"Alright," Tatsuki said. "Here's what I'm going to do: I'll use a hypnosis-like method to push you into your own core. Once you're in there, you only need to do one thing—either find the darkest, most 'sinful' impulse you believe you have, or find a wish or craving you've been holding onto. If it's something that formed because of me, even better."
Both women nodded. "Okay."
Tatsuki didn't drag it out. The golden Dominator's Eye opened, and the light in their eyes dimmed as their focus went slack—consciousness slipping inward like they were falling through warm water.
Watching two moms go under like that stirred up a whole library of questionable scenarios in Tatsuki's head… but he forced himself to stay on track. I'm a decent guy. I'm a decent guy.
Then he felt it—almost immediately.
"…Huh? That fast?"
Power surged. His black-and-gold wings spread with a heavy flare, and right after—Miyuki manifested with a black halo and black wings. Yua manifested with a white halo and white wings.
One fell into sin. One completed faith.
Tatsuki just stared. Not because the transformation was fast—though it was ridiculously fast—but because the source he sensed from both of them made his scalp go numb.
Their sin and their wish… were both about him.
"—Shit."
Miyuki's sin was Lust.
Yua's wish was a pure, aching hunger—a desperate craving that wasn't even trying to hide what it wanted.
And both were tied to him. To his presence. To his body.
Tatsuki's brain snapped into panic-mode replay. What did I do?
He'd met them, what—once each? He hadn't laid a finger on either of them.
At the Yukinoshita house, he'd gone to make things official. The most he'd done was scare Miyuki a bit and carry her back to her room when she lost control… so why would she end up with lust for him?
At the Yuigahama house, he'd helped cook, talked with Yui, and—sure—there'd been some intense couple stuff, but he hadn't done anything with Yua… so why would she be drowning in that kind of craving?
Lust and longing were only a hair apart—one tipped you into apostle, one lifted you into angel—but still.
What the hell…
…
The two women's eyes fluttered open.
They felt the change immediately—stronger bodies, lighter gravity in their bones, something other flowing under their skin—but they didn't have time to process it, because what they'd done in that inner world wasn't a quick little thought.
To Tatsuki, it had been minutes.
To them, it had been an eternity.
Their faces went hot. Their breathing turned uneven. They looked like they'd just sprinted a mile in a sealed room.
And then they both shot up at the same time.
"Tatsuki… I don't feel well. I'm going back."
"Tatsuki… I don't feel well. I'm going back."
They practically bolted, skirts swishing, footsteps messy and rushed, like they couldn't get away from him—or from their own embarrassment—fast enough.
Tatsuki was left alone, staring at the chairs like they'd suddenly become suspicious objects.
"…What the hell just happened?"
…
Across the hall, Yumiko had been peeking through her door crack like a gremlin with a gossip addiction.
She saw it: two moms—flushed, anxious, avoiding eye contact with the universe—rushing out of Tatsuki's room and retreating to their own rooms like they were escaping a crime scene.
Yumiko's mouth fell open.
"Don't tell me they actually—"
She hugged herself, heart hammering.
"No, no, no. That's impossible. That's Yukino's mom and Yui's mom. Tatsuki can't be that—"
Right then, Tatsuki's voice hit her inside her head, crisp and direct.
"Yumiko. Come to my room. I'm talking to you mind-to-mind."
Yumiko froze so hard her soul lagged.
He wants me to go over there… right after those two moms ran out?
Her mind instantly went filthy. And worse—she didn't just imagine it, she started weighing it like it was a real option.
Do I like Tatsuki? If I do… he's Yui's boyfriend. What does that make me?
But if those moms can do it… why am I hesitating?
Her brain was a mess.
Then his voice came again, impatient.
"Yumiko, did you not hear me? Get over here."
That was the push.
Yumiko straightened up, took one hard breath, and marched out like she'd already decided who she wanted to be.
…
Knock knock.
"Come in."
She entered with a calm face, closed the door carefully… and clicked the lock.
Tatsuki raised an eyebrow. "…Why are you locking my door?"
Yumiko turned—and immediately saw the black and white thigh-highs on the floor, glossy with a sticky, milky mess.
Her brain screamed. I KNEW IT!
So the moms really did—
"Yumiko," Tatsuki asked, "do you know why I called you here?"
Yumiko swallowed, forced her heartbeat down, and decided she wasn't going to be a coward about her own feelings.
"I do," she said, stepping closer. One step. Then another. She moved until she was right in front of him and sat down—too close, practically between his knees.
Tatsuki blinked, genuinely confused. "Uh…?"
He leaned forward to speak—and Yumiko grabbed his face and kissed him.
Deep.
Confident.
No hesitation, no testing the water—just lips on his, like she was proving something to herself.
Tatsuki's eyes widened. He'd just been ambushed!
He did not enjoy being the one getting forced into anything. His arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her in, turning the tables in one smooth motion. Yumiko shivered—and that little tremor was all the opening he needed.
The next few minutes were not a kiss so much as Tatsuki taking back control and making sure she understood exactly what she'd started.
When they finally broke apart, Yumiko was panting, cheeks blazing, eyes glossy with frustration.
"Hah… you're way too good at that!" she snapped, embarrassed and annoyed she'd lost the lead so fast.
Tatsuki let out a low chuckle, holding her snug against him. "Because I barely tried."
Yumiko immediately tried to shift her hips away from the very obvious problem she'd created… and Tatsuki immediately didn't let her. He held her tighter, tilted her chin up, and stared at her like she'd just walked into his room, lit a fire, and then asked why it was hot.
"What is this supposed to be?" he demanded.
Yumiko's eyes went wide. "What is this supposed to be? Shouldn't I be asking you that?!"
Tatsuki frowned. "Me?"
Yumiko misunderstood his confusion as him playing along—like he wanted this kind of roleplay—so she rolled her eyes, gave him a look that was half sultry and half accusing, and laid out her entire case like a prosecutor.
What she'd seen—two moms running out, flushed. The locked door vibe. The stockings on the floor. The timing. The obvious conclusion.
Then she confessed the part she'd tried to bury.
At first, she was just curious about him. Then she wanted to understand him. Then she started admiring him.
Somewhere along the line that admiration turned into a stupid, inconvenient kind of fondness. And because Yui was her friend, she fought it, hated herself for it, tried to talk herself out of it—until his mind-to-mind call hit right after what she'd seen, and her brain basically shouted: Fine. Decide. Stop lying.
So she decided. And she acted.
Because that's who Yumiko was when she stopped overthinking—bold, reckless, and honest to the point of self-destruction.
Tatsuki listened, face tightening… and when she finished, he sucked in a sharp breath—not because of her body pressed against his, but because her misunderstanding was so clean it was almost impressive.
A perfect storm of coincidence.
He rubbed his forehead, coughed once, and spoke carefully.
"Yumiko… the truth is, what you think happened… isn't what happened."
Then he explained the whole process—how he'd used the Dominator's Eye to push the two moms into their inner cores, how one awakened as a Redemption Angel and one fell as a Sin Apostle, and how the reason they ran out wasn't because anything happened in his room… but because what they experienced inside themselves was too intense and too humiliating to face him afterward.
By the time he finished, Yumiko was sitting in his arms like her soul had left for a smoke break.
"…So…" she croaked, dead-eyed, "…I just…"
Yes.
She just threw herself at him on a misunderstanding.
For free.
The only thing she'd guessed correctly… was what the milk on the stockings actually was.