Kuro smiled softly before shifting slightly.
His body moved lower, following the trail of warmth he had created earlier, until he finally paused near something delicate, like a rose petal freshly touched by the dew of night.
Then—something moved.
From behind a thin boundary, a subtle motion slipped forward like a serpent dancing across a field of petals, coiling slowly in silence while leaving behind an oddly intoxicating warmth.
"—!?"
Chiyome's eyes widened instantly.
Her body reacted sharply, shoulders tensing as her breath caught in her throat.
"My Lord..."
Her voice emerged in a faint tremble.
Almost like a whisper losing its shape, ending in a soft tone resembling the hiss of a serpent dissolving into warm breath.
Her right hand moved toward Kuro almost unconsciously.
Not to stop him.
But to keep him there, fingers pressing lightly as though quietly granting permission for the small game to continue.
Meanwhile, her left hand tightened around the bedsheet, wrinkling the fabric beneath her once again.
The next moment, warmth cumming out, flowing strongly like a spring finally discovering its own open path, moving forward without restraint.
A small portion overflowed unintentionally, leaving behind a faint trace upon something entirely innocent to the surrounding chaos.
Chiyome's body trembled lightly.
Softly.
Repeatedly.
Like warm venom slowly spreading to every edge of her nerves, making even the gentlest touch feel far too vivid to ignore.
After a few moments, Kuro finally pulled away.
He lifted his face slightly, then let out a quiet chuckle.
"It seems you're enjoying this quite a bit, Chi-chan."
Chiyome immediately turned her face to the side.
A faint blush once again colored her cheeks.
"Please don't tease me..." she murmured softly.
"Alright," Kuro replied lightly, his tone sounding almost too gentle.
The corner of his lips lifted slightly.
"Then… I suppose I'll start being serious."
Slowly, that warmth began to move once more.
Flowing like a serpent finally finding its way back to its nest after a long and exhausting hunt.
"...hng..."
A soft sound slipped from Chiyome's lips again.
Thin.
Trembling.
Her body reacted once more, sharper than before—as though every subtle touch now felt several times more vivid.
Kuro observed all of those changes calmly.
Every breath beginning to lose its rhythm.
Every small movement no longer entirely within Chiyome's control.
Then he began to move.
Steady.
Repeated.
With a rhythm as consistent as waves slowly wearing away stone—not rushed, yet persistent enough to leave marks impossible to ignore.
Strangely, it was precisely that consistency that made it harder and harder for Chiyome to maintain her composure.
Her breathing quickened.
Short.
Unsteady.
Her chest rose and fell faster now, as though her body were trying to keep pace with a rhythm that remained just beyond her grasp.
Her arms slowly lifted.
Then wrapped weakly around Kuro's shoulders, like a serpent coiling around a tree branch to maintain balance and avoid falling too far.
Her face became partially hidden near Kuro's neck.
Her warm breath brushed irregularly against his skin, leaving behind faint traces that felt almost like whispers in the night.
BANG!
The door suddenly swung open without warning, the loud impact echoing sharply throughout the room.
Kuro's movement came to an immediate halt. His eyes widened slightly, clearly not expecting such a sudden interruption.
Almost instinctively, he turned toward the source of the sound.
Silence.
A few seconds stretched far longer than they should have.
Standing frozen in the doorway was Tamamo.
Her cheeks were bright red—very red, nearly matching the shade of her hair.
Her golden eyes were locked straight ahead.
It was painfully obvious.
She saw everything.
Or rather... she had most likely been standing outside for quite a while already.
Long enough to understand the situation.
Long enough to piece together all the clues from earlier that night.
And most importantly—long enough for her curiosity to finally overpower her patience.
Her fox ears stood straight up.
Her single tail puffed up instinctively.
"…Ah."
That was the only sound that came out of her.
Small.
Short.
And completely unhelpful.
On the other side, Chiyome froze completely.
Her face instantly heated up.
Without thinking, she hurriedly covered her face with both hands. The movement was fast, almost reflexive, like a criminal who had just been caught red-handed doing something no one was ever supposed to witness.
"My Lord…"
Her voice came out tiny.
Almost pitifully so.
The embarrassment in her tone was practically tangible.
She looked as though she were sincerely hoping the bedsheets, the bed itself, the floor, or perhaps reality as a whole would kindly swallow her alive.
Kuro stared at Tamamo for a few seconds.
His expression slowly flattened.
"…Caster."
His voice was far too calm.
Which somehow made the situation even more absurd.
Tamamo blinked, as though only now realizing she had barged in without permission.
"Ah—"
She reflexively stepped back half a pace.
Then pointed accusingly at Kuro, her face still burning bright red.
"S-So this is what you meant by 'there's still one more thing I need to do'?!"
Her voice rose noticeably higher, carrying an amusing mix of embarrassment, shock, and mild betrayal after finally understanding the context of his earlier words.
Kuro fell silent for a moment.
Then let out a quiet sigh.
"Usually," he said flatly, "people knock first."
Tamamo froze.
That sentence hit far harder than it should have.
She stared at the still-open door.
Then slowly looked back at Kuro.
"…That's true."
Her face somehow turned even redder.
And yet, instead of closing the door or leaving—Tamamo simply stood there for a few moments.
Her golden gaze shifted from Kuro to Chiyome, who was still hiding her face behind both hands, before returning to Kuro once more.
Her expression gradually changed.
The embarrassment was still there.
But now it was mixed with something softer.
A curiosity that had clearly not been satisfied.
"Fufu~."
A small laugh slipped from her lips.
Soft, almost light… yet somehow carrying a faint chill at its edges.
She lifted her chin slightly.
A thin smile formed at the corner of her lips.
Without hesitation, Tamamo stepped fully into the room.
One step.
Two steps.
Then continued walking toward the bed.
Her movements remained graceful, as though this entire situation were somehow perfectly ordinary.
Kuro raised an eyebrow.
"…Caster?"
Tamamo stopped near the bed.
Her smile grew sweeter, yet something sharper lingered behind that softness.
"If I think about it," she said lightly, "it feels a bit unfair to be left alone after all this build-up throughout the night."
She stepped closer and knelt near Kuro.
Almost at the same time, Chiyome—who had overheard her—lowered her hands slightly.
Her eyes widened.
"C-Caster?"
Her voice was clearly filled with surprise.
Tamamo glanced at her.
Her tail moved gently, like a small flame swaying without a fixed direction.
"Ara… don't look at me like that," she said softly. "I simply don't like being left behind."
The room fell quiet again.
Kuro looked at both of his Servants for a few seconds.
Then he let out a long sigh for the third time that night.
"…For some reason," he muttered flatly, "everything always ends up going in strange directions."
He paused briefly.
Then the corner of his lips lifted slightly.
"Alright," he said casually. "It seems tonight will be livelier than I expected."
After saying that, Kuro made a movement that caused Chiyome to flinch slightly.
The shift in position came abruptly—like a serpent briefly losing its balance and tumbling near the edge of a cliff before regaining its footing.
Yet even in that sudden change, the warmth between them remained intact.
Flowing through the soft spaces between them, like warm air trapped between flower petals freshly washed by night rain.
The earlier rhythm resumed.
This time firmer.
Sharper.
Harder to ignore.
"Hngg... hnn... aah..."
Chiyome's breathing became unstable once again.
Her soft sounds broke intermittently, drifting within a rhythm she could no longer fully control.
Her fingers tightened around the bedsheet—like it was the only anchor keeping her tied to reality.
On the other side of the room, Kuro's attention shifted.
His face now stood relatively close to Tamamo.
Between them, the atmosphere changed subtly yet unmistakably.
Tamamo's warmth felt like a small flame slowly approaching still ice—not melting it instantly, but enough to make the surrounding air tremble softly.
Pressing against each other in silence.
Testing boundaries without words.
And within all of it, the atmosphere between them grew even more intense.
Like fire slowly licking the surface of ice, melting away a stillness that was never meant to remain frozen.
"...mmh..."
Tamamo's body trembled faintly.
Her focus wavered slightly, as if that gentle warmth was too soft yet too deep to ignore, blurring the edge of her consciousness like morning mist dissolving under light.
On the other side, Chiyome had already buried her face into a pillow.
Yet even that was not enough to fully suppress her unsteady breathing—broken between attempts to stay composed and waves of sensation that kept moving without pause.
Then, slowly, Kuro's movements began to slow.
Like a current losing its driving force, before finally pausing—pressing into the deepest point of stillness within that shared rhythm.
At the same time, Tamamo's hand lightly rested on Kuro's arm, not with the intention of stopping him, but simply holding on.
Like a small flame that briefly lost its shape, it trembled for a moment before stabilizing again in the colder air.
A few seconds later—the long-held tension finally broke at once, like two sources of heat meeting a calm pool at the bottom of a valley.
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Author's note:
A threesome is too hard, some how i want to give up!!! 🤦♂️🤣
Should i make Kuro serve the girls one by one later.
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