Chapter 102: How About You Give Yourself to Me?
"The fireworks show is about to start. Let's find a spot to watch."
All three of them heard the steady drumbeats signaling the beginning. Crowds were already gathering in anticipation. But Takumi frowned at the growing throng.
"It's not far to the top of the autumn mountain. How about we watch from up there instead?"
"That sounds nice, but… will we make it in time?"
Keni knew the fireworks would launch just minutes after the drums started. Reaching the mountain summit in time seemed impossible. Takumi only smiled, then suddenly scooped her up in a princess carry. She let out a surprised yelp as blue ki ripples shimmered under his feet. Like a flea on steroids he bounded forward in massive leaps, carrying her swiftly through the night.
The wind howled past. Keni squeezed her eyes shut and clung tightly to the front of his shirt, nestling against his chest. She remembered the night they first met—he'd carried her like this too, under moonlight and autumn breezes. It felt like a dream. Maybe… maybe that was the moment she first fell for him.
Five minutes later Takumi stood on a high cliff overlooking the valley. He gently set Keni down. The mountain wind tangled their hair together. A short while later a rushing sound approached—Miu landed lightly beside them.
"Yukata really slows me down. So inconvenient."
Takumi reached over and smoothed her wind-tossed hair.
"Good thing you didn't wear geta sandals. You wouldn't have been able to use any lightness skill at all."
"It's starting!"
Keni pointed. The three fell silent, gazing into the distance. Soon the sky exploded in brilliant blooms of color—fireworks lighting up the night one after another, then fading just as quickly.
"So beautiful…"
"Yeah. Too bad we don't have a camera. Should've borrowed one from Ma-sensei to capture the moment."
"Mm…"
Both girls sighed with a touch of regret. Beautiful things always ended too soon. After twenty minutes the finale arrived—a massive closing burst that left them mesmerized in the afterglow.
That was when Takumi pulled out a small harmonica he'd bought earlier on the street. He began to play "Kaze o Matta Hi"—softly, tenderly. The melody carried the lonely chill of fading fireworks and the gentle sweep of the mountain breeze. Even without any magical enhancement, the tune poured out flawlessly. Both girls stared in surprise—they had no idea he could play like this.
"It's so pretty… I never knew Kouichi-kun could play harmonica."
"What's the song called?"
"'The Day I Waited for the Wind.' Do you like it?"
"Like it?!"
The two girls answered in perfect unison, each slipping an arm around one of his and holding tight. This man was full of surprising secrets—mysterious, captivating.
Keni leaned into his left side.
"Kouichi-kun… play another one?"
How could he refuse a beauty's request? He switched to a lighter, upbeat piece. Not as poignant as the first, but beautifully rhythmic. When it ended, he spoke.
"Alright. Time to give you the gifts I prepared."
"Gifts?"
They'd already bought plenty at the stalls, so what else could he have? Takumi drew a short tantō from his side—the one Shigure had lent him that night on the mountain to chop firewood, later given to him as a keepsake. He'd kept it close as a token of affection. Seeing it reminded him: he wanted to give each woman he loved something truly unique.
With a flash of the blade he sliced a round section from a nearby tree trunk, then carved at blinding speed. Moments later a palm-sized figure emerged—vividly lifelike, every muscle rendered with startling realism, the eyes seeming almost alive.
"What do you think? Not bad craftsmanship, right? I carved these myself. Like them?"
Both girls were stunned speechless—far more amazed than by the music. The figure was unmistakably Takumi himself, down to the tiniest detail… including the very naked, very anatomically correct everything below the waist.
Miu's face went scarlet. She snatched the carving, clamped both hands around it, and crushed. The "little Takumi" disintegrated into wood dust.
Takumi clutched his face dramatically.
"That's brutal! You just murdered your husband!"
"Argh! You perverted ero-creep! You were going to give us something this obscene as a present?!"
"Where's it obscene? It's clearly super handsome."
"You're beyond saving. Body and soul completely rotten."
After the bickering died down, Takumi got serious. He began proper woodcarvings for each of them. The girls, thoroughly impressed by his skill, cooperated fully and posed exactly as instructed.
"Keni, smile more naturally. Pull the hem of your yukata up on one side."
"Like this?"
Keni shyly lifted the fabric, revealing slender snow-white thighs. Takumi nodded.
"Good. Higher. Higher still. And Miu, pull your collar down a bit."
"Down your big head! Why don't you just have us strip completely?!"
"That wouldn't be pure at all."
"We're leaving, Keni. If we stay any longer our chastity's in serious danger."
"Wait wait, I was kidding!"
Half an hour later both girls happily clutched their finished carvings. Takumi had captured their essence perfectly—spirit, aura, everything. With a bit of paint they'd be perfect miniature versions of themselves.
A man with one exceptional talent—whether artistic or athletic—could easily win a woman's heart. The "carving" skill Takumi learned from Akisame-sensei, boosted a few points of mana from master to grandmaster level, could shake the art world in 2D or 3D if he wanted. He could rival Michelangelo reborn. But he only used it to please the women he loved. Only they would ever receive one of his carvings.
"Do you like them?"
"Mm. I love it."
"So… what are you giving me in return? How about offering yourselves to me?"
Takumi made a lewd gesture, tracing outlines in the air over their chests. He braced for Keni to duck her head in embarrassment and Miu to explode with punches—he was already ready to dodge.
Instead the two girls exchanged a glance… then each took one of his hands and guided it through the gap in their yukata, pressing his palms directly against soft, warm skin.
Different sizes, different shapes—but both so smooth, so exquisitely fine. Takumi's nerves lit up like fireworks. He couldn't help gently squeezing.
"Mmm…?"
Twin soft moans escaped. Both girls went weak in the knees and melted against him. What started as a joke had turned into unimaginable reward. Takumi couldn't hold back anymore. One hand stayed kneading Miu's full breasts while the other lifted Keni, lips finding her neck, trailing downward. Teeth caught the yukata collar and tugged it aside.
No bra under yukata—perfect. Two small doves fell straight into the wolf's mouth. He savored them slowly.
"Nn… no… Kouichi-kun…"
Her mouth protested, but her arms wrapped around his head, pretty face flushed with dazed pleasure. Her unusually sensitive body and untouched innocence made every touch electric—she was already teetering on the edge, mind blanking out.
After thoroughly spoiling the smaller pair, Takumi switched to Miu. The big white rabbits soon bore faint strawberry marks and traces of saliva.
Just as the three of them lost themselves completely—almost ready to go all the way right there on the mountain—a sharp, icy snort pierced Takumi's ears. His brain jolted. Hot blood surged upward instead of down. With a classic anime nosebleed gush, crimson sprayed out—splattering across Miu's pale chest and staining her yukata red.
Amid the girls' panicked cries, Takumi fainted dead away.
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