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From just before eleven in the morning until well past one in the afternoon—three whole hours—what seed like a quiet room from the outside had, in truth, beco the aftermath of an all-out war.
Of course, "battle" wasn't the right word. The so-called tug-of-war had been completely one-sided.
Despite looking like a veteran temptress, the Succubus surrendered in less than twenty minutes after "battle" began—waving the white flag and abandoning all resistance.
And what followed was nothing but Bokue's relentless bombardnt.
Now, with the battle finally over, the Succubus—ravaged by saturation fire to the point of utter collapse—had finally earned her long-awaited reprieve.
Lying on the bed, Bokue cradled the Succubus in his arms, her little tongue slightly sticking out. He gently tapped her philtrum with a finger.
"How do you feel? Still breathing?"
"Nn… guh…"
She mumbled a barely audible response, her throat twitching faintly as so clarity returned to her glazed-over eyes.
"Bokue…"
Well, at least she could still speak.
Though that was about all she could manage.
Right now, Maria (Sheila) looked like soone who'd just tried a soul extractor for the first ti—where even the gentlest tug could send your eyes rolling into the back of your head like you were about to ascend to heaven.
Except, a soul extractor only hit hard in that one mont of pull.
Sheila, by contrast, had been stuck in that feeling nonstop for hours—overwheld by wave after wave of sensation so intense it was like her brain had turned into a shaken soda can, bubbling with numbing bliss.
It was the kind of mind-lting pleasure that punched straight through reason.
Well, there was no fixing that now. What's done was done.
Ti to get clean…
With that thought, Bokue picked up the Succubus in his arms, stepped down from the bed, and walked straight into the bathroom. He shut the door behind them.
At this point, there wasn't any room for another round, even if they wanted to.
Luckily, they hadn't really been wearing much to begin with—so they'd skipped the risk of a clothes-stripping disaster.
A mont later, the two of them were soaking together in the bath, hot water pouring steadily into the tub. Bokue started by soaking a towel and gently wiping Sheila's face.
Moisture and coolness—always the best combo to wake soone up.
Sure enough, as the thick, wet towel brushed across her flushed skin, Sheila—who monts ago had been too dazed to even speak—slowly closed her eyes. And when she opened them again, her gaze had regained a little clarity, though her body still looked exhausted.
She blinked, looking around the room with slight confusion, then glanced up at the boy beside her who was quietly washing her off. After a brief pause, like sothing finally clicked, she touched her lips with a startled expression.
"We…?"
"You were affected by my spiritual energy."
Bokue spoke calmly, still washing her as he explained.
"I'm not sure how it happened exactly, but it's possible that when you helped and Mio form the master-servant contract, a bit of my energy leaked into you… and that ended up ssing with your body."
How could that be…?
Sheila thought to herself.
Technically, Maria had been the one who perford the contract ritual, not her. So if any spiritual energy had transferred, it should've gone into Maria's body, not hers.
Unless…
Sheila rembered that one sip she took yesterday—that one, intense sip of his energy.
…Yeah. Lesson learned. Never eat things off-script. You never know what'll blow your stomach—or mind—out.
Still, in a twisted way, maybe this wasn't so bad?
Recalling the relentless, wave-after-wave peaks she'd just experienced, Sheila couldn't help biting her lip. The battlefield inside her had barely rebuilt any defenses, and they were already threatening to collapse again.
No. No! Stop it right there.
Feeling her body still buzzing, Sheila shook her head and forcefully pushed down the rising temptation.
"So spiritual energy from an Onmyōji can really do that?"
She asked quietly, cheeks flushed.
"No. Not just any Onmyōji—just ."
Bokue gave a resigned sigh, like he was already used to this kind of question.
"According to Kuroka's analysis, it's probably because my spiritual energy is so absurdly strong that it can actually enhance others just by sharing a bit. And once soone's been exposed to it, their body starts craving more of it—like a reflex."
"…Who's Kuroka?"
"My girlfriend. Childhood friend, too."
"Oh."
Sheila gave a little nod. That explained a lot.
Honestly, even without being limited to human standards, Bokue's power was already breaking through to sothing absurd.
Take that attack he used to one-shot Zolgear. If they were using demon rankings, that strike was far beyond anything even Demon Lords should've been able to pull off. The only reason Zolgear wasn't dead was because Bokue had deliberately held back.
Who the hell made humans like this?
"Hmm?"
Just as Sheila was lost in thought, Bokue's voice sounded again from above her.
"Maria… your horns got bigger. And your voice kinda sounds different too… almost like your mom's, actually."
Ack!
Sheila's heart jumped.
Shit. She slipped up.
Back when Bokue first arrived, she'd used a dream demon spell to shrink her horns to match Maria's and pinched her voice to sound younger. But after three hours of nonstop activity, the spell had worn off, and her voice had naturally dropped back to her real one.
"T-That's just a Succubus thing! As we mature, our horns change shape over ti."
Sheila blurted out the first lie she could think of.
"Really?"
Bokue squinted, eyeing her curiously.
Just one ti and you mature that much? Doesn't really add up…
"Ahem. Anyway, that's the story I'm sticking with."
Sheila cleared her throat, trying to sound serious.
"As for my voice… that's on you, Bokue. You didn't let rest for a single minute these last three hours. My voice is totally shot. When I was little, whenever I got sick, I'd lose my voice too—and when that happened, no one could tell and my mom apart."
"Huh. That actually kinda makes sense."
Bokue nodded. Logical enough.
Seeing that he bought it, Sheila gave a soft hum of victory and gently placed both hands on his chest, leaning up toward him with a sly glint in her eye.
"In fact, Bokue… if my voice sounds like hers, maybe you could try thinking of as soone else entirely—just for a bit?"
The dreamy wife licked her lips like a kitten who'd snuck a bite of fish and still wasn't satisfied.
Bokue raised an eyebrow.
"You're saying you're ready to go again?"
Sheila: "…"
"…Honestly? If we kept going now, I'd probably pass out."
"Exactly."
Bokue rolled his eyes.
"So let's finish up this bath, head downstairs, grab so lunch."
"Eh?"
"…What, you don't want to?"
"No, no—I do."
The dream demon wife smiled sweetly.
"In fact… I was hoping you'd offer."
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