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It was already deep into the night in the human world.
Bokue had spent the entire afternoon over at Nagisa's place.
And by "afternoon," that meant five uninterrupted hours—no breaks, no mercy. Bottle after bottle of golden champagne flowed like water from a tap, until every inch of space had been replaced with warm, velvety cream. Not a drop of air left.
Later that evening, he went out to dinner with Asagi. The two wandered around the city center afterward and didn't make it back home until a little after nine.
So by the time Bokue finally stepped through the front door of the apartment—it was already late.
The sound of running water echoed from the bathroom. Yukina was getting ready for a shower.
Though the apartment had a shower installed, the place was old. The insulation was decades behind anything modern. Using the solar-powered water tank on the rooftop meant you had to let a long stretch of cold water drain out first before anything warm came through.
Hardly convenient.
Just as Bokue entered, the bedroom door opened—and the sword shaman girl stepped out, clean clothes in hand. She froze for a second at the sight of him, her eyes flicking away shyly.
"S-Senpai… just got back?"
"Yeah. Just now."
Bokue swapped his shoes for indoor slippers at the entrance.
"Had dinner with Asagi, then walked around downtown for a bit. Took longer than expected."
"It's… definitely a bit late."
She didn't even mean to say it—it just slipped out. Yukina blinked, almost surprised by her own tone, and quickly tried to cover it up with an awkward follow-up.
"But I mean, Asagi-senpai is your girlfriend, so it's perfectly reasonable to spend time with her."
"…?"
The moment those two lines left her lips, the air in the room changed—just slightly.
The first line had a hint of complaint. But the second? That was pure, distilled jealousy. And the tone she used? That unmistakable tsundere sulk straight out of a soap opera.
…You can't be serious.
Bokue blinked.
Yukina seemed to realize it too. She didn't say anything else. Just mumbled something about taking a shower and slipped into the bathroom.
Bokue wandered into the living room and dropped onto the couch, figuring he'd take a shower after her.
While waiting, his eyes drifted toward the balcony—and he spotted something that made him pause.
Earlier this morning, there'd been a single pair of panties drying on the rack.
Now there were two.
…A two-change day?
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By the time both of them were done showering, it was already ten.
In the bedroom, the only light left was the small lamp by the bed, casting a dim glow over the quiet room.
Wearing freshly laundered pajamas, Yukina reached up and grabbed the pull cord.
"I-I'm turning the light off now."
"Go ahead."
Bokue was already lying in bed, blankets pulled up to his chin, only his head visible.
It was early by modern standards—but hey, when you're sharing a room, you make compromises. An hour earlier never hurt anyone.
Click.
The light went out.
Yukina climbed into bed in the dark and lay still, eyes shut tight. For a moment, the only sound was the gentle whirr of the AC blades turning.
Time ticked by.
Eventually, Bokue's breathing settled into a steady, sleeping rhythm. And that was when Yukina opened her eyes.
Without a sound, she reached toward the nightstand, pulled her phone under the covers, and turned on the screen.
It was already past eleven.
She couldn't sleep. Not even close.
It was almost embarrassing to admit. As a Sword Shaman of the Lion King Organization, Yukina had trained for survival in all sorts of brutal environments—including how to fall asleep under duress.
She could sleep on a branch if she had to—and wake up fully refreshed.
But tonight? Total insomnia.
Every time she closed her eyes, her mind filled with the sounds she'd heard—last night, and all through the afternoon. Muffled moans through thin walls. And when she remembered what she'd experienced herself that morning… that overwhelming, brain-melting pleasure…
Heat surged through her body all over again.
She turned off the screen, her lips pressing together in the dark.
She knew she shouldn't.
After all, Asagi and Nagisa were the ones Bokue was actually involved with.
But…
If no one found out—if she could do it like she had in the morning, without anyone realizing—not even Bokue himself…
Then it didn't really count, right?
It wasn't about stealing him away. She just… wanted to feel it again.
The balance between logic and desire was slipping fast. Her body was already moving.
Inch by inch, she began shedding her clothes beneath the covers. The friction between bare skin and the sheets made her shudder involuntarily.
With the last thread of self-restraint slipping away, her thoughts spiraled.
She remembered every sound from earlier that day. Every wet, rhythmic thump. And because she'd felt it before, now she could picture it perfectly—the raw intensity happening just on the other side of the wall.
You don't crave what you've never tasted.
But she had. And now, there was no going back.
Just this once.
Just one more time…
She shoved all her discarded clothes to the edge of the bed.
Naked, flushed, and trembling, Yukina slowly scooted across the mattress until she reached Bokue's side. She pressed her back against his arm—bare skin to bare skin—and parted her lips.
"B-Big Bro…"
She whispered it—mimicking Nagisa's voice exactly.
And like it was some kind of trigger phrase, Bokue murmured something in his sleep and instinctively wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tight into his chest until not a millimeter of space remained between them.
And then—
When that sealed path was breached again, hard and fast, as if destiny itself had come crashing through the gates—
Yukina held her breath and clamped both hands over her mouth.
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