Xu Fu gave a little start.
"Ah—…!"
Her body reacted instantly, reflexively, without a moment's thought. Her back arched again, her head fell onto Kuro's shoulder, and her breathing became ragged once more.
"Ma… Master… enough… stop…"
But the word "enough" sounded fragile.
More like a lie she wasn't even sure she wanted to keep up.
Kuro moved closer, his voice low, almost like a murmur meant only for him.
"If it's enough… why are you still welcoming it?"
His movements shifted slightly—deeper in meaning, not just in distance. Like reopening a door that had been forced shut.
Xu Fu bit her lip, a small sound escaping again—quieter, but all the more honest.
"…don't ask…"
Her hand clutched Kuro's clothes, weakly, but enough to show she was still there—even if she was nearly swept away entirely.
That warmth swirled back.
No longer like a rushing current—but a vortex that slowly drew her in, held her, and repeated, leaving no room to truly break free.
"Ha… ah… hah…"
Xu Fu's breathing grew increasingly erratic.
Every small movement felt amplified—like an echo that refused to stop in a closed space.
Kuro gave only a faint smile.
"See?" he whispered. "You're always like this… at the very end."
Xu Fu shook his head weakly—or perhaps he was just trying to.
But her body betrayed again.
Weakening.
Remaining open.
Like someone who already knew… that he wouldn't truly be stopped.
And amidst the ragged breaths—he finally whispered, almost inaudibly:
"…don't stop…"
The night went on.
Slowly.
Without haste—yet also without mercy.
***
An hour passed again.
Now Xu Fu sat there—almost losing her sense of self. Her body felt light, too light, as if she were only being held together by something in front of her, preventing her from completely collapsing.
Kuro stood before her.
Close.
Too close.
The girl's face was there—guided, directed—moving in a rhythm that was no longer her own.
Forward.
Backward.
Like a small wave forced to follow a larger current.
Her breathing was ragged.
Stuttering.
Sometimes too deep, sometimes gone entirely—as if every movement stole the air that should have been hers.
"Ha…♡ ah…♡ ngh—…"
The voice was no longer clear.
Only fragments of breath, broken midway.
Beneath them, the warmth that had been spilling out for so long could no longer be hidden. It pooled silently—a trace of something that kept repeating without pause.
Xu Fu's body trembled.
Weak.
Yet the girl's slender hand remained there—holding on, not resisting, even… as if ensuring that distance wasn't truly gone.
Kuro watched her.
Calm.
Setting the rhythm like someone who knew the exact limits… and deliberately played with them.
Xu Fu flinched slightly every time the rhythm shifted—her head lifted a little, then fell back, following a direction she no longer controlled.
"…Master… enough… hah… I—"
But she words dissolved.
Lost amidst movements that left no room to finish even a single sentence.
Then—Kuro stopped.
Suddenly.
And in that pause—something flowed.
Like a dam that could no longer withstand the pressure—warm, torrential, without warning.
Xu Fu froze instantly.
Her gentle eyes widened for a moment.
Her body reflexively tried to pull away—a small cough caught in her throat, her labored breathing stuttered, as if trying to resist something coming too fast.
"—kh…! ha… ah…!"
But there was no room to truly resist. All the girl could do was endure—swallowing the remnants of that surge with chaotic breaths, her body trembling more violently than before.
A few seconds.
Or perhaps longer.
Time felt blurred.
Until finally—it all subsided.
Kuro slowly pulled away.
Creating some distance.
Xu Fu remained there.
Silent.
Her soft breathing was still ragged, her shoulders rising and falling irregularly, her eyes half-empty—as if part of her was still left behind in that place.
A drop of warmth fell from her chin.
Then another.
She didn't even wipe them away.
Just sitting… trying to remember how to breathe properly.
Kuro looked down at him.
His expression was calm as usual.
"Can you still do it?" he asked lightly.
Xu Fu didn't answer right away.
A few seconds passed—then a small laugh escaped her lips.
Hoarse. Weary. Yet the tone remained the same… too honest to hide.
"…You… really have no boundaries, do you…"
Her hand moved slowly—still trembling—searching for support. He forced herself to stand, her body wobbling, then turned back to Kuro.
Her palm pressed against the cargo bay wall; the cold metal felt like the only thing still real.
But the way her body remained open—it was clear he didn't really want to distance herself.
Kuro chuckled softly.
"You… are quite greedy, aren't you."
His steps drew closer, calm, unhurried—as if he knew there was nothing truly worth chasing.
"Or…" his voice dropped, "are you just clinging to it too tightly?"
Xu Fu wanted to answer.
But her breath caught first.
Not because the words were hard to form—
but because her body reacted faster than own mind.
Kuro didn't stop.
His movements were gentle—yet too precise, touching a rarely touched spot, causing Xu Fu's body to tense up instantly before slowly trembling.
"Ah—…!"
The sound just slipped out.
Without permission.
Without control.
Kuro leaned in slightly, closer—close enough to see the reaction she couldn't hide.
Her hand moved slowly, finding a small bud in the middle of the hidden garden, touching it gently—turning it slowly as if testing the reaction that emerged from it.
Xu Fu jolted immediately.
His body lost its balance for a moment, his breath breaking into tiny fragments.
"Ha… ah… don't… that…"
But every word he spoke only seemed to open the door wider.
Kuro merely smiled faintly.
"Don't?" he repeated softly. "Then… why is your body enjoying it?"
His fingers kept moving—slowly, patiently—like someone savoring how a single small touch could spread throughout the entire body.
Xu Fu bit her lip.
But her voice still escaped—softer, more chaotic, as if every tiny tremor within her was echoed endlessly.
And when Kuro finally began to move again—the rhythm came slowly.
Then settled.
Filling the space between Xu Fu's increasingly irregular breaths.
"Ah… ha… hah…"
No more words.
Only sounds and a body slowly losing the line between holding back… or giving in.
Warm fluid continued to flow freely between her wet lips, causing the pool beneath her to spread further.
A few moments passed—without any clear sense of time.
Until finally—Kuro stopped again.
Silence.
And in that silence—the final wave came without warning.
Xu Fu tensed instantly, her fingers gripping the wall tighter, her breath catching briefly before resuming in ragged gasps.
"…Ma… s…ter…"
The voice was barely audible.
But it was enough to be heard.
Kuro remained there, motionless.
Giving space.
Allowing the ripples that had been so wild… to slowly subside, like the sea finally returning to calm after a long storm.
A few seconds passed.
Or perhaps longer.
Finally—Xu Fu's body lurched forward.
She was completely spent.
She leaned against the cargo wall, then slowly sank to the floor, like a rope that had finally snapped after being pulled too long.
Her breathing was still ragged.
Her eyes were half-open, but not quite focused.
Kuro crouched in front of her.
Staring at that girl for a moment.
Then—a faint, almost friendly smile appeared on his face.
"Want some more… or not?" he asked calmly.
Xu Fu tried to lift her head.
She failed.
Her lips parted, but all that came out was a weak breath that broke off midway.
"Ha… ah… you…"
She gave a small laugh.
Hoarse.
Empty.
"…you're crazy…"
Her hand moved slightly—trembling—as if wanting to push Kuro away.
But it stopped midway.
Instead of pushing—she weakly clutched the hem of his shirt.
"…I can't even… stand up…"
Her tone sounded like a protest.
But deep down—there was still that same remnant.
Kuro stared at it for a moment.
Then he let out a short sigh.
"All right," he said casually. "I guess… that's enough for tonight."
He stood up.
His movements were light, as if what had just happened hadn't drained him at all.
He turned around.
"Get yourself together after you've rested enough," he continued without looking back. "And clean all this up."
His footsteps began to fade away.
"While I'm at it… I want to check on Tony Stark."
Kuro's footsteps paused briefly near the cargo door.
Xu Fu was still on the floor.
Silent.
Her breathing slowly began to steady—though it was still labored.
She stared up at Kuro's back, her eyes slightly narrowed.
"…Master…"
Hee voice was soft.
But this time—clearer.
Kuro stopped.
Tilting his head slightly.
"…next time…"
Xu Fu took a breath; her voice was still weak—but a hint of mischief lingered.
"…don't ask… if I want to or not…"
A moment of silence.
Then—Kuro smiled faintly.
Without turning his head.
"In that case," he replied lightly, "next time… I won't stop at all."
The cargo door opened.
The cold night air seeped in slowly.
And without another word, Kuro stepped out, leaving Xu Fu still sitting there—his breathing slowly returning to normal, and the lingering warmth not quite gone yet.
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Author's note:
Okay. Let's stop Kuro from having brutal sex on Xu Fu. Let the servant rest
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