That sound was too close.
It even gave Inaba Tsukuyo an illusion.
As if the person currently being treated so roughly upstairs, being posed in all sorts of shameful positions... wasn't Kirukiru Amou.
It was just like herself!
"Boom—" Thinking of this, in that instant, Inaba Tsukuyo felt the blood from her entire body rush to her face.
That vivid image was stuck in her mind, refusing to fade.
"Mmm..." Beneath the water, Inaba Tsukuyo's body curled into a ball, shivering in the hot water.
She hadn't expected it.
The ordinarily gentle God... actually had such a wild, perhaps even frightening, side?
But... why did she feel like a little ant was crawling in her heart whenever she thought of that side of him?
...
And so.
The next day.
Early morning.
As the first ray of dawn pierced through the gap in the heavy curtains, casting a sliver of light into the room, Heimer slowly opened his eyes on the large master bed.
A God's constitution allowed him to remain clear-headed at all times.
However, the air lingering in the room served as a reminder of the intensity of last night's battle.
Heimer turned his head to see the young girl beside him, fast asleep.
Kirukiru Amou was covered by a thin velvet blanket, hiding most of her beautiful body.
However, even in her sleep, a trace of deep exhaustion remained between Kirukiru Amou's brows.
There were still undried tear stains at the corners of her eyes.
Her originally smooth, jet-black hair was now messily scattered across the pillow and sheets, with a few strands clinging to her flushed cheeks.
The exposed, rounded, fair shoulder was covered in red marks of various sizes, like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow, a shocking sight.
To avoid disturbing her, Heimer sat up gently and picked up a piece of parchment from the bedside table.
It was the status he had updated during a break last night.
—— [Kirukiru Amou] [Lv.2] [Strength]:I0 → I143. [Endurance]:I0 → I167. [dexterity]:I0 → I152. [agility]:I0 → I138. [Magic]:I0. ——
Looking at these stat increases, Heimer couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
After all, for an ordinary Adventurer, even after leveling up and fighting properly in the Dungeon for a whole day, their stats might only increase by single digits.
But this? Just one night.
And that was even with him deliberately restraining himself out of consideration for her body.
How could such data be generated?
Heimer was lost in thought.
"It seems that last night's events were also judged as a'struggle' by Kirukiru Amou's skill, 'Delusion of Struggle'?"
If that was true, then the judgment mechanism of Kirukiru Amou's skill, 'Delusion of Struggle', could be considered quite outrageous.
It was likely far more exaggerated than he had initially anticipated.
So-called struggle was not just about clashing swords.
Any form of behavior that attempted to overwhelm the other party, to conquer them in both physical strength and will, seemed to be greedily absorbed by this skill and transformed into fuel for her growth.
"What a... natural-born freak."
Thinking of this, Heimer sighed softly, folded the parchment, and placed it on the bedside table.
At this moment.
"Mmm..." A soft moan came from beside him.
Heimer turned his head. He saw that, as her consciousness gradually returned.
Kirukiru Amou, lying on the pillow, fluttered her long eyelashes a few times before slowly opening her eyes.
Her eyes were unusually misted over, revealing the haziness of just waking up.
She was like a feline that had retracted its claws.
Kirukiru Amou instinctively tried to prop up her body.
However.
Hiss... Pain. Soreness.
Kirukiru Amou gasped, and her brows immediately furrowed slightly.
If it weren't for her Lv.2 physical constitution, combined with the strengthening effect of her development ability, 'Sturdy Body'.
She would likely have been literally torn apart last night.
"Awake?"
Watching Kirukiru Amou's grimacing expression after waking up, Heimer couldn't help but smile.
He reached out and gently brushed the strands of hair clinging to her cheek with the back of his finger.
He gently swept a few strands of hair, dampened by sweat, away from her cheek with the back of his hand and tucked them behind her ear.
"How do you feel?"
"Are you alive?"
Hearing this greeting, which was clearly laced with teasing.
Kirukiru Amou glared fiercely at Heimer, as if her tail had been stepped on.
But this glare, combined with her messy hair and reddened eyes, lacked any of its usual lethality; instead, it exuded a captivating, coy allure.
"..." She gritted her teeth, braced herself on the armrest with her elbows, and struggled to prop up her upper body.
With just this movement, the thin blanket slid down, revealing even more blood-pumping scenery.
However, Kirukiru Amou's sense of shame had long since been cast to the nine heavens in front of Heimer.
She reached out without a care, grabbing the hand Heimer had just been using to stroke her cheek.
Then, she lowered her head and bit down without hesitation.
"Is this how you want to leave your mark on me?"
Heimer sighed helplessly and let Kirukiru Amou do as she pleased, while using his other hand to pull the blanket over and tuck it in, covering the glimpse of spring that had leaked out.
"How is it?"
"Although I really want to ask if you slept well."
"But looking at you..."
"You must be exhausted, right?"
"It's not 'exhausted'; it's a feeling I've never experienced before."
Kirukiru Amou let go, looked at the shallow tooth marks on his hand, and said through gritted teeth, full of resentment.
In the short time her body had left the bed, it felt as if she had been tossed into a washing machine and churned all night.
Especially in her waist and inner thighs.
That feeling of soreness and weakness made her wonder if these legs were even still attached to her body.
In contrast, Heimer was radiant. His whole being exuded an extremely vigorous vitality.
Not to mention exhaustion, one couldn't even see a hint of weariness.
It was as if the man from last night, who had tormented her until she fainted several times and was insatiable like a bottomless pit, wasn't him at all.
Looking at herself, Kirukiru Amou lowered her head to glance at her arms exposed outside the blanket.
They were covered in black and blue bruises, all traces left after the madness.
The stark contrast caused the competitive spirit in her heart, which had just subsided, to emerge again, somewhat unwillingly.
This made her unable to help but bite her slightly swollen lips.
She asked, sounding very unconvinced: "God..." "Don't you..." "Aren't you tired at all?"
Isn't there a saying—that there are only tired oxen, not broken fields? How did it end up being the opposite here?
"Tired?"
"Kirukiru, you cannot judge a god by human common sense."
Heimer extended a finger and gently tapped Kirukiru Amou's forehead.
"And don't even try to challenge my authority in the realm of stamina."
"I am a god."
"The weight of those three words isn't just reflected in the ability to bestow you with Falna."
"Even in the Celestial Realm where gods gather, there is no god who dares to challenge me in this regard."
"Or rather, there are no gods left who would challenge me."
"But that doesn't matter anymore."
"What you felt was even the result of me exercising extreme restraint and holding back as much as I could."
"Otherwise, do you really think that if you had truly endured the fully unleashed passion of a god, you would still be able to lie here, whole, and talk to me?"
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