Kokoro swallowed the saliva in her mouth. She rubbed her cheek against Fei-yu's ear for a long time before finally pulling away. Her arms were still looped around his neck as she looked up with a triumphant expression at Fei-yu, who was gasping for air like a submissive.
Her eyes danced with laughter. She had never seen the mighty Fei-yu look so disheveled. She even thought about recording this with her phone; that way, if he ever teased her about having smelly feet again, she could use it as blackmail to make him sniff them! Hmph!
"Are... are you done yet, Kokoro-chan?" Fei-yu asked, his body feeling numb and tingly. A cool sensation washed over his ears as the saliva evaporated. He thought he was just teasing her, but he didn't expect to be "tortured" like this. Later, I'm definitely going to punish Hana-chan for teaching her these things!
"Hmph! As the saying goes, it's easier to invite a god than to send one away," Kokoro replied, using a proverb she had recently learned in Japanese class.
"Uh... Kokoro-chan, that's usually a negative thing... you can't use it like that..." Fei-yu explained, unable to resist correcting her.
"I don't care! Hmph! Since Fei-yu-kun can still talk back, it seems I wasn't excessive enough~" This only seemed to irritate her further as she turned unreasonable and issued a threat.
"Wait—mmph!" Fei-yu tried to speak, but his mouth was instantly blocked. A slippery, eel-like tongue invaded his mouth, sweeping past his teeth and plundering everything inside. She wasn't as clumsy as before, and the experience was surprisingly pleasant for him.
He began to sink into the sensation. But as a man, Fei-yu wouldn't let her lead forever. He found his moment. Just as Kokoro thrust her tongue deep again, his own tongue coiled around hers like a tentacle, tightening the grip and increasing the suction.
Kokoro, being a novice, was no match for a veteran like Fei-yu. Within twenty-five seconds, she was defeated, forced to pant through her small nose for air. Fei-yu loosened his grip slightly as a trick. Her mind was already foggy from his counterattack; she instinctively tried to withdraw, but that was exactly what he wanted. As she pulled back, the gates were left wide open.
Fei-yu charged in, invading her mouth with no restraint. The wet, squelching sounds of their tongues clashing filled the quiet hallway. As they kissed, Fei-yu's hand slid down from her waist until he was cupping and squeezing her firm, porcelain-white buttocks.
"Ngh~" A seductive moan escaped Kokoro's nose as she felt him kneading her rear. Her pure face was flushed with shame; under his assault, she reverted to her normal shy self, all her previous bravado gone.
They finally pulled apart, Kokoro completely spent. Fei-yu leaned against the wall while Kokoro snuggled into his chest. Neither spoke. Fei-yu just held her, gently stroking her burning cheek.
"I... I have to go home," Kokoro finally broke the silence, her voice sweet and shy.
"Yeah," Fei-yu replied softly, savoring their warmth. Neither made a move to leave. Kokoro pressed her small head against his chest, listening to his heart beating fast because of her. She closed her eyes, thinking that the past few days felt like a dream. She had made new friends and found a boy she loved.
Watching her petite figure disappear up the stairs and hearing the door close, Fei-yu sighed. The weight of responsibility on his shoulders felt heavier. They say the hardest thing to handle is a beautiful woman's kindness. From the moment they kissed, Kokoro became as important to him as Hana Tenkawa or Michiko Ikama.
However, the thought of managing multiple women without being biased gave him a headache. He recalled a "scummy" novel he read in his past life where the harem ended in tragedy because the protagonist was a heartless bastard. It made him realize that love shouldn't just be a "curse" or a "bond"; it required a sincere heart.
He had the Succubus Tattoo, which ensured that once a woman slept with him, she would never love another. If he became a man who discarded women after using them, their endings would be more painful than any tragedy.
"I won't be that guy," he vowed. "I'll make sure every woman loves me for real, not just because of a mark." He also thanked the System for giving him a body that could handle the sexual demands of so many girls. Otherwise, he'd be sucked dry in no time.
"Sigh..." He let out a long breath.
"What? Getting tired of your little girlfriend?"
He turned the corner to find a striking purple figure leaning against the railing. Her lavender-scented lips curved into a smirk.
"Naomi-san!?" Fei-yu was shocked. How long had she been standing there? Her apartment was right next to the stairs. If she had been there the whole time... she heard everything! Damn, I'm officially a scumbag in her eyes.