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Time passed quietly into the night, the moonlight slowly fading outside the window as Yukina finally opened her eyes again.
Beside her, Sayaka had already drifted off to sleep. Perhaps due to their long separation, the older girl's sleep had initially been fitful, restless murmurs occasionally escaping her lips. "Yukina... make sure you never... fall for some shady guy..."
It was exactly the sort of protective, mother-hen-like comment Sayaka was prone to making. Yukina smiled faintly in amusement. Carefully, silently, she slid out from under the covers and rose from the bed, gently placing the blankets back over Sayaka's shoulders.
As a skilled War Dancer raised from childhood by the Lion King Organization, Sayaka was incredibly sensitive even in sleep. Every subtle sound or shift of temperature could wake her instantly.
Thankfully, Yukina herself, trained in similar skills, could move quietly enough to avoid triggering Sayaka's heightened senses.
After all, it was about time for Yukina to slip away for a bit.
Over the past few hours, Yukina had quietly counted no fewer than forty-six times that Nagisa's unmistakable cries of pleasure had echoed faintly through the thin apartment walls, occasionally accompanied by rhythmic splashes of water and muffled giggles.
Those two really had no intention of sleeping tonight, did they?
Quietly shaking her head, Yukina stepped outside the bedroom, closing the door behind her with practiced silence. Despite herself, a tiny, secret spark of anticipation fluttered within her chest.
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Meanwhile, in the apartment next door...
Lying breathlessly on the sofa, Nagisa rested her flushed cheek against Bokue's chest. Her breathing came in gentle pants, sweat-dampened bangs clinging softly to her forehead.
She had just finished stocking her warehouse full of precious treasures. Unfortunately, she had gotten too carried away—her storage limit had clearly been reached. The moment she'd tried to seal the door shut, the packed storeroom had exploded spectacularly, flooding her surroundings with evidence of her miscalculation.
The scattered signs of their indulgence were now abundantly evident, glistening like spilled nectar across the floor.
"Wait, wait... Big Bro, give Nagisa just a minute... I really need a break..."
Exhausted but satisfied, she reached up, lightly caressing Bokue's cheek. Seeing her fatigue, he gently shifted his grip, carefully readjusting her position into a more comfortable one within his embrace.
"Tired already?" he teased gently.
"A little bit..." Nagisa admitted softly, pressing her burning-hot face affectionately into his neck, nuzzling slowly. "And I'm feeling really hot, too..."
Of course she was tired. She might have the powers of a True Ancestor, but she was still very much mortal—not some perpetual-motion machine. While vampires possessed incredible stamina, even they paled slightly compared to werewolves in terms of pure physical endurance.
Besides, Nagisa had been at this basically the entire day.
Ever since breakfast, they'd been passionately intertwined—first alone until noon, then pulling Yukina into their blissful chaos all afternoon, then attending that wild evening banquet... and upon returning, continuing well into the night. It was already past midnight now.
Honestly, who could possibly survive such relentless attention?
Yet even as exhaustion settled in, Nagisa couldn't help but feel deeply content. This was merely a single day in a long, wonderful summer vacation stretching out before her. The thought of spending every day like this with her beloved Big Brother sent a warm thrill shivering happily down her spine.
As she idly traced playful shapes across Bokue's chest with one finger, she mused softly, "Say, Big Bro... Why is it I've only awakened one Familiar so far?"
"Hmm? Nagisa wants more Familiars?" Bokue absently responded, playfully tapping her softest, most sensitive area.
She instantly stiffened, her breath hitching sharply, face flushing even redder as she gazed up at him.
"N-not exactly... Avrora told me the Fourth Progenitor originally had twelve Familiars. But up until now, I've only awakened the fifth Familiar, that big golden kitty. All the others still seem asleep, totally unresponsive. Do you think there might be a problem?"
"Not sure," Bokue admitted honestly. "I'm not a vampire myself, so it's hard to say. Maybe it has something to do with your blood intake? When you first awakened that Familiar, you drank my blood. If you tried that again, maybe—"
"No way!" Nagisa interrupted immediately, shaking her head vigorously. "Blood tastes gross! It's all bitter and metallic. Plus, I don't want to bite Big Bro and hurt you."
Bokue's expression turned incredulous.
Gross? Then what about that other stuff she'd been drinking earlier—wasn't that equally... questionable? And she'd happily drunk a whole glassful at the time!
"Oh, wait—I just got a great idea!" Nagisa's eyes suddenly lit up excitedly, an imaginary light bulb appearing above her head. "Avrora said vampires drink blood mainly for the magical energy inside it. So maybe the blood itself isn't important—only the energy matters. If that's true, maybe 'that' would work too...?"
"That?" Bokue blinked, confused, before quickly realizing exactly what Nagisa meant. Still, Nagisa's excitement faded just as quickly.
"Wait, but no... last time I drank a whole cup of it, nothing happened anyway," she pouted, disappointed.
"Actually..." Bokue mused thoughtfully, "it might be different this time. Previously, that stuff you drank was already... um, second-hand, right? The spiritual power would have been lost during... processing. Either absorbed or dissipated by the time you drank it. Since I never deliberately kept my energy in it..."
"So, you mean if I drink it fresh, straight from the source, it might actually work?" Nagisa's voice rose excitedly, her eyes sparkling brilliantly.
Before Bokue could respond, Nagisa eagerly shifted positions, leaning downward toward him, carefully tucking her hair behind one ear, clearly prepared to put her idea to the test immediately.
It was only then Bokue had a sudden, striking realization. If Yukina had drunk a glass of that 'second-hand' fluid—already depleted of spiritual power—why had she become so profoundly affected by it...?
Wait...
The sudden soft click of the front door opening startled both of them. They quickly turned, eyes wide.
Standing in the apartment's entryway, dressed only in her pajamas and staring expressionlessly into the living room, was none other than Yukina herself.
Her gaze lingered blankly on Nagisa's intimate posture, then shifted pointedly to meet Bokue's stunned stare.
Finally, her lips parted, delivering a flat, merciless verdict.
"Senpai... you pervert."
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