Kanae's cry of pain wasn't particularly loud, but for Ryuji, the experience was something else entirely.
As expected of sisters.
The inner texture was strikingly similar to Shinobu's—those intricate, petal-like folds that gripped him with almost artistic precision. The sensation of piercing through her hymen was vivid, exhilarating, the heat and slickness clinging to him just as fiercely as her sister's had.
And the tightness—
While the "freshness" felt comparable to that of Shinobu, that was only natural given their shared bloodline. But the true difference lay elsewhere:
Scent. Taste.
Shinobu carried the singular, intoxicating fragrance of wisteria—pure and absolute. Kanae, however, was a blooming garden, a symphony of floral notes that even translated to her nectar's flavor.
It was intoxicating.
And then there was her endurance.
Ryuji was merciful with virgins. He never subjected them to overwhelming force right away. So after sheathing himself fully, he captured Kanae's lips again, stealing her breath and saliva until her heartbeat thundered against his chest.
But then—
Something shifted.
The flow of blood in her lower body changed abruptly. Her already vice-like passage contracted further, as if steel bands had tightened around him. Worse, Kanae had mastered the art of breathing mid-kiss—and was now using a breathing technique Shinobu had never demonstrated before.
Caught off guard, Ryuji broke the kiss, gasping. When he pulled back, Kanae's eyes sparkled with triumphant mischief.
"Husband... I developed my own mating breathing technique too, you know?"
The declaration sent a jolt of electricity down his spine. His grin turned predatory.
If she was going to play that game—
"Then brace yourself," he growled, hands locking around her hips. "This happiness will hit like a typhoon."
Ryuji seized Kanae's wrists, pinning them above her head—a maneuver she recognized instantly from witnessing her sister in the same position. For a fleeting moment, she hesitated, then gave a small, acquiescent nod.
"Ahn~! Husband!"
"Ahhn~ Ahh~ Ahh~"
Pah!* Pah!* Pah!*
"Owww~!!! Ahnnnn~!"
Unlike Shinobu, whose gentleness was a carefully constructed facade, Kanae embodied the true essence of a Yamato Nadeshiko. Having already surrendered her body to him, there was no hesitation left. If fate had decreed her Ryuji's wife, then embracing every part of him—including her own hunger for pleasure—was her wifely duty.
After all, the ideal of a Yamato Nadeshiko was this: dignified in public, virtuous in household affairs, and unashamedly wanton in the bedchamber.
And Kanae had been exquisitely trained for this role.
Had things followed their original course, she would have taken a husband into the Kochō family while Shinobu married out. Thus, her parents had raised her with exacting standards. Now that she'd accepted Ryuji, she would yield completely—no reservations, no inner conflict like her sister.
Feeling Ryuji's dick hitting her cervix violently, Kanae, who was almost reaching her limit, couldn't help but scream out.
"Husband... p-please, harder! I—I'm reaching my limit!"
The plea tore from her lips as his relentless thrusts hammered against her deepest core. For Kanae, ensuring her husband felt the full measure of his virility was also a wife's responsibility.
And Ryuji is indeed very strong in this aspect!
Pah!* Pah!* Pah!*
"Owww~!!! Ahnnnn~!"
"Ahhn~ Ahh~ Ahh~"
"Ahhhnnnn~!!!!" she moaned lost in the pleasure that was overwhelming her.
"Ahnn~ Ah... ahh~ Ohhhn~ mmmnn~!!!!'
"Ahhnnn~ Ohhh~!!!! Husband~"
Each stroke sent shockwaves through her, his length sheathed in that impossibly tight heat. It felt like countless silken petals fluttered against him with every penetration, a sensation so exquisite it bordered on surreal.
Kanae's body jolted beneath him, her huge breasts swaying in hypnotic arcs—a vision of moonlight given flesh, glistening with sweat that carried the scent of a hundred blossoms.
"Ahhaaa~ahhh~ah...ahhhhhhh!!!!!! please... I'm so close....mmnn~!!!!!"
Kanae was losing herself in the pleasure, her body was moving on its own matching his thrusts.
"Mmnn~Yes!... ahhn~harder!!!!"
Their movements became faster, desperate, frenzied, each chasing their own release.
Pain laced her pleasure, sharpening each sensation until her cries crescendoed. Just as she reached one climax, Ryuji drove her ruthlessly toward the next, leaving her mind blank, her body no longer her own.
Had she not already emptied herself earlier, she would have surely disgraced herself again.
"Ahnn~ Ah... ahh~ Ohhhn~ mmmnn~!!!!'
"AHHHHHNNNN~!!!!!!!!"
Kanae screamed as she reached her orgasm, her body body trembling, her inner walls clenching around him tightly.
Haaah*! Haaahh*! Haah*!
Back arched until only her shoulders and head touched the bed, Kanae became a vision of ecstasy—skin flushed, every muscle taut. The air thickened with the fragrance of her arousal, a floral musk so potent Ryuji could almost see petals swirling around them.
When her womb suddenly clenched, milking him with desperate rhythm, Ryuji finally allowed his own release. Not a drop was wasted; her body drank him in greedily, abdomen rounding slightly as if already nurturing new life.
The moment he withdrew, her climax erupted—a fountain of white fluids gushing forth from her pussy as her body convulsed like a butterfly depositing its eggs. Then, with a final shudder, she collapsed, breathless and spent, chest heaving as her lungs fought to replenish the oxygen she'd screamed away.
Ryuji took a few deep breaths, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Even for him, half an hour of relentless thrusting was exhausting—especially the final release. No matter how much stamina he had, that moment always left him momentarily drained.
It didn't help that Kanae's body was practically clamped around him, refusing to let go.
The fatigue was fleeting, like the brief weariness after swinging a heavy object, but it was there.
Looking down at Kanae—her lips slightly parted, eyes glazed, her delicate entrance still dripping with his cum—Ryuji smirked and trailed his fingers up her sweat-slicked stomach, over the gentle rise and fall of her abdomen, until he reached her soft, heaving breasts.
Her skin, already smooth and supple, was now glistening with a slick sheen from exertion—a unique trait of their physiology.
This world's people really are something else.
Even someone like Tsunade, whose sweat and body fluids carried a sweet undertone, still had the usual musky scent of exertion. But here? Women like Kanae and Shinobu produced sweat that was thick, almost honey-like in texture, and carried a natural floral fragrance—yet functionally, it was no different from ordinary perspiration.
By Earth's logic, it made no sense. But in this world, the Butterfly sisters weren't even the most extreme examples. After all, there were people who could alter their own genetics just by eating sakura mochi, changing their hair color while maintaining muscle density several times that of a normal human—yet still retaining a body as soft as silk.
Compared to Shinobu, though, Kanae's endurance was far superior. Even now, dazed and breathless, her heart and lungs showed no signs of strain. She hadn't truly reached her limit—unlike her sister, whose skill was unmatched but whose stamina faltered too quickly.
Kanae, on the other hand, lacked Shinobu's finesse but made up for it with sheer staying power.
But if they were together…
A wicked grin spread across Ryuji's face.
Still, he reached for a towel, summoning warm water with his water manipulation to gently clean Kanae's body. No matter how much he enjoyed the act, he still preferred to wash away the aftermath.
Just then—
Click.
The door opened.
Ryuji's head snapped toward the sound, and his eyes landed on a young girl standing frozen in the doorway. Her expression was blank, but the moment she registered the scene—Ryuji looming over Kanae's spent form—her hand instinctively flew to the hilt of her sword.
At the same time, Kanae stirred, blinking back to awareness. Her gaze landed on the girl, and before the blade could be drawn, she spoke—
"Kanao… this is my husband. There's no need for that."
Kanao?
Recognition flashed in Ryuji's mind. So this is Tsuyuri Kanao.
Now he understood why he hadn't sensed her approach—it wasn't due to any extraordinary stealth, but because her scent carried traces of Shinobu's presence, blending into the background of his awareness.
Can't be helped. When a man's fully immersed in pleasure, his vigilance tends to… narrow.
Still, he prided himself on being able to detect unfamiliar presences within a certain range. But when that presence was intertwined with someone he knew?
That's a different story.
Though for some reason, he was absolutely certain of one thing—
If it had been a man's presence, I'd have sensed it instantly.
Probably just a pervert's possessiveness at work.
"But... he..."
Kanao's lips trembled slightly. She had already learned from Shinobu that this man was Shinobu's husband, which was why she had come—to assess what kind of person he really was.
But she never expected to reunite with Kanae like this—let alone witness her long-lost elder sister in such a compromising position!
"Mm, Shinobu is aware of this too. She... should be prepared."
Kanae smoothed her disheveled hair, shooting a half-exasperated, half-fond glance at Ryuji, whose hands were still kneading her breasts. His touch was skilled enough to make her melt, but doing it now, in front of Kanao?
Really, this man...
"My dear husband, would you mind letting me speak with her alone?"
Wrapping a white sheet around her upper body, Kanae turned to Ryuji with a pleading smile.
"Ah... fine."
Ryuji's gaze lingered on Kanae's hips—that perfectly rounded, childbearing shape—and he briefly considered pushing her back down for another round. After all, he'd learned firsthand from Shinobu just how good that type of backside felt during... vigorous activities.
But priorities were priorities.
"Thank you, dear husband. I'll... reward you properly later."
She giggled softly, then—as Ryuji stepped back to dress—leaned in to press a lingering kiss to his cheek before whispering:
"Since I noticed you couldn't stop staring at Miss Mai's lips earlier... consider that part of your compensation. But for now, please behave."
Her bare chest pressed against him as she spoke, the soft valley between her breasts tantalizingly close to his face. The combination of her promise, the lingering scent of their intimacy, and the sight of her flushed skin nearly shattered Ryuji's self-control all over again.
"I'll hold you to that."
He kissed her forehead in return, watching as Kanae led the conflicted Kanao away.
Just as the two of them were leaving, Mai appeared, moving with a faint trace of awkwardness.
"You really are taking it easy," she said, her tone carrying a strange undercurrent. "There's only one monster left, and you're not even trying to get yourself in top shape. What if something happens to you out there? I'm not confident I can take down that kind of monster alone."
There was an odd edge to her tone, but Ryuji only smiled at her words.
"I'm not the type to lose fighting strength over something like that," he replied. "The reason I haven't gone after the last monster is simple—purely because the benefits aren't yet at their maximum."
"Maximum?" Mai folded her arms across her chest, eyebrow raised.
"That's right," Ryuji said. "When I kill that starborn monster, everything I've learned up to now will almost completely come together—and I'll have even mastered the Shiranui-ryu ninjutsu you showed me."
He gestured casually toward a distant spot under the cherry blossoms, where Kanae and Kanao were standing together. His shoulders lifted in a faint shrug.
"So, you don't have to worry about reviving your dojo. In fact, I think I understand the Shiranui-ryu better than you do now."
His remark didn't seem to strike Mai as much of a compliment. She stared at him, hands on her hips, looking unimpressed.
"Don't exaggerate. I trained for over ten years to get where I am," she said flatly. "If you could just pick it up in an instant, wouldn't that make me look useless? Even Andy took years to learn it!"
She wagged a finger at him, lecturing in that way only she could.
"Pride is the biggest weakness of any martial artist. As the one inheriting the Shiranui-ryu, you can't let yourself fall into that trap."
Ryuji didn't know what to say to her skepticism, and he wasn't about to show off his new skills just to prove a point. After all, Mai was already "meat in the pot"—with only one monster left, claiming his prize was a matter of time. No need to bruise her pride before then.
She wasn't some stranger—she was his future wife.
"All right, all right," he said lightly. "No pride here."
Without thinking too much about it, he slipped an arm around her waist. Mai hesitated for a moment but didn't push him away, letting his embrace draw her closer.
Even without anything happening, holding a body as beautiful and full as hers gave him a quiet satisfaction.
For Mai, however, it was different. She could smell the faint scent of hawthorn blossoms clinging to him, and it brought back sharp memories of last night.
Only then did she remember she had originally come to scold him—but now she didn't even know what to say. With a sigh, she jabbed him lightly in the side with her elbow, as his dick pressed against her butt. She didn't push him away, though.
After all, when they returned to the King of Fighters world, that dick would be hers to deal with in a much more personal way. If she acted too resistant now…
It would only be more embarrassing later.
Her cheeks flushed at the thought.
Meanwhile, under the cherry blossoms, the conversation between Shinobu's elder sister, Kanae Kocho, and Kanao Tsuyuri was far less harmonious—painfully difficult, in fact.
"…So that's the gist of it," Kanae said gently. "My husband is a god who descended to save this world, so for us, the only gift we can truly offer him… is ourselves. And as her older sister, I don't want to be separated from Shinobu ever again. Whether I married someone else or she did, we'd be apart—and I can't bear that."
Having died once, only to watch her younger sister pour herself into vengeance, Kanae valued family bonds above all else. If possible, she wanted to spend the rest of her days alongside her sister.
As for the idea of two sisters marrying the same man—they had considered it before. If they ever met someone exceptional whom they both liked, they could share him without conflict. Times had changed, but some customs still allowed such arrangements—and since they had no quarrels over inheritance or property, there was little reason to object.
However…
"But… but…" Kanao's fingers closed tightly around her coin. She wanted to speak up, to support Shinobu and Kanae's happiness—she didn't care how Kanae had been brought back to life; having her here was enough.
But the thought of both sisters marrying the same man…
"But what?" Kanae tilted her head and looked at Kanao.
"…I don't want to be left behind!" she blurted.
She broke through her usual hesitation and looked straight at Kanae, speaking her heart.
It wasn't the marriage itself, or the children, or any of the practical matters—those meant little to her. What she couldn't stand was being separated from Kanae and Shinobu again.
Looking at the satisfied smile of Kanae, Kanao didn't want to be left behind at all.
She could already picture it: the sisters living happily together, while she stood alone, far away. She had no intention of going through that kind of loneliness ever again.
For Kanao, nothing was more important than this.
Kanae, however, couldn't simply accept that. For her and Shinobu, marrying Ryuji met both their needs and their wish never to be apart again. But Kanao's thinking was different—her mental world was still incomplete in some ways, like that of a child clinging to her parents.
That kind of dependency could cause trouble later.
If Kanao's heart grew healthier and she developed other feelings, the situation could become complicated, even unhappy.
They had to prevent that.
On the other hand, if Kanao wanted to marry Ryuji because she truly loved him, they would welcome it. But if it was simply because she didn't want to be left out, that was something they couldn't allow.
Without hesitation, Kanae gripped Kanao's shoulders.
"No, Kanao! You need your own thoughts and desires—you can't just follow ours!"
But Kanao didn't seem to hear her at all.
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