Without saying much, Kuro immediately used all five tickets in his hand.
Ding!
[Congratulations, you have obtained a World Travel Ticket.]
[Congratulations, you have obtained fifty Mithril swords from another world.]
[Congratulations, you have obtained 250,000 gold coins.]
[Congratulations, you have obtained fifty Vibranium bars, each weighing 500 grams.]
[Congratulations, you have obtained a Chatalyz Summon Ticket. With this ticket, you can summon any Heroic Spirit as long as you possess a Catalyst.]
Instantly—the silent space filled with sound.
The items began to materialize from the void one after another, then fell onto the white marble floor like a rain of metal and light.
Kuro stared at everything.
His brows lifted slightly.
"Oh…" he muttered softly. "Turns out it's not bad at all."
He looked down and picked up one of the nearby Vibranium bars.
The metal was cold.
Dense.
Its weight was clearly felt in his hand.
"…Even this," he continued quietly, "I didn't expect the system to give me Vibranium—and in this amount too."
He weighed it for a moment—then casually threw it back onto the pile as if it were just a stone.
His gaze shifted next.
Landing alternately on the World Travel Ticket and the Chatalyz Summon Ticket.
"According to the system's explanation—this time the ticket can summon any Heroic Spirit at any time, as long as I have a catalyst?" he muttered quietly. "Should I use it now?"
A brief silence.
He stared at it a little longer.
Considering.
"Hm… better save it for later," he finally decided.
Kuro stood upright.
"Alright…"
His gaze returned to calm.
"Time to leave."
He took a single step forward—and his body immediately dissolved into fragments of golden light, scattering briefly into the air before disappearing without a trace.
Once outside the Gate, Kuro found himself already standing on Vimana, hovering quietly in the night sky.
Stealth mode active.
No sound.
No trace.
Even the military radar systems of the United States… would not be able to detect the presence of the treasure.
A thin night wind blew.
The dark sky stretched endlessly, dotted with faint stars.
Kuro walked casually across the golden surface of Vimana, his steps light—almost soundless—until he finally sat on the nearby golden throne.
His back leaned against it.
Legs crossed.
His right hand supported his head, tilted slightly as it rested on the throne's armrest.
His posture was relaxed.
Calm.
As if the world below… had nothing to do with him.
"Let's go home…" he muttered softly.
In an instant, the jade wings on Vimana ignited.
A gentle light radiated outward, followed by particles of magic scattering like glittering dust in the air.
The next moment—without explosion, without pressure—Vimana surged forward.
Fast.
Extremely fast.
Piercing through the night sky, vanishing into the darkness like a shadow that had never truly existed.
***
As soon as he arrived, Kuro landed gently on the roof of the shop—hidden enough to avoid anyone's attention.
A golden light briefly shimmered as the Vimana was swallowed back into the Gate of Babylon. Silence reclaimed the space.
Without much noise, Kuro opened the rooftop door and stepped inside.
His footsteps were calm as he descended the stairs… until he reached the corridor.
There—Kama was already waiting.
Leaning casually against the wall, as if Kuro's presence wasn't something to be questioned, but something she had already "anticipated" from the very beginning.
Dim corridor light softly fell across her body.
She was wearing an apron—or more precisely, she let the thin fabric be the only barrier between her and the outside world.
Like morning mist that barely hides anything, only giving the illusion that something is covered… when in reality, it only invites attention.
Kuro's eyebrow immediately rose.
"Kama…" his voice remained flat, but there was a small pause—barely noticeable. "Why are you dressed like that?"
His gaze briefly dropped—long enough to register it, too short to be called staring—before returning to her face.
"And…" he let out a quiet sigh. "Mini mode? Seriously?"
Kama simply smiled.
A sweet smile—yet dangerous, like honey hiding poison at its core.
"So Master-san can feel more motivated," she replied lightly.
She pushed herself off the wall and walked closer with an unhurried pace.
Slow.
Without hesitation.
Once she arrived, both her arms wrapped around Kuro's waist—light, yet firm enough to hold him in place.
"Welcome home, Master-san," she whispered softly.
Her face tilted slightly upward.
"Do you want to take a bath first… eat first…" she paused for a moment, her smile carrying meaning, "…or m-e?"
Kuro let out a quiet sigh.
A faint smile appeared on his lips—more amused than tempted.
He leaned forward slightly, matching her height.
"How about…" he said casually, "…we eat first?"
A pause.
His eyes met Kama's directly.
"The menu is you, eaten while still warm."
Kama fell silent for a split second.
Then—her smile widened slightly.
Not in surprise.
More like… satisfaction.
"In that case…" she replied softly, her tone still gentle but clearly teasing, "Master-san has to make sure… not to leave anything behind."
Her hands rose, circling Kuro's shoulders.
Pulling him in slowly—like she truly wanted the distance gone, not just reduced.
Their faces drew closer until their warm breaths met.
Kuro let out a light chuckle.
"Itadakimasu~"
And this time—he didn't just "taste."
He sank into it.
Two thin lines met, then slowly locked together—not merely a touch, but like two currents finally finding the same path.
Deep.
Soft.
Yet as time passed… it became harder to tell who was giving, and who was taking.
The silent corridor seemed to fade away.
What remained was only the rhythm of breathing—and something deeper than that.
"Ngah…♡ Nn…♡ Mm…♡ haah…♡"
The sound slipped out.
Stifled.
Yet because of that… it felt even more real.
At the same time—Kuro's hand moved slowly, slipping beneath the apron.
Like someone tracing the petals of a flower long veiled by morning dew—touching carefully, sensing every subtle reaction born from the right kind of contact.
Kama's body tensed for a moment.
Her eyes widened briefly—just a flash of surprise.
Then slowly… she melted.
Like petals finally opening under a warmth too gentle to resist.
"Mm…♡ haah…♡"
A subtle tremor rippled through her.
Almost imperceptible—yet enough to throw her breathing off rhythm.
The touch didn't stop.
Instead, it grew slower.
Deeper.
As if every second were deliberately stretched out.
As if he were truly "savoring his meal" without rushing to finish it.
When their faces finally parted—only a single, transparent thread remained stretched between them… before slowly snapping.
Yet that closeness didn't truly vanish.
Kuro's hand was still "there."
Still moving to the same rhythm.
And Kama's body responded—with a slight tremor that grew harder to hide.
Kuro smiled.
Calm.
Satisfied.
"Ready for the next step?" he asked softly. "My goddess of love."
Kama gazed at the man.
Her eyes were half-closed, her breathing still uneven.
But her sweet smile… was far deeper than before.
"You don't need to ask…" she whispered. "Master-san."
Kuro slowly stopped his game.
But the traces he left behind were still there—warm, damp… like dew left on petals touched too long by the morning.
Without a word, he lifted Kama's body effortlessly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
In a single, almost simultaneous motion, the last barrier between them vanished.
He drew closer—slowly, almost cautiously—letting that warmth find its own way between the petals that were already open and wet, as if they'd been waiting from the very beginning.
Not rushed.
Not rough.
Just a gentle pressure… that slowly asserted its presence.
"Ahh…♡"
Kama's voice broke.
Soft—yet too honest to hide.
Kuro paused for a moment.
Just to feel—how that "depth" welcomed him.
Then he began to move.
Up.
Down.
Slowly… then deeper.
Like the wind, too caught up in the way it sways the dew-covered flowers—pushing, pulling… then sinking back into them.
"Haah…♡ mmh…♡ ahh…♡ haah…♡"
The sound now flowed formlessly.
Kama's body responded completely—following the established rhythm, even though every movement made her lose a little control.
Like soil that keeps receiving rain… until it no longer knows whether to hold back or give in.
Kuro's movements remained steady.
But the longer it went on… the deeper it went.
As if he were deliberately seeking out the most sensitive spot—the place where every touch turned into an unstoppable wave.
"Mmgh…♡ ahh…♡ haah…♡"
That moan broke out again.
More clearly.
More openly.
Like something that had finally, truly collapsed.
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