Night pressed against the windows like velvet.
Haruna Sairenji lay curled beneath her sheets, moonlight brushing her skin through half-drawn curtains. Her breath was slow, but not steady.
Not calm.
Because she could feel him.
Not in the room.Not in voice.
But inside.Scourge.
She didn't understand how—or when—it had started. Only that every day since their bond awakened, something within her had begun to shift. To stir. To reach for him.
She touched her wrist.
The same place Lala had brushed weeks ago.
A spark shot up her arm. Not painful.
Warm. A whisper. A pulse of him.
Are you alone?
Her lips parted. She blinked. She wasn't imagining that voice anymore. It came from somewhere deeper than thought.
"Yes…" she breathed.
Do you want me?
Her thighs clenched. Heat bloomed in her belly. Her fingers trembled against the fabric of her sheets.
"I… I don't know."
Then let me show you.
She gasped.
The room didn't change. But everything shifted.The air grew dense—charged, like a storm waiting to break. Her heartbeat wasn't hers alone anymore. It echoed with his.
Her sheets rustled as tendrils of warmth unfurled beneath them—not physical. Not fully. But real.
One brushed her ankle, feather-light. Another slid slowly along the curve of her calf, then higher. They didn't grab or push.
They asked.
"W-wait… this is... Scourge?"
Only if you want me to be.
Her shirt clung to her chest. Sweat bloomed along her collarbone. The moonlight caught on her flushed skin as she shifted, resisting nothing.
Then—
A tendril curled beneath the edge of her nightshirt.
It didn't rush. It lingered, circling her hipbone, tracing the sensitive skin above her waistband.
Her back arched before she could stop it.Her hand flew to her mouth.
"N-no one's ever..."
Then let me be the first.
Another tendril slipped higher. It teased the edge of her underwear, brushing along her folds with a reverence that made her body rise to meet it.
She was already wet—unmistakably. Shame tried to bloom, but it never had the chance. Scourge didn't take. He listened.
And the it came, it was soft—pulsing, stroking, testing what made her breath hitch and hips lift.
She moaned into her palm, her eyes shut tight, but nothing could block it out.The sensations weren't just pleasure—they were understanding. Communion.
It wasn't rough.It wasn't cruel.It was worship.
Scourge shaped himself to her need—pressing, entering, filling her like heat filling silence. No edges. No fear. Just perfect, fluid rhythm.
Each movement sang against nerves she hadn't known could sing.
She gripped the sheets. Her breath became fragmented sobs of bliss. Her thighs trembled with each pulse, each withdrawal, each return.
"I-I'm… I can't…"
Yes. You can.
Her body convulsed, hips rising, heartbeat peaking. Her climax arrived like a crashing wave—and she didn't ride it.
It carried her.
Her entire body lit up in one electric stretch of ecstasy, pulse syncing with his energy, every nerve tangled in him.
The air around her pulsed—like a heartbeat that wasn't hers.
Then it rippled.
The shadows near the foot of her bed thickened, gathered, and rose.
Scourge's form began to materialize—not instantly, but gradually, as though the very space around him was remembering how to shape him.
First his silhouette—tall, lean, predatory. Then his skin, like starlight caught in shadow, smooth and unblemished. Finally his eyes—piercing, glowing faintly with the same crimson that had once filled her veins like heat.
He stood there—bare. No clothing to hide behind. No illusion.Only presence.
His body was sculpted not like a man who trained, but like a being forged with intent—each muscle a statement of strength and control. The curve of his shoulders, the slow rise and fall of his chest, the subtle line of his hips—all of it designed to draw the eye and hold it.
Her eyes did not drift.
They locked.
He was aroused. Unashamed. Undeniably ready.
But more than that—he was focused. Every breath he took was aimed at her. Every ounce of his being bent toward one simple goal: her.
Haruna couldn't move. Her body had gone still, but not cold—she was heat and electricity, wound tight like silk ready to snap.
He moved forward slowly, deliberately.
Each step was silent, but carried weight—like gravity shifting, like fate closing in.
When he reached the edge of her bed, he didn't touch her right away.
He knelt first.
The air stirred around them, drawn into his orbit.
Then, with a reverent slowness, he placed one hand at her side—warm, solid, present. The other slid beneath the curve of her knee, lifting it gently.
Her legs parted with a breath she hadn't meant to release.
Scourge hovered over her, the heat of his body sinking into hers without even touching fully.Haruna's breath came in shallow waves, her chest rising and falling beneath him like tides caught in moonlight.
Then she felt it.
The weight. The warmth. The presence.
His length pressed gently between her thighs—not inside, not yet—but there, poised just at her entrance.It throbbed against her, heavy and deliberate, brushing the slick heat of her folds with slow, teasing precision.
Haruna's back arched involuntarily. Her hands gripped the sheets. Her legs trembled around his hips.
"You've been waiting for this," he murmured, voice like silk over steel. "Even if you didn't know it."
She swallowed hard, her hands reaching for him, her fingertips tracing lines along his spine like instinct.
He nudged closer, his body pulsing with restraint. He didn't rush—not out of caution, but out of reverence. Like he was asking permission, even though they both already knew the answer.
Then he pressed forward.
Her lips parted. A soft, helpless sound escaped her throat.
Their bodies met like pieces long separated, sliding into place with perfect inevitability.No resistance. No hesitation. Just completion.
Haruna cried out, head thrown back, back arched as her body welcomed him in a single, shuddering motion.
Scourge groaned low, the sound buried in her neck as he sank to the hilt, his control cracking at the edges.
He began to move—deliberate, powerful, and rhythmic—every thrust guided not by urgency, but by devotion.Like he wasn't just taking her, but memorizing her.
She was dizzy with sensation. Her body met his over and over, building heat, tension, fire. Her voice broke again and again, soft cries swallowed by his mouth, his hands, his presence.
Until he faltered.
Until his pace grew staggered, his breath heavier, his grip tighter.
Until he couldn't hold back.
With one final, deep thrust, he pushed into her completely, holding her there as his body pulsed, trembling against hers.
He buried himself as close as he could, like even their skin wasn't enough.
And in that stillness, she felt it—The heat. The release. The surrender.
Not forced.
Not taken.
Given.
She clung to him as it happened, gasping his name like a secret only she was allowed to keep.
When she collapsed against the mattress, her body was damp with sweat, trembling, spent.
Tears welled—not from pain.From connection.
You're mine now, too.
She nodded in the dark, breathless and bare.The world around her blurred, but that truth remained crystal clear.
"I know." she whispered.
📟 [System Update]
Host: Haruna Sairenji
Seed: Fully Bloomed
Status: Active Host
Lust System Bonus: +112 LP (Emotional High)
Link Strength: 78%
Upgrade Path Unlocked:Dual-Nerve Sync Possible
Memory Merge Probability:26%