Chapter 44: Damn Suika is So Sweet.
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"Hehehe, none of you can stop me."
Ibuki Suika was merely stating a fact, but her relaxed, unbothered posture came across as a pure provocation in the eyes of Anna Yanami and the others. Nana certainly wasn't going to back down just because Suika was a yokai.
She was an alien herself, after all. In the eyes of an alien, what was a yokai if not simply another species of extraterrestrial?
"As long as I'm here, don't even think about laying a finger on brother-in-law!"
"Ho ho~ Brother-in-law... now that is truly interesting."
Suika cast a playful glance at Lala, who was standing there with an utterly clueless expression on her face. To think someone had actually managed to marry Kihara even before Reimu Hakurei. If Aya Shameimaru got wind of this, the news would probably be plastered all across the front pages tomorrow.
How could money-obsessed Reimu sit by and watch her cash cow get dug up by someone else? That unprincipled red-and-white shrine maiden would probably turn Gensokyo completely upside down.
Rather than relying on words, Suika—being an Oni—preferred to let her actions speak for themselves. Unhooking the gourd at her waist, she smiled and said, "Meeting like this is fate. Why don't we start with a drink together!"
"I am not drinking alcohol with you!"
Even as the words left her mouth, Nana discovered to her sheer horror that her body was completely beyond her control.
Reaching out, she accepted a sake cup Suika had produced out of nowhere, gulping down the amber liquid that radiated a faint, fruity aroma in a single tilt of her head.
The moment she swallowed it, the world began to spin rapidly before her eyes. The floor felt like soft cotton, sinking in with every step she took. Wobbling unsteadily, she collapsed onto the couch, closing her eyes and falling into a deep, peaceful sleep just a few moments later.
Next came Anna Yanami and Momo. When it was Lala's turn, her movements experienced a slight delay as if she were temporarily reclaiming control over her body, but the effect lasted for only a split second.
Before long, just like her younger sisters, she drank the fruit wine and fell onto the floor, thoroughly intoxicated and out cold.
Flandre Scarlet had covered her ears and closed her eyes the instant Suika initiated her drink-persuasion, remaining completely unaffected by the power. Deep within her sparkling ruby eyes, a hint of smug triumph flickered.
'As expected of me! I successfully used Suika to sweep away all these obstacles keeping me from my dessert.'
When Kihara and Sanae finished cooking and stepped out of the kitchen carrying the dishes, they took one look at the girls sprawled all over the floor, caught the heavy fragrance of liquor drifting through the air, and felt their lips twitch violently. "Suika, don't tell me the only power you can freely use in this world is forcing people to drink?"
"Spot on! Hic~"
"You didn't make them drink divine sake, did you?"
"Relax, I barely have the heart to drink that stuff myself, let alone give it to these little girls who've never touched alcohol before. It was just ordinary fruit wine."
Kihara set the dishes down on the dining table, rubbing his temples in exasperation.
"Roughly when will they wake up?"
"Tomorrow morning?"
"I'd better go whip up some hangover soup then," he muttered, turning back toward the kitchen. Before stepping inside, he shot a glare over his shoulder at Suika. "I'll settle accounts with you in a bit!"
Suika wasn't flustered in the slightest. Slouching back against the couch cushions, she gave her liquor gourd a triumphant shake. "I'll be waiting."
Sanae didn't step into the kitchen to help. She looked over at Suika, then glanced at Flandre, before asking in a lowered, hushed voice, "Are you two here for that with Kihara as well?"
The pupils of the former dilated for a fraction of a second before quickly returning to normal, nodding with a knowing smile without saying a word. The latter, meanwhile, failed to understand what Sanae was talking about at all.
Since there were no outsiders present, Flandre simply laid all her cards on the table.
"I'm just here to drink milk with Big Brother. I don't care what you two are doing, but don't get in my way! Otherwise, I'll have Big Sister cause trouble for you when I get back!"
Her bossy, relying-on-her-sister tone drew meaningful smiles from both of them.
"Since we're all on the same side, how about leaving tonight to me?" Sanae's calm tone sounded less like a negotiation and more like stating an established fact.
As an experienced driver, Suika knew full well how powerful Kihara's engine could run. If a brand-new car like Sanae went for two laps with him, her exhaust pipe would probably be leaking oil like crazy, and she definitely wouldn't last until the very end.
Thus, Suika generously declared, "Works for me. You'll definitely end up handing Kihara-bro over to me in the second half of the night anyway."
"Then after dinner, Fran gets to claim Big Brother! Neither of you is allowed to interrupt!"
Just like that, without Kihara's knowledge whatsoever, the three of them divided up his evening schedule clean and neat.
When he emerged carrying the hangover soup, Sanae wondered how he was going to feed the soup to the drunken girls. As it turned out, his method was so brutally straightforward it nearly made her eyes pop out of her head.
Prop them up—force open the mouth—pour in the soup—snap the mouth shut—clamp the chin and top of the head—shake vigorously up and down, left and right.
The moment he finished this routine, he immediately moved on to the next girl.
It was only when he reached Lala that his movements finally softened up. He didn't even shake her, choosing instead to gently pat her back to help the hangover soup slide down smoothly.
Sanae finally witnessed his true attitude toward girls who weren't his girlfriend. Deep down, she felt immensely relieved that she had seized the opportunity to lock in their relationship earlier. Otherwise, if he treated her like this, she would probably start doubting whether she possessed any female charm at all.
After feeding them all the hangover soup, Kihara carried Lala and her sisters back up to their rooms, while tucking Anna into the guest room. Since Anna came over to scavenge meals every single day anyway, her parents wouldn't mind even if she stayed overnight at his place.
After that, he walked back downstairs, flipped Suika directly over his lap, and landed a series of firm, crisp spanks across her rear without holding back, leaving both Flandre and Sanae stunned where they stood.
Sanae had assumed their relationship was somewhere above friends but below lovers—much like her own situation before—where they only needed to pierce through that paper-thin barrier to make things official.
Yet Kihara dared to directly spank Suika, one of the Four Deva of the Oni, without a single shred of hesitation. It proved beyond a doubt that their relationship ran far deeper than she had ever imagined.
"Mmm, ah~"
A sweet, delicate coo that sounded completely unlike the usual boozy Oni suddenly escaped her lips. Even as a girl herself, Sanae had to admit that the half-drunk, blush-cheeked Suika at this moment was exceptionally captivating.
Her eyes, hazy with intoxication, shimmered with a mesmerizing light. Her breath was soft and fragrant, and her lips were coated with a glossy, fruit-wine sheen, looking as delicious and soft as jelly.
"I thought you'd go consume Sanae first before coming to find me. Are you really that impatient already?"
Evidently, Suika had completely mistaken his punishment for an inviting signal. Her youthful body radiated a mature, sensual allure that stood in stark contrast to her outward appearance, making one's blood run hot.
"Suika, please refrain from your unrealistic fantasies! Before nine o'clock, Big Brother belongs entirely to me!"
A jealous Flandre shoved Suika aside, squeezing herself forcibly into Kihara's arms. Wrapping her arms tight around him, she declared with supreme arrogance, "From this moment on, this place is named Flandre Square! Neither of you is allowed to come near!"
"Tsk, tsk, look at how eager you are." Suika didn't get angry in the slightest. Rubbing her cheeks, she reverted right back to her usual boozy demeanor, carrying her liquor gourd as she strolled over to the dining table.
"Fran, shall we eat dinner first?"
"Okay! But I want Big Brother to feed me!"
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