"Intact?"
Hearing Haimer's words, Amou Kirukiru tugged at the corners of her mouth as if she had just heard some sort of joke.
However.
Just as Amou Kirukiru tried to stand up from the bed and display her usual aura.
Reality was cruel.
The moment Amou Kirukiru attempted to exert force from her waist.
"Hiss!!"
A wave of soreness and numbness that almost completely robbed her of sensation instantly spread throughout her entire body.
Amou Kirukiru's body went soft. Her half-raised frame immediately lost its support and tumbled right back onto the soft bed.
What was even worse—
Because the magnitude of this movement was too large.
That thin velvet quilt, which had originally only barely covered the flash of spring scenery at her chest, was once again pulled by gravity, sliding mercilessly down her smooth skin.
This time, it slipped off completely and utterly, without any reservation whatsoever.
Piling up directly at the most dangerous edge around her waist.
Amou Kirukiru remained silent.
"See?"
"Since you're awake, just get some good rest."
"Right now, you even struggle just to stand up."
"Getting a good sleep and recovering your stamina is the proper thing to do."
Seeing this, Haimer also pulled back the quilt that had slipped down to Amou Kirukiru's waist.
He covered her up tightly, pulling it all the way up to her chin, leaving only her head exposed.
Then, he picked up that folded piece of parchment from the nightstand, gave it a casual flick to unfold it, and presented it directly in front of Amou Kirukiru.
"Furthermore..."
"Take a look at this."
"These are all the spoils of war you desperately fought for last night."
"I believe you will be satisfied with them."
Amou Kirukiru, who had originally turned her head away in slight shame and anger, subconsciously shifted her gaze back upon hearing these words.
At first, her gaze was still somewhat unfocused.
But when she clearly saw those rows of altered data on it.
Her phoenix eyes instantly widened.
"The judgment mechanism for your skill, [Combat Madness], is unexpectedly quite idealistic."
"It isn't limited to crossing blades in mortal combat."
"Whether it takes effect or not depends entirely on you—Amou Kirukiru—and whether you perceive the situation before you as a struggle where you must go all out."
"It was precisely under such circumstances last night."
"Even if your reason had collapsed, even if your body had fallen."
"In your subconscious, you still hadn't given up on the idea of winning, right?"
"Wanting to turn the tables, wanting to seize the initiative in the process, wanting to test the bottom line of a God... Even when completely exhausted, you were still fighting against me in your own way."
"It was exactly your obsession with wanting to fight back against me that was recognized by [Combat Madness]."
"Therefore, it converted everything from last night into your experience points."
"Furthermore, because your opponent was me, the growth rate of all your ability stats doubled."
Hearing this analysis.
Amou Kirukiru was stunned.
"Heh..."
"What is this..."
After a long while.
Amou Kirukiru tugged at the corners of her mouth.
"This skill of mine is unexpectedly convenient."
"Yes, indeed."
Haimer also nodded, deeply agreeing with this point.
"Even I didn't expect that your skill—[Combat Madness]—could count even this kind of situation."
"This judgment mechanism is truly unexpectedly idealistic."
"Idealistic?"
Amou Kirukiru chewed on these two words.
The light in her phoenix eyes, which had originally been slightly unfocused due to her body's soreness, now refocused and blazed up like dry firewood tossed with a spark.
If this kind of method could be considered a struggle...
And could be converted into effective experience points...
Then...
"Since that's the case..."
"Oh God..."
Amou Kirukiru's gaze burned brightly, carrying a near-fanatical paranoia.
"Are you interested in going at it again right now?!"
"Since we've now figured out the rules regarding my body!"
"Right now, even if my body can't move, I can still—"
"Rejected!"
Before Amou Kirukiru could finish those bold, grandiose words that would be enough to make any man's blood boil.
Haimer rejected it extremely ruthlessly.
"Don't even think about it."
Of course.
As a God, Haimer didn't have any sort of sage mode.
Moreover.
In this world, the boundary between Gods and mortals was inherently blurry.
After this time, this layer of paper window had been completely pierced through. With a first time for this sort of thing, there would naturally be countless more times in the future.
Since the deed had already been done, pretending to be prudish now would instead seem a bit hypocritical and pretentious.
However.
Haimer still lowered his eyes slightly, helplessly looking at Amou Kirukiru, who had been tormented to the point where even getting out of bed was an issue, yet was still thinking about how to win the round back.
He also shook his head.
"Although I am one hundred percent willing to accept your challenge, and it doesn't matter how many times."
"But look at yourself right now."
"You can barely even lift your arms, and you still want to challenge me again?"
"Although your spirit is indeed commendable, and I also highly appreciate this kind of drive to become stronger."
"But until your body fully recovers, I will not allow you to mess around again."
"The prerequisite for everything is that you can still stand up."
"I won't let you torment yourself into a cripple."
Having said that.
In order to give Amou Kirukiru a clearer understanding of her own current state.
Haimer's hand began to become somewhat dishonest.
The pads of his fingers glided across her lower abdomen, sweeping over the smooth and taut V-line. The delicate texture of the skin became tense due to its owner's nervousness.
He intentionally brought about waves of fine, tingling numbness.
Causing Amou Kirukiru's body to instantly stiffen.
However.
Haimer showed no intention of stopping.
All the way down to the soles of her feet.
The area his hand touched was delicate and smooth, carrying a hint of coolness.
Her ankles were slender and exquisite, as if they could be easily snapped with a single hand, yet they contained explosive power sufficient to shatter rocks.
But at this moment.
This foot was currently being held in Haimer's palm and toyed with.
Her instep arched high, pulling taut into an alluring curve. Her toes curled tightly together even more so due to an extreme sense of shame, the neatly trimmed nails still revealing a faint shade of pink.
"Let... go..."
Amou Kirukiru's brows furrowed deeply, her jaw clenched tight.
Her face, which had always been arrogant and coldly glamorous, was rarely filled with an expression of wishing she could die from shame and anger; even the roots of her ears were completely red.
This kind of feeling of being completely controlled...
Without even a single shred of room for resistance...
Even only being able to passively endure it...
Actually experiencing it firsthand.
To Amou Kirukiru.
It was simply more agonizing than directly killing her!
She wanted to challenge the God, wanted to conquer the God, not be arbitrarily manipulated by the God like a broken doll as she was right now!
"No... don't touch there anymore..."
Amou Kirukiru tried to pull her foot back, but her leg completely refused to listen to her commands at this moment; instead, it was soft and limp, unable to muster any strength at all.
Haimer acted as if he didn't hear her, instead becoming even more interested because of this feeble resistance of hers.
Every single touch.
Felt as if it struck her fatal pressure points.
Amou Kirukiru's breathing became increasingly rapid.
Her chest heaved.
The snow-white curves rippled like waves in tandem.
A softness that could easily fill a grasp.
"Nnngh—!!!"
"God... bastard..."
To the point where Amou Kirukiru finally flew into a shameful rage. Gritting her teeth, her phoenix eyes glared fiercely at Haimer, brimming with rippling, watery light. Her entire face was already flushed completely red, resembling a fully cooked shrimp.
Although she was cursing, the posture she currently displayed was entirely that of someone waiting to be plucked at will.
Seeing this.
Haimer also knew it was time to stop while he was ahead.
After all, if he continued to tease her like this, given Amou Kirukiru's fierce temperament, once this sense of shame breached its critical point, she might truly just bite her tongue to commit suicide in order to preserve her final shred of dignity.
"Alright."
"I won't tease you anymore."
"At least for this morning, just rest well in here. I'll have someone bring your breakfast in for you."
Having said that.
Haimer let go of his hand, considerately helped Amou Kirukiru tuck in the corners of her quilt, got dressed, stood up, and walked right out of the master bedroom.
Leaving the master bedroom and stepping onto the circular corridor on the second floor.
Haimer saw the warm, unobtrusive morning sunlight piercing through the central courtyard inside the mansion, illuminating the entire hall brightly.
The design of this luxury mansion was truly impeccable.
"What great weather."
However.
Before Haimer could even stretch his back and properly appreciate this tranquil morning light.
A burst of noisy commotion drilled into Haimer's ears one step ahead.
"Hey! I'm telling you, Ryu! That's not right, meow!"
"Ahhh! It's smoking, it's smoking!!"
"Don't be noisy! I am concentrating on adjusting the heat!"
"It's already burnt! That's turned into black charcoal! That's no longer called adjusting, meow—!!!"
"!"
It sounded like something exploding.
"Cough, cough, cough! This isn't right... How come this is different from what's written in the book!"
The sounds of an argument coming from the direction of the kitchen.
As well as that distinct burnt smell currently wafting up.
Caused Haimer's originally relaxed expression to instantly stiffen.
He knew it just by hearing it.
Ryu had already arrived.
And had already begun working.
He had to admit.
Once Ryu got stubborn and zeroed in on something, not even ten bulls could pull her back.
To think she actually tried to dive into the kitchen to cook.
Fortunately, this time.
There were other people beside her to help.
However...
Lunor, Chloe.
These two gals had actually really come.
Haimer raised an eyebrow slightly, also feeling surprised.
After all, as some of the main clerks of the Hostess of Fertility, given Mama Mia's temper, getting her to let them come over during the morning shift would not be easy.
Unless...
It was because Freya was adding fuel to the fire behind the scenes.
However.
That fellow probably still didn't know that right after descending to the Lower World, he already knew Syr was her alternate identity.
Reeling in his thoughts.
Haimer glanced at the kitchen area on the first floor that seemingly had stopped billowing black smoke. Thinking for a moment, he wasn't in a hurry to rush over and save the day.
After all.
As long as the house didn't catch fire, it was fine.
Let them fuss about for a while.
Haimer pondered for a second, then withdrew his gaze from the kitchen, instead letting it fall upon the other side of the first-floor hall.
That was the lounge area.
The girls seemed to all still be sleeping in their rooms.
The first-floor hall appeared somewhat empty.
However.
It wasn't completely devoid of people either.
Over there.
On a single sofa directly facing the staircase.
A petite figure was currently huddled there.
Wearing a loose pajama set, she had wrapped herself up into a little dumpling.
Holding a cup of still-steaming hot milk in her hands, her entire face was almost completely buried into the cup.
Her short, silver-white hair appeared exceptionally smooth under the morning light.
It was precisely Inaba Tsukuyo.
Seemingly having heard the sound of Haimer walking out of the master bedroom.
Inaba Tsukuyo, who had originally been burying her face in the cup while constantly eavesdropping on the commotion, suddenly gave her body a violent shudder.
Then.
With a whoosh.
That small face, which had originally been somewhat flushed, instantly turned bright red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Even that pair of pointy ears turned completely red.
Just like a startled little rabbit, she abruptly lowered her head, burying her entire face tightly behind the cover formed by the milk cup.
That appearance.
Simply looked just like... she had been caught red-handed doing something guilty.
Seeing Inaba Tsukuyo suddenly display such a change.
Haimer was also taken aback for a moment.
Immediately after, recalling Inaba Tsukuyo's words during the last level-up, he instantly realized what was going on.
That's right.
This child...
In other words.
The commotion on the second floor last night...
And it was a commotion that lasted for more than half the night too...
Had already been completely broadcasted to this child...
"This truly is..."
Thinking of this, Haimer felt somewhat embarrassed.
After all, although Gods no longer possessed much of a sense of shame.
But suddenly putting on a live pornographic show for an entire night right in front of a child who was as pure as a blank sheet of paper.
Was still somewhat of a sin.
With his thoughts reaching this point.
Realizing that this counted as him once again disturbing Inaba Tsukuyo's rest.
Haimer also helplessly made his way down to the first floor.
He didn't avoid her, instead walking straight toward Inaba Tsukuyo, who was huddled on the sofa.
Sensing the approach of her own God.
Inaba Tsukuyo's body noticeably grew tense.
Until Haimer walked up to the edge of the sofa.
"G-Good morning... Kami-sama..."
Inaba Tsukuyo's muffled voice finally came from behind the cover formed by the milk cup.
"Um..."
Haimer reached out his hand, somewhat helplessly wanting to pat Inaba Tsukuyo's head, but stopped halfway.
"Last night... was my bad."
"The commotion was a bit loud again."
"I forgot about that."
"I'll pay attention next time."
"Furthermore..."
"Later on, I'll figure out a way to get someone to set up a soundproofing barrier or something in the room."
Hearing Haimer take the initiative to shoulder the blame.
Inaba Tsukuyo immediately grew somewhat panicked.
She hurriedly raised her head slightly.
On that small face so red it looked like it was about to drip blood, she looked toward Haimer, then frantically shook her head in a somewhat incoherent manner.
"N-No need for that!"
"Kami-sama doesn't need to be so accommodating..."
"Whatever Kami-sama wants to do... it is all Kami-sama's freedom..."
"It's... it's Tsukuyo's own fault."
"For eavesdropping myself..."
Saying up to here, Inaba Tsukuyo's voice grew smaller and smaller, finally almost turning into the hum of a mosquito. She even bit down too hard on her own moist lower lip out of extreme shame.
Looking at Inaba Tsukuyo's appearance of desperately trying to hide it, yet being tormented by a sense of guilt because she was too pure.
This appearance of desperately trying to pin the blame on herself, proving that she was a "sensible little adult," was exceedingly cute.
Haimer ultimately couldn't hold back anymore; he let go and rubbed Inaba Tsukuyo's head of silver hair, which felt incredibly soft to the touch.
"I understand that Tsukuyo is very sensible."
"But this shouldn't affect Tsukuyo's rest either."
"Look at these dark circles under your eyes."
"Tsukuyo must not have slept well last night, right?"
"Really now..."
"Because of Tsukuyo's own fault..."
After hearing these words, Inaba Tsukuyo's face grew even redder. She lowered her head even further, cradling the milk cup in her hands.
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