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Chapter 5 - Fangs of the Chimera

The safehouse was quiet—too quiet. Outside, the distant growls of unnatural beasts echoed faintly through the streets, a reminder that the Chimera Fang and his monstrous relic were drawing closer.

But inside, the tension was… different.

Aya stood by the lantern, loosening her kimono slightly, trying to ease the tightness around her shoulders. The movement made the fabric slip just a little lower, revealing the elegant curve of her collarbone and the soft swell of her cleavage. Her chest, full yet perfectly shaped, rose and fell slowly as she exhaled.

Ren's eyes flicked toward her for a brief second. Just enough to notice how the lantern light traced her body.

Aya caught the glance and stiffened. "…What are you looking at?" she muttered, turning away, her cheeks faintly pink.

Across the room, Akari smirked, clearly enjoying the exchange. She stretched like a cat, her assassin outfit clinging tight to her body—showing the slim, toned waist that curved into wide, perfectly rounded hips. When she shifted her weight, her butt subtly bounced, soft yet firm under the tight fabric.

"You're all so tense," Akari purred. "Maybe you just need to… relax."

She stepped toward Ren slowly, deliberately swaying her hips. With every step, her breasts jiggled just enough to tease, the snug assassin top doing nothing to hide how generous her curves were.

"Akari," Aya said sharply.

Akari smirked over her shoulder. "What? It's not my fault he's… interesting."

Aya clenched her fists. "You're shameless."

"And you're jealous," Akari whispered, leaning close to Ren, her soft chest brushing against his arm.

Then Himari moved.

The shrine maiden knelt gracefully in front of Ren, her pure white robes shifting with the motion. The loose sleeves slid down, revealing her smooth shoulders and the gentle curve of her arms. Her robe tightened slightly around her full, soft breasts, the fabric outlining their natural roundness in a way that was innocent yet undeniably alluring.

She looked up at him with calm, deep eyes. "Ren… be careful. This fight will be different. The Chimera Fang doesn't just kill. He devours."

Her voice was soft, melodic, but her body language betrayed a quiet pull. The faint tilt of her head, the subtle press of her thighs as she knelt—everything about her radiated a serene yet intoxicating presence.

Ren's gaze lingered on the way her robe draped over her, accentuating her slim waist and gentle hips. For a fleeting moment, he imagined how she'd look without the layers of fabric—smooth pale skin, soft curves that would be warm to the touch.

The blade at his side pulsed faintly, whispering again.

"Three women. Three desires. Power attracts them all…"

Ren shut the voice out, but his body was still aware. The closeness of their scents, the way their breasts subtly bounced with each breath, the curve of Aya's tight butt as she turned away, the teasing sway of Akari's hips as she leaned closer, the calm yet unspoken allure of Himari's soft figure…

Even his iron will was tested.

Aya finally snapped, stepping between Akari and Himari.

"This isn't the time for games," she said, but her voice wavered just slightly. She straightened her kimono again—but in doing so, the fabric tightened across her chest, making her generous curves more noticeable. "Ren needs to focus."

Akari smirked. "Oh? Funny how you're the one flustered, not him."

Aya glared. "I'm not flustered."

"You're totally flustered."

Ren exhaled quietly. "…Both of you. Stop."

For a second, they froze. His voice carried weight. Authority.

Even Himari lowered her gaze, a faint flush coloring her cheeks.

Akari stepped back, licking her lips. "Hmph. Fine. For now."

Riku barged in, breaking the moment. "Uh, hate to interrupt your… whatever this is, but we've got a bigger problem."

The ground shook violently.

Outside, in the darkness, monstrous shapes moved—dozens of twisted beasts crawling through the streets. A massive silhouette loomed above them, a man clad in black bone armor, his face hidden behind a skull mask.

The Chimera Fang.

His voice echoed like a growl. "Mukuro no Tsurugi… I can smell your power. Come out, boy. I want to taste it."

Aya stiffened. "He brought his beasts with him. We're outnumbered."

Akari drew her scythe, grinning. "Looks like playtime's over."

Himari stood slowly, her soft robes swaying with the motion. She looked at Ren, her eyes calm but intense. "Ren… this is your choice. You can still leave this path."

Ren tightened his grip on the blade. His mismatched eyes glowed faintly.

"…No. I'll erase him."

Outside, the Chimera Fang raised a clawed hand, and a pack of beasts lunged, snarling with fangs dripping venom.

Ren stepped forward, his blade pulsing in his hand.

Aya's chest rose sharply as she gasped. Akari's smirk widened in anticipation. Himari's soft lips parted slightly as she whispered a quiet prayer.

And then Ren moved.

The street became death.

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