"Um… Hello, who's there?"
Chiyo Yuigahama's voice carried confusion and a hint of caution. As a near-solitary woman, with only her daughter soon to return, an unexpected doorbell could spell trouble.
"Mom, it's me! I… Oh, I found my keys!"
Yui hopped excitedly at the door, Biscuit barking twice. She shushed it, jamming the key into the lock with a click.
Her lively, sprightly demeanor made Kagura stifle a chuckle.
The door opened to a narrow hallway, where Chiyo stood by the intercom, head tilted, left hand on her cheek. Her eyes narrowed slightly, her expression a faint, ambiguous smile. Her hair, a vibrant golden-orange—brighter than Yui's—was tied into a large bun. She wore a snug, cream-colored velour top and a loose, ink-blue skirt, her figure curvaceous, her bust-to-waist ratio surpassing Yui's. Her skin… Kagura could only think she looked like Yui's elder sister.
That tight sweater accentuated her ample chest, the effect more pronounced with her size—Chiyo's bust was, frankly, formidable.
"Um… Yui, who's this?"
Chiyo turned, eyeing Kagura, scanning him top to bottom, momentarily stunned. Who's this rebellious, non-mainstream punk? Handsome face, though—could he be Yui's boyfriend? Or some troublemaker she's crossed?
"Madam, greetings. I'm Sawamura Spencer Kagura, Yui's classmate at Sobu High. My apologies for the unannounced visit." Kagura bowed, and Yui chimed in, "Mom, this is the Sawamura-kun I told you about! He's helped me tons, and today he saved Biscuit. We met by chance, so I invited him for tea."
"Oh… but the hair? I thought Sawamura-kun had black hair. Sudden atavism?" Kagura's fame, especially among women, reached even Chiyo's age group.
"You jest. It's just temporary dye for work, a bit of a chaotic look."
"I see," Chiyo said, fully at ease, patting her chest with a warm smile. "Please, make yourself at home. I'm Yui's mother, Chiyo. Just call me by my name."
"Thank you, Chiyo-neesan…"
"Oh my~ What a sweet-talker~"
"Hey! Sawamura-kun, calling Mom 'neesan' makes me a generation lower!" Yui protested.
"No helping it—standing together, you two look like sisters."
Kagura spread his hands innocently, prompting Yui and Chiyo to exchange glances and laugh. "Yui, take some money and buy quality ingredients for a proper meal to host Young Master Sawamura."
Chiyo stepped into her bedroom, pulling out her wallet, carefully counting out a stack of thousand-yen bills—roughly 12,000 yen, over a day's earnings.
"Yes, ma'am!" Yui, about to pour tea, stood, but Kagura sprang up, stopping her. "No need, no need. I'll have tea and go. How could I impose for a meal?"
"You're here, and it's mealtime. It'd be rude not to host you properly. Yui, take the money."
Their fridge had ingredients, but they were too plain for Chiyo to serve a guest like Kagura. As a mother who knew her daughter's glowing eyes when mentioning him, she understood Yui's feelings. Hosting Kagura demanded respectable fare.
She couldn't let Yui lose face.
"No need, Chiyo-san!"
"Eh? Weren't you just calling me 'neesan'?"
"No need, Chiyo-neesan!"
"Hehe~ It's fine. Guests are rare; we usually only have Miko. It's a treat to host."
"Yeah, exactly!" Yui nodded vigorously, Biscuit barking excitedly, wagging its tail at Kagura.
"Alright, Yui, I surrender. I'll stay for dinner, but use what's here—no need to buy more. I'm not picky."
Kagura grabbed Yui's arm to stop her shopping trip.
"Um… Mom…?" Yui looked to Chiyo for guidance.
"Hm… That's fine, but boys eat a lot. Let's get more for a hearty meal. Oh, why not invite Miko too? Sawamura-kun, know Miko? Yotsuya Miko?"
"Yotsuya-san and Yui are both my friends."
Kagura slowly released Yui's arm.
Dinner was unavoidable now.
He hadn't expected Chiyo's warmth, and their expense on his account was mortifying.
"Wonderful! Yui, hurry~ Oh, Sawamura-kun, what do you like? Any allergies?"
"Phew…" Kagura exhaled, addressing them. "I'll join Yui to buy ingredients—she might struggle carrying them."
"Hmph! Don't underestimate me. I can carry plenty! Biscuit's heavy, and I lug him forever," Yui huffed, waving a fist.
Biscuit, hearing "heavy," flopped down, ears drooping awkwardly.
Kagura mused, This dumb dog's oddly human.
"No way guests shop. Sit, please. Yui, go buy and call Miko for dinner."
Chiyo tugged Kagura to the sofa, signaling Yui to leave.
Kagura had no recourse.
He'd hoped to pay during shopping, but Chiyo saw through him, keeping him there.
He messaged Nao to head home—he'd cab later. Nao replied, OK.
Chiyo served tea, sitting beside him, chatting amiably—probing yet comfortable questions. Kagura found her company genuinely pleasant.
And… her chest was distractingly prominent.
Also, her thin, clingy skirt revealed her panties' and hips' outlines when she stood, back to him. Kagura had to avoid staring, lest his arousal become… evident.
As a woman twice his age, Chiyo surely noticed his gaze but graciously ignored it.
This boy… his eyes burn… my chest and hips? Yui's got room to grow there… But at my age, being stared at by a youth is embarrassing.
Kagura thought she hadn't noticed, but she'd clocked him from the start.
"One last thing, Young Master Sawamura…"
Chiyo clasped his hand, holding it gently, smiling with narrowed eyes.
"Please, go ahead."
"Don't hurt Yui… I beg you."
Chiyo bowed her head.
"Never. Please, no need to bow. I'd never harm her." Kagura lifted her up.
Chiyo knew the vast gap between their families. Yui's feelings were a moth to a flame. Unable to stop her, Chiyo hoped this doomed affection would fade, but Kagura's visit and new favors deepened her worry. What if her naive daughter crashed and burned?
With this, she pleaded for Kagura's mercy.
Meanwhile, Yui found Miko. Their homes were close, just over a hundred meters apart. Unlike Yui's danchi, Miko lived in a modest single-family house, her family strained since her father's passing.
"Such a sudden visit… How'd you run into him?"
Miko, perpetually sleep-deprived, stepped out, dark circles faintly visible.
Meeting a boy, she'd considered concealing them with makeup, but Yui's urgency left no time. Besides, Kagura had seen her cry and climax—dark circles were nothing. She half-embraced her broken-jar attitude.
A tiny selfish motive: maybe he'd notice and offer to "write wards" for her ghosts, sparing her the embarrassment of asking, lest she seem like a wanton nympho.
For this, Miko had a secret weapon!
"Well… haha," Yui giggled, waving, grabbing Miko's hand, heading to the supermarket. "I was jogging with Biscuit, his collar slipped, and he ran into the road…"
"Ugh… That's bad, right?"
"Super bad! Kagura-kun's car was coming, but the driver's skills were ace, braking just shy of Biscuit's head…"
"What a close call…"
Miko silently sweated for Biscuit, thinking, Slower driver, and I'd be seeing a dog ghost tonight.
Rushed out, Miko hadn't dressed up—a casual women's hoodie with her favorite "Eye-Eye" cartoon character (a single eye) in dark green, paired with beige hotpants, not denim, without Yui's frayed flair.
"Then Kagura-kun and the driver lady kindly drove us home. At our building, I invited them for tea, and he agreed."
"Wow, he actually said yes? The driver?"
"She's waiting downstairs. Crazy, right? I'm shook." Yui gestured wildly, animated.
"Rich people stuff. We wouldn't get it," Miko shrugged, eyes heavy, expression flat, contrasting Yui's exuberance.
"Then, exiting the elevator, he let me go first, I let him, and…"
"So polite for an elevator…"
"He's such a gentleman~ But Biscuit ran out, leash still on."
"Oh? That's dangerous."
"Right! I was zoned out, but Kagura-kun held the doors, saving Biscuit again." Yui blushed, cupping her face. "Miko, don't you think we've got some weird fate?"
"Uh, hehehe…"
Miko nodded stiffly, thinking, Feels more like Biscuit's got bad karma with him.
"Mom gave me 12,000 yen for ingredients. What should we get?"
"Hm… 12,000? Gotta plan…" Miko rubbed her chin, eyes rolling up. "I'd say sushi and beef—the priciest supermarket beef."
"P-priciest…"
"Sorry, did your mom say to save any?"
"No… I think she meant spend it all."
"Then priciest it is. Treat him well, and he'll be generous back."
Miko recalled Kagura liked beef—they'd had barbecue together. That day, she'd felt his spiritual power's strength, envying Yui's gifted amulet. It also awakened odd proclivities in her.
Already hand-obsessed, Miko nearly climaxed when Kagura wrote on her arm.
Problem was, his wards faded in two to three days, leaving her vulnerable. From past experiences, she'd prepped a trump card today.
A super-duper ultra-strong marker.
Bought from a new online shop, "Ningyo no Ie" (House of Dolls), specializing in traditional Japanese Hina dolls—black-haired, princess-like figures. Miko tested a small X on her upper left arm; it hadn't faded since delivery, though slightly dimmer. Far better than water-dipped writing.
Why mark her delicate skin? The ink was invisible to the naked eye, visible only under UV light. Kagura could write the entire Diamond Sutra on her, and it'd be fine.
Back at Yui's home.
"Greetings, Lord Kagura. Bounty issued. Choose one or skip: A: Ask Madam for more tea. B: Tell Madam you want fish tonight. C: Tell Madam you need the bathroom."
The system's voice yanked Kagura's mind from reality. In the white void, he said, "I'll take A."
Back in reality, he lifted his nearly empty teacup, saying softly, "Could I trouble you for a refill? It's delightful."
"You flatter me. It's just simple tea—I worried a young master like you might not care for it."
"Not at all—" Kagura swirled the empty cup, smiling. "This tea carries a gentle warmth, a nurturing happiness…"
"Oh my…" Chiyo blushed, touching her cheek, refilling his cup.
Kagura heard the system: "Thank you for completing the bounty. You've gained item: [Kaleidoscope] x1 and a 5% female sensitivity enhancement potion."
"Kaleidoscope…?"
The name sounded mystical.
"[Kaleidoscope] forcibly transforms a spirit into a pet, aligning its abilities and influence to your essence."
"Don't get it! Why need a pet spirit?"
"Unknown. System items are fully random."
"Sounds useless."
"You may use it directly."
"On Chiyo-san? A joke—she's not a spirit."
"Direct use lets Kaleidoscope randomly select a suitable spirit for taming, becoming your familiar."
"Fine, use it then."
Kagura didn't care much, trusting his Nine-Word Mantra and guardian spirit fox to handle spirits.
"[Kaleidoscope] activating… Target found, captured… Taming… Tamed. Effect: You can control this spirit with chains formed by the Nine-Word Mantra. Your lust will nourish its existence."
"What the…"
Kagura didn't yet grasp what he'd unleashed.
"Lust as nourishment" reminded him of the "Evil Sword Immortal" from Xianjian 3—five elders' evil thoughts formed a weak game foe but a drama powerhouse.
"This spirit is female, originally a wraith-like entity, a collective of human longing."
"So, a longing collective's my pet now… fueled by my lust?"
"Correct."
"So, what? Purify her?"
"Purifying her purges your evil thoughts. Then…"
"Oh, oh…"
Kagura pictured a female "Evil Sword Immortal."
Better to stay human, with desires. A life without lust—pranks, coveting girls, spicy acts—would be duller than death. No erection around cute girls? Instant impotence?!
"And you can't permanently purify her now."
"Why?"
Kagura felt a chill.
"You've used a Golden Apple, making you immortal. As long as you live, you generate lust, reviving her repeatedly. Full purification delays her revival, leaving you nearly lustless—impotent—during that time. Avoid direct purification."
"Got it…"
"Any further questions?"
"Where is she?"
"Random use means you can't pinpoint her, but you'll sense her when close."
"Can she read my mind?"
Kagura didn't want his thoughts bared.
"She feeds on your lust, vaguely sensing your desires and affections, blurrier with distance."
Kagura paused, rubbing his chin. "If I obsess over sleeping with a girl, what happens?"
"She'll be flooded with images of you ravishing that girl—positions, even fleeting urges to violate a girl you glimpse."
"…Did I create a slutty ghost?"
"No. Your 'my women are mine, untouchable by other males' obsession binds her as your slave. She's female, your property, untouchable by others, and invisible to most."
"Neat… A virgin ghost with a dirty mind? But I can't find her…" Kagura figured he'd deal with it soon.
Trouble was, locating her was like finding a needle in Earth's haystack. And… ignoring her seemed fine? Her appearance was unknown.
"One final note."
"Go on."
"Due to her rootless nature, she was corrupted by extreme evil energy before taming."
"Evil corruption? Consequences?"
"If unaddressed, she may succumb, disintegrating, taking your lust with her. She'd slowly revive by absorbing your lust."
"What?! She dies, my libido's gone? What's my dick for then? If she revives?"
"She revives with the evil, entangled like quantum bonds. Find and handle her soon."
"So, if I don't, my dick's useless forever?"
"Precisely."
"…?!"
Kagura, dazed, exited the system space.
Yui and Miko soon returned with ingredients.
Seeing the sparse but premium "select beef," Kagura facepalmed, sighing, feeling guilty toward Yui's family.
Their modest means, yet such costly ingredients… He owed them.
"Long time no see, Sawamura-kun. Yui said you're dressed wild, and wow, you are."
Miko and Yui set down the goods, smiling, pressing her sleeve to her palm, waving. Even as ash, Miko could ID him by the nine-tailed fox spirit on his shoulder.
She smiled outwardly, inwardly nervous: Did he notice my climax at the service club? No way…
"Been a while. Didn't spook you, meeting here, did I?"
Seeing Miko, Kagura recalled her service club episode—him writing on her hand with a brush, her climaxing, leaving a wet spot he cleaned with a spell.
This girl might be a pervert.
"Totally fine." Miko gave a thumbs-up. Chiyo urged Yui, "Yui, help me cook. Let your friends wait in your room."
"Okay~~~~" Yui raised her right hand energetically.
"Eh… my room—?" Yui glanced at Kagura, blushing.
"Didn't I tell you to keep it tidy? Don't drop the ball now—you're a grown girl."
"No… it's clean, Mom!"
"Then it's fine for Kagura-kun and Miko to relax there, right?"
"Um… yeah…"
Yui agreed, shy and reluctant.
Having a boy she liked in her room without her felt awkward. "Forget it, go play with them. I'll cook."
Chiyo, reading her daughter, waved her off.
"No, Mom, I'll help cook."
"Nope. Here, juice. Take it and hang with your friends."
Chiyo firmly handed Yui a wooden tray with three stout glasses, swiftly adding ice and a carton of concentrated fruit-vegetable juice, so fast Yui was stunned.
Then, Chiyo, stern, gripped Yui's shoulders, spun her around, and faced Kagura and Miko with a gentle smile, winking. "Please wait a bit. I'll start cooking~"
"Uh… thank you."
Kagura and Miko exchanged looks, feeling overwhelmed.
Such warmth was hard to refuse.
Yui, embarrassed, watched Kagura's expression, relaxing when he seemed fine. Earlier, when Chiyo opened the fridge, a milk storage canister—Yui's—flashed briefly, unnoticed by Kagura.
As mentioned, Yui had been producing milk inexplicably, her breasts growing fuller, yet perky, without pregnancy. Doctors offered no solutions, so she used a pump when engorged.
Yui's room embodied the quintessential girly fantasy.
Several pointy-mouthed pink "Ram Rabbit" plushies dotted it—one on the windowsill, the biggest by her pillow, another by the desk. Even her alarm clock was a blue Ram Rabbit item. No boyband posters or idol merch adorned the walls, giving a pure, unstarstruck vibe.
Yui, Miko, and Kagura sat around a low table, cushioned beneath. Yui served juice, pouring for all.
Kagura thanked her, lifting his glass, but noticed Miko staring at it.
"Hm? Something up, Yotsuya-san?"
"Eh…? Oh, nothing, nothing…"
Miko, caught, waved awkwardly, smiling.
She turned, muttering inwardly, Miko, staring at his hands and zoning out? Want him to know you're a freak?
Hand fetishes were common among girls, but climaxing from hand-written words was next-level.
"Ugh… Yui…"
Miko looked at Yui pitifully.
"Hm? What's wrong, Miko? Wanna play something? Poker?"
"I was hoping for your cooking…"
"Hahaha, no can do. Mom's super firm sometimes. Next time, I'll cook for you."
Yui waved, apologizing with a smile.
Miko apologized inwardly, Sorry, Yui. I wanted you gone so Kagura-kun could write on me… She'd hoped for alone time, but Yui returned with juice, unrefusable.
So frustrating!
In a slightly odd atmosphere, they played until dinner.
Yui, shy, let Chiyo sit beside Kagura. Yui faced him, Miko faced Chiyo. The lavish spread made Kagura sheepish, and he ate reservedly.
"Kagura-kun, this won't do~ We bought this for you and Miko. Eat up, don't be shy with Auntie!" Chiyo puffed her cheeks.
Her chest jiggled, drawing Kagura's eyes.
"Uh… cough…" Kagura coughed awkwardly, looking away. "I'm eating, I'm eating."
"No way," Chiyo used her chopsticks to offer him beef, catching drips with her left hand, blinking expectantly under Yui and Miko's surprised gazes. "Here, ahh~"
"Ah… ahh…?"
Kagura's eyes shifted from her chest to the beef, opening his mouth, accidentally grazing the chopsticks. Yui and Miko's chopsticks trembled, both thinking, That's… an indirect kiss!
Kagura, used to Nao's feeding, wasn't fazed, but a charming madam feeding him felt different.
His mother, Sayuri, now nominally his butler, rarely fed him, and he never asked, dreading Eriri and Qiong's mockery.
"Tasty?"
Seeing him swallow, Chiyo smiled, touching her cheek.
"Of course… delicious."
Kagura chewed carefully, thinking, Hard to taste… A gorgeous madam's chopstick-fed meal, indirect kiss…
"Wait… Mom, when did you start calling him 'Kagura-kun'?" Yui spotted a blind spot.
"Hm?" Chiyo tilted her head, smiling naturally. "Mom and Kagura-kun get along great, so calling his name's fine~"
"Eh… Mom, that's sneaky! Bonding with him while I was shopping!"
"Yui, you can call him that too~"
"I… I…" Yui, blushing, glanced at Kagura, mumbling, "I'll… stick with Sawamura-kun for now."
"Call me Kagura, it's fine."
Kagura winked at Yui and Miko.
"Eh— Then Mom will too~ Kagura~~"
Chiyo leaned in, her sweet, syrupy voice whispering in his ear.
That alone melted him.
Glancing at her, he sensed—maybe imagined—a seductive charm. Her legs… their contours faintly visible under the ink-blue skirt, so close. Feeling bold, he "accidentally" shifted his left leg, pressing against hers.
Chiyo, seemingly oblivious, fed him another piece.
This continued until the platter was cleared.
Yui rose to pour lemonade. Kagura, hand on his full stomach, said comfortably, "Thank you for the feast. Sorry for the expense."
"Nonsense. Yui owes you for school, and Biscuit too. I heard you saved him at the elevator. That silly dog's a bit dim."
"Yeah… really! Thank you, Sawamura-kun!"
Yui stood, bowing quickly.
"Hey, no big deal."
Kagura waved it off.
Lowering his hand, he saw Chiyo's right leg pressed against his left.
Could I… touch it? Her husband—dead, divorced, or separated—was absent, and she was so alluring.
Kagura didn't plan much—just a test touch. If she reacted, he'd claim accident. If not, he wouldn't push further.
His left hand quietly settled on her right thigh.
Even through the skirt, it felt soft, silky.
Facing Yui, he stole a glance at Chiyo. She showed no reaction, just a faint smile. Feeling he'd gone too far, he started to lift his hand, but Chiyo, perfectly timed, pressed his wrist down with her right hand, propping her chin with her left, smiling. "Young Master Kagura's such a good boy—gentle, approachable. Mom likes you." My, this boy… so bold, seizing the slightest chance.
"Mom…!" Yui, embarrassed, huffed. "Talk like that at school, and girls would shun you!"
"But Mom graduated nineteen years ago~"
Kagura realized she was saying she was thirty-seven, like Sayuri, in her prime.
"Uh… true…"
Yui slumped onto the table, defeated.
Kagura's heart raced. He couldn't believe he was touching Chiyo's thigh, her hand pinning his there.
Is she… letting me?
"By the way, Yui and I didn't see your car. How're you getting home?"
Miko, sensing the odd vibe, tossed out a new topic.
Before Kagura could reply, Chiyo "eh?"-ed, reluctantly rubbing his hand. "Leaving right after eating? Stay and play with Yui. Besides Miko, we rarely have guests, and boys? Years apart."
"Haha, it's just me and Mom," Yui giggled.
"What about you, Yotsuya-san? When're you heading back?"
Kagura gently pinched Chiyo's thigh. She released his hand, and he rubbed it briefly, glancing at her unchanged, warm smile.
What a wife…
"Me? Oh, you don't know, Sawamura-kun? My place is like a hundred meters from Yui's. Three minutes' walk, anytime's fine."
Though night walks mean ghost encounters… I'm used to it.
"Yeah, Miko and I crash at each other's places a lot," Yui nodded like a puppy.
"Ahh~ All full," Chiyo stretched, Kagura discreetly withdrawing his hand. She rose, hands on the table, addressing them. "I'll clean up. Keep Yui company. Her smiles today are brighter because of you, Kagura-kun. It's Golden Week—have fun."
"No way…! Ugh, Mom, stop saying embarrassing stuff!"
Yui, mortified, scurried over, playfully pounding Chiyo's arm.
With that, Kagura didn't refuse, returning to Yui's room.
He leaned against her bed, posture now relaxed. Yui knelt to his left, Miko cross-legged, clearly not one for kneeling long.
Kagura definitely wasn't either.