The green-haired girl lounged lazily on the soft bed, draped in a thin yukata.
Her curled lashes were slightly damp, and her gorgeous eyes carried a careless glimmer, one golden iris hidden behind her bangs.
Her long, waterfall-like green hair spilled over her smooth, white shoulders, cascading across her chest and outlining the graceful curves of her upper body.
The hem of the yukata clung to her hips and thighs, while under the warm light her legs—slender, firm, and pale—looked impossibly perfect, exuding a natural allure that stirred endless fantasies.
Beside the bed, Kurumi stood wrapped in nothing but a pure white towel, her milk-like skin exposed from her delicate shoulders down to her long, porcelain legs.
Her bare feet touched the cold marble floor, her pale face tinged with shock.
Wide-eyed and trembling, she stared in disbelief at the girl smiling like a devil… and the black-haired boy standing behind her.
"Nagami, Nagami-sama! Are you seriously going through with this!?"
Kurumi, usually so elegant and brazen before others, now looked more like a trembling kitten than the graceful temptress she pretended to be.
"Relax," Nagami said, his arms sliding around C.C.'s slender waist as he rested his chin on her snowy shoulder. "I've already sealed this room off with spatial authority. No one can come in."
His words made Kurumi's knees weaken as she instinctively stepped back.
For the record, the reason he hadn't reacted earlier when the three great houses had clashed into Herrscher mode right outside his door was because… well, technically, this wasn't his dorm room anymore.
He had already shifted the entire space into the imaginary realm.
Otherwise, with his double-body perception, the battle outside would have been like someone ringing a gong right next to his ear.
'Don't get me wrong! I'm not worried at all!'
'I just want to get the hell out of here!'
"Of course," Nagami continued, "without my permission, leaving is absolutely impossible—unless you Herrscher-transform and pull out your mad emperor reversal form."
Kurumi froze mid-step, as if her entire body had turned to stone.
Heh… mind-reading… heh…
Her expression completely crumbled.
And worse—because Nagami's skin was pressed so closely against C.C.'s, Kurumi could feel an odd warmth bubbling up inside her.
Her shoulders curled inward as her legs went weak, her body flushed with heat as though the air itself was licking her bare skin.
A strange sensation swept over her.
Her pale face bloomed red like a rose, and though she bit her lip and stayed silent, it was clear she was desperately fighting against the foreign urges creeping into her body.
"Kurumi, are you ready?"
Nagami leaned in, his lips almost touching the green-haired girl's.
Kurumi swallowed hard, her gaze flicking nervously between him and C.C. "W-wait!"
"What is it? Something you need to say?"
Nagami stopped, tilting his head to study her.
Using the Herrscher of Sentience's ability, he peeked into her thoughts—and finally let out a small sigh of relief.
Sure, he could stoop low when it came to Kurumi.
Giving her the "double-body experience" wasn't outside the realm of possibility.
But if that were really the plan, there'd be no reason to trap her in this room.
That'd just make him look like a complete pervert.
…Then again, sometimes Nagami really was a complete pervert.
What's wrong with a man being a little perverted, huh!?
No—his real reason for dragging Kurumi into this sealed space was simple: he wanted her.
The long pause caused by the Second Eruption was finally over.
He hadn't had the chance to get up close and personal with beautiful girls in forever.
Tonight, that drought ended.
Sure, C.C. was here too, but that only made things a little trickier.
Double the fun could be dangerously addictive for any carbon-based lifeform.
But Nagami was no longer the kind of man who chased shallow pleasures.
Affectionless skinship was soulless.
Tonight, his other options were slim.
True Kiana would be staying with Cecilia, and Nagami had no death wish to sneak in there.
The heiress Kiana might be sleeping alone, but thanks to isomorphic resonance, spending the night with one meant sharing the experience with both.
As for Bronya, she was with Alexandra, so no chance there.
Which left that tuna and Mei… a minefield waiting to explode.
If he picked one and caused a rift between those two best friends, he'd never hear the end of it.
And by the way, it's not like Nagami kept his Herrscher of Sentience mind-reading ability on 24/7.
He only used it when necessary—or when he was in the mood to stir up trouble.
So no, he didn't always know what Kiana and Mei were thinking.
Which was probably why he still didn't really understand what it meant to be "best friends."
In the end, Nagami set his sights on Kurumi.
Honestly, he was only teasing her—but the expression she made was just too enticing to resist.
Meanwhile Kurumi's body was taut with tension as she fixed her gaze on the predator before her.
Nagami's sharp eyes betrayed his calculations, his intent simmering just beneath the surface.
Beside him, C.C.'s golden eyes glimmered, still locked onto Kurumi, unblinking and unreadable.
For a fleeting moment, Kurumi considered slipping away into the sanctuary of her shadows.
Yet she knew all too well what would happen—Nagami would simply follow, seal her within her own darkness, and that would be the end of her freedom.
Should I just stop him with Zayin bullet?
No… too slow. Kurumi's crimson eye narrowed.
She was painfully aware of Nagami's speed; by the time she summoned Zafkiel, he would already have her pinned.
Her teeth grazed her lower lip, thoughts racing, searching for a way out.
It wasn't fear that drove her—it was pride. Dignity. The thought of submitting without resistance was far more intolerable than whatever might follow.
This wasn't about whether she could endure it. It was about who would stand victorious in the end.
'…Top?'
A slow, wicked smile curled across Kurumi's lips.
If escaping was impossible, then she simply had to seize control before her opponent could act.
"Yes…" she whispered to herself, her voice dripping with amusement. "The first one to move… will be the winner."
Eh—!?
Suddenly, both Nagami and C.C. widened their eyes as they looked at Kurumi.
Had they… gone a little too far?
Lifting her pale, shapely legs, Kurumi loosened the towel wrapped around her body.
Under the glow of the lights, her figure's curves stood out—slender, alluring, and flawless in every line.
But the sight lasted only for a moment.
The next second, spiritual energy surged around her, and her red-and-black Gothic battle dress materialized onto her body.
Her smile had twisted into something darker, and instead of resisting, she chose another angle altogether.
"Well then, since my dear husband insists… why don't we enjoy ourselves properly?"
The moment her words fell, shadows stretched outward, and from within stepped 5 of Kurumis.
Each one was dressed in the "special outfits" Nagami had picked out for her back when he used to tease her.
There was Shrine Maiden Kurumi, Nurse Kurumi, Bunny Girl Kurumi, Swimsuit Kurumi…
Wait, wait—hold up! What the hell is that last one!?
The swimsuit wasn't the issue—the problem was that this particular Kurumi was from a timeline just a little bit earlier. Just a bit!
Nagami and C.C.'s dumbfounded expressions only made Kurumi's smile grow wilder.
On her flawless face bloomed a grin both seductive and unhinged, followed by laughter that dripped with insanity and charm alike. And then—
"Husband~"
"Wait—mmph!"
Nagami and C.C. didn't even have time to cry out before they were swallowed whole by the overwhelming army of Kurumis.