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He'd originally planned to return ho by dinnerti, but due to so unexpected "circumstances," Bokue Keikain ended up staying at Yasaka Shrine until about nine o'clock that night.
Ti flew, and soon it was the next morning.
At the main Keikain estate, just as the soft haze of dawn seeped through the paper windows, a gentle and distinctive Kyoto-accented voice of a certain young Onmyōji girl echoed softly outside the bedroom.
"Onii-sama, are you awake yet? It's already seven. If you're up, please say sothing—it's getting late~"
"…"
"…"
Silence.
Complete silence.
After five seconds passed with no response from within the room, Yura paused briefly before speaking again.
"Onii-sama, are you awake? I'm coming in~"
She reached out and slid the door open.
Whoosh—!
With a soft scrape as wood slid against its tracks, the delicate latticed sliding door was forcefully opened to one side.
The first thing reflected in the eyes of the young Onmyōji girl was a faint golden shimr of Spiritual energy coating the door fra, like soap bubbles blown from dish detergent. The sa thin layer covered the floor, ceiling, and walls, forming a rectangular barrier encompassing the entire room.
And the person she was trying to wake up was currently sleeping soundly right in the center of this barrier-enclosed room, on a soft futon atop the tatami mats, snugly wrapped in a blanket.
So he'd set up a soundproof barrier. No wonder shouting from outside didn't wake him up.
Yura exhaled softly, channeling her own fingertips with a trace of golden spiritual energy. She lightly tapped the barriery—shattering the expansive soundproofing instantly.
Then the young girl stepped boldly into the room in her socks, carefully straightened her yukata to keep any delicate scenery hidden, and only then knelt down, gently prodding the sleeping boy's cheek.
"Onii-sama, it's ti to wake up."
"Ngh…"
Feeling the sensation on his face, Bokue furrowed his brows and struggled slightly before lazily opening one eye.
"Ah, Yura. What ti is it?"
"It's late already. Seven o'clock."
"Getting up at seven in sumr vacation… have you lost your mind?"
"No—it's training ti," replied the young Onmyōji girl with absolute seriousness.
"Training...? Forget it. Let sleep a little longer..."
Mumbling incoherently, Bokue reached out from beneath the covers and, in one swift motion, grabbed the unsuspecting girl who was kneeling beside him.
Eh?!
Yura felt a faint jolt of surprise, but before she could react, Bokue pulled her directly toward himself. The corner of the covers flipped open just enough to bring her inside, swiftly sealing closed again to perfect snugness.
Uh…
As naturally as breathing, the whole process took only a split second. When Yura finally processed what had happened, her point of view had shifted completely—from kneeling beside the futon trying to wake soone, to suddenly becoming the lazy cat curled up alongside him beneath the covers.
The scent of the boy's pillow lingered in her nose, and through the thin fabric of her yukata, she felt the solid warmth of his chest pressed firmly against her back.
Wait… was he sleeping without any clothes on?
This realization caused the young Onmyōji girl's heartbeat to speed up instantly.
Thankfully, she hadn't forgotten her original mission. With a blush lightly coloring her face, she turned her head slightly and whispered softly:
"Wait… it's already seven; we really need to start training, or else the Clan elders will scold us for slacking..."
"Let them scold all they want. They can co say it to my face if they're so brave."
His voice gradually softened as Bokue closed his eyes once again, tightening his embrace even more around the girl in his arms.
Now, Yura truly couldn't break free and could only continue to whisper weakly:
"But today people from the Lion King Organization are coming over. This eting was personally arranged by the Three Saints themselves. If we oversleep..."
"It's at nine. There's still ti."
"But..."
Yura still wanted to say sothing, but at that very mont, she felt sothing odd beneath the covers.
Sothing seed to be pressing against her leg.
"Onii-sama, please don't press your leg against . This position is really awkward..."
"Oh."
By now, Bokue's voice had grown incredibly soft, as if he could drift back to sleep any second.
Yet even so, hearing her words, he adjusted his posture slightly, pulling her tighter.
This made things even worse.
Like those inflatable glow sticks at concerts that spring back when bent, the "Thing," which had previously only rested against her knee, suddenly bounced upward along the inside of her thigh, shifting a good twelve inches higher in an instant.
Eep!
Yura's face instantly turned bright red.
Though traditionally Japanese won wore no undergarnts beneath yukata, modern sensibilities had evolved, giving won the freedom to decide personally—and Yura belonged firmly to the modern group, always wearing at least so underclothes, even with yukata, otherwise she'd feel extrely uneasy.
In other words, she did have a safeguard underneath.
Yet despite that small piece of fabric, it did nothing at all to shield her from the continuous heat and firm, insistent pressure.
How to describe it… it felt as if blazing sunlight was directly hitting her flower garden gate.
Unable to articulate clearly what she was feeling, she instinctively tensed her thigh muscles, reaching out reflexively toward the source of that sensation and grasping it.
Burning hot, rock-hard, veins pulsating like angry serpents—fully extended all the way forward.
This shape, this feeling, it was almost like…
No—it wasn't "almost like." It was exactly what it was!
Finally comprehending what she'd grabbed onto, Yura's eyes widened dramatically. A deep blush surged from her chin all the way to her forehead, and then—pooff!!—a plu of white steam seed to erupt from the top of her head.
"Onii-sama, you idiot!!!"
No longer able to hold back, Yura—now fully activated in her steamy embarrassnt—yanked open the covers, escaped Bokue's embrace, and ran out of the room without looking back.
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And even as her foot left the room, the covers she'd thrown open had yet to fall back completely, revealing, on the other side of the futon, a similarly unclothed cat-eared girl just waking up with a sleepy, dazed expression.
"Nyaaa… what happened, Bokue? I thought I just heard soone screaming?"
"No idea. Probably Yura. She was just here trying to wake up."
Rubbing his eyes, Bokue slowly sat up on the futon, supporting himself with his arms.
Bright morning sunlight stread through the paper windows, highlighting the defined muscular contours of his bare chest—and, simultaneously, emphasizing a rather noticeable rise beneath the covers still draped across his waist.
Kuroka's gaze quickly locked onto this crucial information. Instantly clearing her groggy eyes, she leaped energetically up once again, tossing away the covers as she jumped forward.
"Wow, so lively first thing in the morning, nya~! We shouldn't waste it~!"
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