A moment later, Kuro moved slightly away, pulling the warm "rod" out of her wet folds.
But even before anything had a chance to flow out, Kuro had already made her move.
From the Gate of Babylon, he took another object—not merely a tool, but something that felt like a "disturbance" to the nerves; its vibration alone was enough to throw the mind off rhythm, as if the body had forgotten how to breathe properly.
Without hesitation, it was guided back to the very same spot—just before that warmth could fully find its path once more.
And the moment it happened—the reaction was far sharper than before.
Kama's body jolted, as though every limit she possessed collapsed all at once beneath a single small wave she could no longer hold back.
Kuro laughed softly, low, almost like a whisper falling between breaths.
"Your body's favorite toy… doesn't disappoint, does it?"
Kama didn't answer.
All that came from her lips was the remnant of a sound that no longer formed words, shattering into a moan that had lost its direction.
And Kuro didn't care.
Instead, he kept up his rhythm—returning the movement with a steady tempo, yet one that felt oppressive from within, like something that left no room to resist, only to follow.
"O-ohh…♡"
The moan finally escaped, more honest than before.
Kuro let out a small sigh, then resumed moving his hips with calm consistency—and it was precisely in that calmness that his cruelty lay.
Amid the two sensations colliding within him, Kama began to lose the boundaries he usually recognized.
One felt like a steady, warm current—filling her slowly, in a steady rhythm that could never truly be ignored.
It was like a current constantly seeking the deepest space, spreading without haste, yet with no intention of stopping.
The other… was different.
It wasn't a current, but a vibration.
Like a soft ringing falling right inside her head, bouncing without pattern, disrupting the rhythm of her thoughts one by one.
Each pulse felt like it was pulling her consciousness off course, causing every attempt to think to collapse before it could take shape.
And caught between the two, Kama was swept along.
Not by brute force, but in a way that was actually harder to resist: slow, steady, and all too familiar with the limits of her own body.
Her breathing began to falter.
Sometimes it stopped mid-breath, sometimes it broke apart before it could fully form.
"A-ahh… ahh…"
The sound no longer had a clear direction, just remnants of reactions escaping before they could be filtered by her consciousness.
Kuro remained calm behind her.
His movements didn't change—they stayed steady, maintaining that rhythm as if it were deliberately created to make her body struggle to return to its normal state.
And the longer it went on, the clearer it became to Kama.
"You know…" Kuro's voice finally sounded, calm yet carrying a tone that was hard to ignore. "For some reason… I prefer you like this. Why, I wonder?"
He paused for a moment—only for his words, not for his movement, which remained steady, as if that rhythm had become something he no longer needed to think about.
"...is it because of this 'ideal boyfriend' mode?" he continued softly. "Or because every inch of your reaction is too… honest to hold back?"
His face drew closer, near enough for his breath to brush against the side of Kama's ear.
"Weird, isn't it?" he whispered softly, the words carrying a gentle tease wrapped in warmth.
Silence lingered for a moment as Kama struggled to gather the fragments of her shattered thoughts.
"It's… because… I…" her voice faltered, breaths slipping between sentences that refused to fully form. "…the Goddess of Love… so… this… is natural…"
She swallowed hard, trying to steady herself, though every attempt felt like grasping at something constantly slipping away within her own mind.
"Master-san…" she continued more quietly, her voice trembling at the edges, "…likes… this… so… I… shouldn't… find it strange…"
The last of her words nearly disappeared before they could fully leave her lips, drowned beneath the increasingly uneven rhythm of her breathing
No longer a coherent statement.
It was more like a confession unraveling in fragments from the depths of her consciousness—caught somewhere between duty, instinct, and something far too human for her to fully control.
Kuro let out a soft chuckle.
"…maybe you're not wrong."
Then he leaned a little closer.
A small gesture—almost like a quiet claim wrapped in a warmth too calm to be called gentle.
And in that instant, his lips brushed lightly against the side of Kama's ear—soft enough that it should have meant nothing, yet leaving behind a sensation far too sharp to ignore.
Kama's body reacted immediately.
Like a wave suddenly stripped of direction, her entire being jolted beneath an intensity completely disproportionate to the softness of the touch itself.
"Love… so… this… isn't wrong…"
Kuro let out a small sigh, as if savoring the reaction without needing to rush anything.
And then—he paused again.
For a moment.
Before returning to the same rhythm as before, channeling that warmth back into the boundaries that had become all too familiar to Kama's body.
It was no longer just a touch.
More like a cycle deliberately left without an end—warm, calm, then too deep to be considered simple.
And within that cycle, Kama no longer truly had the space to distinguish between what was control… and what had become his own body's habit.
***
Two hours later.
Kuro sat leaning against the corridor wall, his body as relaxed as someone who had long since stopped caring about time.
One hand was casually folded on his knee, while the holographic screen in front of him reflected a stream of data flowing emotionlessly.
There, the world operated according to its own logic. Yet before him, there was one thing that did not follow the same logic.
Kama.
She was too close—close enough that distance no longer felt like space, but rather as something folded by habit.
Her presence was no longer merely a position—but a rhythm clinging to the air between them.
"Nnh… heung… mmh…"
The sounds fell softly, like words that lost their shape before they could take on meaning.
His movements followed a single, repeating pattern—stable on the surface, yet within, it was as if something was slowly blurring the line between control and reaction.
Kuro didn't turn his head.
His gaze remained fixed on the screen, his eyes scrolling through the information with a calmness that was almost ironic compared to what was happening around him.
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> Special Abilities:
• Sharingan (1 Tomoe)
• Gate of Babylon
> Passive Abilities:
• Zen of Joy (Lv, Maks)
• Divine Corruption (Lvl, 1)
An anomalous ability born from the repeated interaction between a mortal body and a divine-level entity.
Divini Corrupted allows any form of intimate closeness to be transformed into a process of conceptual assimilation, in which the user's energy, essence, and "meaning of existence" are gradually distorted and absorbed.
Such interactions are no longer merely physical or emotional, but existential transactions—blurring the boundaries between humans, demi-human, spirits, and gods.
Output: 25%
Magic Energy: 25%
> Active Abilities:
• Histeria Savant Syndrom (Lvl, Maks)
• Jewel Magic (Lvl, 2)
• Reinforcent Magic (Lvl, 1)
• Transmutasi Magic (Lvl, 1)
• Projeksion Magic (Lvl, 1)
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"I wonder why…" he thought. "I got the Divine Corrupted skill. Is it because I've been doing that with Kama too often?"
He fell silent for a moment, beginning to retrace what had happened.
…and stopped halfway through.
Not because he didn't know, but because the number felt too absurd to calculate using simple methods.
A thin trickle of cold sweat ran down his temple.
Too many.
Even his fingers weren't enough to keep track.
He let out a long sigh, then pushed the thought aside as if setting a dangerous document in the corner of the desk.
"From the skill description…" he muttered. "To level up… it requires fairly consistent activity, right?"
A moment of silence followed.
Then, in a flat tone almost devoid of emotion:
"…luckily my kidneys are still fine."
A moment later, Kuro's eyebrows furrowed slightly.
There was a slight change in his body's rhythm—not a disruption, but something building toward a climax.
He raised his right hand, then gently touched Kama's head. A light yet deliberate pressure, as if granting permission without needing words.
And at that moment, the warmth flowed.
No longer just a fleeting sensation,
but like a dam that finally cracked at its weakest point, releasing a current that had been held back within boundaries maintained for far too long.
It fell… slowly, but surely, filling a space that even the body had no time to resist.
Kama fell silent.
Her breath was caught between consciousness and reflex, as if her entire being had paused for a moment to accept something that came too deeply to be unraveled by the mind.
She didn't resist.
Nor did she truly surrender.
She simply… accepted.
In a way too calm to be called coincidence, and too deep to be called simple.
Kuro remained silent.
His hand was still there, steady, unhurried—as if he were simply ensuring everything flowed as it should.
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