"Crash—"
Along with the sweeping motion of an arm across the desk, everything was mercilessly swept onto the floor.
They rolled and clattered, emitting a chaotic din.
However, this noise was instantaneously drowned out by another, even more pulse-pounding sound.
Because a figure was heavily slammed onto that empty mahogany desk.
"Ugh!"
Amou Kirukiru let out a short, muffled groan.
That was not merely due to the pain resulting from her back colliding directly with the hard mahogany, but even more so because of that absolute power that effortlessly suppressed her tall, 1.7-meter frame like a ragdoll.
The shoulder blades on her back pressed harshly against the desk, causing her nerves, which were already hypersensitive to the extreme due to arousal, to instantly pull taut.
This hard-on-hard contact lacked even the slightest shred of tender affection for a woman.
But—
Amou Kirukiru did not resist in the slightest.
On the contrary.
Those pair of long, powerful legs traced an arc in mid-air, wrapping tightly around him as her entire being desperately pushed upward to cater to him.
This kind of pain was exactly what she desired the most right now.
For her, who had absolutely nothing in this world besides getting stronger.
Gentleness was poison. Only this kind of force, as if capable of crushing bones, could allow that restless, violently beating heart of hers to settle down even a little.
"Haa..."
Amou Kirukiru's slender neck arched backward as far as it could. Her pitch-black hair was scattered wildly across the mahogany desk; the contrast of black and red violently exploded at this moment.
She stared intently at the man above who controlled her everything, the corners of her mouth unexpectedly still bearing a trace of a provocative smile at a time like this.
"Is this all you've got?"
"You'd better... go a little harder!"
Truly an absolute madwoman.
Even at a time like this, all she thought about was how to force out her opponent's limits.
"It seems that the Lv.2 [Steel Body] has indeed made you quite a bit more durable."
"Then."
"As you wish."
Haimer leaned down, pressing tightly against Amou Kirukiru's violently heaving softness, their scorching body temperatures transferring to one another.
The next second.
The horn of the offensive was blown.
"!!!"
Pain!
A tearing pain!
Even with [Steel Body], and even having grown accustomed to the pain of battle.
This sensation of seemingly having her very soul cleaved open still caused her to instantly lose all her voice.
Amou Kirukiru could finally no longer maintain that provocative expression.
Her hands instinctively clawed backward.
Her fingernails scraped out harsh, screeching sounds across the smooth, hard mahogany desk.
But very quickly.
That scratching was halted.
Haimer clasped her wrists, forcefully pulling them above her head.
Pinning them tightly against the desk.
Their fingers intertwined.
And then.
Came the violent storm.
Meanwhile.
First floor, inside the bathhouse.
Hot steam billowed, and water mist curled about.
"Haa——!"
Hanasaka Warabi suddenly burst out from beneath the surface of the expansive bath. She whipped her soaking wet blonde hair backward, bringing up a large spray of crystal-clear water that splashed everywhere.
She wiped away the hot water still streaming down her face, her eyes shining as if glowing. She excitedly pointed at the spout in the corner of the bath that was chugging out streams of water.
"This massage jet function is so comfortable!"
"The feeling of it hitting my waist just now was all tingly and numb!"
"If I wasn't afraid of peeling my skin off, I feel like I could lie there all night!"
"This place is truly a bit too amazing."
"However."
"Speaking of which, where's Tsukuyo?"
Hanasaka Warabi looked around, somewhat puzzled.
"Over there."
Kikakujou Mary, who was keeping her eyes closed and had more than half of her body submerged in the hot water to enjoy it, lazily raised a water-droplet-covered hand upon hearing this, pointing toward the other end of the bath.
Only to see.
In the quietest corner of the bath.
Inaba Tsukuyo was doing her utmost to shrink her entire person into the water.
Revealing only half of her small head.
Her signature silver hair clung wetly to her cheeks.
Those eyes that were usually always closed were now shut even tighter, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.
Everyone could clearly notice.
Inaba Tsukuyo's face at this moment was like a fully ripe tomato, unnaturally red.
Even the tips of her ears exposed above the water's surface were emitting steam.
"Tsukuyo?"
"What's wrong with you?"
"Why is your face so red?"
Nomura Satori, who had been silently submerging herself nearby, noticed something was amiss and paddled over with some concern.
After all, Inaba Tsukuyo was famous for her frail constitution. Even though she had leveled up to Lv.2 and her physical attributes had undergone a qualitative leap, everyone's preconceived notions hadn't fully shifted around yet.
"Is the water temperature too high? Did you get dizzy from soaking too long?"
"N-No... n-no... no..."
Having said that.
Inaba Tsukuyo sucked in a sharp breath like a frightened rabbit, and then buried the remaining half of her face, along with those ridiculously red ears, completely into the water all at once!
Glub, glub, glub...
A string of bubbles rose from underwater.
How could she possibly say it out loud!
This kind of thing!
Even though they were separated by such a thick floorboard.
For Inaba Tsukuyo.
After her body had been sublimated by [God's Grace], she had also awakened the rare developmental ability [Mind's Eye].
To the point that.
Inaba Tsukuyo could currently hear the commotion coming from the second-floor study with perfect clarity.
Every single sound.
Was terrifyingly clear!
Too... too shameless!
Even though everyone was clearly bathing downstairs.
To actually... right in the study upstairs...
And making such a huge commotion too!
That kind of gasping sound...
So...
Was this Kami-sama's punishment like this?
Although theoretically, Inaba Tsukuyo could already use her own will to actively block out this sound.
However.
Just like when someone tells you "absolutely do not think of an apple," an apple will absolutely instantly appear in your mind.
This sound, carrying a strong sense of taboo, instead seemed to possess a magical allure, drilling relentlessly into her ears.
Her imagination breached the heavens at this moment.
Even though she couldn't see it.
But relying on the feedback from those sounds.
She felt her brain had already begun to operate at high speed due to an indescribable association.
That sound was far too close.
It even gave Inaba Tsukuyo an illusion.
As if the person currently upstairs being treated so roughly and posed into all sorts of shameful positions... wasn't Amou Kirukiru.
But rather, herself!
Boom—
The instant she thought of this.
Inaba Tsukuyo felt all the blood in her body rush to her face.
That vivid imagery lingered in her mind, refusing to dissipate.
"Mmph..."
Beneath the surface, Inaba Tsukuyo's body curled into a ball, shivering in the hot water.
She hadn't expected.
That Kami-sama, who was so gentle on ordinary days.
Actually... had such a wild, even somewhat terrifying side?
But...
Why was it that the moment she thought about this side...
Instead... it felt like there was a little ant crawling around in her heart?
And so.
The next day.
Early morning.
When the first ray of morning light pierced through the thick gaps in the curtains, casting a sliver of faint light into the room.
Upon the spacious king-sized bed in the master bedroom.
Haimer slowly opened his eyes.
A God's constitution allowed him to maintain clarity at all times.
Only the scent permeating the air served as a reminder of the tragic ferocity of last night's battle.
Haimer turned his head.
Only to see.
The girl deep in slumber beside him.
Amou Kirukiru was covered by that thin velvet quilt, concealing the majority of her beautiful figure.
However.
Even in her dreams, a trace of deep exhaustion still lingered between Amou Kirukiru's brows.
Undried tear stains remained at the corners of her eyes.
That previously smooth, lustrous pitch-black hair was currently scattered messily across the pillows and bedsheets, with a few strands even clinging to her flushed cheeks.
On the exposed section of her perfectly round, snow-white shoulders, large and small red marks were scattered about, resembling red plum blossoms blooming in the snow—a startling sight.
In order not to disturb her, Haimer gently sat up and picked up a piece of parchment from the nightstand.
It contained the Status he had updated during a brief interlude last night.
[Amou Kirukiru]
Birthday: August 19
Blood Type: O
Height: 168cm
Weight: 53kg
Favorite Thing: Pomegranate
[Lv.2]
[Strength]: I0 → I143
[Endurance]: I0 → I167
[Dexterity]: I0 → I152
[Agility]: I0 → I138
[Magic]: I0
Looking at this increase in stats, Haimer couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as well.
After all.
For ordinary adventurers after leveling up, even if they fought earnestly in the Dungeon for an entire day, their various attributes might only jump by single digits.
Yet look at this.
In just a single night.
And that was under the circumstances where he had intentionally held back last night out of consideration for her body.
To actually be able to farm such data?
Haimer fell into thought.
"It seems that what happened last night was also judged as a struggle by Amou Kirukiru's skill, [Combat Madness]?"
If that truly was the case.
Then the judgment mechanism for Amou Kirukiru's skill, [Combat Madness]—could be said to be quite absurd.
I'm afraid it's far more exaggerated than initially anticipated.
The so-called struggle.
Was not merely the crossing of blades.
Any form of behavior attempting to overwhelm the opponent, attempting to conquer the opponent in physical stamina and willpower, seemed to be greedily absorbed by this skill and transformed into the nourishment for her to grow stronger.
"What a... natural-born freak."
Thinking of this, Haimer couldn't help but sigh softly. He casually folded the parchment and placed it on the nightstand.
Right then.
"Mnn..."
A low groan came from beside him.
Haimer turned his head.
Only to see.
Accompanying the gradual return of her consciousness.
Lying on the pillow, Amou Kirukiru's long eyelashes fluttered slightly a few times before slowly opening.
Her eyes were uncharacteristically covered in a misty haze, revealing the dazed look of having just woken up.
Much like a feline that had retracted its claws.
Amou Kirukiru subconsciously tried to prop her body up.
However.
Hiss...
Pain.
Soreness.
Amou Kirukiru sucked in a breath of cold air, her brows instantly knitting tightly.
Were it not for her Lv.2 physical attributes, coupled with the strengthening effects brought about by her developmental ability—[Steel Body].
She was afraid she truly would have been literally torn apart last night.
"Awake?"
Seeing Amou Kirukiru baring her teeth in pain after waking up, Haimer couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile.
Reaching out, the back of his fingers gently brushed past the few strands of sweat-soaked hair clinging to her cheeks, conveniently tucking them behind her ear for her.
"How are you feeling?"
"Still alive?"
Hearing this greeting laden with obvious teasing.
Amou Kirukiru glared fiercely at Haimer, reacting like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
Only, this glare, paired with her current appearance of messy hair and red-rimmed eyes, lacked the slightest bit of its former lethality. Instead, it exuded a soul-hooking charm of half-hearted rejection.
She gritted her teeth, using her elbow to prop herself against the armrest, arduously getting her upper body to sit up.
With just this single movement.
That thin blanket slid down naturally, exposing even more pulse-pounding scenery.
However.
Amou Kirukiru's sense of shame, such a thing had long since been cast to the highest heavens in front of Haimer.
Completely uncaring, she reached out a hand and firmly grabbed the hand Haimer had just been using to stroke her cheek.
And then.
She lowered her head.
Unceremoniously taking a bite out of it.
"Is this the mark you wanted to leave on me?"
Helpless, Haimer indulged Amou Kirukiru, conveniently reaching out with his other hand to pull the blanket over and tuck her in, covering up that flash of spring scenery.
"How is it?"
"Although I really want to ask if you slept well..."
"But looking at your condition..."
"You must be completely exhausted, right?"
"Not exhausted, just a feeling I've never experienced before."
Amou Kirukiru released her bite. Looking at the shallow teeth marks on that hand, she gritted her teeth and spoke with resentment.
In the brief moment her body had left the mattress.
It felt as if she had been tossed into a tumbling washing machine and spun for an entire night.
Especially her waist and the roots of her thighs.
That sore, weak sensation simply made her doubt whether these two legs were even still attached to her body.
By contrast.
Haimer.
Could be described as absolutely radiant.
His entire being exuded an extremely vigorous vitality.
Let alone exhaustion.
Not even the slightest trace of weariness could be seen.
As if that man from last night, who had tormented her to the point of fainting several times over—insatiable like a bottomless pit—wasn't him at all.
Then look at herself.
Amou Kirukiru lowered her head and glanced at her arm exposed outside the blanket.
Covered in black and blue bruises, they were entirely the marks left behind after the madness.
That intense contrast caused the competitiveness in her heart, which had only just settled down, to reluctantly rear its head once more.
This made her unable to resist biting her somewhat swollen lips.
Extremely unconvinced, she opened her mouth and asked:
"God..."
"Could it be..."
"Are you not tired?"
Doesn't the old saying go—there are only exhausted oxen, but no ruined fields?
How come the script seemed to be flipped here?
"Tired?"
"Kirukiru, you mustn't use human common sense to fathom a God."
Haimer extended a finger, gently tapping Amou Kirukiru's forehead.
"Furthermore, do not attempt to challenge my authority in the realm of stamina."
"I am a God."
"The weight of these words is not merely reflected in the fact that I can bestow Grace upon you."
"Even in the Heavens, where the Gods gather."
"There is not a single deity."
"Who dares to issue a challenge to me in this regard."
"Or rather."
"No God challenges me anymore."
"But none of that is important anymore."
"All of this that you're feeling right now."
"Is merely the result after I exercised extreme restraint and held back as much as possible."
"Otherwise, did you really think..."
"That if you truly bore the completely unleashed passion of a God..."
"You'd still be able to lie here this intact, looking at me and talking?"
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