Kuro merely lifted both shoulders in response.
Without wasting any time, his hand moved again, allowing a warm sensation like a serpent to slip once more between the spread of damp petals that seemed to have just been touched by the rain of the night.
Its movements were slow.
Steady.
Yet that only made the sensation feel even clearer.
Kama's body reacted faintly.
Even though she was already deeply familiar with games like this, she still could not completely suppress the small reflexes appearing every time the serpent moved deeper.
Her brows twitched slightly.
"Hhh... h-hngh..."
Her breathing gradually grew heavier.
And her fingers unconsciously tightened around the bedsheets beneath her.
Kama closed her eyes for a few seconds before slowly opening them again.
Her crimson gaze remained calm.
Yet now it looked slightly hazy.
"Heh..." she laughed softly while looking at Kuro. "Master-san really doesn't like wasting time, does he...?"
Even as she said that, the corner of her lips remained faintly lifted.
As though she secretly enjoyed the warm serpent continuing to play endlessly within her garden of petals.
Kuro let out a quiet chuckle at her reaction.
He could tell—very clearly—that she wasn't rejecting any of it. Not even a little.
"And you're enjoying it too, aren't you?" he said casually. "Such a mischievous Goddess of Love…"
He leaned in slightly, eyes studying her face with faint amusement.
"Or should I call you something else? Maybe a succubus instead?"
Kama's brows twitched instantly.
Her crimson gaze sharpened as it locked onto Kuro… though there was a faint instability in it now.
"Master-san…" she muttered, but her voice came out uneven—slightly broken by her breath. "I've told you… h-nggh... before… don't use that ridiculous title…"
A faint blush spread across her cheeks, deeper this time, yet her expression still tried to stay composed.
"I-I am… ahh... the embodiment of love and desire…"
Her words paused for a moment, as if she had to steady herself first.
"…not some... hngg... cheap seduction demon... from human stories…"
Her breathing turned slightly heavier at the end, the firmness in her tone wavering for a brief second before she forced herself to hold it together again.
Kuro merely laughed softly at her complaint.
"Isn't the end result basically the same?"
"The way you look at people, the way you slowly coil around them like a serpent... it sounds pretty similar to me."
"You jerk..." Kama hissed quietly.
But before she could argue further, Kuro suddenly turned Kama's body around until she faced away from him.
Kama looked slightly startled.
"Eh—?!"
And in the next instant, the warm serpent began moving once again.
But this time, far deeper.
Heavier.
And far crueler than before.
Its rhythm continued relentlessly, giving Kama no chance to properly steady her breathing.
Like a serpent intentionally tightening its coils little by little, trying to slowly wear away its prey's consciousness.
Kama's body immediately tensed.
"H-hngarg... hhh... haaah... aah..."
Her breathing shattered unevenly.
Meanwhile, her fingers hurriedly gripped the bedsheets beneath her.
"Ah... M-Master... wait..."
But Kuro did not stop.
Instead, he leaned closer to Kama's ear while maintaining that merciless rhythm.
"How strange..." he whispered softly. "You're supposed to be the Goddess of Desire. So, why are you the one starting to lose control instead?"
Kama tried to answer Kuro.
But every time her lips parted, the cruel rhythm—like a serpent continuously tightening its coils—destroyed her focus before her words could fully form.
"Ah... M-Master... you..."
Her sentence broke apart again.
Her breathing became increasingly uneven.
The crimson eyes that normally carried complete control were now slowly growing hazy.
Kama's body trembled faintly several times as Kuro's relentless movements continued from behind.
As though that warmth was intentionally moving deeper and deeper, slowly eroding every bit of composure belonging to the Goddess of Desire.
"S-stop... j-just a moment..." she whispered softly. "I-I..."
Yet even her own voice sounded unconvinced.
Kuro merely let out a quiet chuckle near her ear.
"And what if I refuse?" he whispered softly. "What exactly could you do about it, Kama-chan?"
Kama's brows twitched with embarrassment and irritation.
She tried to respond again, but at that exact moment, her body jolted sharply.
"Ahh—!"
Kama's own warm current finally burst forth uncontrollably, soaking the sheets beneath her like sudden midnight rain spilling across a silent garden.
Her breathing shattered.
Her fingers gripped the bedsheets tightly.
Yet even while Kama's body still trembled from the overflowing wave of warmth, Kuro did not stop moving at all.
The rhythm continued.
Steady.
Cruel.
As though the serpent intentionally kept coiling tighter without allowing Kama any chance to fully recover herself.
"Ma... Master..."
Kama's voice now sounded almost desperate.
Meanwhile, Kuro only smiled faintly behind her.
"Isn't this what people call 'desire'?" he whispered casually. "So don't lose to your own game."
Kama's consciousness grew increasingly unsteady, her gaze slowly rolling upward while her tongue slipped out reflexively.
It was only natural for Kama's body to react so intensely.
Because aside from the warm rhythm that continued moving without giving her any chance to breathe calmly, Kuro was also pouring a massive amount of mana into her this time.
Far beyond normal limits.
That mana flowed directly into the core of Kama's Saint Graph like a scorching river being forced into a chalice already filled beyond capacity.
Wave after wave came without pause, causing Kama's body to jolt faintly several times.
Her breathing broke unevenly.
And her fingers weakly clutched the sheets, as though her consciousness was slowly being stolen away by the heat and the flow of energy continuously building within her.
Not long after, Kuro's movements gradually slowed until they finally paused for a moment, before pressing deeper once again.
"Ughh..."
Kuro's brows furrowed slightly.
And in the next instant, an unbearable warm current once again poured into the chalice-like core of Kama's Saint Graph.
Too much.
Far too full.
Kama's body stiffened sharply for a moment before gradually softening and collapsing weakly onto the sheets.
Her breathing trembled unevenly.
Her crimson eyes were blurred.
Meanwhile, her entire body felt as though it no longer possessed the strength to resist the stream of mana and the warm serpent continuously coiling around the core of her Saint Graph without pause.
"M-Master..." she whispered helplessly. "You... h-nggh.. realy... ahh... intend to... destroy this Goddess of Desire, don't you...?"
Kuro let out a soft chuckle behind her.
"Not destroy," he answered casually. "I simply want to fill you until you overflow."
Kama's brows twitched faintly.
The blush across her cheeks deepened further.
"You... monster..." she murmured weakly while struggling to steady her disordered breathing. "This much mana is making my body feel like burning..."
And yet despite her complaints, Kama's body leaned back even more helplessly against him, as though she herself had already sunk far too deeply into the coils of Kuro's warm serpent.
Not long afterward—the warm current finally began to stop, like its source had been cut off for a moment.
Kama's body relaxed slightly as she drew in a long breath, as though she had barely survived a massive wave.
But before she could properly recover, Kuro chuckled once again.
"Hey," he whispered casually near her ear. "I'm not finished yet."
"Eh—?"
Kama barely had time to react before Kuro slowly turned her body around.
Now they faced each other at the edge of the bed.
Their faces were so close their warm breaths mixed together once more.
Kama's crimson eyes widened slightly.
Meanwhile, Kuro merely smiled faintly before the warm serpent began moving once again. And in the very next instant, Kama's breathing shattered once more.
"Ah—!"
Her body jolted faintly.
Her fingers hurriedly grabbed onto Kuro's shoulders as though afraid her body would once again lose all strength.
Meanwhile, the serpent continued moving slowly through her garden of damp petals, giving the Goddess of Desire not even the slightest opportunity to truly rest.