Water splashed everywhere.
The girls had long since shed any bashfulness; they removed their clothes, revealing beautiful bodies that, while youthful, were full of adolescent vitality.
Moreover, perhaps because they had become Lv.2 Adventurers and their bodies had been sublimated by the Falna...
They all felt that their bodies had undergone some subtle changes.
Their bodies had become firmer, and their skin had become smoother.
"Whew— I'm alive again!"
Hanasaka Warabi was the first to jump into the water like a cannonball, creating a huge splash and letting out a groan of extreme comfort.
She submerged her entire body, leaving only her head and her bright yellow hair floating on the surface like a content otter.
Rin followed closely into the water. The moment she was enveloped by the hot water, her tense nerves instantly relaxed. Leaning against the pool wall, she closed her eyes and let out a long breath, her face full of enjoyment.
"This water temperature is so comfortable~!"
"I feel like all my fatigue has flown away."
"Yeah..."
The girls all voiced their agreement, enjoying this rare moment of tranquility.
"But speaking of which..."
"Where is Amou?"
"Why didn't she come?"
Kikakujuo Mary looked around, but Kirukiru Amou was nowhere to be seen.
As soon as these words were spoken...
The originally noisy pool fell silent for a moment.
The girls also realized it.
That's right.
It seemed they hadn't seen Kirukiru Amou's figure.
Even during dinner just now, that girl had just eaten silently and then disappeared.
"Could that girl be pestering the Lord God to accompany her in training again?"
Hanasaka Warabi splashed water on herself while guessing.
"She's already Lv.2, and she even reset all her stats to start over. Why is she trying so hard?"
"I don't know..."
Rin shook her head.
"Maybe she went back to her room to rest?"
"After all, that person is always weird."
"But forget it, let's just ignore her!"
"Her way of thinking is just different from ours!"
"Come on, come on! Let's play a water splashing game!"
"Take this!"
With that said,
Hanasaka Warabi cupped her hands and threw a large splash of water directly at Rin.
"Whoa! Hanasaka Warabi, you sneak attacked me!"
"Look out for the water!"
In the bathing pool,
the women started frolicking.
Only Inaba Tsukuyo, with her eyes closed, vaguely noticed something and looked up at the ceiling.
...
Because at this moment,
on the second floor of the mansion,
in the study,
unlike the cheerful laughter from the large bath downstairs,
it was excessively quiet here.
Heimer was sitting in the armchair in the study, holding a thick copy of "The Argonautica," quietly turning the pages under the soft light of the magic stone lamp.
However,
Heimer seemed unable to continue reading tonight.
...
"Creeeeak—"
The study door was pushed open a crack from the outside.
A figure walked in,
and after entering, gently locked the door from the inside.
"Click."
Heimer looked up,
at the person who had entered.
It was Kirukiru Amou.
Although he had expected it, the scene before him still made Heimer raise an eyebrow slightly.
Because Kirukiru Amou was only wearing an extremely large white shirt.
The oversized men's shirt hung loosely on her tall figure, the hem barely covering the base of her thighs.
As she moved, those two long, straight, beautiful legs were faintly visible, her skin emitting a fair luster under the light.
The collar was slightly open,
revealing delicate collarbones, and that dizzying expanse of snow-white skin.
She stepped barefoot onto the study carpet.
One step.
Two steps.
"What is it?"
"Was the bath downstairs too crowded?"
"Or perhaps..."
Heimer tilted his head slightly, his gaze slowly moving up from Kirukiru Amou's bare feet on the carpet.
Gliding past her firm calves, her long thighs, and finally lingering at the neckline that appeared exceptionally empty due to the shirt being too large.
There,
with her breathing,
that expanse of white skin was gently rising and falling.
"Does it suit me?"
Kirukiru Amou walked up to Heimer.
She stopped her steps,
looking down at the man whose imposing aura was not diminished in the slightest, even while seated.
Then,
she suddenly bent over,
placing both hands on the armrests beside Heimer, encircling his entire body within the chair.
That stunningly beautiful face, tinged with a trace of sickly flush, instantly drew near.
"This is your clothing."
Kirukiru Amou's voice was somewhat low.
"It's covered in..."
"Your scent."
Kirukiru Amou took a deep breath in front of Heimer.
"This feeling..."
Kirukiru Amou slightly narrowed her eyes; in those phoenix eyes that always carried arrogance, a trace of hazy intoxication was now revealed.
"It's like being completely enveloped by you."
"It makes me..."
"Unable to resist wanting to tear you apart and devour you."
Saying this,
Zanzan suddenly extended the tip of her tongue and lightly licked her somewhat dry lips.
Her lips instantly became rosy and alluring, glistening with moisture.
"Heh."
Faced with such a direct statement,
Heimer, with keen interest, reached out and gently picked up a damp strand of Kirukiru Amou's hair that was hanging near her chest, winding it around his fingertip.
"I didn't see you downstairs earlier; I thought you were tired and had gone to rest early."
"Tired?"
Kirukiru Amou reacted as if she had heard a joke.
She suddenly released one hand that was resting on the armrest, turning instead to grip Heimer's hand that was playing with her hair.
Then,
leading that hand,
she slowly moved it downward,
passing through the wide opening of the shirt,
and pressed it directly against her heart.
"Thump—Thump—Thump—"
Beneath her palm,
that heart was beating.
Every single pulse was strong and vigorous,
accompanied by an astonishing heat transmitted through the thin skin.
Exceptionally scalding.
"Do you feel it, God?"
Kirukiru Amou stared fixedly into Heimer's eyes; the long-suppressed madness in her gaze finally began to break the dam.
"It won't stop."
"Since last night... ever since that power surged into my body..."
"It's been beating like this."
"Every beat screams that it's not enough."
"Even if I train my body until it's ruined, even if I've become stronger now..."
"That sense of emptiness..."
Kirukiru Amou suddenly gripped Heimer's hand tightly, her fingernails even digging deeply into the back of his hand.
As if trying to crush this hand, and even this person, into her own body.
"That feeling of emptiness—that I've clearly become stronger, yet I still feel so far away from you..."
"...has only grown stronger."
"Oh God."
Kirukiru Amou's voice carried a slight tremor, unsure if it was from excitement or from an ineffable sense of grievance.
"Do you know?"
"You ruined me."
"The old me was fine just controlling everything with power."
"Whether it was enemies or those so-called strong individuals."
"As long as I defeated them, as long as I stomped them under my feet, I could find satisfaction, I could feel my own existence."
"But now..."
Kirukiru Amou leaned slightly forward,
her entire body almost straddling Heimer's thigh.
Those long thighs pressed against Heimer's thighs without any barrier.
"In front of you..."
"The strength I once prided myself on is utterly insignificant."
"Because I know..."
"No matter how strong I become, no matter how hard I try..."
"I cannot defeat you."
At this moment.
This overbearing Empress who once stood at the pinnacle of Aichi Coexistence Private Academy.
At this moment, she was like a child fallen into paranoia because she couldn't get her favorite toy.
"So..."
"Since I cannot dominate you in terms of strength."
"Since I have become part of your Familia, your possession..."
"Then at least..."
Kirukiru Amou drew closer once more.
Their noses were almost touching.
Their breaths intertwined.
Drifting straight into Heimer's nostrils.
"Let me be..."
"The first person to possess you."
"Even if it's just your body."
"Even if it's just for a moment."
"I want your body to..."
"Be stained with my scent."
"Even if you are a god..."
"Tonight, you can only belong to me alone."
Having said that.
Kirukiru gave Heimer no chance to refuse or even speak.
Her free hand reached out and yanked Heimer's collar.
And then.
Without any hesitation.
She pressed forward.
"Mmph..."
Amou had no technique to speak of.
It was a purely beast-like gnawing.
As if she wanted to use this method.
To pull the high-and-mighty god before her from the clouds down into the Mortal Realm.
To pull him into the quagmire of her body.
Heimer did not push her away.
Of course.
Nor did he passively endure it like a block of wood.
As a god.
He had enough tolerance to accept everything from his followers—even if this method of acceptance was somewhat unconventional.
Besides, wasn't this one of the reasons he had chosen Kirukiru Amou in the first place?
And so.
Heimer's hand, which had been pinned against Kirukiru Amou's heart, moved slightly.
He broke free from the restraint with a flick of his wrist.
Then.
He slid it slowly down her delicate, burning skin.
Passing over her slender waist.
Finally.
He gently gripped Amou's firm and elastic lower back, hidden beneath the hem of her shirt.
Applying a bit of pressure.
He pulled her even closer into his embrace.
"Ngh!"
This sudden movement caused Kirukiru Amou's body, which was in the middle of a frantic assault, to tremble violently.
An irrepressible groan escaped from between her lips.
At that same moment, her eyes gradually became more blurred with lust.
After a long while.
By the time Kirukiru Amou felt the air in her lungs had been squeezed dry and her vision began to darken, leaving only a stubborn streak of defiance.
Only then did Heimer lean back slightly, ending it.
Their lips parted.
A silver thread.
Glistened with a decadent luster under the light.
"Ha... ha..."
Amou panted heavily.
Those blurred eyes were already misty with moisture.
Her originally fair skin was now covered in an enticing layer of pink.
She leaned weakly against Heimer's shoulder.
Her whole body was like melted water, incredibly soft.
Where was there even a trace of her usual overbearing Empress persona?
Heimer, particularly considerate, gently wiped away the trace of glistening moisture from the corner of her mouth.
"Possess me?"
"Words like that..."
"In the long ages of the Celestial Realm."
"Quite a few gods have said them to me."
Heimer wrapped his arm around Kirukiru Amou's waist, looking thoughtful.
"But unfortunately."
"So far."
"No god has ever truly succeeded."
"Don't compare me to others, God!"
"I'm not anyone's substitute!"
"And God..."
"Right now."
"The one in your arms."
"Is me!"
A spark of irritation flashed through Kirukiru Amou's moist eyes.
Even at a time like this.
Her possessiveness was still terrifyingly strong.
"Heh."
To this, Heimer only shook his head slightly with a helpless smile.
His fingers deliberately slid slowly along her back.
The resulting shiver made Amou unable to resist arching her body and letting out a comfortable sigh.
"Indeed, none of that matters anymore."
With that.
Heimer's hand stopped at the small of Amou's back and pressed gently.
"Ngh—!"
Amou let out another short cry of surprise, her body instantly going limp as she collapsed back into Heimer's embrace.
"What matters is your current body..."
Heimer leaned in and whispered into Amou's ear.
"Although you've reached Lv.2 and are indeed much stronger than before."
"But..."
"To endure the Grace of a god..."
"Even if I suppress it as much as possible."
"Are you sure..."
"You're truly prepared to be broken apart?"
Heimer wasn't being alarmist.
After all.
His original plan was to wait until their levels reached Lv.3 before considering such things.
However.
Hearing this.
The haze in Amou's eyes vanished instantly.
Replaced by.
"Then... break me."
Kirukiru Amou reached out and tightly hugged Heimer's neck.
She whispered in his ear, her voice filled with reckless madness.
"As long as it's God..."
"Even if I die in God's arms..."
"I am more than willing."
"And..."
"If it's God..."
"It will surely..."
"Be very pleasurable, right?"
"..."
Heimer fell silent for a moment.
At this moment, there seemed to be no need to maintain his divine reserve any longer.
"Since you're so insistent..."
"Then..."
"Let's try it then."
Heimer said.
His fingers tightened slightly.
He stood up from the chair, directly holding Amou in his arms.
"!"
With that movement,
Kirukiru Amou's oversized shirt slipped directly below her shoulders.
Revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin.
Heimer carried her toward the mahogany desk in the study.
With a casual sweep of his hand,
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