Some time had passed.
Hundreds of humanoid paper dolls, each about ten centimeters tall, scurried busily along the corridors and rooms.
They ran with a nearly panicked rhythm—their tiny steps drumming quickly, erratically, yet still purposeful.
Some stumbled on the cold floor, falling briefly, only to immediately get back up as if tireless.
Amid the bustle, one figure stood out.
A doll shaped like Yu Mei-Ren stood at the command center.
Its movements were more precise, more "alive" than the others—every small gesture it made was immediately followed without hesitation by the hundreds of units around it.
These paper dolls were familiar creations of Xu Fu—divided into various workgroups, each carrying out different tasks according to Kuro's orders.
The first group handled the remnants of bodies—absorbing blood, breaking down tissue, and then extracting it into magical energy, which was then infused into the gems.
The second group worked more quietly, yet no less importantly. They gathered the mana dispersed in the air, filtering it little by little, and then compacted it into the gems. The process was much slower, but stable and continuous.
Meanwhile, the third group moved back and forth incessantly, both monitoring and transporting the blue crystals produced by the alchemy machines—a system for generating magical energy based on curses.
The machines originally belonged to Atrum Galliesta. Yet in Xu Fu's hands, their function had been completely overhauled.
No longer relying on humans as raw material, the system was now forced to operate under a new principle—cleaner, more efficient, and more stable.
"Ah, this feels perfect!"
Xu Fu's voice, full of satisfaction, sounded after she downed a glass of whiskey.
At this moment, the slender girl sat casually sideways on Kuro's lap, as if the spot had always been hers.
Kuro stared at her expressionlessly.
"Caster," he said calmly, though with a clear warning, "you've had too much to drink."
Xu Fu only gave a fleeting glance, then leaned even more against Kuro's chest as if reclining on a plush sofa.
"Haiya…" she said nonchalantly, "I've only had five glasses, stingy~"
A faint crease appeared on Kuro's forehead.
"Five glasses…?" he repeated slowly.
He glanced at the table beside them, then back at Xu Fu with a slightly hardened expression.
"That's five bottles, Caster. Not glasses."
His tone remained flat, but now it carried a clear weight of authority.
"And one of them was a seventy-year-old Glenfarclas."
He drew a short breath, restraining his patience.
"You called me stingy? You're drinking it like it's just mineral water."
A brief silence.
"…Now get down."
His gaze narrowed slightly.
"Find another seat. This isn't a public chair."
Xu Fu remained perched casually on Kuro's lap, not moving at all despite being told to get down. From her posture alone, her answer was already clear without a word.
She glanced at the bottle on the table, then returned her flat stare to Kuro—as if weighing something of utmost importance, when in reality she wasn't thinking about anything at all.
Slowly, she lifted her glass and gave it a gentle shake.
Empty.
"…It's gone."
Without any intention of getting down, she instead held out the empty glass toward Kuro.
"Master, pour me another."
A brief silence followed.
Kuro closed his eyes and drew a short breath.
"No."
His answer was brief. Firm.
"Eeh…" Xu Fu immediately spoke up, her tone turning coquettish, "Come on, Master… just a little more. One more glass. Don't be stingy with your own Servant~"
"Drinking time is over," Kuro replied flatly. "And you said 'one glass'… somehow I feel that would turn into ten."
He opened his eyes, staring at Xu Fu expressionlessly.
"So get off my lap."
Xu Fu let out a small dramatic struggle atop his lap, shaking her body with flair.
"Nooo—! Just one more! I promise!"
She looked at Kuro with cunning, narrowed eyes.
"I'll give you something nice if you obey, Master~"
Kuro fell silent.
He exhaled a long breath.
"…Troublesome."
Yet in the end, he gave in.
A dark gray ripple appeared in the air—his Gate of Babylon opened.
From within, Kuro pulled out a six-hundred-milliliter bottle of soju and placed it into Xu Fu's hands.
"This is the last one."
Xu Fu immediately beamed.
"Ah, that's more like it!"
Without waiting, she twisted off the cap and downed it without hesitation, as if it were just plain water.
But in the next moment, something entirely unexpected happened to Kuro.
The instant Xu Fu swallowed the soju, she suddenly leaned in—too close. Without warning, she kissed Kuro, forcing the soju to flow through his lips.
Kuro flinched.
His eyes went wide, his heartbeat spiking as if injected with adrenaline.
Reflexively, he tried to push Xu Fu away—but it was useless.
Even as a Caster, Xu Fu's physical strength far surpassed that of an ordinary human like him.
As a result, part of the liquid still made its way down his throat, while the rest spilled out.
'This is bad…' he thought briefly.
Not because of the alcohol.
His body's tolerance was more than sufficient.
What was truly dangerous… was something else entirely.
Histeria Savant Syndrome mode.
Moments later, Xu Fu pulled back, a satisfied smile clearly painted on her face.
She casually wiped the remaining liquid from her lips.
"How was that, Master?" she said lightly. "You enjoyed it, didn't you? No man could resist being treated like that~"
A brief silence followed.
Kuro's heartbeat gradually steadied.
But this time… something had changed, and a mischievous smile began to form on his face.
Without a word, Kuro grabbed the soju bottle from Xu Fu's hand and downed it.
Then, in one smooth, deliberate motion, he pulled Xu Fu's head closer with his left hand, pressing his lips to hers, letting the warm, slick soju flow hungrily between them.
"Gulp… gulp…"
The liquid slid down his throat, hot and slick, mingling with the sensations Kuro was coaxing from her.
Xu Fu's small body shivered, dizzy from the combination of intoxication and raw, teasing pleasure, her lips trembling, eyes half-lidded in helpless surrender.
"Mmm…♡ lick…♡ lick…♡ haa…♡ slurp…♡"
Once the last drops had vanished, Kuro's tongue lingered, slipping, teasing, and dancing along her lips and tongue, drawing out moans hotter and wetter than before.
Meanwhile, Kuro returned the bottle of soju to the Gate of Babylon, but his right hand didn't rest.
It slipped beneath her clothes, fingers exploring the hidden, slick berry, stroking through the slick warmth that had already pooled there.
"Hyah—!?"
Xu Fu's eyes flew wide, body shivering violently, hips twitching instinctively as if teased by an invisible, insistent current of pleasure.
"Hwaa…♡ lick…♡ haa…♡ stop…♡ haa…♡"
Even so, Kuro didn't relent for a single moment. Fingers pressed, massaged, teased mercilessly, coaxing her body to respond, dripping, quivering, helplessly craving more.
Slowly, deliberately, his hand worked to peel away her clothes, revealing her glistening, slick curves inch by inch.
When Xu Fu was half-undressed, Kuro finally pulled back his face, eyes roaming over her trembling, soaked form.
She immediately turned her face away, cheeks flushed, lips glistening from the soju and his teasing.
Xu Fu's hand rose slowly, wiping the remaining liquid from her lips with a calm, almost indifferent motion, as if nothing had happened.
But Kuro saw it—the tiniest hesitation, the shiver she couldn't hide, the wet slickness of her body betrayed her completely.
"That reaction…" Kuro murmured softly, voice low and husky. "…you're already aware?"
A crease immediately formed on Xu Fu's forehead.
Her gaze sharpened—focused, fully aware.
"I take back what I said."
Her voice was flat. Lower. More controlled.
Her body leaned forward, closing the distance—but this time without the impulse of drunkenness.
Every movement… deliberate.
"You're not just annoying…"
She paused for a moment, staring straight at him without wavering.
"…you're dangerous."
Her hand rose, gripping the collar of Kuro's sweater.
Not roughly.
But firm enough to hold her position.
"Don't get me wrong, Master," she continued coldly, "one response doesn't mean you're in control."
Xu Fu slowly slid off Kuro's lap.
She stepped back, then without saying much, began removing the remaining clothes still clinging to her body.
"If you think this is some kind of domination game…" she said softly, her voice low, almost a whisper in the silence, "…you'll be disappointed."
A brief silence.
The air around them felt heavier.
"…I just want to see," she continued, her gaze fixed unwaveringly on Kuro, "how far your reactions can change."
Her tone was calm—but clearly challenging.
"Now," she said without hesitation, "take off your clothes, Master."
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Author's note:
So, did you like this chapter? 😌
If it's just Kama, it'll get boring 😈
Change up the flavors once in a while, like eating bread with different jams.
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