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Within the confined space, crisp, rhythmic sounds of flowing water continued to echo, reminiscent of a grand orchestral symphony.
Amid this symphony were intermittent female vocals, sometimes rising to passionate highs and then softly tapering into tender whispers, ascending ever higher toward the Heaven—only to abruptly plummet back to earth in one breathless fall.
Then, silence prevailed once more.
Drip, drip…
In the shower stall, warm water mixed faintly with white trickled continuously down the drain.
Bokue sat cross-legged on the damp tile floor, allowing the gentle stream of warm water from above to cascade down his head, rolling down both his body and Kuroka's in soothing rivulets.
"Hah... huff…"
Compared to the cocky bravado she had at the start, boasting boldly that tonight she would battle until satisfied, Kuroka's current state wasn't simply a mess; it was more akin to a complete defeat, armor discarded and defenses utterly dismantled.
Forget standing on her own—if Bokue hadn't been holding her by the waist, she'd have already collapsed limply onto the floor.
Her slender legs, wrapped weakly around his waist, felt as soft as freshly cooked noodles, hardly able to hold their position.
"Something's definitely... cough, cough… off about this…"
Kuroka cleared her throat, struggling to regain her breath as she pulled slightly away and muttered suspiciously:
"It's absolutely suspicious, nya…"
"What's suspicious?"
Bokue raised an eyebrow quizzically.
He remained his usual calm, composed self.
As an all-around powerful fighter, in physical stamina alone, he could easily handle Kuroka anytime he pleased—not to mention his near-cheat-like endurance, making even extended battles effortless for him.
"It's just really suspicious, nya!"
Feigning annoyance, Kuroka leaned over and bit down firmly on his shoulder, but all she managed to leave behind was a shallow, saliva-marked imprint.
"I've read online somewhere that guys usually don't last long if they hold back for too long, nya… Come clean! While I was away these two days, did you use that Lion King Organization girl as a snack substitute, nya!?"
"I already told you nothing happened…"
Bokue rolled his eyes exasperatedly, giving her a playful, water-slicked slap on her rear—crisp and loud.
Leaving aside the fact that he genuinely had no such thoughts about Yukina Himeragi, even if he had considered something, with her petite frame, she'd probably break instantly, wouldn't she?
That girl was only in junior high, after all.
If he ever tried something like that, he'd end up breaking straight through her defenses—charging through the gates and taking over the palace in one swift move.
And then the Lion King Organization would undoubtedly come knocking at his door…
Hmm…
The sudden playful smack caused a rosy tint to deepen on Kuroka's already flushed face. Biting her lower lip lightly, she remained quiet.
Bokue quickly changed the subject:
"Anyway, since you've been sticking close to Koneko these past two days, hasn't she noticed anything odd about you yet?"
"Nope, nothing…"
Kuroka let out a helpless sigh, feeling slightly frustrated.
"Honestly, I tried my best to make Shirone suspicious—putting on quite the act—but my little sister is still too dense, nya. She hasn't suspected a single thing yet."
"Then, what's your plan?"
Bokue's lips curled slightly.
Truthfully, their complicated sibling dynamic reminded him somewhat of Itachi and Sasuke from Naruto. Both deeply cared for their younger siblings, wanting to protect and reconcile with them, yet always choosing methods that perpetuated misunderstandings and alienation.
Particularly for Kuroka, she carried a certain guilt toward Koneko. As an older sister, she should've been there to protect Koneko, but instead, she found herself happily settled first, while Koneko was forced into becoming someone else's servant just to survive.
"Heh~ I've already said it clearly before, nya."
Kuroka wrapped her arms once more around his neck, resting her cheek comfortably on his shoulder, her voice sweet and coy:
"As long as Bokue takes Shirone firmly, passionately~ then, when the timing is perfect, I'll suddenly join in and also passionately~ After that, Shirone and I will both passionately be with you, nya. Then, we'll surely reconcile! Nothing in this world can't be solved by a good Threesome~"
"Threesome…?"
Bokue nearly choked on air.
This little kitten… Just what exactly was she watching all day while idling at home?
"Oh? Isn't that the way, nya?"
Kuroka purred teasingly, slanting a provocative glance at him.
But just as she was proudly congratulating herself on her 'genius plan,' a soft knock resonated from outside the bathroom—someone at the bedroom door.
Knock, knock, knock.
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The door opened roughly ten seconds later.
When Bokue opened the door from the inside, standing there was Koneko, freshly bathed and dressed neatly in clean sleepwear.
"Koneko?"
Bokue blinked slightly in surprise.
It was actually his first time seeing Koneko dressed in pajamas.
The style somewhat resembled what Rias had worn before, except in a soft white silk nightgown, under which faint outlines of childishly cute bear-patterned underwear could vaguely be discerned.
"Good evening, Bokue-senpai…"
The petite girl slightly lifted her gaze, her fair face tinged faintly pink.
Since he'd just stepped out from the bathroom, Bokue wore only a loose yukata, its open collar revealing strong, defined muscular contours beneath.
His hair remained damp, hastily rubbed dry with a towel, and without the typical wide obi belt.
Standing so close to each other at the doorway, Koneko could clearly smell the warm, damp freshness emanating from his body.
…Nn!
Her petite frame trembled slightly as a familiar, peculiar sensation suddenly arose within her again.
She instinctively squeezed her legs together, swiftly averting her gaze elsewhere.
"Um… Sorry to disturb you this late, senpai. I came to see Ku…Kuroka."
"Oh, that's fine. Come in—I just finished washing up myself."
Responding far more casually than she'd anticipated, Bokue waved easily and turned around, heading into the room and seating himself comfortably on a sofa against the wall.
In her cat form, Kuroka rested atop the sofa's armrest, her sleek black fur still slightly damp.
Bokue gently picked up Kuroka, stroking her fur a few times, then generously handed her toward Koneko, who had just entered.
"I just gave her a bath, so her fur's still a bit wet."
"Thank you, it's no problem."
Earnestly thanking him, Koneko hesitantly reached for Kuroka while initiating their usual 'cat language' communication.
"Meow~?"
"…"
Strangely, Kuroka—who normally always responded warmly to her younger sister's feline chatters—remained unusually silent this time, merely staring up at the white-haired girl with her luminous golden cat eyes.
Not giving it much thought, Koneko assumed it was fine and cautiously lifted Kuroka up.
But at that very moment, Kuroka suddenly sprang into action.
With an agile leap, she wriggled free from Koneko's arms, simultaneously pushing against her sister, catching her completely off guard and breaking her balance in an instant.
"Ah!"
Koneko gasped, trying to regain her footing, but it was already too late.
Her petite body tilted forward, precisely falling into the embrace of the young man sitting on the sofa.
The potent scent of masculinity instantly enveloped her. The strange sensation she'd desperately held back surged fiercely and uncontrollably, erupting stronger than ever.
Her cat ears and tail popped out spontaneously, her breath turning rapid, mingled with a hint of soft mist.
Her voice quivered faintly, filled with unexpected yearning:
"Bo… Bokue… senpai…"
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