Clatter, clatter, clatter~~
The cards spilled out, striking the green tabletop with sharp thuds.
Miko craned her neck, squinting. When she realized what Kagura had poured out, she froze.
Fifty… fifty thousand yen per card? That's… half a million?!
Truth be told, whenever Miko saw 50,000-yen gift cards in stores, she'd only scoff and pass by. "This one's for you—keep it quiet, don't blab!"
Before Kagura could arrange the ten cards, he slid one across the table to Miko. She caught it, dazed, but before she could ask, "Keep what secret?" he scooped up the remaining nine, stood, and strode to Yui's bed. Lifting her pillow, he tucked the cards beneath, smoothed the pink pillow back, and made it seamless. Done. He sat back down.
"Phew…"
Kagura wiped his forehead, looking accomplished.
"Um…"
Miko fingered the 50,000-yen card, slowly raising her eyes to him.
Though unspoken, her gaze asked the question.
"It's not great to make Yui's family spend so much on me. Don't say anything—let her find them herself."
Kagura pressed a finger to his lips, winking rapidly.
Miko got it instantly.
Sawamura-kun… despite your occasional odd style, you're genuinely kind. Gift cards instead of cash—such thoughtfulness.
Her lips curled into a wide smile, thrilled her best friend had such a… well, male friend.
This gesture skyrocketed her fondness for him.
Little did she know, Kagura was a "midway convert"—the cards were forced on him by Mai Sakurajima.
But that secret would stay buried. As long as he kept quiet, no one would know he'd repurposed Mai's gift.
Soon, Yui returned with colas, hands slightly damp. Kagura noted she'd washed them, confirming Miko's "picking a flower" claim.
At 8:30 PM, Kagura and Miko left Yui's room to say goodbye. Chiyo, seeing them, touched her cheek with mock regret. "Oh my, leaving already? Stay and play with Yui a bit longer."
"I'll visit again, but it's late. Thank you for your hospitality." Kagura bowed slightly. Chiyo seized the chance to pat his head, chuckling, "Good boy, good boy. You must come back—no empty promises to Auntie."
"Mom… Mommy! That's rude!"
Yui pushed Chiyo away.
"Yes, yes~ Sorry~" Chiyo's apology was nonchalant. Yui turned to Kagura, flustered. "S-sorry…"
"No worries. You two have a great bond."
Kagura didn't mind, though his body reacted instinctively, stirring at the memory.
Yui might not have noticed, but when he'd bowed, his forehead grazed Chiyo's breasts through her clothes, instantly recalling their fleeting, steamy bathroom encounter.
"Hahaha… Should I walk you downstairs?" Yui offered humbly.
"No need, too polite," Miko waved off.
But Yui and Chiyo, in unison, chirped, "No way~!"
Their similar looks made it feel like twins in perfect sync.
Yui, blushing, exchanged a shy smile with her mom, then hurried to escort Kagura and Miko out.
As Kagura stepped out, Chiyo called from inside, "Did you both grab everything? Don't forget stuff—it's a hassle to come back for it."
"Forgotten stuff…" Miko patted her pockets, shaking her head at Yui. Kagura touched his, freezing. "Awkward, I forgot my phone."
"Oh, go grab it! Miko and I'll wait here."
Yui, unsuspecting, urged him back.
Re-entering, Chiyo chided him like she would Yui, hand on cheek, feigning exasperation. "That won't do, Kagura-kun. Don't be scatterbrained like Yui."
"Sorry, sorry…"
Kagura shrank under her scolding.
Do all older women talk like this?
"Mom, Mommy!"
Yui protested, red-faced, from outside.
As Chiyo shut the door, she asked over her shoulder, "Where'd you leave your phone, Kagura-kun?"
"Right here…"
Kagura spun, pinning Chiyo against the short hallway's wall, left hand seizing her ample right breast, lips crashing onto her moist ones.
She'd brushed her teeth post their earlier intimacy, but even if she hadn't, Kagura wouldn't care—after she'd pleasured him, how could he judge her lips?
"Mmm…"
Chiyo hadn't expected his "counterattack," but instead of pushing him away, she melted into it, eyes closing, arms wrapping his back, savoring this final burst of passionate desire.
Kagura's lips devoured hers, opening and closing, sucking and licking her lips and soft tongue. His left hand kneaded her breast, swallowing her moans, while his right hand darted to her thighs. Her long skirt blocked direct access, frustrating him as he groped through the fabric.
Chiyo, compliant, lifted her skirt higher until his hand could slip beneath. His fingers glided over her warm, soft abdomen, dipping past her panty's edge.
"Oh…"
Chiyo sighed in relief as his fingers plunged into her dark, mature thicket—the first time he'd touched such lush pubic hair. Its sensual allure hardened him instantly, sparking a vivid urge: I want to bury my face in it, inhale deeply, rub against it, press my tongue to her clit, and lick through this fur.
His middle and ring fingers roughly invaded her slit, dragging in some hairs, stirring wildly as if marking her as his.
"Mmm—mmph…!"
Chiyo, aching and weak-kneed, trembled. Kagura ceased kissing, yanking her sweater up past her round breasts, exposing her matching bra, then tugging it down, freeing two pale, veined orbs.
Her skirt, caught by his wrist, bared her straight, snowy legs and purple-red panties, stray hairs peeking out. His right hand churned inside, making her panties bulge like a trapped slime.
Kagura bit her tender, deep-pink nipple, eliciting a pained whimper. His assault bordered on ravishment, yet Chiyo didn't resent it, feeling youthful vigor return, secretly craving more intensity.
To muffle her, Kagura clamped her lips with his left hand, head dipping to gnaw her erect nipple, grinding it with his teeth, sucking hard as if to draw milk. He switched to her right breast, her heavy breaths warming his fingers, her body writhing with his probing.
"Ah—Mua… Mua!"
Kagura sucked her nipple fiercely, as if elongating it.
"Fu—fu…"
Chiyo's breaths remained labored. Moments later, he yanked her panties to her knees, squatted, and stripped them off her ankles.
"Quick… hurry…"
Chiyo didn't scold but monitored the door, covering her mouth as Kagura lifted her legs.
He buried his face in her sensual pubic hair, lips tugging hairs near her clit, cheeks rubbing her soft, elastic mound, inhaling her mature feminine scent. Forcing her legs apart, he pressed his tongue to her clit, lapping side to side, pressing hard, or flicking rapidly like a dragonfly skimming water.
Knock, knock, knock— Yui's voice came from outside, anxious. "Sawamura-kun, you okay? Found your phone?"
Chiyo, nearing climax, pushed his head. Kagura snatched her panties, reluctantly standing, kissing her fiercely, swapping saliva. He pinched a tuft of hair near her clit, yanking it out, making her whimper, "Mmm—," tears welling, her gaze tinged with reproach.
He tucked the hairs into her panties, folded them, and pocketed the bundle.
Chiyo steadied her breath, adjusted her bra and sweater, opened the door, and resumed her virtuous demeanor, touching her flushed cheek. "Kagura-kun, don't forget next time."
"Yesss~~~"
Kagura replied playfully.
He'd cast a "cleanse" spell to erase any trace of Chiyo's scent, avoiding exposure.
Chiyo's bare groin felt cool, love juices seeping, yet she smiled, waving goodbye to Kagura and Miko in front of Yui.
"See you next time!"
Yui escorted them to the elevator, grinning goofily, waving both hands.
Miko waved back, smiling. Kagura nodded as the elevator doors slid shut like curtains, hiding Yui's face.
Miko sensed something off—Kagura seemed overly excited, though she couldn't pinpoint why. Back home, Yui noticed her mom's odd behavior, eyes darting to the door.
"Mom, you okay?" After Kagura left, Yui's fervor cooled. Clutching her mother's hand, she bowed, ashamed. "I spent all 12,000 yen on ingredients… Sorry, you work so hard."
"It's fine…" Chiyo squinted, smiling, patting Yui's head, pinching her bun. "I haven't seen you this happy in ages. Don't worry—Mom can earn more."
"Mmm…"
Yui, blushing, hugged her.
But Chiyo subtly resisted, thinking, Sorry, Yui… He's the boy you like, yet I got so excited, nearly climaxing at the door. My nipples are still hard and swollen… So uncomfortable.
A flicker of anticipation for their next meeting lingered.
On Kagura's side:
"It's dark out. Won't your family worry, Yotsuya-san?" Kagura asked Miko, hands in pockets, as they left Yui's building.
"Oh, no, no. My mom's just off work, probably heading home now."
"Uh… alright."
Kagura hadn't realized Miko's mom worked late even during Golden Week. Both friends' families had it tough.
"Also… one more thing…" Miko tugged his sleeve, blushing, glancing sidelong. "Sawamura-kun… no, Sawamura-san, could you help me with something small?"
"Hm? Writing again?"
"Y-yeah," Miko quivered, as if saved, pulling an invisible marker from her hoodie pocket. "Use this… It's an invisible marker I bought recently. Works great."
"Hm…"
Kagura noted the pen was two to three times thicker than a ballpoint, with a special ink cartridge. He uncapped it, drawing an X on his hand with the moist tip.
The mark was like water—transparent, traceless, truly "invisible."
But if invisible, how did it function as a "marker"? Kagura pondered briefly but didn't dwell. "No problem. Where? Hand again?"
"Um…"
Miko hesitated, pulling him in the opposite direction.
Soon, she led him through an alley to a modest two-story house. Passing by, Kagura saw "Yotsuya" on the nameplate. Miko pointed, smiling faintly. "My place. Pretty close to Yui's, right?"
"Super close… So, where do I write?"
"Sorry it's late, can't host tonight. Next time, I'll treat you properly…" Miko scratched her cheek, avoiding his eyes, mumbling, "Where do you think, Sawamura-san?"
"Hm… Markers fade, so somewhere washed less often, right?"
"Y-yeah, that's what I thought… Not the hand… What do you think?"
"Fair. You choose. Anywhere's fine."
"Eh… M-me choose? I…" Miko's voice trembled, biting her lip, turning away guiltily. "The back's best… but baring it's too embarrassing. Maybe…"
Ultimately, Kagura chose near her navel.
In the dim alley, Miko gripped her hoodie's hem, lifting it under faint moonlight, revealing her smooth, flat abdomen. Kagura stood close, shielding her, though the area was deserted.
Her bra's edge nearly peeked out, but she controlled it perfectly, always just shy of exposure. Slim but not malnourished, she sucked in her stomach, ribs faintly visible, sides concave.
"I'm writing now."
Kagura uncapped the pen, half-squatting, nearing her trembling abdominal flesh.
"Mm…"
Miko, cheeks aflame, bit her lip, unable to look.
From past experiences, Kagura knew Miko was a "pervert" who climaxed from his writing. Her reaction was no surprise, but—what to write?
"Hm…"
Pondering, he realized an invisible pen meant freedom. Once dry, Miko wouldn't know the content, and prior tests showed any writing worked for warding evil.
So, a prank wouldn't hurt, right? As kids, he, Eriri, and Nao played writing games on each other—unless simple, the recipient rarely guessed the words.
He wrote: [このびしょびしょ変態マンコを舐めたい↓]—"I want to lick this sopping pervert pussy ↓."
The arrow pointed to her groin.
It was a bit much, sure, but her repeated requests, lifting clothes this time, were practically seduction. Three times? He was at his limit.
As his pen moved, Miko's legs quaked. Thankfully, she wore hotpants, not a skirt, or she'd have drenched the ground.
Even so, by the end, she was half-collapsed, drenched in sweat like she'd been dunked in water. Her hotpants and panties were soaked, sticky fluids trickling down her thighs.
Miko chose the dark alley to hide her "shame." Kagura, tactfully silent, finished, capped the pen, and handed it back, feigning normalcy. "Done. You okay?"
"F-fine…" Miko waited for the ink to dry, lowered her hoodie, took the pen, clutched her chest, and panted, lifting her head with a sultry, "Th-thank you, Sawamura-kun…"
Too flustered to ask what he wrote, she just wanted to bolt home.
"Uh… Good to know."
Guiltily, Kagura steadied her, escorting her the short distance home.
Both harbored secrets—Miko's he knew, but his, she didn't.
Panting, Miko stumbled home. Her elementary-school brother, Kyosuke, greeted her. "Yo, sis, welcome—Whoa, why's your face so red? Meet a creep?"
"Creep your head…" Exhausted, Miko glared, clutching her backpack, staggering upstairs. Glancing back, she added, "Don't watch TV too late—electricity's pricey. I'm sleeping. Night."
"Huh? It's Golden Week, and you're crashing early? No shower?"
"Later. Don't bug me."
Miko wobbled to her room, locked the door, and beelined for the drawer, grabbing the UV light that came with the pen.
She yanked the curtains, stood before her mirror, lifted her clothes.
Switching on the UV light—"Haha… hahahahaha—"
Miko's lips twitched, shutting it off, dropping her clothes, grabbing pajamas, and wiping the sticky fluid between her thighs before rushing to the bathroom.
Not to erase Kagura's writing—just to clean up and cool down.
After dropping Miko off, Kagura headed home. Nao had left, and he didn't call her back. Donning his sunglasses, he hailed a taxi, gave the driver his address, and checked his phone for Miko's messages.
Minutes later, she sent: [Thanks so much for today. Looking forward to hanging with you and Yui next time.]
"Guess she's fine."
Relieved, Kagura leaned back to rest.
But within thirty seconds, a sharp ding-ling~~ rang in his mind.
He bolted upright, scanning frantically.
"Sir, you okay?" the driver asked, concerned.
"N-nothing…"
Kagura rubbed his hair, thinking, Was that a hallucination?
As he settled back, the crisp ding-ling~~ sounded again.
Now certain, he asked the driver, "Hear a bell?"
"Bell? Sorry, no."
"Really…" Kagura covered his ears, reclining. "Drive slower, please. I'm feeling off."
"Sure."
The driver eased up.
At the next intersection, the familiar chime hit again, resonating in his mind like the system's voice. It reminded him of the "Kaleidoscope" item, fainter now, as if farther away.
"Can you turn around at the next spot? Change of destination—follow my directions. Money's no issue."
"Alright, hang on."
The driver, tempted to suggest a hospital but swayed by "money's no issue," U-turned.
Kagura tracked the bell like a sonar, guiding the driver slowly, eyes scouring both sides of the street for familiar "spirit" forms.
It felt like a cheating-detection van hunting radio signals during exams, making him chuckle.
The driver found it odd but said nothing, creeping along, occasionally reversing or turning. After 9 PM, traffic was light, so their snail's pace was fine.
Ding-ling~~~! At another intersection, the chime peaked, an eerie energy pulling Kagura. "Slow down, turn left!"
"Got it."
The driver turned left at an FM convenience store.
But entering a street with restaurants, a shoe repair, and a tatami shop, the bell abruptly stopped.
"What the…?"
Kagura scanned frantically. Even at the street's end, no chime returned.
Is this spirit different from the usual trash? Highly sentient?
Determined not to lose the lead—lest the spirit succumb to evil, rendering his libido dormant, halting ejaculation, points, Golden Apples, and his immortal harem dream—he acted. "Thanks, stop here. I'm getting out." He tossed 30,000 yen to the front seat.
The driver, seeing the cash, parked without comment. Kagura flung open the door, leapt out, and the auto-door slammed. The driver sped off, leaving Kagura dazed on the street.
"Strange… This street had the strongest signal."
Kagura scratched his head, retracing from the intersection, eyeing sparse passersby—mostly women.
His punk look—yellow hair, chains, cross necklace—drew no friendly glances; women hurried past.
"Hm… In a shop?"
Perplexed, he stood mid-street, scanning.
His gaze locked on two men's backs.
Not that he was into guys—the Kaleidoscope spirit was female—but their behavior caught his eye.
"What's up…?"
Kagura jogged closer, getting a clear view.
Across the street, a petite girl stood, barely shoulder-high to him. His first thought: Elementary schooler. But then he recalled Yulia Niguredou, a high schooler barely chest-high, confusing him.
High schoolers look like kids, kids like high schoolers, wives like loli middle-schoolers. Weird times.
Her hairstyle mirrored his dream-waif Yukino—layered bangs framing a pale forehead. Head bowed, silent, she stood against a wall, flanked by two skinny men of unknown age, seemingly hitting on her.
Under the cold streetlight, Kagura noted her purple-blue off-shoulder dress, too revealing alone, so she wore a cute pink T-shirt beneath. The skirt had navy ruffles at the chest, a cinched waist with a large navy bow, and navy-trimmed edges above the knee. Black safety shorts peeked past the hem.
Her slender arms and legs reminded him of Qiong. Seeing one man's hand near her shoulder, Kagura snapped.
He crossed the quiet street, roaring, "Hey! What're you two creeps doing to that girl?"
His shout startled them; the tall one froze, hand hovering, and turned to Kagura.
Yelling was one thing, but Kagura muttered inwardly, Chasing my wife's life-saving spirit pet, and now I'm saving a harassed girl. Guess I'm still a good guy.
Her fragile look evoked Qiong, his sister. Imagining Qiong in her place, his blood boiled.
He couldn't stand it.
"Huh?" The tall skinny guy stuffed his hands in his jeans, sauntering over, chin up, cocky. "Who're you? What's our business to you?"
Kagura glanced past him. The girl, still hemmed in by the shorter guy, eyed him warily, almost disdainfully.
Huh? Doesn't she want saving?
Regardless, he'd save her.
"I've called the cops." Kagura waved his phone, shrugging. "Want to avoid jail? Scram."
"Tch…" The tall one spat near Kagura's feet, glaring. "Coward, only good for calling police!"
Kagura ignored him. Fighting's inelegant, and my status makes it tricky… But then, the tall guy, ego bruised, swung at him. Shorter by three centimeters, with some muscle under his tee, he wasn't intimidating. Kagura stood calm, raising a hand.
Whoosh!
The fist stopped two centimeters from his palm.
"Hit me. What's the hold-up?"
Kagura raised an eyebrow, egging him on.
"…"
The guy, flustered, glanced at his short buddy, cursed, and they stormed off.
Kagura stood still for two reasons: his immortality ensured quick healing, and Japanese law favored the one struck first—first to swing loses, second is self-defense.
Some punks feint to bait a reaction, then attack, claiming you started it. If the guy had hit Kagura's hand, he could've floored him legally.
As they left, Kagura approached the girl, still watching him cautiously.
He half-squatted, softening his stance, and said gently, "Miss, you okay? Can I have your name?"
He kept a comfortable distance.
"…"
She lowered her head, fiddling with her waist's bow, silent.
"???"
Kagura stood, scratching his head. Do I look scary? I'm pretty approachable and handsome.
Not narcissism—his looks rivaled Sobu High's heartthrob, Hayato Hayama.
After thirty seconds, Kagura caught his reflection in nearby glass, realizing the issue.
Damn. To avoid attention at Disneyland with Mai, he'd dyed his hair yellow, donned punk clothes, chains, and a cross necklace. To this girl, he looked as bad as those creeps—maybe worse, like their accomplice in a clichéd hero-rescue act.
She likely thought exactly that.
Her name was Rumi Tsurumi, eleven, an elementary schooler, as Kagura first guessed. Ten minutes later, her stomach growled softly. To cover it, she mumbled, "Miru Hasukawa…"
"Hm?"
"I said, my name's Miru Hasukawa."
Rumi boldly gave a fake name. Hasukawa was a neighbor's surname; Miru was roughly "Rumi" reversed .
"Miss Hasukawa," Kagura squatted to her level, meeting her gaze through his sunglasses. "Are you in trouble? It's dangerous for a girl to wander at night. Let big brother take you home."
"…" Rumi pouted, rolling her eyes, then looked at her toes, grinding them against the ground, whispering, "I skipped piano class today… My teacher's strict and probably told Mom. I'll get scolded at home…"
"Oh… that's all?"
Kagura relaxed.
As long as it wasn't abuse or molestation, it was manageable.