Chapter 38: One Week Left to Fall in Love with Me— I Mean, Shishi-no-su

Hold up! The system was talking?

I mean, directly talking to… me?

Not just pinging notifications, but actually responding like a real person.

I have to say something back… but… what do I call it?

Just saying “System” is too awkward, right? So maybe Tem or Sys?

“…S… Sys?” I muttered, half expecting it to ignore me, but…

[Understood: I will now be referred to as Sys.]

“So… Sys it is.” I blinked at the empty air. “But hey, Sys, what does being an Arch Human mean for me? Am I not human anymore?”

[Clarification: Not exactly; Benjamin Mark is still a human, but just of a superior nature now. Closer to the spirits.]

Ignoring the “closer to the spirits” mention, relief hit me like cool water.

I hadn’t lost my humanity after all! Despite sleeping with every anomaly who crossed my path.

I exhaled deeply, sinking back against the pillows.

“That’s… good, I guess.”

Just then the sliding door opened with a soft whisper.

Sakura stepped in wearing this thin, suggestive yukata of pale peach silk that clung to her curves like it had virtually been painted on.

The fabric was so fine it was practically translucent in the morning (or was it afternoon?) light, the neckline sloping low enough to show the inner swell of her portable breasts.

GULP.

Ugh, I feel so disgusting, getting turned on after yesterday’s merrymaking.

Whatever, the yukata was tied loosely with a crimson obi that looked one tug away from completely unraveling.

Her pink hair cascaded loose over her shoulders, and her amber eyes softened the instant they landed on me.

“Ah. You’re awake,” she greeted, her voice soothing and warm.

When she crossed the tatami with those graceful steps, the hem of the yukata brushed her thighs with every movement.

I sat up straighter and responded. “Yeah. I’m… fine. Just, er, evolved, apparently.”

“Indeed, I saw the golden glow.” She smiled at my statement, a small and telling smile. “Kurosawa Ren went through something similar once, but surely he didn’t wake up for two weeks. You’ve only been unconscious for six days.”

“…Six days?” My stomach dropped at her words.

I never knew so much time had passed…

I mean, how does Sakura feel about this?

“Uhm, I’m so sorry. You wanted me to stay two weeks, but—”

“Of course not.” She cut me off gently, climbing onto the bed with flowing elegance. The yukata parted slightly as she knelt beside me, revealing the smooth line of her thigh. “As long as you’re fine and in good health, I’m glad… And I still have a week to dazzle you and make you fall in love with me— I mean, Shishi-no-su!”

Wh-What kind of verbal slip was that?! Was she implying something?

From my visibly stunned expression, her cheeks pinked, but she didn’t look away from me.

I swallowed and apologized. “I’m sorry, Sakura. I didn’t mean to worry you.”

She shook her head, then leaned in towards me.

Then her lips brushed mine… just our lips touching at first. But then it smashed into each other—deeper and hungrier.

I winced as her tongue slipped past my teeth, tasting me like she’d been starving for it.

I groaned into her mouth, my hands finding her waist, and my fingers sinking into the silk and the warm skin beneath it.

She kissed me like she was pouring everything, the six days of worry, her relief, and her desire, all into it, and all at once.

I got her feelings clear, then I responded.

Her hands slid up my chest, and her dark claws dragging lightly over my nipples, making me hiss against her lips.

The yukata loosened further from our stirring; one shoulder slipped down, baring the perfect view of her breast.

……Okay, time to eat.

I broke the kiss long enough to drag my mouth down her neck, sucking at the pulse point until she moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair as she bent her head.

“Benjamin…” she breathed with trembling voice. “I missed this. I missed you so much.”

Huh…? There’s something off here…

Since I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, I ignored it and focused on Sakura.

I pulled her closer, gently guiding her to straddle my lap. As usual, she was so soft and supple.

The thin silk, however, did nothing to hide how wet she had already become; the heat of her pussy pressed against my hardening cock through the fabric.

She began to rock gently, grinding down in lazy orbits, and moaning softly every time her clit dragged along my cock.

I pulled the obi open, and the yukata fell apart like waterfall, mounding around her hips.

Her breasts also fell free—portable and round—her nipples already stiff as stone, and pink from arousal.

I took one into my mouth, sucking on it hard, with my tongue naughtily grazing the peak while my hand worked the other, pinching just enough to make her bend from it.

“Ah—y-yes, like that…” she gasped, as her hips rolled faster. “Benjamin, touch me as well… touch me everywhere…!”

With that signal, my other hand slid between her thighs, with my fingers finding her soaked lower opening.

And damn. She was really dripping; slippery fluids coated my fingers as I circled her clit, then pushed two fingers inside her narrow love door.

From that action of mine, she clamped around me immediately, her inner walls trembling, as a fresh gush of wetness ran down my wrist.

Not wasting a second, she began to ride my fingers brazenly, her breasts bouncing with every of her movement. And her head was thrown back, as her pink hair fluttered like silk.

“More… please, Benjamin… I need your cock, now…”

Eh…? Something truly is off here. Sakura seems more… I don’t know how to put it.

Anyway, let’s not think about the hard stuff—I’m actually horny too.

I instantly pulled my fingers free; they were so slimy and shining. Then I guided her hips up.

She reached down and wrapped her slender hand around my dick, then positioned the tip at her vagina’s doorway.

Afterward, she sank down—with a sluggish and intentional stride—consuming every inch of me until her ass relaxed against my thighs.

The slow absorption of those wet fleshy parts made me grunt. And she also moaned from the penetration.

Inside there, she was hot and impossibly pleasant. The walls of her privates were rippling around me like she was somehow trying to pull me deeper into her body.

She started riding me without alert. She would make slow lifts, but decent with hard drops, each one forcing a wet slap of both our skins.

Her breasts bounced in front of my face, practically begging me to capture them. And I did.

I caught a nipple between my teeth, biting it lightly while she cried out as she pumped me.

“Fuck… Benjamin… yes… harder… Like that!” with that sweet, feminine voice of an angel.

I gripped her hips, thrusting up to meet her, slamming into her cervix with every stroke.

In response, her pussy squeezed me like a fleshy fist, her juices dripping down my balls and soaking the sheets.

She soon leaned forward, bracing her hands on my chest, as her claws lightly pierced me. She had begun to bounce faster, evidently chasing her peak.

“I’m… I’m going to cum…” she whimpered, voice breaking. “Cum with me… please… fill me up… my love!!”

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