If La Folia could, then Kanon... naturally could too!
Still the same principle—he, Bokue Keikain, now stood first across the Three Realms. Why should he abandon a girl's lifelong happiness for worldly judgments?
Thus time shifted—two hours later.
As afternoon sunlight outside gradually slanted westward, movement within the dormitory bedroom finally quieted.
Shower gel fragrance permeated the air. Between bedroom and living room, the bathroom door stood wide open. Water from their recent shower still pooled on the floor, dense steam drifting outward.
Bokue now held the freshly bathed Kanon, having returned to the bedside.
A large towel wrapped around the white-haired girl's still-budding body. Silent and blushing, she nestled against the young man's chest. Her long, shapely legs drew together, folded close. Freshly cleaned toes—healthy pink in color, rounded and lustrous—curled and relaxed involuntarily under waves of embarrassment.
This situation proved difficult to articulate.
How to put it? For Kanon today, she'd essentially thrown all caution to the wind—from inviting Bokue to her dorm, to stripping immediately upon entry, to directly making the first move afterward. Throughout the entire process, she'd maintained that reckless determination.
Now that boldness had spent itself—succeeded, ended, finished. She'd calmed down. The shame she'd forcibly suppressed earlier came flooding back.
"Um..."
Kanon bit her lower lip, lowering her head as if trying to tuck her chin into her own chest. Her voice emerged mosquito-faint.
So quiet that Bokue completely missed those opening two words.
"Hm? What's wrong?"
"No... it's just..."
At his question, the white-haired girl's voice dropped even lower. Against her already pale skin, her cheeks' color appeared especially rosy.
She nibbled her lips gently.
"After Kanon did something like this today... will oniisan think Kanon is... a bad girl?"
"Not at all."
Bokue tucked the knot on Kanon's towel slightly tighter, ensuring it wouldn't easily come loose. Then he adjusted her direction, shifting to a more comfortable position—letting the white-haired girl straddle his lap.
Face to face like this, Bokue's hands rested on Kanon's waist while Kanon instinctively wrapped both arms around the young man's neck in coordination.
Mm... couldn't exactly call it instinct, considering they'd already rehearsed this position in the bathroom moments ago.
Except back then, Bokue had been standing.
"Kanon's a good girl."
"R-really?"
Receiving Bokue's affirmation, Kanon's face immediately brightened with delight.
"Really."
Bokue gently squeezed the girl's soft yet trim waist.
"But Kanon, does anything hurt?"
Theoretically, nothing should. Considering this was Kanon's first time, he'd not only greatly restrained intensity but continuously used magnetic field power throughout to help the girl heal and reduce pain.
Of course, certain things remained unhealed—otherwise it would become... well, those who understand, understand.
"I'm fine—nothing uncomfortable."
Sensing oniisan's concern, Kanon's lips curved into a sweet arc involuntarily.
According to what she'd read online, she'd expected the first time to involve some pain. Yet reality proved otherwise—not only no pain, but actually quite... comfortable.
Several times midway, she'd nearly drifted off from comfort.
Though naturally, with Kanon's thin face, she'd never say something like that.
However, she could phrase it more tactfully.
"Then... will oniisan come see Kanon more often from now on?"
"Of course, though..."
"Though?"
"Actually, there's an even better method."
Bokue tightened his hands slightly at the girl's waist.
"Kanon, would you be willing to move to Keystone Gate?"
"Eh? Keystone Gate?"
The white-haired girl blinked.
After Minamiya Natsuki confirmed her observation period could end, she'd moved from Natsuki's residence to this school dormitory. But she roughly knew that afterward, Minamiya-sensei had moved to Keystone Gate where oniisan lived.
However, she'd moved out precisely because she didn't want to continue troubling Minamiya-sensei. If she moved back now...
"Even if you don't want to trouble Natsuki, you could live together with La Folia."
As if reading Kanon's thoughts, Bokue shrugged.
"Eh? La Folia-san?"
"Yeah, plus she'd definitely be delighted to room with you."
Bokue raised an eyebrow.
"This... seems true actually."
Kanon thought seriously, discovering it really did seem that way.
With La Folia's personality loving liveliness, she'd undoubtedly wish for as many close sisters living together as possible. Plus, in terms of seniority, she and La Folia were... mm, very close anyway.
Most importantly—oniisan and La Folia-san had that kind of relationship too.
If she moved there as well, wouldn't that mean when oniisan and La Folia-san did that, they'd include her too?
Oh... why am I thinking about this!
Suddenly realizing how bold her recent thoughts had been, Kanon's cheeks heated further.
"So Kanon, are you willing?"
Bokue confirmed.
His answer came through the white-haired girl's shy nod.
"Mm, since oniisan says so..."
Reaching this point, Kanon paused—seemingly considering a particular question.
"Then could oniisan come pick me up tomorrow? Around after school dismissal."
Tomorrow?
For some reason, Bokue felt oddly familiar with this phrasing.
Vaguely recalling that at senpai's dorm earlier, she'd said something similar. Though senpai's reason involved yesterday going too overboard, leaving her unable to handle more today—hence postponing one day.
But Kanon's situation... he'd been quite restrained. It shouldn't have caused too much physical strain.
Could tomorrow be some auspicious day?
Though since Kanon had already said so, Bokue wouldn't question further.
"Got it. I'll pick you up tomorrow after school."
"Mm~♡"
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