From the moment Kanon reached the bedside to removing her shirt—the entire process took no more than three seconds.
Behind her, Bokue couldn't see her hand movements clearly. By the time he registered her intentions, that white shirt had already fluttered to the floor.
The girl's back—pale enough to seemingly radiate holy light under the room's illumination—lay exposed to the air.
"Mm?"
Noticing the young man still standing at the doorway without entering, Kanon turned her head while crossing both arms over her chest. Half her face—glowing with faint rosy luster—peeked out from behind slightly raised shoulders.
"Oniisan... why aren't you coming in?"
"Just wondering why you took your clothes off."
"Eh? Well... wasn't it for the examination? I just thought without clothing in the way, wouldn't it be more accurate and convenient... (whispered shyly)"
"...Never mind. It's fine."
Since she'd already undressed, Bokue simply let it go.
He stepped toward the bed.
However, just as Bokue reached the bedside, Kanon—who normally seemed ethereal and otherworldly like a saint from fairy tales—suddenly transformed into wispy smoke. Whether caught by air currents from the young man's movement or something else, her body swayed involuntarily before tilting sideways, about to fall.
"Oh!"
A soft gasp escaped. The white-haired girl squeezed her eyes shut.
But two seconds passed without the anticipated pain of hitting the floor. Instead, she felt the firm sensation of the young man's chest.
Kanon slowly opened her eyes, looking upward. At such close range, Bokue's familiar face filled her vision first.
"Ah! S-sorry, oniisan! My legs suddenly went we—I mean, slipped..."
Suddenly aware of their current position, Kanon's face flushed crimson as she straightened abruptly, stammering explanations.
"It's fine. Sit down."
Bokue placed both hands on the white-haired girl's shoulders, gently pressing her down—guiding Kanon onto the bed with almost no resistance.
That feeling again...
Sensing the warmth from his palms on her shoulders, Kanon—now seated on the bed—lowered her head.
She clearly felt the burning sensation spreading across her cheeks. Over time, it threatened to creep toward her earlobes.
Come to think of it, earlier too—just when oniisan passed beside her, merely catching his scent without any physical contact whatsoever, her body had suddenly gone weak, losing all strength and collapsing.
Was this what the internet called "getting the feeling"?
Kanon's mind buzzed with such thoughts.
Meanwhile, Bokue also sat down beside the bed.
The moment his fingertips touched her spine, the white-haired girl's body trembled lightly. The redness previously confined to her ears spread further, covering their entirety.
"Are... are there little wings?"
Without thinking, Kanon blurted out a question so ridiculous even she wanted to cover her face.
Obviously no such things existed.
"Don't worry—how could something like that exist..."
Bokue's fingertips traced along the girl's spine as he spoke casually.
Whether demons, angels, or fallen angels—wings and halos above heads were merely manifestations of energy leakage, not objective biological structures.
Otherwise, someone like Vali—needing both devil wings and Divine Dividing's light wings—where would he find enough space?
"So... is everything okay?"
Kanon asked cautiously.
When asking this, she felt somewhat conflicted—wanting affirmative confirmation, yet fearing that once the angel power issue was resolved, she'd have no more reasons to see oniisan.
"...No, there's still a slight problem."
After carefully sensing the power within the white-haired girl's body, Bokue reopened his eyes and shook his head.
Undoubtedly, residual angel power remained inside Kanon. Simple extraction couldn't completely eliminate it.
Because Kanon's angel power fundamentally originated from the spiritual channels within her body far exceeding normal human limits.
Regular humans possessed only seven spiritual channels. Due to undergoing the cultivation experiment, Kanon had over thirty.
Objectively speaking, Kanon's body had become completely angelic—yet her soul, or rather her conscious will, remained a fragile human soul. This directly resulted in her inability to control the spiritual channels within. Moreover, she'd be inversely controlled by the angel power generated from those channels. Only Bokue's regular maintenance could prevent another rampage.
In short—forcing her to live indefinitely as an extremely weak angel capable of exerting almost no power.
Given current conditions, the only radical solution involved directly extracting Kanon's excess spiritual channels.
But that method proved too agonizing—like pulling nerves one by one from the human body.
Or if any other method existed, it could only be...
"Kanon."
"Mm? Uh... what is it, oniisan?"
Still secretly pleased by the young man's answer moments ago, Kanon blinked questioningly at the voice from behind.
"There's something I'd like your opinion on."
Bokue paused briefly.
"In about two days... would you be willing to come with me to the demon realm?"
Eh?
Kanon froze slightly.
"To the demon realm? Mm, I've never gone before, but if it's together with oniisan... sure."
Without asking the location's details or reasons, she agreed without hesitation.
"Then it's settled. Now..."
Speaking, Bokue pressed his entire palm against the girl's back.
[Divide]!
The halving power learned from the White Dragon Emperor activated once more. As white energy merged into Bokue's palm, most of the angel power Kanon had painstakingly accumulated over this period was instantly extracted.
"Mmnn..."
Kanon's body briefly tensed before going completely limp, collapsing sideways and backward.
Bokue caught her in time.
"You alright? Don't tell me I took too much this time?"
"Mm..."
Kanon lay back against Bokue's chest, her sky-blue pure eyes reflecting the young man's face. She didn't speak—only smiled while shaking her head.
They maintained this position for a while.
Suddenly, Kanon raised both arms overhead. Under Bokue's puzzled gaze, she wrapped them around his neck before slowly sitting up—parting her cherry lips as she leaned forward.
Being her first time attempting this, Kanon's movements appeared somewhat clumsy and stiff.
When she withdrew with flushed face, the girl's lips—moistened by saliva—became rosy and glossy.
Eyes meeting, Kanon's pure white eyelashes trembled as she pressed her lips together.
"Finally had the chance to do this. Does it make oniisan happy? Or is it that La Folia-san can... but I can't?"
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