While Yuu was busy with his morning exercises, the report on him and Hitomi had reached the higher-ups of the Black Organization. Gin had uploaded the security footage of their "initiation" murders. Aside from the Boss, not even Rum had the clearance to view the leverage footage. If the Organization's blackmail material leaked easily, they wouldn't have survived this long.
The members of the Organization had mixed feelings about Gin personally recruiting two unranked members straight into "Candidate" status. Some were jealous, some curious, and some suspicious. Bourbon (Toru Amuro) was the first to hear the news through his intel channels. He felt a surge of anxiety; he needed to finish his current overseas mission and get back to Japan before these new variables became a problem.
While the blonde spy was working himself to the bone, the black-haired student was basking in bliss.
In the 26th-floor tower apartment, Yuu let out a guttural roar as he released his pent-up essence. The first round of the morning was exceptionally thick. The viscous white fluid hit Hitomi's face with audible splats. As the warm liquid struck her eyelids, it felt like a warm massage.
Yuu, inspired by Hitomi's peace-sign pose, aimed for her nose. The continuous spray eventually made her nose feel like it was drowning in the scent of his virility. Some of the hot milk even splashed into her nostrils, forcing her to open her mouth and gasp for air.
As her mouth opened, the dragon instinctively lunged forward, delivering a searing burst of "dragon breath" deep into her throat. Hitomi tilted her head back, her throat working visibly as she swallowed the thick, breadcrumb-flecked milk. The remaining spray coated her pale, slender neck in a white trail.
Yuu's capacity was far too much for Hitomi's small face. Soon, every inch of her was covered in a thick, opaque mask, with droplets splashing onto her shoulders and breasts. With Hitomi completely "painted," Yuu turned the remaining fire toward Seimi, who had been waiting patiently.
Having already eaten the hot dog, the doctor was happy to finish with the milk. She closed her eyes in ecstasy as her face, too, was decorated.
The two women looked at each other, their faces covered in white, and burst out laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. But the laughter soon turned to playful pouting.
"Senpai, really! I just finished my makeup, and now it's a total waste~" Hitomi complained.
Seimi nodded, offering her professional medical opinion. "Master, your volume is terrifying. If I hadn't personally checked your vitals, I'd doubt you were human."
This is just the 'Perpetual Waist Drum' at Purple rank, Yuu thought. Wait until it's Orange or Red. You'll be taking milk baths.
Despite their complaints, the two women licked and cleaned every drop of Yuu's essence. Once you got used to the unique, heavy scent, it was incredibly addictive, tasting almost like rich cream. Seimi, the doctor, had to reassure Hitomi that most men weren't capable of this; Yuu was a special case.
With their outfits ruined and their faces sticky, the girls headed back to the bathroom to wash up. Yuu finished the rest of the actual breakfast and joined them. The "younger brother" had been washed inside and out by the two women until he was practically spitting bubbles, but Yuu himself hadn't brushed his teeth yet.
In the shower, the inevitable touching led the dragon to wake up again. To appease it, the three of them ended up back in bed.
By the time the battle finally ended, it was noon. The warm sunlight had turned into a scorching glare. During the "halftime" break, Seimi and Hitomi began preparing lunch. They needed the calories; otherwise, they wouldn't have the stamina for the afternoon round.
"Hitomi, why don't you just move in here?" Seimi suggested over lunch. "It saves you from looking for a new apartment."
"Mmm..." Hitomi looked tempted, turning to Yuu.
Yuu shook his head gently. He had considered this, but the [Destiny Contract] was most effective when his "wings" were spread out across the city, allowing him to teleport to different locations if needed. Plus, now that they were both in the Organization, it was better to keep separate residences to avoid drawing too much attention. This apartment was luxury, but it wasn't a fortress.
"We can't live together, but you can live nearby," Yuu explained. Hitomi agreed; her family had plenty of money, and living a few blocks away would make "visiting" easy.
As they sat on the sofa to watch the news, both of their black Organization phones vibrated simultaneously. The message was identical:
"7:00 PM. The Company."
Clean, concise—the classic Gin style. The training was about to begin. Yuu suspected Gin wouldn't waste time with simulations; he'd probably throw them straight into a live mission to "harden" them.