Kuro let out a quiet sigh.
At least he had given a warning.
Without another word, he opened the door and stepped inside.
They walked toward the living room.
There, Yuki was still awake.
The little girl sat curled up on the sofa, her small body wrapped in a blanket.
"Yuki…" Kuro called gently.
Yuki turned to look at him.
In silence.
"It's already late," Kuro continued. "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
Yuki didn't answer immediately.
She just stared at Kuro.
He paused for a moment, then thought aloud.
"Hmm… did you have a nightmare?"
Yuki nodded softly.
Then—her gaze shifted toward Kama.
She tilted her head slightly, observing the unfamiliar figure carefully.
"This is Kama," Kuro said. "Yuki, Kama… introduce yourselves to each other."
"So you can get along."
A moment of silence followed.
Yuki gripped the skirt of her outfit a little tighter.
Her gaze remained cautious.
"…Yuki," she said softly.
Her voice was quiet.
"…Yuki Tokitou."
She bowed her head slightly afterward, as if not used to speaking more than that.
Kama observed her.
Her eyes were gentle… yet still deep.
She then bowed slightly.
"Nice to meet you, Yuki."
Her voice was soft.
Different from before.
Warmer… somehow.
"My name is Kama."
She gave a faint smile.
"…I'm Kuro's girlfriend."
The sentence was spoken casually.
Yet her gaze flicked toward Kuro for a moment, as if testing something.
Yuki fell silent.
Her eyes widened slightly.
She looked at Kuro.
Then back at Kama.
Several seconds passed.
"…Girlfriend…?" she repeated softly.
Her tone was full of confusion.
But there was no rejection.
Only a sense of unfamiliarity… and a hint of curiosity beginning to emerge.
"Simply put," Kuro replied flatly, "a girlfriend is… someone who will live together with you."
Yuki remained quiet, slowly processing his words.
"…Live… together?" she repeated softly.
Her gaze shifted to Kama, then back to Kuro in an awkward silence.
"…So that means…" she said hesitantly. "…a wife?"
Kuro did not answer immediately.
Yuki continued innocently, without any pretense.
"…So… Nee-san… will be Uncle's wife?"
She looked at Kama again, this time longer, as if trying to make sure.
"…Aunt… Kama?"
Silence fell over the room once more.
Kuro raised a hand, gently rubbing his temples.
"…Don't jump too far ahead," he said flatly. "It's not that far yet."
Yet his tone wasn't entirely rejecting—more like someone too lazy to straighten everything out.
On the other hand, Kama fell silent for a moment.
A faint smile slowly curved on her lips.
"Aunt… huh."
She repeated it softly, as if savoring the word.
Her gaze returned to Yuki.
"…If that makes it easier for you to understand, it's fine."
Then she glanced at Kuro, her eyes narrowing slightly with hidden meaning.
"After all…"
Her tone was light, almost teasing.
"…I don't mind that role."
Kuro looked at her flatly.
"…You're quick to accept your position."
Kama just smiled faintly.
"…Wasn't it Master-san who started it?"
Yuki looked back and forth between them.
Though traces of fear still lingered, something new gradually emerged—warm, faint, yet real.
Without another word, Kuro stepped forward and lifted Yuki into his arms.
"Wah…!"
Yuki was startled, her face flushing slightly.
"We should go to sleep," Kuro said more gently than usual. "It's late. It's not good for children to stay up too late. If you have a nightmare, we'll sleep together."
He glanced toward Kama, who was standing not far away.
"And you—just use my room."
Kama raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Fufu… Master-san is really considerate."
She turned, following their steps without protest.
"Alright. I'll accept that."
The three of them walked together in the silence of the night toward their respective rooms—with the atmosphere now feeling a little warmer than before.
***
The morning sunlight slowly filtered through the window of the Tokitou family residence—specifically, Yuki's room.
On the medium-sized bed, Kuro was sound asleep under the blanket, with Yuki beside him.
Yuki's soft, steady breathing could be heard. For the first time in a long while, she was able to sleep peacefully without being disturbed by nightmares.
Kuro was the same.
Especially after spending the whole night soothing Yuki—telling simple stories, playing word games, and singing soft lullabies until the little girl finally fell asleep.
Yet, amid this calm, something stirred beneath the blanket.
A small movement… enough to rouse his awareness.
Kuro's brows furrowed slightly.
A few seconds later, his eyes slowly opened—his mind immediately sharpening.
Carefully, he pulled back the blanket, making sure Yuki remained asleep.
"…Kama!?" he whispered, voice a mixture of shock and restraint.
The blanket shifted just enough to reveal a tiny silver-haired figure, completely nude, who clearly shouldn't have been there.
Kuro immediately tried to push the body away.
But his movement halted midway.
"…What are you—ugh!?"
His sentence was cut short.
Not because he'd forgotten his words.
But because the sensation came too suddenly, too intensely—like a warm current surging from a place that shouldn't be touched in a situation like this.
His body stiffened.
His breath caught in his throat.
Kama didn't answer.
But from beneath the blanket, there was a subtle movement—rhythmic, calm, as if she were fully aware of what she was doing… and its effect.
Kuro's gaze shifted instantly.
From shock—to alertness.
"…Kama," he whispered again, this time lower, heavier, "stop."
But there was no sign Kama would comply.
On the contrary, the movement continued at a tempo that seemed almost deliberately slowed—like someone savoring every second, not rushing toward the outcome.
As if she were… playing.
"Slurp~♡ Lick~♡ Haah~♡ Ngah~♡"
Kuro clenched his jaw.
Trying to stay silent.
Trying to keep his voice down.
Because beside him, Yuki was still fast asleep, her breathing steady and soft, undisturbed by the tension slowly filling the space beneath the blanket.
"...You did that on purpose," Kuro murmured softly, his voice barely audible.
Kama's response wasn't a word.
Just a brief pause, then the movement shifted slightly.
Deeper.
More distinct.
Enough to make Kuro finally close his eyes for a moment, as if holding something back, yet it slipped away just like that.
"Ugh…"
Kuro groaned softly, pressing Kama's head gently but firmly against him.
"Mrrhhgh...♡ Glup… gle—!"
Warm, white liquid poured down Kama's throat in a relentless stream, almost overwhelming her.
Because Kuro held her head so close, some of it escaped through her nose, teasing and frustrating her all at once.
"Nguh...♡ glup...♡ glup...♡"
She struggled, trying to swallow everything, every movement a delicate dance against his control.
"Fuah~♡"
After a few moments, she lifted her face just slightly, enough for a teasing, faint smile to appear beneath the shadow of the blanket.
Her eyes met his, a quiet, unspoken challenge and connection passing between them—intimate, electric, and entirely theirs.
"Payback," she whispered softly.
Her tone was gentle.
But clear.
"…for last night."
She smiled.
"And to replenish magical energy," she continued. "This method is more effective for replenishing magical energy~"
Kuro fell silent.
And for the first time since waking up—he was truly at a loss for words.
Meanwhile, the morning continued to unfold quietly and peacefully, as if nothing had happened.
Yet moments before, a silent game had been played, where voices had to be held back and reactions had to be controlled.
Suddenly, Kama moved slowly.
Like a shadow creeping silently, she rose inch by inch, drawing closer without giving Kuro any room to truly pull away.
The blanket shifted slightly.
Just enough to let the morning light seep in, yet still hiding what was happening inside.
"Since you're already awake…" Kama whispered softly, almost like a breath against his ear, "…this angel of love will kindly offer 'love' to start the day."
Her smile was faint.
Her eyes stared from a distance that was too close. Yet there was something there—not merely temptation. Rather… a challenge.
As if she were certain, completely certain, that Kuro would be swept away by the rhythm she had created.
And for a moment, Kuro didn't move.
His body tensed.
His heartbeat began to quicken. He held his breath, not because he was startled anymore… but because something else was rising from within him.
Something he recognized.
Something dangerous.
"Damn…" he muttered softly.
Kama began to move slowly, like water finding a crack and filling it silently, without haste… yet surely.
The movement was gentle.
Yet it carried a pressure that couldn't be ignored, as if every inch of distance lost brought a sensation that grew clearer, deeper, and harder to ignore.
"Hngg~♡ hiya~♡ Ah~ ♡ Hngg~♡ Haah~♡ Haah~♡"
Kama's soft moans escaped.
Kuro frowned.
His hand moved reflexively, lightly gripping the sheet beside him.
"…Kama," he whispered softly.
But this time, it wasn't a warning.
Rather, it was something heavier.
Kama narrowed her eyes slightly, her smile still there.
She could feel the change.
A change in the rhythm.
In the breathing and the response.
It only made her more intrigued.
More eager to push forward.
But—she realized one thing too late. Kuro's heartbeat was no longer chaotic, but… steady, as if it had found its center.
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Author's Note:
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