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A day filled to the brim—first thing in the morning satisfying Kuroka, then spending the afternoon "pampering" Asagi in her luxurious Itogami Island apartment, and finally ending the day comforting Yasaka, who'd spent an entire day feeling lonely.
It truly was the very definition of "busy" in every possible way.
Luckily, this kind of "busyness" was nothing at all for someone of Bokue's constitution. Even if the workload increased a hundredfold, he could handle it effortlessly.
And thus, dawn swiftly arrived once again.
Much like the day before, at the very break of dawn, a delicate pair of feet in white socks stopped softly just outside the bedroom door.
Inside, the bedroom still held faint lingering scents. Bokue lay with eyes gently closed, sleeping soundly while embracing the fox-tailed beauty by his side, who had long since shed her lavish kimono.
Whoosh—!
Without any warning, the sliding door was suddenly yanked open.
Peering in from outside, the futon on the floor appeared to have only one occupant—Bokue, sleeping peacefully by himself.
Ah, so he did come home last night…
Yura exhaled softly in relief. The young onmyōji girl, having just woken up herself, tiptoed carefully into the room, silently making her way toward her brother's futon.
However, Bokue remained deep asleep, undisturbed by the subtle sounds.
Yura knelt carefully beside the futon, gazing quietly at her brother's tranquil sleeping face.
So... what now?
She suddenly found herself at a loss.
To be perfectly honest, she wasn't even sure why she had come here in the first place—perhaps it had merely been to confirm whether her brother had returned home last night or not.
Now that she had indeed confirmed it, logically speaking, her mission should have ended there. Yet somehow, as if compelled by some unseen force, she had stepped into his room anyway.
It was difficult for Yura herself to pinpoint exactly what impulse had driven her to do so—she couldn't fully understand it herself.
Unbeknownst even to her own consciousness, a small, secret expectation had blossomed deep within her heart: secretly hoping, like yesterday morning, to be suddenly and gently pulled into the warm futon by her half-awake brother, and then…
Recalling the sensation from yesterday morning, Yura instinctively pressed her hands gently against her lower belly, her pink lips parting slightly, the muscles of her abdomen involuntarily tightening.
That feeling… it was like dazzling sunlight illuminating a garden gate entwined thickly with rose thorns—warm, intense, enough to chase away all chill, tempting her irresistibly to pull that brilliant warmth deep inside until it filled every corner of her being…
Oh my…!
Yura's wandering thoughts abruptly snapped back into focus. Her cheeks instantly heated, her small hands hurriedly pressing against her flushed face.
What am I even thinking about now…!?
Realizing her thoughts had strayed somewhere incredibly inappropriate, the young onmyōji girl inwardly chastised herself several times over.
However, at that exact moment—as though reacting to the faint movements beside him—Bokue suddenly muttered quietly in his sleep.
"Kuroka, what time is it now…?"
Eh?
Yura froze momentarily, her gaze involuntarily drifting toward the clock on the wall. Her heart raced nervously.
Kuroka—that was the name of her brother's girlfriend, wasn't it? But Kuroka had already gone to the Underworld yesterday and certainly wasn't here now. Should she respond, or shouldn't she?
If she didn't reply, he might notice something unusual and wake up.
But if she did reply, her voice could wake him up as well, and then she'd have no good explanation for why she was here at all.
What to do, what to do…?
Just as Yura's mind spun frantically with indecision, Bokue, as though merely speaking in his sleep, rolled over gently beneath his covers and sank back into slumber.
Ah, just talking in his sleep…
Yura softly exhaled, relieved—until her gaze landed unintentionally on something resting atop the pillow, making her freeze as if struck by lightning.
It was a long strand of golden hair.
The single hair rested quietly on the edge of the pillow, previously hidden by Bokue's head, but now revealed since he'd shifted positions.
What is this…?
Her mind raced at lightning speed. Yura gingerly picked it up between her fingertips, holding the strand taut to examine it closely.
There was absolutely no mistaking it—this strand's length and color were definitely not her brother's hair. Even more importantly, the vibrant golden color clearly indicated it belonged to a female, yet Kuroka was black-haired, so it couldn't possibly be hers.
Among all the women she knew associated with her brother, only Irina even approached this shade—but even Irina's hair was more of a vibrant orange, nowhere near this shimmering gold.
Could it be that her brother had been intimately involved with yet another woman just before returning home last night…?
The more Yura considered this possibility, the tighter her brows knitted together. Finally, the young onmyōji girl came to a sudden resolution. Abruptly standing up, she decisively turned and exited the room.
This wasn't right—her big brother couldn't continue living such a disorderly personal life! As his younger sister, she had a duty to put an end to this chaos!
She had to talk to the current family head—arranging to transfer schools to Tokyo right after summer vacation ended!
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Just after Yura exited the room, a quiet sigh of relief echoed softly in the previously empty air.
Moments later, the figure of Yasaka, half-clothed in her kimono, gracefully emerged, her voluptuous form gradually solidifying as she released the concealing youkai spell.
Watching Yura's swiftly departing silhouette, Yasaka shook her head gently, wearing a helpless yet amused smile.
"Oh my… Such a close sibling bond—she still clings to Bokue exactly like when they were little."
But still…
Recalling clearly what she'd just witnessed from the shadows—especially Yura's subtle yet unmistakably strange behavior—Yasaka sighed gently, deciding to dismiss the matter.
After all, given it involved Bokue, perhaps something like this wasn't entirely unexpected.
But compared to worrying over something minor like this… wouldn't it be far more enjoyable to simply slip back under the covers and sleep a bit longer?
With a smile, Yasaka slipped the kimono completely off her shoulders, pulling back the futon covers and slipping gracefully back in beside him.
"…Hm?"
The quiet movements beneath the covers finally woke Bokue.
He opened his sleepy eyes slightly, his vision focusing hazily on Yasaka's exquisite face mere inches away.
"Sorry, did I wake you, Bokue?"
"No… not really…"
Mumbling softly, Bokue shook his head vaguely and sleepily wrapped an arm around her soft, warm body once more.
However, perhaps because his movement was a bit too straightforward without adjusting properly, an unexpected "heated barrier" suddenly sprang up between them.
Because of the angle, the sensation was as if a heated stone had suddenly pressed directly against Yasaka's belly, like an intense yet soothing acupressure session.
Realizing exactly what this meant, Yasaka's cheeks reddened slightly.
"Wait… If you're pressing against me like that… oh, forget it—perhaps this is just perfect. It should still be early enough before Kunou wakes up…"
Before Bokue even managed to process exactly what she meant by "just perfect," Yasaka gracefully shifted onto her side, her shapely leg lightly nudging up the futon covers. At the same time, one delicate hand slipped quietly beneath the covers, adjusting their positions perfectly while softly biting her lower lip.
"Honestly… just as energetic first thing in the morning as you've always been…"
Ah~!
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