"Splash—!"
In the bathroom, bone-chilling cold water sprayed from the showerhead, drenching Kamiyā Yuu from head to toe. Even as the icy temperature made goosebumps rise across his skin, he still couldn't calm down. What Kamiyā Sora had said earlier hit him harder than he expected. All this time, he had been the one taking care of her, and somewhere along the way, he developed a sense of superiority—like an owner toward a pet. Much like how "cat servants" jokingly call themselves that, "Sora servant" was just a name no one took seriously. He had treated Kamiyā Sora as something that belonged to him, subconsciously believing he controlled everything and could handle any situation.
That was the root of the hesitation he'd felt these past few days—his ego had grown too large.
Ever since transmigrating, his abilities had greatly strengthened, and with the "mind space" cheat-like ability, he had subconsciously assumed he was some chosen protagonist of this world, carrying an indescribable sense of superiority—like a player in a game. It wasn't until Sora's words just now that he realized it—realized the pitiful, ignorant arrogance hidden in his behavior. Kamiyā Sora had never been his possession. Even if her world revolved around him, she was still herself.
Kamiyā Sora longed for all of Kamiyā Yuu, while Kamiyā Yuu, possessing that "all," had grown complacent.
At the root of it all, the part of him that was still Su Yang hadn't fully integrated into this world.
"Damn it!"
"Crack—!"
Cursing himself, Kamiyā Yuu slammed his left fist hard into the tiled bathroom wall. The force shattered the tiles, and the sharp fragments cut into his skin. Cold water mixed with blood as it dripped down alongside the broken pieces.
"Ah!"
The tearing pain made him groan. The cold water seeped into the wounds, sending sharp stings through his body. This was his regret for his past attitude—and his apology for underestimating and hurting Kamiyā Sora. As for why he used his left hand, his right hand still needed to draw; he couldn't afford to injure it carelessly.
Sora's unexpected honesty had crushed all his pride. When she confessed, his own heart had been anything but calm. Every word she spoke deepened his regret over his past actions.
"Splash—!"
After standing silently under the cold water for a while, Kamiyā Yuu faced the changes in his mindset since transmigrating and stopped dwelling on them. Sora had guided him toward the right choice. Since no irreversible mistake had been made, what he needed to cherish now was the present.
"No blood relation, huh…" His heart warmed as a long-standing burden was finally lifted. As for his biological mother and real father, they meant nothing to him, and he had no intention of going on some dramatic search for them. With that final barrier removed, his thoughts inevitably wandered. After all, he was a young man in the prime of his life—once passion flared, anything could happen.
Especially now that the last restraint had been broken, leaving no more reservations.
The cold water couldn't extinguish the fire in his heart. Kamiyā Yuu had no mood for a leisurely bath. After stepping out, he simply wrapped his wound with gauze in the living room. They were only superficial injuries and wouldn't affect his fingers too much.
"Tch… should've just kicked the wall with my toe instead." Looking at his bandaged hand, he clicked his tongue, then simply removed the gauze and applied some antiseptic. His self-punishment had been impulsive—if he had to do it again, who knew if he'd still go through with it?
Returning to his room, he opened the door and saw Kamiyā Sora already asleep on his bed, curled up like a docile kitten, a faint, sweet smile on her lips.
These past few days had exhausted her mentally. Though she had gone back to her own room to sleep, her tangled thoughts had kept her awake until three or four in the morning. Even now, faint tear stains remained on her pillow.
Kamiyā Yuu walked over, looking at her peaceful, delicate sleeping face. Letting out a soft breath, he couldn't help brushing the back of his hand across her smooth cheek and soft lips. The pleasant sensation made him linger, lowering his head to kiss her gently, losing himself in the moment.
"Mmm… Yuu…" Kamiyā Sora opened her eyes drowsily. Seeing him, she gave a soft laugh, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him down onto the bed, continuing to sleep, leaving herself completely unguarded.
"I'm sorry, Sora." Seeing how exhausted she was, Kamiyā Yuu whispered again. After turning off the light, he held her slender waist and fell asleep with her in his arms.
That night, he didn't enter his mind space. He only wanted to enjoy sleeping beside her.
…
The next morning, before Kamiyā Yuu had fully woken up, he felt something soft and warm brushing against his neck.
"Yuu, good morning." Opening his eyes, he saw Kamiyā Sora smiling gently at him, her face flushed with shy redness. Usually as cool and distant as a saint, she now radiated a striking charm. Her slightly disheveled white gothic nightdress couldn't hide her flawless pale skin. Her silver hair draped across his face, and the faint fragrance stirred something restless within him.
—Was he just… attacked?
Kamiyā Yuu blinked in confusion. Before he could make a move, Sora had already taken the initiative. In the intimate atmosphere, he reached out, stroked her cheek, and kissed her without hesitation. As their lips parted, he leaned close and murmured, "Sora, how about we take this week off?"
Sora, her thoughts already muddled, breathed unevenly and leaned weakly into his arms. "Yuu… Yuu can decide…"
"Sora…" Kamiyā Yuu exhaled deeply. Her soft, alluring voice ignited the fire he had been suppressing. Unable to hold back any longer, he let those emotions take over. With a swift movement, he turned and pinned her gently against the bed, meeting her hazy, affectionate gaze filled with dependence.
…
After showering together in the morning, Kamiyā Yuu sent her back to her room to rest. Meanwhile, he had to deal with his messy bedsheets and the clothes dirtied from the night before. He felt as though both his body and mind had been freed from all restraints, an unprecedented sense of relief making him grin foolishly from time to time.
"Ah… I wonder if the sheets will dry before tonight. Otherwise, I'll have to sleep in Sora's room." Feeling the chill of the autumn breeze against his skin, he shivered. As he bent down to pick up the white underwear to hang out, a sharp soreness in his lower back made it hard to straighten up.
"…Damn…" Kamiyā Yuu muttered with a strange expression.
The intensity of earlier was still vivid in his mind—the overwhelming sensations, and the unexpected charm Sora displayed had nearly worn him out despite his good physical condition.