"DXD: Multiverse Journey"Chapter 257: Fairy, I Need Your Help to Cultivate
After making absolutely sure every last drop of "pure water" had gone down Shuo's throat, Origami crouched and carefully hoisted him onto her back.
Time passed—how long, he couldn't say. When Shuo finally blinked awake, the first thing he saw was a curtain of deep red gauze. He sat up, taking in his surroundings. The room was straight out of an anime love hotel: soft lights, plush bedding, every detail radiating romance, comfort, and a subtle charge of anticipation.
"You're awake," Origami said, gliding to the bedside and sitting down beside him. Their eyes met. For a moment, the room was silent—heavy with things unsaid.
Origami blinked. "Thirsty? Want some water?" She produced another bottle of pure water from behind her back, holding it out with an unreadable expression.
"..." Shuo eyed the bottle warily.
"Relax. No drugs this time. Just regular drinking water."
So… no drug? What a letdown. Origami's offhand assurance popped the strange little bubble of anticipation in his chest. He'd been almost hoping for another wild experience. Still, he played along, feigning nostalgia. "Last time, the drug worked too fast. I didn't even get to savor the taste of your water. If only I could try it again…"
Origami nodded, as if this were the most reasonable request in the world. She took a long sip, then leaned in and pressed her lips to his, letting the water flow from her mouth to his.
"How's that?" she asked, voice as calm as ever.
"Not bad at all. But… I'm still a little thirsty."
A few more rounds of "imported" water followed, until the bottle was empty.
Origami, still expressionless, asked, "Need to use the bathroom?"
Shuo, savoring the lingering taste, blinked in confusion. "Huh?"
Why ask that right after feeding him water? He couldn't quite follow Origami's train of thought.
Origami, ever practical, handed him the empty bottle. "If you need to go, you can use this."
"..."
Shuo's lips twitched. He didn't have any such weird habits—if anything, he sometimes felt inferior for not being perverted enough. He'd thought he was already pretty twisted, but next to Origami, he was practically vanilla.
"Forget it. I'm not into public displays. But… can you tell me why you drugged me and brought me here?"
Origami tossed the bottle aside and pulled out a stack of documents. "Originally, I planned to take you to the marriage registration office during our date. But that glutton following us ruined everything and threw off my schedule."
Shuo stared at the bed, where their IDs and paperwork lay scattered. She'd come prepared. Honestly, if Origami had dragged him to the registry, he probably would've signed on the dotted line—who could refuse a girl so devoted?
Origami noticed him staring at the documents and, after a brief silence, continued, "Luckily, I had a backup plan."
"Backup plan?"
She nodded. "A standard date: shopping, movie, dinner, and finally… a hotel."
Wait, what? Origami's "bizarre" romance manual had suddenly gone textbook normal? Had she… changed?
Strangely, he found himself falling for this version of Origami even more. Master Origami, you win.
"There's not much time left on our date," Origami said, folding her hands against her cheek and tilting her head in a devastatingly cute pose. "So, Shuo—are you going to shower first, or eat me first?"
"Uh… Origami, are you serious?"
"Of course. I even asked Nia about your preferences—maid outfits, black stockings…" She gestured to the room. "That's why I picked this love hotel."
"...???"
Nia, that blabbermouth fujoshi. And love hotels actually have all this? How did I not know?
Shuo swallowed, watching Origami wink at him. His mind was already drifting into dangerous territory.
"Well…"
Before he could finish, a surge of spirit power shimmered around Origami. In the blink of an eye, she was clad in a pure white wedding dress—her Astral Dress, Metatron, spun from threads of light.
"How do you like this, Shuo?"
"..."
Words failed him. Origami was systematically dismantling every last bit of his self-control. His mind was a scrambled mess, CPU overheating.
Seeing him still "resisting," Origami unleashed her final weapon. "Hmm, after all those supplements, is Shuo… not up to the task?"
"You really leave me no choice…"
Shuo's mouth twitched. He hadn't expected Origami to be so sharp-tongued, poking at his pride again and again. At this point, he wasn't about to play the chaste protagonist—if the feast is set before you, how can you not eat?
"Hah! Fairy Origami, I need you to help me cultivate!"
...
Later, after the chaos had subsided, Origami's tone softened, almost coquettish. "Shuo, help me get dressed?"
"Of course."
How could he refuse? She was his, body and soul. Helping her dress was the least he could do.
After buttoning her top, Shuo paused, blue-and-white stripes in hand. The style was awfully familiar—weren't these the same panties Origami had once insisted he keep?
Origami caught his look and, after a moment, her eyes lit up in realization. "So, you like these?"
"Eh?" Shuo blinked, realizing he'd been misunderstood again. To avoid being labeled with some special fetish, he quickly knelt and helped her slip them on, smiling gently. "Don't get the wrong idea. I was just lost in thought."
"But… you used to really like them, didn't you?"
"Uh, my tastes have changed. I prefer a different style now."
"I see." Origami nodded, making a mental note to buy lace lingerie on the way home.
Thank goodness Shuo couldn't read her mind. If he could, he'd probably suggest, "Make sure to get the black, semi-transparent, floral lace kind!"
A few minutes later, Shuo had Origami fully dressed—proving he was as skilled at putting clothes on as he was at taking them off.
By the time they were done tidying up, it was already seven o'clock.
"Alright, let's go home," Shuo said, taking her delicate hand in his. Together, they stepped out into the evening, side by side.
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