Night had completely swallowed the skies above Z-City.
Silence descended with the darkness, covering the tall buildings and empty streets like an endless black curtain.
Inside a room lit only by the faint glow from outside the window, Chiyome lay quietly upon wrinkled sheets.
Her body seemed drained, open to the warmth of the night, while her gaze remained unfocused on the ceiling, as though her thoughts had drifted far beyond the room itself.
The fingers of her right hand clenched the bedsheet tightly.
Meanwhile, her left hand moved slowly, brushing through Kuro's hair in a motion that felt almost instinctive.
"Ah… hnng…"
A soft sound slipped past her lips, thin and uneven like a night breeze trembling through leaves.
Her body shivered faintly.
Not a dramatic motion, but subtle ripples spreading without permission—like damp leaves rustling as a serpent glides through them, leaving behind traces unseen yet impossible to ignore.
On the other side, something soft belonging to Kuro, along with his fingers moved slowly—calm and measured.
As though handling something as delicate as a rose petal after rain—damp, soft, and far too easily changed by the slightest touch.
His movements flowed slowly.
At times as light as a passing breeze.
At others deeper, like a serpent slipping through dew-covered foliage, its body curving in silence yet always knowing exactly where to go.
"Ahk..♡ haa...♡ haa...♡"
Chiyome's breathing faltered again.
Rising and falling without any clear rhythm.
Her thoughts grew hazy, as if being slowly swallowed by the warm mist thickening around her.
Then—her body tensed for a moment sharp and sudden, like prey only just realizing the cold nearness of fangs against its skin.
Something rushed through Chiyome's body, leaving behind a sensation spreading like warm venom through her bloodstream.
"—ah...!"
Her back arched slightly.
Her fingers tightened around the sheets.
The next moment, like a small river finally finding its way to the sea, warmth flowed freely—leaving fresh traces upon fabric already heavy with the moisture of the night.
Kuro paused for a moment.
He lifted his face slightly, observing the girl before him with a calm expression, allowing her time to gather her breathing and thoughts that had briefly scattered.
A few moments passed.
Chiyome's breathing slowly began to stabilize, though still not entirely steady.
She swallowed softly.
Her gaze was still somewhat unfocused, yet she forced herself to keep looking at Kuro.
"My Lord…" her voice was quiet, almost sounding like a gentle complaint. "Can you stop playing with them?"
She paused briefly, taking a slow breath as if trying to compose herself.
"This is already the fifth time you've made me lose my sense of direction."
Kuro smiled faintly.
"No," he answered casually. "I told you from the beginning, didn't I?"
He leaned slightly closer.
"I'm merely taking care of my Servant after a long day. A little attention should keep your body from becoming too tense."
Then, unhurried, he lowered his head.
A small touch landed somewhere sensitive, like young fruit kissed by the first dew of morning, while his fingers began to move again.
Slow.
Smooth.
Measured.
Like a serpent already familiar with its path, no longer needing light to find its way.
The result was immediate.
Chiyome's body tensed again—this time more deeply than before.
Her hand moved, touching Kuro's head.
Yet strangely, there was no intention to stop him.
Only a light touch, as if merely confirming he was truly there.
And in the next instant—the wave returned stronger and longer.
Like water once more finding its source, only this time with a far more powerful current.
"—hnn... ah...!"
Her voice broke apart, messy and nearly shapeless, like someone trying to contain something far too vast to be put into words.
A moment later, Kuro slowly pulled away, leaving behind a faint trace upon that young petal—fragile, glimmering briefly before disappearing.
He looked back at Chiyome.
"How is it?" he asked casually. "Does your body feel more comfortable now?"
Chiyome did not answer immediately.
She needed a few seconds to gather her breathing, which had been scattered moments before, and her thoughts that still felt light, as though not entirely returned to her.
"Yes…" she replied softly.
She took a small breath.
"But… I think I feel more at ease when I'm serving My Lord."
Kuro chuckled quietly.
"If that's what makes you more comfortable, then alright."
Without another word, he laid back beside her, giving her space as though handing over control entirely.
"Go ahead," he murmured casually. "Serve me as you like."
A faint smile appeared on Chiyome's face.
Weak, yet genuine.
Moving slowly, she forced her body upright, shifting until she was positioned above Kuro.
Her movements were still slightly unsteady, like someone relearning how to find their balance.
Then—something moved.
Like a serpent finally returning to its nest after wandering too long, it glided gently through rose petals still damp from the remnants of night rain.
"—!?"
Chiyome's body reacted far more sharply than before.
Her back tensed.
Her shoulders and arms trembled faintly as her body adjusted to a sensation far too clear to ignore.
"Ah... haa... hng..."
She lowered her head slightly, breathing heavier now.
Then, slowly, Chiyome began to move.
Up.
Down.
Rhythmic and steady, like a soft spring working to maintain balance, supporting two weights at once without losing its cadence.
"Hya...♡ hngg...♡ ngha...♡ haa..♡"
Yet despite her attempt at control, small sounds kept escaping her lips.
Soft.
Unsteady.
Sometimes breaking apart, as if even her breathing could no longer keep up with the rhythm she had created.
Kuro simply watched her calmly.
His eyes followed every subtle shift in Chiyome's expression—every sharp inhale, every movement slipping slightly from control, every delicate ripple crossing her face as she continued moving on her own.
A few moments later, Kuro's brow furrowed slightly, as though noticing a subtle change.
"Sorry…" he murmured softly.
His hand moved to Chiyome's waist, holding her gently before drawing her slightly closer.
That small motion shifted the distance between them once more—just enough for something once tightly closed to slowly open, like a lotus bud finally yielding to the warmth of morning.
Chiyome looked startled.
But in the very next instant—something struck, fast and precise, like a serpent leaving its mark upon prey, allowing a strange sensation to spread without granting time to prepare.
"Ahh..."
The sound escaped her naturally.
Chiyome's body jolted faintly.
Her reaction was sharp, almost too sharp—as though warm venom were slowly spreading through hidden pathways, sending small waves she could no longer stop.
Her breathing broke apart.
Short.
Uneven.
And when that flow finally subsided, it felt as though all strength in her body dissolved alongside it.
Chiyome faltered.
She slowly collapsed against Kuro's chest, her breathing messy, her voice unsteady like someone who had just lost their footing.
Kuro wore a faint grin, a hint of mischief lingered at the corner of his lips.
"Let me help you."
Then his hand began to move again.
Slowly.
Repeatedly.
In a pattern almost boring in its simplicity—up and down like a simple spring working with little variation, yet remaining perfectly consistent in its task.
Strangely, it was precisely that simplicity that slowly wore down Chiyome's defenses.
Her eyes began to half-close.
Her gaze blurred.
"Mhhh... nggh... hngg... aah..."
Her lips parted slightly, warm breaths escaping without any clear rhythm.
And without realizing it, the tip of her tongue briefly brushed against her lower lip, like someone far too lost in sensation to notice the small details of her own body.
A few minutes later, Kuro's movements gradually began to slow.
The rhythm that had once been steady now turned calmer, like a serpent settling into a loose coil after moving without rest.
Then—he pressed slightly deeper once more, repeating the earlier pattern with an accuracy that felt almost too familiar.
The next instant, the sensation returned.
Flowing strongly.
Warm.
Like venom once again filling a space that had long since become too full, forcing a small portion to seek escape through the narrowest opening.
A faint trace was left behind, barely threatening the fabric beneath.
"Aaah..."
The sound slipped from Chiyome's lips, thin and broken, like air being forced from lungs already far too full.
Her eyes began to lose focus.
Her violet irises drifted slightly upward as her eyelids trembled faintly.
Her body seemed to grow lighter.
As though whatever strength remained in her was being slowly stolen away by the lingering warmth that refused to fully fade.
Kuro himself remained still.
Calm.
Almost too calm compared to Chiyome's condition.
He simply pulled her a little closer into his embrace, allowing her to rest against the warmth of his chest.
His arm wrapped loosely around her back.
Keeping her close.
Keeping her safe.
While the remnants of that sensation were allowed to linger just a little longer, like gentle venom choosing to remain before finally fading away
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