Yami Tsukishiro was still turning over the question of time in his head.
Ella, meanwhile, thought she'd been woken up in the middle of the night.
In her mind, one particular memory surfaced something she'd seen earlier while playing with his phone.
"Master… I know what to do," she murmured.
Her cheeks flushed bright red as her fingers went to her buttons.
"…Huh?" Yami blinked, caught off guard.
"What are you doing?"
Her eyes were hazy, almost dreamy.
"I know what's supposed to happen when a wife gets woken up in the middle of the night… I saw it on your phone. 'The Husband's Late Night Raid, Anxious Love.' It looked like this."
"???"
Ella… what the hell have you been browsing on my phone?
In a heartbeat, the soft rustle of fabric filled the room and the next instant, her flawless, ethereal form was laid bare before him.
"…Guh."
Even Yami's self-control wavered, his Adam's apple bobbing. He'd crafted her body to perfection himself so perfect that even he had trouble keeping a straight face.
Still, he forced himself to ask, "…Ella, are you serious?"
Her wine-red eyes met his without a hint of hesitation as she wrapped her arms around his neck, their noses brushing.
"Ella is serious… and wants to give everything to her master."
The weight of her sincerity softened his gaze.
"…I understand. Then… leave it to me."
He leaned in, pressing his lips to hers soft, warm, and luminous in the dim light.
Tonight… she would bear her master's mark.
Yami's lips lingered on hers, slow and deliberate, as if engraving the memory into her very soul.
Ella's breath hitched, her body trembling not from fear, but from anticipation she could no longer hide.
Her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, as if terrified that even a breath's distance might make him vanish.
"…Master," she whispered between kisses, voice fragile yet resolute, "I belong to you. Forever."
Yami's chest tightened at the sheer devotion laced in her words. He had crafted her form, her being, but this...this sincerity was entirely her own.
He trailed a hand down her back, feeling the warmth of her skin, the faint shiver that followed his touch. His gaze softened, but his tone carried the weight of command.
"Then remember this, Ella… from tonight onward, there will never be a distance between us. You are mine. Entirely."
Her wine-red eyes glistened, lips parting just enough to breathe out:
"…Yes. Yours."
The last barrier between them dissolved.
Her lips pressed to his again, this time with more urgency, as if she'd finally given herself permission to want. Yami felt the tremor of her body, delicate yet unyielding, as she melted against him.
He lowered her gently, the world shrinking until there was nothing left but the heat between them.
Fingers brushed over flawless skin, tracing lines he himself had sculpted, but now felt as though they'd been meant for him all along.
Ella's breath came faster, each exhale mixing with his own, her voice breaking in soft gasps.
"Master…" she whispered again, though the word sounded less like submission and more like a vow.
Yami smiled faintly against her lips, his forehead resting against hers. "Good… then don't let go."
Her arms tightened around his neck, her eyes hazy yet shining with trust.
For the first time, she wasn't just a creation bound to him, she was his partner, heart and soul, offering everything without hesitation.
Ella's hands, trembling but determined, slid down his chest until they found the edge of his belt.
Her breath hitched, eyes flicking up to his as though asking for permission even while her fingers worked at the buckle.
Yami didn't stop her. He only watched, silent, his gaze sharp but unreadable, as the leather slipped free with a soft click.
Her hands moved slower now, not out of hesitation, but reverence as though she was unwrapping something sacred.
When her fingers brushed against the hardness straining beneath the fabric, she let out the faintest gasp, her lips parting in awe and longing.
"Master…" she whispered, voice breaking with anticipation.
With a deliberate tug, she drew the cloth down, and his length sprang free, heavy and hot against her palm. Her cheeks flushed crimson, wine-red eyes shimmering between shyness and hunger.
Yami's breath deepened, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he caught the mix of devotion and desire in her expression. His hand moved to her chin, tilting her face up.
"Then show me, Ella," he murmured, his tone a command laced with promise. "Show me that you are mine."
Ella's fingers curled around him, tentative at first, then firmer as though she feared he might disappear if she didn't hold tight enough.
The heat of him pulsed against her palm, her breath stuttering as she gave a slow stroke, marveling at the weight, the sheer reality of him.
Yami exhaled, low and controlled, though his eyes never left hers. That unwavering gaze made her shiver, but instead of retreating, she leaned closer, lips parting.
"Ella…" his voice rumbled, a warning and an invitation all at once.
She pressed a kiss against the tip, delicate, reverent, before daring to take more of him past her lips.
The taste, the warmth it made her cheeks burn, but she didn't stop. Each movement was unpracticed, messy, yet filled with devotion so intense it nearly undid him.
Yami's hand slid into her hair, guiding her pace, his breath growing heavier. "Good… that's it. You learn quickly."
The praise lit her eyes with a spark of pride, even as tears threatened to spill from the corners from the strain. She refused to falter, refused to let go.
When she finally pulled back, gasping for air, saliva glistened on her lips. She looked up at him with a dazed smile, voice hoarse but resolute.
"Please… Master. I want all of you."
Yami's restraint snapped. He pulled her up, crushing his mouth to hers, the taste of himself mixing between their lips.
With one swift motion, he pressed her down beneath him again, positioning himself at her entrance.
Her body trembled, not with fear, but with the desperate anticipation she'd been holding back.
"Then take me," he growled, and with a single thrust, he claimed her completely.
Ella cried out, clutching at his shoulders as pain and pleasure collided, her voice breaking but never wavering.
"M-Master…!"
He silenced her with another kiss, swallowing her moans as he began to move, each stroke deep and deliberate, as though engraving himself into every part of her being.
Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, pulling him closer, refusing to let there be any space between them.
Yami's thrust drove into her, and the sharp gasp that tore from Ella's lips turned into a soft cry.
"Ahhn—! M-Master…!"
Her nails dug into his back, body arching as she tried to take him in. Every movement sent shockwaves through her, pain mingling with heat, quickly melting into pleasure that made her toes curl.
Slap—slap—slap
The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, wet and unrelenting. Her moans mixed with the rhythm, soft at first, then louder, uncontrolled.
"Ahh… mmhh—! M-Master… deeper…!"
His hand caught her chin, forcing her hazy eyes to meet his.
"Say it properly."
Her lips trembled, breath hitching as another thrust made her cry out. "M-Master! Please! Don't stop!"
Yami's smirk curved dark and satisfied. "Good girl."
He shifted, driving into her harder, faster each stroke making her walls tighten desperately around him.
Shlick… slap… shlick
The lewd noises only fueled him, her voice breaking into a chorus of gasps and cries.
"Ahhhnn—! Mmmhh—! Yes… yes…!"
Her legs clamped tighter around his waist, dragging him in deeper, refusing to let go. She was lost in him, body trembling, mind melting into nothing but his name.
"Yami…! Master…! I'm—I'm…!"
Her climax hit hard, a shudder running through her entire body as her cry echoed in the room.
Ahnn—!
She clung to him like he was the only thing holding her together, eyes clouded with tears and bliss.
Yami didn't let up. His pace grew rougher, chasing his own release, every thrust marking her deeper. With a guttural growl, he finally spilled into her, heat flooding her core.
He stayed there, buried inside, holding her tight as if daring the world to try and pull them apart.
Ella, still trembling, pressed her lips to his ear, her voice weak but laced with absolute devotion.
"…Forever yours."
Ella was still trembling when Yami pulled out, his release dripping from her, the sheets damp with sweat and lust.
She barely had time to catch her breath before he flipped her over onto her stomach.
"W-Wait—Master…?" she gasped, but her protest melted into a shiver as he forced her onto her hands and knees.
Her ass rose high, trembling as she balanced herself, hair falling in messy strands across her flushed face. Yami gripped her hips firmly, his voice low, commanding.
"You thought I was finished? No… not until you remember who you belong to."
She whimpered, half-plea, half-desire.
"Master… I-I'm yours… please…"
Slap!
His hand came down hard on her ass, the sharp sound making her yelp.
"Say it louder."
"I'M YOURS!" she cried, tears brimming in her eyes, body arching back toward him.
Satisfied, Yami aligned himself and without warning, thrust deep into her from behind.
Slap! Slap! Shlick! Shlick!
"Ahhh—!" Ella screamed, her arms shaking as his pace immediately grew relentless.
The wet sounds of their joining filled the room, lewd and echoing. Her moans broke into gasps with every impact.
"Fuck… you're tight like this," Yami growled, fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave marks.
"Your body's clenching around me like it was made for this."
"M-Made for you, Master—ahhhnn! I was made for you!" she sobbed, voice muffled as her cheek pressed into the sheets.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
The rhythm was brutal, his hips slamming into her ass, flesh meeting flesh with obscene sounds. Drool slipped from her lips as her cries turned shameless.
"Ahhh! Hahhh—! More…! Deeper… please!"
Yami leaned forward, one hand tangling in her hair, yanking her head back so she was forced to look at him over her shoulder. His breath ghosted hot against her ear.
"Look at you, moaning like a whore just for me. Begging for my cock."
"Yes! I'm your whore! Only yours, Master ahhhhnnn!"
Her walls clenched violently as another orgasm ripped through her, body convulsing under him.
Shlick—slap—slap!
Her scream echoed, raw and broken, but she never tried to escape.
Yami slammed into her harder, chasing his own edge, his growl filling the room. "Good… then take it all."
With one final thrust, he buried himself deep, spilling into her again.
Shhhhlckk…
The wet sound of his release mixing with hers was filthy, raw, undeniable.
Ella collapsed forward, trembling, her body quivering from the overstimulation. Her voice was hoarse, but her words still clung with desperate devotion.
"…More… if it's you, Master… I can take more…"
But when Yami lay beside her, she immediately curled against him, trembling yet unwilling to create even an inch of distance.
Her wine-red eyes were glassy, cheeks still flushed, lips swollen from his kisses. But through the exhaustion, her voice carried nothing but sincerity.
"…Master. Even if I break… even if my body can't handle it… I'll still be yours."
Yami brushed a strand of damp hair from her face, his hand lingering on her cheek. For the first time, his touch wasn't commanding it was gentle.
"You won't break," he murmured, pressing his forehead to hers. "Not while you belong to me."
She closed her eyes, finally allowing herself to rest, a faint smile tugging at her lips. Her arms stayed looped around him even in sleep, her breathing evening out in quiet trust.
Yami lay awake a while longer, staring at the ceiling. His chest felt heavy, not from the act itself, but from the realization that settled deep in his bones.
She wasn't just his creation anymore.
Not just a tool.
Not just a servant.
She was the one thing in this world he couldn't afford to lose.
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An opposite scene played out far away.
Aki Tomoya was dead gone right before Eriri's eyes.
But instead of heartbreak, she felt only fear… and the stark clarity that came after staring down death.
His death was his own doing. Ignoring warnings, pushing ahead blindly it was a straight road to the grave.
All Eriri wanted now was to live long enough to see her mother again.
Her mind, blank moments ago, began to fill again with a fragile determination.
Even so, her body trembled without end. Along the way, she'd seen too many people die turning into motes of light in the jaws of mutant beasts.
She didn't know if it was truly "death" or some cruel trick… but the thought of never seeing her mother again was enough to make her chest tighten.
When she finally looked around, the man from earlier was gone.
Shaky legs coated in dust carried her to her feet. She wrapped her arms around herself and forced her way toward the door.
It was still night outside.
Her gaze was drawn immediately to the strange barrier not far away a flowing, dark wall that shimmered faintly like liquid shadow.
Looking up, she saw it blanketing the entire starry sky.
She had no idea what it was.
But she pressed her lips together, steeling herself, and reached out a hand.
The barrier stirred at her touch, slowly parting just enough to make an opening.
"…"
Eriri hesitated for only a moment before stepping through.
"ROAR!"
The instant she stepped through, a piercing roar split the night.
Eriri spun around in terror just in time to see a massive mutant rhinoceros skewered by jagged black spikes erupting from the barrier.
Its bulk crashed to the ground with a thunderous thud.
Across the way, more mutant beasts were caught mid-charge, ensnared by the same inky tendrils.
A mutated hyena, its blood-red eyes glinting, caught sight of her.
"Wooo—!"
It lunged without warning.
"Ah!"
Eriri stumbled backward, heart hammering in her chest.
But before the beast could reach her, the barrier's opening sealed shut, cutting it off completely.
She didn't wait to process it, her legs moved on instinct, carrying her at full sprint back into the mall.
By the time she collapsed in a corner, her lungs burned and her whole body shook.
It took several long moments before her breathing slowed enough for her to notice… something strange.
Under the dim glow of the emergency lights, her shadow stretched unnaturally reaching all the way toward where the dark barrier stood.
"…A shadow?"
The memory clicked.
When that man killed Aki Tomoya, the shadows had moved impaling him in an instant.
And just now, the barrier's spikes had done the same to the mutant beasts.
Was… he protecting me?
The thought didn't make sense. He'd killed someone right in front of her someone who, until recently, had been part of her life.
He'd caught a bullet meant for her. Now… he was shielding her again.
Her thoughts knotted into an indecipherable mess. She didn't want to think anymore.
Curling up, she buried her head against her knees.
Maybe… if I fall asleep, I'll wake up and all of this will just be a dream.
"Phew… now that was fun."
Back in the mutant beast city of the virtual world, Yami stretched lazily.
Ella might still be inexperienced, but her race's traits made her a terrifying fighter.
If her current body weren't weakened, he might have… indulged a little more.
Assigning her a few tasks, he exited back to the real-world instance.
Dawn's first light crept over the ruins.
In the corner of the mall, he spotted a small figure curled up tightly, her breathing faint but steady.
With every inhale, the shadow barrier tethered to her flickered faintly proof she'd kept it up all night.
The kill count on mutant beasts wasn't high, but considering her state, that was irrelevant.
Yami approached, crouching beside her. His hand landed gently atop her head.
"Hey. Wake up."
"Mmm… Mom… lemme sleep a little longer…" she mumbled groggily.
But as her senses returned, something felt wrong.
That voice low, masculine wasn't her mother's.
Her eyes shot open, and the sight of the man from yesterday squatting right in front of her made her whole body jolt.
"Y-y-y-you…!!"
She scrambled backward on instinct—only to hit the unyielding corner behind her.
"Quiet."
The sharpness in his tone froze her instantly.
Eriri clamped both hands over her mouth, trembling, not daring to make another sound.
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