Tsukiyomi Fuya could hardly be some great villain muscling in on the little cat's ecological niche.
The relationship between her and Su Yuzu was far, far more subtle than a simple matter of owner and pet.
Even if she really had signed something like a "cat betrothal letter" with Su Yuzu, that was nothing more than a bit of flirtation between the two of them.
Probably.
Blinking slowly, feeling the nib of the girl's pen against her lower belly, Tsukiyomi Fuya tried to make out exactly what the girl was writing.
But... the woman's figure was simply a little too well-endowed.
Su Yuzu had already propped up Tsukiyomi Fuya's waist with a pillow, yet even so, Tsukiyomi Fuya could barely catch a glimpse of the tip of the quill in the girl's hand.
She had to press down harder with her left hand.
And then arch her waist up just a fraction more.
Watching Tsukiyomi Fuya make those minute adjustments to her posture, Su Yuzu nearly clapped a hand over her own nose on reflex.
"So..."
"May I?" Su Yuzu asked, ever so carefully.
Tsukiyomi Fuya shot her a helpless sidelong look.
The woman's eyes glimmered as they moved, brimming with allure.
So... tempting.
Tsukiyomi Fuya was the kind of woman who carried that charm naturally, though she herself seemed entirely unaware of it.
"Didn't Little Yuzu say..."
"That Little Yuzu... has only ever seen the format of a 'cat betrothal letter'?"
"Eh?" Su Yuzu looked at the woman before her, so flustered that even her shoulders seemed to tremble.
Tsukiyomi Fuya assumed Yuzu hadn't understood her meaning.
"I mean... you... you may," Tsukiyomi Fuya said, biting her lip lightly, feeling as though the heat were about to reach the tips of her ears.
And of all times, right now she had no room to struggle at all.
Her left hand was busy keeping herself covered.
Her right hand... her right hand might as well have been crippled.
As a researcher with a broad interest in all sorts of things and cultures, Tsukiyomi Fuya had seen the form of a "cat betrothal letter" before.
Just thinking about the girl lifting a pen and writing words like that across her body to take her into service...
Bringing her home the way one brings home a kitten...
For some reason, a set of rather delicate images suddenly surfaced in Tsukiyomi Fuya's mind.
Midnight, an empty alley with no one around.
Herself, dressed up as a cat girl, and... Little Yuzu, holding the leash.
She was so flustered her shoulders shook.
Su Yuzu watched a pretty, pale pink peach hue rise across Tsukiyomi Fuya's shoulders, while the woman's face went so red with Shame that it looked ready to bleed color.
Su Yuzu felt a little awkward too.
But there was nothing she could do about it.
In truth, Su Yuzu had lied.
Besides the "cat betrothal letter," she had in fact seen a few other kinds of contract texts.
For instance... the enslavement contracts from the far less wholesome eroge next door.
But how could she dare, how could she bear, to write that sort of text across Tsukiyomi-senpai's body?
Even if that sort of text seemed to fit the true intent of the [War Maiden's Contract] far better.
Among all the contract texts Su Yuzu could recall, the "cat betrothal letter" was already the most respectable one.
But... using a contract like that to bind Tsukiyomi-senpai did seem a bit unfair to her.
"A-Anyway—"
"Hurry up and start."
"If they decide Little Yuzu has been in here too long and barge in and see Little Yuzu doing this... doing this, this, this on top of me, that would be bad."
Tsukiyomi Fuya's voice sounded uncharacteristically fragile and panicked.
Su Yuzu looked into those beautiful crimson eyes and gave a small nod.
She lifted the quill and began to write the letter.
"Guh!!!" The instant the girl's pen touched down, Tsukiyomi Fuya's pale violet eyes flew wide open.
Her waist, already propped up by the pillow so the girl could write, arched sharply, drawn so taut it seemed on the verge of cramping. Yet her body was held firmly in the girl's control.
Her eyes stared blankly at the ceiling.
To Tsukiyomi Fuya it felt as though the girl's pen were writing directly on her tailbone. That Twisted, uncanny sensation... it wasn't quite the same as when the girl had crunched down on her Catastrophe Crystals, and yet the two shared a certain unmistakable kinship.
She could feel every stroke of the nib with perfect clarity.
She could see the pale blue text taking shape in her field of vision.
It was the time and place where she and Little Yuzu had met.
It was her image and her character... as they existed in Little Yuzu's heart.
[A gentle big Sister who makes people feel safe?]
All at once, Tsukiyomi Fuya felt that her own dreadful predicament hardly mattered anymore.
[Like... moonlight in a sky brilliant with stars?]
She was the one being taken advantage of, and yet a strange illusion took hold of her, as though she were the guilty party.
That was right—
She was the one who had seduced Little Yuzu.
Tsukiyomi Fuya watched the girl work in earnest to draw her likeness.
Under the urging of the [War Maiden's Contract], Su Yuzu's artistic skill was passable enough.
Tsukiyomi Fuya saw a figure of imposing grace, one who seemed to hold the stars in her hand and look down upon the sun and moon.
In Little Yuzu's heart... was she really this magnificent?
She was being teased to pieces, and still a nameless satisfaction welled up inside Tsukiyomi Fuya.
She didn't even notice when Su Yuzu finished the drawing.
[Ding—]
[Congratulations, you have forcibly contracted the Operator, Tsukiyomi Fuya.]
"All done~" Su Yuzu said, carefully trying to tug the roughly torn dress back into place.
But... under the girl's stroke-by-stroke contract, Tsukiyomi Fuya's mind had drifted so far that she had lost all awareness. She had no idea when it had ended.
[Operator: Tsukiyomi Fuya]
[★★★★☆★]
[Level.60 - Celestial Body Simulation Esper.]
[Talent - Co-Sovereign of the Stars]
[Talent - Alluring Bowstring]
[Inherent Ability:
[Inherent Ability: Fuya's Hand]
[A genius professor of Imperial Capital University, one of the peak powerhouses of the human camp.]
[A patient and gentle romantic. Because of her picky standards in a partner, she has remained single. But now... it seems she has found her "prey."]
[Initial Favorability: 61 (Obedience).]
Apart from Soga Yura, this was probably the highest initial Favorability among all the girls Su Yuzu had contracted.
Tsukiyomi Fuya was still staring bashfully at the contract text slowly fading from her lower belly.
"So... that's the end of it, right?" Tsukiyomi Fuya's voice came out with a tremor in it.
"How could it be—" Su Yuzu's words made every nerve in Tsukiyomi Fuya's body snap tight.
"That was only the preparation~~~"
With practiced ease, she swiped open the [Operator Development] list and found the Q-version chibi of Tsukiyomi Fuya lying on the hospital bed.
The bashful little Tsukiyomi Fuya chibi clung desperately to Su Yuzu's fingertip, as if trying, helplessly, to stop her.
Su Yuzu looked over the "Intermediate Combat Records" and "Advanced Combat Records" in the [Development] menu, made a show of hesitating, then decisively tapped the pale pink envelope she had just obtained.
Tsukiyomi-senpai was a super powerhouse on the verge of ascending to the Sixth Sequence. How could she possibly be laid low by mere Combat Records meant for a Third Sequence Esper!?
"Nn..." Tsukiyomi Fuya's injured right hand seemed on the verge of lifting.
Little hearts looked ready to bloom in those dazed, pale violet eyes.
My, my, my———
Su Yuzu covered her mouth, snickering.
Senpai... looks like she's about to break.
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