sultry. "I need you now."