Shikishima, Inari Shrine.
Like those on the other side of the sea, the two noble women experienced an unforgettable night.
However, it wasn't exactly a pleasant memory.
On the smooth, mirror-like floor, scattered were magnificent purple and cherry-blossom-colored haori (traditional Japanese garments), and the golden seal of the "King of Daimyo Shikishima," symbolizing the highest power on Shikishima, lay to one side.
Behind the screen, the bed and surrounding area were in disarray, with antique silk undergarments and brass wrapped haphazardly.
On the bed, pink and purple hair intertwined gracefully, jade arms and legs entwined, the curvaceous, voluptuous body glistening with sweat, covered in hickeys, even on the inner thighs and areolas.
One of the two beauties lay asleep, her pert breasts supporting her beautiful back, highlighting her rounded, firm buttocks. Her slender waist curved into an alluring incline.
Her once braided purple hair was now disheveled, and a faint sheen of moisture lingered between her snowy buttocks. It was unclear whether the damp patches on the sheets were hers.
The other, with a more delicate figure and fair, rosy skin, possessed beautiful, unusually pink hair. She lay on her side, her breasts, though not large, were unusually perky. The rims of her plump breasts bore numerous hickeys, and her cherry-red nipples were swollen and red from being sucked, the surrounding area tinged with a faint purple.
Between her shapely, jade-like legs, a faint red stain, diluted by water, was visible. Looking at the sheets, large patches of cherry blossom juice-like water were likely her doing…
The man who caused all this had already hurriedly left to "make arrangements."
After an unknown amount of time, the purple-haired beauty, General Thunder, propped herself up on her jade-like arms, her pair of soft, supple breasts swaying gently. If one ignored the hickeys on her nipples, it was a beautiful scene of a young girl waking up.
She bit her slightly faded red lips and said to her friend, "Divine Child, you really didn't have to do this."
"Of the three of us, only you still retain your virginity."
"Is it worth giving it to someone like this?"
The Ninefold Divine Child, lying on her side, let out a soft "Mmm~" and stretched out her slender, lotus-root-like white arms, like a fox stretching lazily, exuding a touch of languor.
She turned her head, staring at General Thunder, her beautiful brows furrowing slightly, her watery eyes seeming to hold a trace of melancholy, just as they had when demons once roamed freely.
Suddenly, she reached out her snow-white arm, embracing General Thunder's long, alabaster neck, pulling her head closer, and kissing her cherry lips.
Her small, fish-like tongue flickered between her lips before slipping inside, entwining with the general's noble tongue.
The event happened somewhat suddenly; General Thunder's delicate body froze for a moment, unable to push the divine child away immediately.
"Smack~" The kiss lasted for about half a minute, not long, but not short either.
The Divine Child gazed at General Thunder, a slight smile appearing on her pretty face. "Do you think I care about him that much?"
"This thing shouldn't have been given to him in the first place. It was destined the day he left without looking back."
"Then..." General Thunder's face flushed a beautiful blush, but her brow remained furrowed.
As a general, she had indeed endured too much.
If it were before, this passionate and decisive woman would probably have already chased him to the continent across the sea...
The Divine Child did feel sorry for her friend, but that wasn't the reason she accompanied her to deal with Simon last night, or rather, it wasn't the only reason.
Aside from a small amount of revenge in her heart, the Divine Child had actually prepared for everything. All she had lost was her hymen; her uterus had been sealed using special methods, preventing sperm from entering.
She was more worried about her friend. With her fierce nature and slightly careless tendencies, she might not remember contraception so well...
However, the main reason was for the future of Shikijima.
After all, the two of them could no longer represent only themselves.
She stroked the general's smooth face and smiled, "Let's not mention him anymore. After last night, Simon should believe that we won't help Zhao Zhiran."
The Thunder General looked thoughtful. Simon's face last night, filled with fear, unease, and agitation, clearly showed he felt a strong sense of crisis.
Indeed, if the two of them joined forces with Zhao Zhiran, given her unpredictable intelligence, Simon would certainly not escape.
And the terms of the deal Zhao Zhiran offered, or rather, the benefits, were indeed very substantial. If successful, Shikishima could potentially be completely freed from the threat from across the sea.
However, as the Shogun who ruled Shikishima, she had to be responsible for the fate of the entire island.
The weight of the lives of millions was something only a select few in the world truly understood.
Therefore, she chose appeasement. For Simon, whose very being seemed to be one of the seven deadly sins composed of arrogance, offering "submission" would undoubtedly dispel all suspicion. And if this "submission" were coupled with the Ninefold Divine Child he had always coveted…
the weight would undoubtedly be even greater. Now, he should have no more doubts and immediately turn to find Zhao Ziran.
General Thunder's face showed a hint of reluctance. Since Simon knew about their actions, their retreat was tantamount to selling Zhao Ziran to him.
She knew perfectly well what Simon, who now seemed wounded and fleeing back to his nest, cowardly yet raging incompetence, would suffer if someone close to Xing fell into his hands.
Seemingly sensing her friend's thoughts, the Ninefold Divine Child smiled and said, "You don't actually think Zhao Ziran's abilities are limited to this, do you?"
General Thunder also showed a hint of realization. They had known Zhao Ziran for several years; after all, Xing's reason for coming to Shiki Island was to accompany Zhao Ziran on her world tour.
They had arrived at the perfect time, having already witnessed Zhao Zhiran's wisdom firsthand…
Otherwise, given General Lei Dian's stubbornness, how could she so easily abandon her unrealistic obsession?
"Let's wait and see."
The Divine Child had made her decision; none of them would help her. Just like Shikijima, situated between two great powers, informing Zhao Zhiran last night was already the greatest help they could offer.
"Ah…!"
Suddenly, General Lei Dian turned and let out a soft moan, her breasts swaying. It turned out that the Divine Child's slender fingers had pinched the pink nipple on her pert breast, a sly smile appearing on her face.
Then, her fingers moved down her graceful abdomen. Her lower abdomen was flat, but her pubic area was plump, like a soft little bun, with fine purple down covering only a tiny patch on her mons pubis, an area smaller than the tip of a thumb.
She stroked the grass, her fingers tracing the still slightly swollen, red labia. That place had endured too much impotent release the night before; the labia were slightly parted, the vaginal opening like a multi-layered flower stamen, about half a fingertip's width, overflowing with a cloudy, white fluid.
Her fingers, without any hesitation, probed into the tender vagina, stirring and swirling.
The Thunder General arched his back, toes curled, moaning softly, only to hear the Divine Child whisper sweetly in his ear, "If he's not here, let me comfort you..."
......
Shiki Island, beach.
Zhao Ziran was still wearing a simple white coat, her long legs clad in black stockings, letting the late summer breeze tousle her thick, black hair, braided into a ponytail.
"You're here?"
Hearing footsteps behind her, Zhao Ziran, her hands in her pockets, slowly turned around.
The man who appeared behind him was a typical European Caucasian with deep-set eyes and a high nose. His face was stained with unusual red patches, and his azure eyes held a hint of mockery.
He exuded an almost eerie arrogance from head to toe.
Unsurprisingly, it was Simon of Pride, one of the Seven Deadly Sins.
"You dare to walk right into my trap?"
As Simon approached, Zhao Ziran seemed to anticipate his arrival, calmly adjusting her rimless, delicate glasses, her steps unwavering.
"He injured you?"
"I bet you swam and rolled like a stray dog across the sea, hijacking a boat to escape, didn't you?"
As if touching a sore spot, Simon's anger intensified. He stepped forward and easily seized Zhao Ziran's swan-like neck.
"Hmm…" Zhao Ziran gave a soft groan, her small feet in black high heels leaving the ground. Her brows furrowed, but her calm eyes remained largely unchanged.
Instead, she continued to provoke him, saying, "Hmm… wait… I think you're more… like a wild… dog…"
Simon's eyes darkened, his anger flaring from within. Upon learning that Zhao Zhiran was alone, he immediately took action, first by blocking all flights and shipping to Shikijima.