"What a pity…"
Kaito smacked his lips, feeling a sudden surge of heat in his lower abdon.
As a normal man, it would've been strange not to react to such a seductive scene.
His gaze unconsciously drifted toward Mosquito Girl's room.
After this period of blood nourishnt, Mosquito Girl had long shed her initial monstrous features. She was becoming increasingly delicate and charming.
Her slender waist, pale skin, and those faint, lingering monster traits—rather than being grotesque—gave her a strange, alluring charm.
"Should I go have a chat tonight… and deepen our relationship?"
Kaito stroked his chin, recalling Mosquito Girl's shy, hesitant expressions from their daily interactions.
Given her current level of admiration for him, even the slightest hint would surely be enough…
Just as Kaito was about to get up, the connecting door to the next room suddenly swung open.
"King, we need to talk properly!"
Fubuki stepped in, fresh from the bath, her body wrapped snugly in a bathrobe. Her damp, dark green hair clung to her shoulders, droplets of water still sliding down.
She tried her best to look composed, but the flushed tips of her ears and the faint trembling of her lashes betrayed her nerves.
Kaito raised an eyebrow, his gaze lingering on the delicate line of her collarbone. A few sparkling droplets rested there, sliding slowly along her curves.
"Oh?" He leaned back lazily on the sofa, deliberately drawing out his words. "Miss Fubuki, paying a late-night visit… what do you wish to discuss? Is it about last night?"
"You—!"
Her face turned crimson, the blush spreading all the way to her neck. She quickly pulled at the collar of her bathrobe, glaring at him with a mixture of sha and annoyance.
"Who, who wants to talk about that! I ca to discuss your joining my Fubuki Group. As long as you agree, I'll overlook you… peeking at just now!"
Kaito watched her strained composure with amusent, then suddenly rose, moving toward her step by step.
With every inch the distance closed, the scent of jasmine shower gel mixed with her natural fragrance beca stronger, stirring his heartbeat.
"W-wait!"
Fubuki panicked, retreating until her back pressed against the wall. She looked up at Kaito, her erald-green eyes shimring with tension.
Her voice quivered. "What are you… going to do?"
Kaito placed one hand on the wall beside her ear and leaned in, his breath warm against her skin.
"You want to join the Fubuki Group? No problem… but you'll have to promise one thing."
The whisper made her tremble, her legs weakening beneath her.
"Wh-what thing? But I won't agree to anything… too embarrassing!"
She squeezed her eyes shut, her lips parting ever so slightly, her posture leaning forward as if unconsciously inviting what she thought was coming.
After all—what young woman doesn't harbor feelings, and what young man doesn't stir with them?
Ever since she t Kaito—watching him overturn impossible battles and feeling the unshakable aura he carried—her heart had been restless.
Especially that impulsive kiss the night before. It had left her sleepless, her thoughts in chaos.
Now, with Kaito so close, she could feel his breath brushing her lips. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, the loose neckline of her robe revealing a glimpse of cleavage that made her own heart pound.
But instead of the anticipated kiss, she heard—
"How about playing a ga with ?"
"What?!"
Fubuki's eyes flew open in disbelief.
I even loosened my bathrobe tie, and that's all you have to say?!
"You'll love it—the classic Warhamr 40k match: Regent Guilliman versus Queen Yvraine."
Kaito's lips curved with mischief. Without waiting for a reply, he slipped an arm around her slender waist and half-guided, half-pulled her toward the bedroom.
The door clicked shut behind them.
Fubuki's heart skipped. Her gaze flickered toward the bed—sheets ssy, no ga console in sight.
Bathed in the soft, ambiguous glow of the bedroom light… what was about to happen was obvious.
In the "ga," Kaito played the Imperial Regent Guilliman, while Fubuki took the role of Queen Yvraine.
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[Due to irresistible forces, deleted content can be found in the comnts. If not, check the discussion thread at the end of this chapter.]
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By dawn, their exhilarating "Imperial vs. Eldar Webway Campaign" had finally ended.
Exhausted, Fubuki curled up against Kaito's chest, her bare shoulders marked with traces of their joyous struggle.
In her sleep, she nuzzled closer into his warmth, a soft, kitten-like whimper escaping her lips.
Kaito gently stroked her smooth back, listening to her even breathing. Slowly, he too drifted into sleep.
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