Tamamo shut her eyes tightly.
Clearly unable to respond.
Because both her body and thoughts were far too occupied trying to withstand the warmth continuing to spread without mercy.
A few moments later, Kuro's movements gradually began to slow.
The rhythm that had once been steady and consistent now softened, like a flame that had reached the peak of its heat and was finally taking a long breath.
Then it stopped.
For a brief moment, the entire room fell silent.
Tamamo's eyes widened.
"Hnhhh..."
Her voice finally broke free before she could stop it.
"Heuk... hghh... nhhhh..."
She felt two warm currents at once.
The first felt like foxfire suddenly overwhelmed by an excess of light—overflowing and filling the forbidden space within her until it nearly surpassed the limits she could still control.
The second sensation was far gentler.
Like warm water finally finding its own source, flowing outward unhurriedly while leaving behind a lingering heat that continued to pulse softly.
As a result, the fabric of the dress she was wearing became damp, with part of the moisture trailing lightly down along her thigh.
Tamamo's body weakened slightly.
As though all of her remaining strength had dissolved together with those two converging currents.
Fortunately, before she could truly lose her balance, Kuro quickly pulled her into his embrace.
His arms wrapped securely around her.
Holding her firmly, yet carefully.
Allowing the remaining sensations to slowly settle without fully disappearing.
Tamamo leaned weakly against him.
"Hngh... haa.. haa..."
Her breathing was still uneven.
Her gaze remained slightly vacant, like someone who had just been exposed to far too much foxfire all at once.
"…Darling…" she murmured softly.
Her hand gently tightened around the arm of the man embracing her from behind, as if reassuring herself that she still had one solid anchor to hold onto.
Kuro watched Tamamo's still-flushed reflection through the mirror before them.
"Feeling calmer now?" he asked quietly.
Tamamo did not answer right away.
She simply closed her eyes slowly, allowing herself to remain within Kuro's embrace.
"…A little longer," she whispered.
Her voice sounded tired, yet far too comfortable to be considered a real complaint.
Like ice finally surrendering completely to the warmth of a flame.
Silence filled the room for a moment.
Then Kuro's brows slowly furrowed.
As if realizing the embers before him had not truly gone out yet, he lowered his face slightly, leaning closer to Tamamo's fox ear still hidden beneath illusion.
"Be ready," he whispered softly. "I want one more time."
His voice was calm, yet somehow that only made Tamamo's body react more honestly than her thoughts.
Her eyes were half-lidded.
Her cheeks still carried warmth that refused to fade.
Even though the heat inside her had yet to settle, she still gave a small nod in response.
Like ice already aware it no longer had reason to resist the flame.
Unlike before, this time Kuro carefully guided the flow of foxfire along a path that had already been deliberately prepared.
As though he were finally returning the flame to the course it was always meant to follow.
Something more precise.
More natural.
Like a serpent finally finding the nest that had been waiting for it all along.
His movements began slowly.
Gentle.
Yet far more deliberate.
Like a serpent silently approaching its prey—not in haste, but with a certainty that made every passing second feel sharper.
Tamamo's body trembled faintly once more.
Her breathing, which had only just begun to steady, quickly lost rhythm again.
"AHH…!?"
Another soft sound slipped from her lips.
Then another.
Quiet.
Almost like a sigh she could no longer suppress.
The fitting room was once again filled with soft sounds blending into warm breaths.
Everything reflected clearly in the large mirror before them.
Tamamo's figure braced against it.
Kuro's reflection behind her.
And foxfire glowing ever brighter within the shrine maiden's eyes.
Tamamo closed her eyes.
"Dar…ling…" she murmured softly.
Her voice sounded weaker now, softer—like ice once again being forced to surrender beneath foxfire burning far too close.
Kuro smiled faintly at her reaction.
His movements remained steady.
Consistent.
Allowing the rhythm to continue naturally, like a serpent finally rediscovering the path back to its own nest.
A few moments passed.
Then Kuro's brows slowly furrowed.
His breathing shifted slightly, becoming heavier.
As though something within that flow was approaching its natural end.
His movements gradually slowed.
Not stopping—but becoming more deliberate, more focused, like a flame finally finding the exact source of heat it had been searching for all along.
Then, without much warning, Kuro leaned closer to the side of Tamamo's head.
Very close to the fox ear still hidden beneath a thin layer of illusion.
And at that moment, Tamamo's half-lidded eyes slowly rolled upward, while her tongue slipped out unconsciously.
A subtle tremor ran through her body.
"H-hngn... nahhh..."
A sound escaped her lips, longer and fuller than before, like breath being pushed out before she could stop it.
In the next instant, warmth surged once again.
Like serpent venom spreading through every foxfire pathway in her body, filling the inner vessel within her until it nearly overflowed.
The heat spread rapidly.
Making her entire body tremble lightly, like someone suddenly sinking into a warm spring after spending too long surrounded by snow.
Her thoughts felt empty.
Light.
As though every remaining trace of ice inside her had finally melted away completely.
Kuro remained silent.
Without saying anything, he once again wrapped his arms around Tamamo from behind.
Holding the fox shrine maiden steadily, allowing the lingering sensation to remain just a little longer.
Not rushing to let it fade.
Only preserving it there.
Like someone protecting the final ember from going out too soon.
Tamamo leaned fully against Kuro's body.
Her breathing was still uneven.
Her vision remained blurred by the lingering foxfire still glowing within her.
"…Mou…" she murmured softly, almost like a faint complaint.
And yet, she made no move to pull away.
Instead, she only sank deeper into his embrace.
Like ice finally finding the perfect place to melt.
Kuro let out a quiet chuckle.
"Are you upset?"
Tamamo lifted her face slightly, looking at Kuro's reflection through the large mirror before them, then slowly shook her head.
"No," she replied softly. "But, Darling…"
Her voice was still slightly husky, though noticeably steadier now.
"Can you let go of me for a moment?"
A faint smile curved along her lips.
"I want to give you a little bonus."
Kuro raised an eyebrow.
"A bonus?"
"I'm sure you'll like it."
Without asking further, Kuro released his embrace.
Tamamo slowly pulled away, though her body still swayed slightly—like a flame not yet fully steady after being touched by wind.
She turned and gracefully lowered herself in front of Kuro.
Meanwhile, Kuro casually leaned back against the nearby wall, watching her movements with faint curiosity.
Tamamo gave him a mischievous smile.
Then slowly moved closer, like a cunning serpent finally finding its favorite branch to coil around—not too tightly, but enough to thoroughly distract its prey.
Her movements were slow.
Smooth.
Almost like temperature gradually rising and falling, carrying warmth little by little toward its peak.
"Mhmm... haa... lick..."
Tamamo's soft breathing flowed quietly.
Warm.
Almost like a charm spell laced with gentle venom.
"Ugh…"
Kuro's brows furrowed faintly.
His body tensed slightly, while his breathing grew heavier.
His right hand slowly lifted, gently stroking Tamamo's head.
His fingers slid through her pink hair.
"You…" he murmured softly.
His voice sounded half amused, half impressed.
"…you're starting to understand exactly how to throw me off balance, aren't you?"
Tamamo let out a quiet chuckle.
"Mmm... slurp... Of course... hhh... nnn."
She lifted her gaze slightly, golden eyes meeting Kuro's with quiet satisfaction.
"I am... aah... your wife... haaa..."
Her smile widened faintly.
"If I don't study my own husband's weaknesses… lick... slurp... wouldn't that make me sound... haa... rather incompetent?"
Kuro fell silent for a moment.
Then laughed softly.
Tamamo was clearly far too confident now and strangely enough—he didn't mind at all.
Under the dim fitting room lights, that little foxfire began to burn once again.
This time, with Tamamo holding the torch.
Half a minute later, Tamamo sensed the subtle change she had secretly been waiting for.
Her eyes softened slightly.
A faint, satisfied smile appeared on her lips.
Slowly, she adjusted her own rhythm.
Like a serpent finally reaching the end of a branch, opening its path wider to receive what it had long been anticipating.
Her tongue was sticking out, right at the tip of the branch.
And in the next moment—that warmth arrived.
Strong.
Flowing like serpent venom finally finding the perfect route toward the center of its prey, spreading rapidly until it seemed to reach every nerve and corner of awareness.
Tamamo fell silent.
She did not resist.
Did not pull away.
She simply accepted it all with half-lidded eyes, like someone finally giving up against a warm current and allowing herself to drift.
The heat gradually filled her.
The foxfire within her flared brightly once more, burning away whatever traces of ice may have still remained.
As the flow finally subsided, Tamamo pushed forward slightly for a moment, as if unwilling to leave even a single drop behind.
When she was pulled back again, she slowly lifted her face.
"Glup... ahh...."
Her breathing was still slightly heavy.
Yet a clear sense of satisfaction lingered in her expression.
Her golden gaze returned to Kuro.
"What do you think, Darling?"
There was a small note of confidence in her voice, as if she already knew the answer, yet still wanted to hear it directly.
Kuro was silent for a moment.
Then let out a quiet laugh.
His right hand moved again, gently stroking Tamamo's head like a small reward.
"Dangerous," he answered simply.
Tamamo blinked softly.
"Dangerous?"
Kuro gave a faint smile.
"Mm."
He looked at Tamamo with an unreadable expression.
"If you keep improving this quickly…"
his fingers slid gently through her hair.
"…I might actually end up getting spoiled too much."
Tamamo let out a small laugh.
Her smile widened, clearly satisfied with that response.
"In that case," she said sweetly, "that means my bonus was a success."
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