Alright, looks like my last deal didn't get you guys fired up. I said 1 extra chapter for every 5 five-star reviews or 200 power stones , but you all seemed a bit too chill this time. Funny, considering you once dropped 100+ stones in a single day!
So fine, I'll make this easy mode . I'm selling myself cheap this round: 3 five-star reviews or 50 power stones = 1 extra chapter.
I really want to push the story forward and reach the world of Danmachi sooner, so let's make it happen. We're just 10 stones away from 300 , so here's this chapter early before I head to sleep. ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)
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The moment the [Master–Servant Contracts] were sealed, intricate sigil patterns appeared on the backs of Hitagi Senjougahara and Momo Ayase's left hands.
[Name: Hitagi Senjougahara]
[Class: Word Spirit Priestess]
[Level: 1]
[Traits: Word Spirit (Purple), Fortune's Blessing (Blue), Omnipotent (White)]
[Word Spirit (Purple): Grants power to spoken words, allowing language itself to become a weapon.]
[Omnipotent (White): Balanced excellence in all aspects—virtue, intellect, body, beauty, and skill.]
[Name: Momo Ayase]
[Class: Esper]
[Level: 1]
[Traits: Esper (Purple), Fortune's Blessing (Blue)…]
Through Takumi's [Jade Eyes], both girls now bore professions—each with unique attributes.
Hitagi's transformation was the most profound, gaining a trait that belonged solely to her. Momo's was subtler, but she had entered a full leveling system, able to fight and grow like a player in a game.
"You've both awakened your classes," Takumi said with a grin. "Think of it like a dungeon system—you'll understand soon."
He handed them two appraisal parchments engraved with their new stats.
"'Word Spirit'? And… 'Esper'?" The two girls examined their papers, slowly realizing just how great a gift he had given them.
"Wait—does that mean we can actually level up like in a game!?"
Takumi nodded. "Exactly. Though you'll hit a level cap eventually. When that happens, I can help you break through."
He laid down his own parchment next to theirs. The word [Hero] gleamed across the top. Both girls froze.
"You're a… Hero!?" Hitagi exclaimed, her tone tinged with admiration.
But Momo's gaze trailed further down the parchment—landing on his special hero trait.
"Body fluids can help others surpass their level cap… Wait—WHAT!?"
Their expressions turned from awe to utter disbelief as they slowly looked up at him—eyes full of suspicion.
Unfazed, Takumi nodded solemnly. "That's exactly what it says. Helping others is part of my duty."
"What kind of charity work is that supposed to be!?" Momo shouted, blushing furiously.
The moment she voiced her defiance, the faint pink pattern of her collar ignited—
and the curse from the contract activated.
"Ahh—! Nn~!"
Her legs gave out, and she fell forward, flushed scarlet, right into Takumi's arms.
Lifting her chin gently, he reminded her, "We signed a [Master–Servant Contract], remember? If you defy your master from the heart… it triggers the curse."
"C-curse!?" the two girls gasped in unison.
Before Momo could recover, Takumi leaned in and claimed her lips.
"Mmph—!?"
She tried to resist, but the curse's overwhelming sensations blurred her mind, twisting discomfort into pleasure. Her body betrayed her—responding instinctively, losing all strength as warmth spread through her.
"Ehh!?"
Hitagi could only stare, completely stunned as the passionate scene unfolded for minutes before her eyes.
Finally, when the glowing sigil on Momo's neck faded away, Takumi released her.
Her body slumped weakly against him, breathing unevenly, her skin burning with color.
Running his fingers along her flushed cheek, he teased, "That's the curse. Keep your tone in check next time. I'm a fair master—I don't even demand you call me Master. You can address me however you like… but if you insult me again, the curse could fry your brain. You've read enough doujinshi to imagine the rest."
He said it with such composure, like a teacher explaining a serious lesson.
Hitagi bit her lip, speechless. Finally, she gave a bitter little laugh. "I feel like I've just walked into another wolf's den. You really are a bad man, Takumi-kun."
"But you're the kind of bad man wrapped in sugar… dangerous, but impossible not to taste." Her voice was low and trembling—half resentment, half fascination.
Despite everything, she didn't truly reject becoming his servant. Amid the chaos and despair of her life, he had become an anchor—something, or someone, to cling to.
"How cruel of you to say I'm candy-coated. I'm an honest villain," Takumi chuckled. "I never lie."
Holding Momo still weakly leaning against him, he stepped closer to Hitagi and lifted her chin. Their eyes met. The air thickened.
He hadn't even moved yet when Hitagi suddenly reached forward and embraced him.
"If you want to, then do it," she whispered. "Even if I'll still call you a pervert."
"Then I won't hold back." And he didn't. Takumi kissed her deeply.
Unlike Momo's curse-driven response, Hitagi was entirely willing. Her arms wrapped around him tightly, as if pouring all her grief, pain, and loneliness into the kiss.
Time slipped away unnoticed—until Momo, now a little more lucid, blinked at the sight before her.
When she spotted a faint silver strand breaking between their lips, she snapped.
"Ugh! My first kiss—and you just stole Hitagi's too, right in front of me, you… you jerk!!"
Her voice cut off mid-sentence as the curse flickered warningly across her collar again. She clamped her mouth shut, face burning hotter.
She could already feel her body trembling again—wet, feverish, and mortified.
If she triggered the curse one more time out here in public, she swore she'd never recover from the shame.
"Alright, off me. My sleeves are soaked," Takumi said dryly, patting her buttocks as a cue to move.
Pouting, Momo wobbled to her feet, still red-faced, helping the dazed Hitagi stand up. Her glare could have cut steel.
Hitagi's gaze, meanwhile, was dreamy—still lost in the aftertaste of the moment.
"Pervert-kun~," she murmured.
The nickname hung in the air for a second—and nothing happened. No curse, no glow.
Seeing that, Hitagi giggled softly, touching her flushed cheeks. "Looks like it only triggers with real hostility."
"You call that not hostile?" Takumi retorted. "Your idea of affection is seriously messed up."
"This is love now~," she teased, winking.
As she spoke, a tiny pink heart materialized and floated toward him—bumping gently against his cheek with a soft sparkle.
He froze for a moment, startled by the sweet scent and faint warmth it left behind.
Hitagi blinked, then smiled in wonder, feeling the strange energy pulsing within her.
"So this is the power of Word Spirit… how fascinating."
"Go home and test it properly," Takumi muttered, quickly stepping away.
His scalp tingled. The once well-mannered, serious Hitagi Senjougahara now exuded a strange, seductive aura—one that somehow felt even more dangerous than any cursed spirit he'd faced.
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