Chapter 13: Not All Milk Is Called Meiji
People often say someone has a bewitching, almost demonic charm that draws others in like moths to a flame.
In Takumi's case, thanks to his Magic-Enhanced Charisma, that figure of speech had become literal description.
The girl whose mental defenses had already crumbled under captivity—Nao—was captured almost instantly the moment that reinforced charm washed over her.
The effect was so close to the legendary charm spells of old that there was hardly any difference.
Even though Takumi's hands were roaming over her untouched body, she only felt sweet pleasure—like the most natural thing in the world when you're head-over-heels with your beloved.
She melted completely into his arms.
Clink.
The shackles on her wrists rattled.
She had tried to wrap her arms around him, but the chains were too short.
"These shackles are getting in the way… Where's the key again? Well, the duration on my charm boost is limited anyway. Better make it quick."
Takumi knew the enchantment wouldn't last forever, so he decided to go all-in right now.
His body trembled as he hugged the half-naked girl tightly. That warm, wonderful softness made every single pore on his body feel like it was sighing in bliss.
He greedily inhaled the pure, virgin fragrance coming from her skin.
His hands slid down her silky back—everywhere he touched was impossibly soft. It felt like his palms had turned into tongues, tasting her sweetness over and over.
He honestly wished he could become a tentacle monster with a hundred hands so he could claim every single inch of her.
Eventually his hands had to part ways.
The left one traveled downward, cupping her perfectly perky peach of an ass. First over the pure-white panties… then, unsatisfied with just that thin barrier, he slipped inside, grabbing one perfect half and squeezing.
A tiny pained yet sweet yelp escaped the aroused girl.
His right hand moved upward, gently wrapping around her graceful swan-like neck. A slight pressure tilted her head back, and then he sealed her lips with his own.
She closed her eyes, letting out muffled "mmn… mmn…" sounds, struggling to breathe under his dominating kiss.
Slowly his right hand slid down, stopping at one of the bra straps. With instinctive dexterity he unhooked the clasp.
The moment it came loose, because their bodies were pressed so tightly together, the cups still clung to her large, soft breasts and didn't fall.
But his left hand kept kneading, while the other slowly tugged her panties down.
In the middle of her dazed, chaotic arousal, Nao was stripped of her last piece of modesty.
Finally, just before the charm effect ran out, Takumi released her.
A thin silver thread of saliva still connected their lips.
Her face was flushed crimson—maybe from lack of oxygen, maybe from overwhelming shame and arousal. Probably both.
She put her hands lightly on his chest, offering a weak, token resistance.
That last kiss had nearly suffocated her.
The moment a little space opened between them—bounce—the bra finally gave up and fell to the floor with a soft thud.
Cool air hit her chest. Instinctively she covered herself, trying to keep the naughty bunnies from escaping.
Takumi gently held her shoulders and spoke softly.
"Are you ready to become my woman?"
Nao closed her eyes and let out a tiny, shy hum through her nose.
Takumi's heart leaped with joy. He kissed her again.
This time she let her hands fall away from her chest, wrapping her arms around him instead, letting her bare breasts press firmly against his chest—fueling the fire of his desire even more.
Down below, a certain trunk began to burn with heat, forcefully lifting the double-layered elastic waistband of his pants into a proud tent.
The demonic crest on his forehead sensed the surging lust and sent pleasant electric currents through his body as reward.
The stimulation actually cleared his head a little.
He reluctantly released Nao, then guided her small hand… straight to the location of the elephant.
The moment her fingers brushed it, she flinched as if slapped by a trunk and tried to pull back.
But under Takumi's gentle insistence, she eventually wrapped her trembling hand around it.
Her face turned so red it looked ready to catch fire. When she finally opened her eyes, those beautiful orbs were practically brimming with moisture, crescent moons of scarlet.
"Give big bro elephant his kiss first. He's really angry right now, see?"
Under the pressure of both hands on her shoulders, half-resisting, she slowly squatted down.
When she saw the towering tent up close—
"Ah—!"
She squeezed her eyes shut again.
After a brief inner war, she surrendered.
With shaking fingers she pulled down his pants.
The wild elephant sprang free at last and—smack!—slapped her cheek with its full, unrestrained vigor.
"Too embarrassing…!"
Takumi fled from the world of "Kankin Shoujo [Re:Union]" in utter disgrace.
The demonic crest on his forehead pulsed with heat, signaling that his mana had been replenished.
Completing the second stage of the mana-recovery plan in that world had not only granted him an extra 10 points of capacity—it had also fully restored everything he'd spent, bringing him to a clean 24 points.
And yet he felt zero joy.
Only burning shame.
"Five seconds… I lasted five seconds."
On the E: drive icon, Nao was blankly touching the 'Meiji milk' splattered across her face.
When she saw Takumi's panicked escape, she froze for a moment… then seemed to realize what happened.
A tiny, stifled giggle escaped her.
Takumi slammed the E: drive shut and buried his burning face in his hands.
A miserable groan echoed in his mind.
Five seconds.
She'd barely brushed it with her lips, given one shy lick, then timidly taken it into her mouth—and he was already done.
For a virgin shut-in like him, the stimulation was apocalyptic.
There was no way he could have lasted.
Still… still… it was mortifying!
"Don't tell me I'm going to go down in history as 'Five Second' from now on…"
He knew full well that a real blowjob was on a completely different level of stimulation compared to his lonely right hand.
Failing to last was only natural.
But the shame still burned.
He weakly asked the demonic crest:
"…Can I use mana reinforcement to improve… endurance down there?"
Any magic-user in the world would probably die of second-hand embarrassment from that question.
But the crest had no emotions.
It simply replied:
Possible. Equivalent to taking a side-effect-free Viagra.
However, using mana for this purpose is shameful.
Combat power rating: 5 trash.
Takumi gave an awkward laugh.
Still—he let out a huge sigh of relief.
Honestly, he felt like this was the most important possible use of mana.
If he couldn't bring true happiness (and satisfaction) to his future harem, then all the love in the world would be empty words.
As the saying goes: love isn't talked—it's done.
Takumi opened the desk drawer, revealing several packs of disinfectant wipes (you know… for that).
He grabbed a few, then reopened the E: drive and stepped back into the world of "Kankin Shoujo".
The moment Nao saw him return, she started,
"Kouichi-kun, you—"
"Don't talk yet. First wipe your face. I'm looking for the key to take off the shackles."
"You… You're really going to let me go?"
"Yeah. Originally I planned to… completely devour you first, then release you. But I changed my mind.
The final step… I have no experience. You're a virgin too. Doing it forcefully in this dark place wouldn't leave either of us with good memories."
Hearing that, Nao covered her face with both hands and started crying again—this time tears of overwhelming relief and joy.
Takumi walked over and spoke gently.
"I'm sorry. I did a lot of awful things. If an apology makes it even a little easier to bear—"
"Stop. Just… don't change your mind. That's enough.
I swear I won't tell anyone what happened here. Absolutely no one."
Takumi carefully wiped away the white traces he'd left on her face with the wet wipes—only a little remained at the corner of her mouth.
For some reason, a certain commercial slogan popped into his head.
Not all milk… is called Meiji.
He couldn't help but chuckle softly as he cleaned her up completely.
He hadn't reached the final step.
He wouldn't get the last 10 points or the miraculous copy skill.
But strangely, he didn't regret it.
In the end, he couldn't become a complete beast.
His conscience was still too solid a triangle to be worn down so easily.
It hurt too much when it stabbed back.
And besides… he'd already accomplished things he used to only dream about:
Kissing a 2D beautiful girl, climaxing on her face, receiving a blowjob.
The real, proper final step—the one that comes when feelings are at their peak—was still waiting for the right moment.
It took ten full minutes to find the key.
Nao had already put her clothes back on.
Takumi removed the shackles, gently massaged her numb wrists that had been bound for so long, then led her to the deepest part of the chamber.
He pushed aside a cabinet.
A hidden door appeared.
When he gently opened it, bright sunlight poured in, flooding the filthy room and chasing away the darkness.
Birdsong and insect chirps drifted in from outside.
"Close your eyes first. It's been too long—you'll hurt them if you open them right away."
Following his gentle instruction, Nao shut her eyes.
Only after they adjusted did she slowly open them again.
She turned back—
Takumi was standing right at the threshold.
Some invisible force seemed to pin him in place; he couldn't take even one step outside.
She broke into a run, breathing in the free air with all her might—
Then suddenly stopped.
She walked back to him, looked up…
and slapped him hard across the face.
The sound rang out sharp and clear.
"Looks like the charm finally wore off, huh."
Takumi thought with self-mocking amusement.
Then he heard her start sobbing.
Suddenly she threw herself into his arms.
"I hate you. I hate you so much! You pervert, you imprisoned me, stole my first kiss, made me do… that kind of thing…
But why—why is hate the only thing I feel? Why do I still want to hold onto you? This is so weird… Did my heart turn rotten too?
Uuu… you pervert… You're like a nail. You pulled the nail out, but the wound doesn't disappear…
You jerk…!"
Takumi froze.
Then he realized—the invisible force blocking the doorway had vanished.
Still holding Nao, he stepped out onto the sunlit grass.
Behind them stood an abandoned building, and above them stretched endless, dazzling sunlight…
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