[Fanfiction: The Hypnotic Tale of the Dragon Princess]

The Hypnotic Tale of the Dragon Princess
(Part 1)

Author: uzi 　　Genre
: MC, Fanfiction, NTR, Light Color 　　First Release
: Hypnotic Fetish Second 　　Release
: Spring Full Courtyard, One Person Hall, Dragon Altar, Dongshengzhou Related Enterprises, Special
: Elizabeth (Authorized DCD to Release ) 　　===

... Then why is that ghost flower constantly urging me to write this? As far as I know, you only like futa crossdressers, you shouldn't like big-breasted sows, right? (Panic! 　　As a result, this story has been delayed for so 　　long that a problem has arisen: the Year of the Monkey is over 　　and I still haven't finished the full story! So , shamelessly, to align with this year's new goal, I'm splitting the story into several sections for posting (gets beaten up). 　　PS 　　: There are a few plot points regarding the male protagonist 　　's character this 　　time 　　; let's see who can guess go. As usual, please leave a clean copy if you repost, and don't mess with 　　the formatting , thank you. 　　　　=== ... The 　　ability to materialize one's soul into a tangible substance and transform it into a unique weapon, wielding a supernatural power called magic, is a talent. 　　Those who possess this talent are called Bladebreakers. 　　Faced with this superhuman existence that surpasses existing science, the world naturally established organizations to cultivate and manage Bladebreakers; the Magic Knight League to restrain and control them; seven training schools to hold sword-fighting festivals; and even criminal organizations that defy society. The world naturally accepted such beings. 　　(From the Familion Empire...) Stella was one of them. 　　Stella Vermillion 　　, known as the "Crimson Princess," was a powerful swordswoman with exceptional talent and stunning beauty, considered a once-in-a-decade genius. 　　Possessing strength worthy of being ranked among the world's top, she fell in love with a boy far less talented than herself, mockingly called the "Failed Knight." An unexpected encounter, a duel born of mutual understanding—these seemingly fateful events quickly led Stella to fall in love with the boy named Kurogane Ikki. 　　And her destiny quietly began to change with the start of the school's selection tournament. 　　"W-what is this?!" 　　"What's wrong, Stella?" 　　Seeing Stella's surprised expression as she looked at the student handbook that was being used as a communicator, Ikki curiously glanced at it as well. 　　Then, he saw some unexpected words. 　　"Player... change notification?" 　　"Yeah! The school didn't say this would happen..." 　　"Class 4, 'Murakoshi Aizen'... That's a very unfamiliar name." 　　Seeing the name and photo of Stella's fifth opponent, Ikki quickly reviewed his memories. 　　Although he vaguely remembered the appearance and names of the students in Class 4 because of Shizuku, he had no impression of this person at all, which made him feel a slight sense of unease. 　　"...Well, it should be fine with Stella, right?" 　　"I don't need any intelligence or anything, I'm still confident." 　　For Stella, no matter who her opponent was, she had no intention of stopping; to be able to fight Ikki to the very end , she would win no matter what. 　　Ikki, covered in wounds, still managed to defeat Kirihara Shizuya, which made her feel incredibly radiant. 　　"Ikki, just you wait! In the selection match the day after tomorrow, I'll burn this generic face of Murakoshi to ashes in one go!" 　　"Well, even though there are IPs, it's better not to go too hard..." 　　Seeing Stella's eager look, Ikki could only smile wryly. 　　Although he couldn't watch the match in person because he had promised to visit Ayatsuji Kaito in the hospital, he didn't feel regretful, because Ikki firmly believed that Stella had no reason to lose. 　　He was looking forward to her waiting for him at the top. 　　"Then, Stella... wait for me." 　　"Mmm—I'll be waiting for you." 　　After a dozen seconds of gazing deeply into each other's eyes, the two blushed and stepped back. 　　Although they had already expressed their feelings for each other at the swimming pool and even shared their first kiss, this tender moment together still made Ikki and Stella blush. 　　　　************ ************ ************ 　　Time flies. 　　Two days passed quickly. Stella, having summoned her Spirit Dress, was ready and stared intently at the tall boy in front of her. 　　Her gaze naturally fell on the narrow, long straight sword in his hand. 　　The smooth blade looked like a ribbon, with its varying shades of purple patterns swaying in the arena lights, exuding an ominous aura. 　　But this wasn't the reason Stella wasn't looking at her opponent.

"Nice to meet you, Famillion."

It was an unremarkable face, the kind you could find anywhere on the street, very ordinary.

But the way he looked at her seemed to know her all along, full of affection, and
the tone carried an unusual warmth and joy, making her deeply uncomfortable.

Stella, who had been approached by hundreds of men in her experience, had never felt so unbearable.

She couldn't hear the voices of the live report or the commentator.

This man exuded a disgusting aura completely incongruous with his appearance, making her hair stand on
end and instinctively on guard.

"My name is Murakoshi, you can also call me Aizen. Actually, I've been—" "

…………Shut up."

"!"

She subconsciously interrupted Murakoshi.

A scorching aura gradually spread around her, and crimson sparks spread across the arena
floor .

With her right hand gripping her sword, Stella's gaze shifted to her smiling enemy, and she slashed down without hesitation.

Purple and red clashed.

At the last moment, barely managing to keep up with Stella's rhythm, Murakoshi's straight sword blocked the attack.

However, the sheer force that sent flames flying through the air sent him staggering back several steps.

Simultaneously, the red-haired figure rapidly closed in.

Without waiting for Murakoshi to react, Stella's seemingly calm slash unleashed a scorching storm,
the magical strike crashing down upon the barely defending straight sword.

"Ugh… that was heavy, where's the slash…!"

But Murakoshi's gaze still held a smile.

That forced composure ignited a spark of discontent within Stella.

"Hmph!"

With a powerful sweep of her arm, she pushed Murakoshi back, her sword twisting nimbly in mid-air before
striking again in less than half a second, colliding with Murakoshi's intended attack.

With pure speed and power, she broke through Muragoshi's defenses, her sword glowing with scorching light.

"—Princess Dragon Jaw!"

"...!"

The next second, flames large enough to engulf half the arena tore apart Muragoshi's position.

The scorching torrent mercilessly sliced through everything in front of her, the hard floor melting
like butter in less than half a second.

The power of the attack was locked inside, the heat unable to dissipate, and the arena was quickly enveloped in wisps of steam.

Muragoshi, who escaped the fatal blow at the last moment, landed at the other end.

If it weren't for the shielding barrier, the audience seats would probably have turned into a sea of fire by now.

"That was dangerous, thankfully—"

"Enough talk!"

Sparks flew from her feet as Stella, releasing magic power from her feet to accelerate her charge, brought her sword straight down towards Muragoshi's
head, but it was blocked by the seemingly weak purple blade.

Before she could land a single blow, the Fierce Dragon Sword had already circled halfway, then swung horizontally towards Murakoshi's ribs.

Seeing this, Murakoshi also moved his hands, his blade dancing rapidly through the air like a phantom, deflecting the incoming sword with a
deep purple magical strike and instead slashing towards Stella's chest.

Without hesitation, Stella took a half-step back, blocking with her sword,
deflecting the blade tip that was almost piercing her chest with the thick, hard spine of her blade.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to attack your chest—"

"I told you to shut up!"

Ignoring her words, Stella continued her attack.

Burning magical energy traced countless crimson streaks of light, gradually encroaching on
the arena with heat enough to char everything; each swing possessed immense power enough to shake the ground, and her two-handed swords continuously added wounds to
the ring , relentlessly pressing towards Murakoshi.

Although his expression remained relaxed, even with Murakoshi displaying unusual combat power, he couldn't escape
the fate of being at a disadvantage.

Therefore, as the audience predicted, he quickly took the initiative to break the deadlock.

Crouching to avoid several fiery blades aimed at his head and face, the purple straight sword in Murakoshi's hand flashed with a dazzling
light , shooting out from the tip of the blade with a motion as if he were firing a gun.

The sudden burst of light made Stella subconsciously look away.

"Open your eyes with Fierce Spirit—!"

With a low shout, Murakoshi's Spirit Armor unleashed dozens of slashes simultaneously.

Purple blade marks were displayed brilliantly in the flashes.

Timing, angle, power—he captured the moment before Stella could react.

However—

"This level of magical power—"

The slashes only produced a sound.

Under Stella's immense magical power, dozens of times greater than that of an ordinary swordsman, Murakoshi's fierce attacks failed
to cause any damage. The purple magical blade was like boiling water poured onto a hot rock,
evaporated and vanished in less than a second by the magical shield she exuded in the air.

As a basic ability of a swordsman, Stella was far superior to Murakoshi.

"--Still too weak!"

A flash of flame.

With flames of enough deadly heat, the Fierce Dragon Sin Sword heavily struck the straight sword that was in a parrying stance.

Although it did not directly hit Murakoshi, the power of the blast and the impact was enough to
blast , sending him flying off the stage.

However, Stella's expression did not relax.

From the feel of the attack when it hit, she knew that Murakoshi had not lost his ability to fight.

"This—"

"I...I surrender..."

"Huh—ah, huh...?"

Murakoshi's words surprised her.

After standing up again, her opponent suddenly surrendered.

"Victory... The match is over! Murakoshi has surrendered! Familion
has advanced to !"

"Knowing he was outmatched, he surrendered. That kid at least has some common sense."

Freed from her focused state, the sounds from the audience and the live broadcast gradually returned to her ears.
A new sound rang out.

But for Stella, the joy of this victory wasn't intense.

In terms of swordsmanship, physical skills, magic usage, and even his mentality and performance in battle, while Murakoshi wasn't weak,
he was no match for her. Winning without taking damage was expected and didn't
bring much surprise. What bothered her more was the strange attitude Murakoshi had shown her before the 　　　　battle , a mixture of adoration
and excitement.

The match ended enthusiastically at this moment, as she was lost in thought. 　　Neither

the countless spectators, the
teachers 　　and students reporting the event, nor even Stella herself noticed the faint purple light that flashed as 　　her spirit dress dissipated. ********** ... 　　Waking up in the morning, she simply glanced at the student handbook, scrutinizing one of the displayed messages. 　　"..." 　　After a moment of contemplation, Stella seemed to have made a decision and left her dormitory room. 　　She exchanged casual greetings with classmates she encountered along the way, casually shooing away any oblivious boys with her eyes, before arriving at a rarely visited spot on campus: 　　an old indoor gymnasium near the new school buildings, now used as a large storage warehouse. 　　Reaching the warehouse, Stella glanced around before opening the door and stepping into the dusty gymnasium . 　　"...I'm here." 　　"Ah, you really are here, Famillion-kun." 　　Standing before her was the unremarkable face she had seen in the arena before. 　　Murakoshi Aizen. 　　Stella wasn't entirely sure why she'd agreed to meet him alone after receiving his text message. Although he'd mentioned something important about Ikki in the message, upon reflection, she realized she hadn't needed to so readily accept his request. 　　Stella's intuition was warning her. 　　Whether it was his performance during the selection trials or his current expression, this seemingly harmless guy was definitely off. 　　"Ikki's in danger? What happened?" 　　Stella broke the silence. 　　If it concerned Ikki's safety, she couldn't afford not to take the risk. 　　"Well… it's related to my sword-wielding technique…" 　　As if oblivious to Stella's hostile and questioning gaze, Murakoshi answered calmly. 　　"My sword-wielding technique is called 'Reading the Unknown,' which allows me to briefly see the future. That's why I was able to defend against your attack... Unfortunately, it's not very powerful, so..." 　　"That's not what I want to hear! What happened to Ikki?!" Stella 　　interrupted Murakoshi's explanation. 　　She didn't care about sword-wielding techniques. 　　She just wanted to know if the man who was so important to her was safe and sound. 　　"Hmm... That's why I called Vermillion here..." 　　"...What happened?" 　　Stella asked, puzzled. 　　"My ability allows me to choose the object of my observation of the future through physical contact... In other words, if I want to observe Kurogane's future, I need to choose the person closest to him..." 　　"...So you came to me, huh?" 　　Hearing Murakoshi's explanation, she finally understood why she had come here. 　　Ignoring a few exceptions, most sword-wielders need to use their abilities in conjunction with their spirit armor. 　　Even if it's a fantasy form that won't cause harm, summoning a Spirit Form on school grounds without is inappropriate; and in situations without teacher supervision, it can only be used in designated school areas. 　　Even though it's no longer in use, the gymnasium, as one of the practice grounds, is still a place where Spirit Forms are permitted. 　　"Why are you helping me like this? I don't even know you." 　　"Because I've always liked Vermillion, so I didn't want to see you so worried." 　　"…………" 　　Hearing this, Stella frowned and fell into deep thought. 　　She wasn't familiar with this Muragoshi, and the classmates she knew seemed to have no impression of him, making it difficult for her to trust him; but thinking that Ikki might be in danger, Stella was convinced that she had no other choice . 　　She herself didn't know where this certainty came from. 　　However, she had been out of contact with Ikki for several days, making it impossible for her not to worry. 　　And this worry seemed to transform into a determination, leading her to choose to trust Muragoshi. 　　"...Okay, I'll trust you this once." 　　[Being trusting this person for Ikki's sake is something she can't help.] 　　Following the thought that surfaced in her mind, Stella made a decision. 　　"However, you'd better tell me exactly what happened to Ikki! Otherwise, you'll definitely be turned into a charred corpse this time!" 　　"Of course..." 　　Facing Stella's threatening words, he didn't show any panic. Murakoshi quietly summoned his purple straight sword. 　　"Please cooperate, Famillion-kun, and try to reduce your magic resistance." 　　"I, I know...!" 　　Even though she knew the tip of the sword wasn't lethal, Stella still couldn't help but tense up. 　　Unlike the determination that had just surfaced in her mind, her intuition reacted completely differently. 　　Her gaze fixed on the gathering purple magic power, Stella unconsciously took a half step back. 　　Something's wrong with this man. 　　No. 　　[Because of Ikki, I believe this person has no choice]. 　　Even so, the fact that she agreed to be attacked by the Spirit Dress was already quite problematic. 　　"...No, wait a minute!" 　　Stella's voice became panicked.

The conflict between rational thought and instinctive intuition finally made her aware of the abnormality occurring within her.

"Sorry—I don't want to wait any longer."

However, she was ultimately a step too late.

Even though she reacted at the last moment, she couldn't be as sharp as she was in battle.

"Open your eyes with fierce passion—"

A cold touch pierced her body.

"—'Gates of Heaven'!" A

strange sensation spread from her chest, clouding her consciousness. 　　Stella hastily retreated, but she

was not as swift as Murakoshi, who was poised to strike, and ultimately could not
escape being 　　pierced by his spirit dress. 　　Then, Stella

's thoughts came to a halt.

********** 　　... 　　Two vibrant red ponytails swayed slightly as Stella stepped back, but this was nothing compared to the violent heaving of her large breasts, which seemed to be struggling to break free of her clothes. 　　He didn't relax his gaze, carefully examining her. 　　Only after confirming her condition several times did Murakoshi finally breathe a sigh of relief. 　　"...Hoo...Puhehe, aha...Aha, hahahahahaha!!" 　　Then, as if unable to contain himself any longer, Murakoshi burst into maniacal laughter. 　　If anyone else were present, they would certainly be quite surprised by his current appearance; completely different from his usual gentle demeanor, the maniacal laughter of Murakoshi revealed a brutal and wicked aura in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth twisted lewdly. 　　"Stella Vermillion... so easily swayed by Kurogane Ikki, just like in the original work, all looks and no brains! What a Crimson Princess, she was ultimately outmaneuvered by me! Ahahahaha!" 　　Having achieved his goal, he no longer suppressed the madness and impulse within him. 　　—Murakoshi Aizen was not an ordinary person, much less a normal one. 　　—His soul was reincarnated from another world, seizing ownership of this body. 　　—In the terminology understood by a certain race, he was an existence called a 'transmigrator'. 　　—His personality and memories were distorted due to his unique abilities, including his sword-wielding technique. 　　"As expected, if it hits, even a protagonist-level swordsman can't resist the effect of ' Heaven 's Gate'...!" 　　His original sword-wielding technique could only produce ineffective brainwave noise, a very weak ability. 　　However, the drastic changes during the soul possession in the other world altered his original ability. 　　The unclassified special-type sword-wielding technique, "Gate of Heaven." 　　Now, Murakoshi can directly invade an opponent's consciousness simply by touching them with his spiritual form, allowing him to browse, interfere with, and even manipulate their mind. Remembering several works he loved in his previous life, he changed the name of his sword-wielding technique accordingly. 　　And when he learned he had been reincarnated into this world, which in his previous life was merely a fictional story, he made a momentous decision. 　　"Although it's been incredibly tough… my decision to risk everything to come to Hagun Academy was definitely the right one…!" 　　Looking at Stella, whose consciousness had stalled, Murakoshi smiled wistfully. 　　A busty, voluptuous body, devoted to lust. 　　A noble background, stunning beauty. 　　A tsundere demeanor that evokes sadistic impulses and a subservient arrogance. 　　Even before his reincarnation, Murakoshi was deeply infatuated with her, nearly exhausting . 　　However, Murakoshi also knew very well that he could never have her. 　　The three-dimensional self and the two-dimensional character could never truly interact, let alone engage in romantic relationships— something even VR technology couldn't achieve, remaining merely a fantasy. 　　However, things changed. 　　After learning he was in a parallel world called "The Heroic Translation of the Failed Knight," Murakoshi had been waiting for Stella's arrival, intending to possess her. 　　Being reborn through possession made his long-held delusion a possibility. 　　In the selection tournament, he used the power of Heaven's Gate to "narrowly defeat" his first opponent and then used the same method to "discourage" Stella's fifth opponent. Next, Murakoshi had the teacher "assist," making himself Stella's new opponent. 　　What followed was simple. 　　Knowing the original story's development, during his battle with Stella, he used Heaven's Gate to insert the instruction "to believe in Murakoshi Aizen for the sake of Kurogane Ikki" into her thoughts , and, timing it perfectly, waited for the opportunity when Kurogane Ikki was being held captive to request a private meeting with her. 　　As he predicted, Stella, influenced by the command, complied with his request, not approaching anyone but instead secretly going to the warehouse. 　　Under the lingering influence of the command, Stella had no chance to defend herself. 　　Therefore, Murakoshi's full-force attack successfully pierced her deliberately weakened magic shield, plunging her into a trance-like state of complete mental stillness. 　　Taking advantage of this opportunity, he swung his straight sword again, imprinting the command into her unsuspecting subconscious: 　　"When she hears Murakoshi Aizen's finger flute, her consciousness will completely freeze." 　　Since magic directly penetrates the subconscious, the command cannot be erased by external force. Therefore, Murakoshi used this deep command as a base to establish a backdoor, allowing him to control Stella at will without using his Spirit Armor or his ultimate sword techniques . 　　Believing that the more one uses their abilities, the easier it is to make mistakes or even be manipulated, Murakoshi had considerable self-control in , and his current approach to Stella also utilized basic hypnotic techniques. 　　After completing all the necessary preliminary work, Murakoshi felt only a wave of fatigue wash over him. 　　However, what he felt most deeply wasn't the fatigue, but rather an even stronger sense of pleasure and excitement. 　　"Huff, huff, huff... Hmph, hahaha...!"

The sense of conquest of manipulating the original heroine, the perverse feeling of twisting and altering the predetermined future,
the immoral feeling of defying common sense in ordinary daily life—all these made Murakoshi unable to stop smiling.

He could finally be with Stella.

"Stella... I can finally have you...!"

Raising his straight sword, Murakoshi began to activate his magic to construct new commands.

And at this moment when everything was ready, it was time for him to reap the 'harvest'.

************ ********* ************

"—"

Coming back to her senses, Stella's right foot was already on the soft mat.

At the very last moment, following her instincts, she took a big step back, successfully creating distance between herself and Murakoshi, and his
sword tip did not touch her body.

"...Familyon-kun?"

"...Huh?"

Seeing the expression on Murakoshi's face as he looked at her, Stella couldn't help but be taken aback.

She was the one who said she would accept the other's spirit dress touching her, but she inexplicably avoided it.

The tension and unease that had been so firmly entrenched in her heart just a moment ago vanished abruptly, as if it were just
a strange illusion; however, when she thought that she [didn't need to be wary or feel uncomfortable with Murakoshi Aizen],
the doubts in her mind immediately disappeared, allowing her to relax naturally.

Stella couldn't even remember why she had suspected Murakoshi's intentions.

"Um...sorry, I think I was...that..."

Stella apologized somewhat awkwardly.

After all, it was the other person who offered to help, and it wouldn't be right for her to be so rude.

"Ah, I understand. After all, there's been no news from Kurogane-kun."

"Thank you...you're a really nice person."

Murakoshi's friendly attitude made her feel a little favorably towards him.

Although she had no impression of this classmate at all and had no information to judge his intentions, she felt
relieved after thinking that she [didn't need to be wary or feel uncomfortable with Murakoshi Aizen].

And as a princess, she naturally couldn't judge others with prejudice.

"But... ah, I see."

Murakoshi glanced at the straight sword in her hand.

"It seems that Famillion doesn't like being touched by weapons, right? That's why
he retreated so nervously just now."

"Maybe...?"

Stella, who had no recollection of this, couldn't answer this question.

How could she answer something she couldn't even remember?

"If Famillion doesn't object, I can use a compromise."

"A compromise?"

Stella looked at Murakoshi's smiling face.

"As mentioned before, my ability requires physical contact, right? In nature, I need to transfer magic power to
the target to use my ability, so the best way is to use my Spirit Dress to touch the opponent." "

I see... Spirit Dresses are the most convenient for transferring magic power."

Stella nodded.

She had no doubt about the reasoning Murakoshi gave.

"As for a compromise, as long as I don't use my Spirit Armor for physical contact, that's fine. Although this would make the magic
transfer process longer and the activation of the ability would take more time... I wonder
if you have any objections, Familyon?"

"Huh? Ah..."

After thinking about Murakoshi's words for a moment, Stella quickly understood what he meant.

"Physical contact without using my Spirit Armor—isn't that just touching you directly?"

"Yes, if I don't use my Spirit Armor to activate the ability, I'll need to touch your body directly with my hands. How about that
, Familyon?"

"Is that even a question?!"

Stella couldn't help but raise her voice.

She couldn't help but feel dissatisfied with Murakoshi's lukewarm attitude.

"How could I possibly object!"

Then, she agreed without hesitation.

She allowed him to touch her body directly without even thinking.

"...But, Fermillion's status is so noble, and I'm just a classmate with almost
no ... So, are you still willing to let me touch your body?"

"But this method was your suggestion, right? Of course, I have no problem with it!"

Stella answered in a matter-of-fact tone.

As a princess, she naturally knew that being touched by a strange man was highly impolite.

However, Stella had already decided to accept all of Murakoshi Aizen's suggestions and requests, so ordinary
etiquette issues couldn't stop her.

"Really? I'm going to use these hands to touch every part of Fermillion's body, okay?"

"I said it's okay! Why are you so talkative? Come here now!"

Under her repeated urging, Murakoshi slowly walked over.

Then, his hands touched Stella's cheeks and waist.

"Ugh...!"

"Fermillion, don't move."

"I know...!"

Stella obediently stood still.

Through her clothes, Murakoshi's hands slowly caressed her body.

Deliberately drawing back all the magic power that had overflowed to form a protective shield, Stella felt a warm, strange
sensation seep through her uniform and onto her skin.

"Hmm… this isn't quite right,"

Murakoshi said, stopping his movements.

"Familyon-kun, excuse me, could you please take off your clothes?"

"Take off my clothes…?"

Stella looked at Murakoshi, whose eyes were darting around in confusion.

"Because of the nature of my ability, I need to ensure sufficient magic power transmission; direct skin contact
isn't an option. Familyon-kun, just put your clothes on that rack."

"What a troublesome ability…"

Stella murmured softly, and obediently unbuttoned her uniform.

If she weren't someone who would [accept all of Murakoshi Aizen's opinions and requests], she wouldn't be here…
She took off her clothes in the messy place.

"Ah, wait a minute, Familia-kun."

She was about to unbutton her clothes when Murakoshi called out to her.

"What is it?"

"If you can, please look here and laugh while taking off your clothes."

Looking in Murakoshi's direction, she saw the student handbook pointed at her body, clearly in video recording mode
.

"Hmm. Is this okay?"

After thinking for a moment, Stella gave him a charming smile.

After seeing Murakoshi give her a thumbs up, she began to undress in front of the camera.

Her outer clothes and shirt quietly left Stella's body.

Her pantyhose were hung on the rack next to her, and her skirt slid down onto the cushion.

Stella lightly took off her clothes one by one, as naturally as if she were preparing to take a bath, completely ignoring
Murakoshi's gaze looking her up and down, and his actions of recording her exposed skin.

Anyway, she didn't need to be wary or feel uncomfortable with Murakoshi Aizen.

With a smile on her face, Stella even stopped moving at Murakoshi's gestures, allowing the camera to carefully record her
limbs usually covered by her uniform. She obediently followed his instructions.

What should have been a short undressing process stretched several times over, even turning into a flaunting display of her figure as she
posed in several alluring ways for him to photograph. Had she not already decided to accept all of Murakoshi Aizen's
opinions and requests, she probably would have impatiently stripped naked long ago.

After a while, Stella was left with only two bright green lace bras.

Although she sensed a change in Murakoshi's gaze, she didn't pay much attention.

"Alright, you're all dressed up. What's next?"

"Uh… I can't really say, but you can let me try it out first."

Placing his student handbook, which served as a video camera, on the pommel horse, Murakoshi moved closer to Stella, his hands naturally
resting on her body.

His ten fingers immediately sank into her full breasts.

Grasping the upper part of her breasts, Murakoshi moved his fingers as if kneading dough, causing the soft, tender
flesh to sway slightly with his movements.

Stella felt a slight itch as his hands rubbed and kneaded her breasts, but she didn't
resist or express any dissatisfaction.

"How's the magic transfer?"

For Stella, the only thing she cared about was whether Murakoshi could use his abilities.

Right now, confirming Ikki's safety was more important than anything else.

"Hmm, looks like I need to get closer."

"Is that so?"

Stella casually replied, letting Murakoshi walk behind her.

The next second, she felt Murakoshi's arms tighten around her, and her entire body was pulled into his
embrace; at the same time, Stella could feel his heavy breathing on the back of her neck, sending
waves of unbearable itching through her.

"In that case, we can try again. But, Familion's body is even
better than I imagined. So fragrant and soft, it makes me want to hold him like this forever..."

"I don't let anyone touch my body so easily!"

Stella, who was being hugged by Murakoshi, complained irritably.

She really didn't understand why men always had such eager thoughts about women.

"So even Kurogane didn't hug you like this?"

Murakoshi casually asked her, stroking her stomach with his arm around her waist.

"Well, of course! Ikki and I have a pure, pure relationship!"

Stella couldn't help but shout out.

She didn't want to reveal the embarrassing thing about riding on Ikki and touching his abs.

"Is that so? By the way, can I just call you Stella? I'm getting a little
annoyed by calling you by your surname all the time."

"I don't mind. It's fine as it comes."

Stella replied nonchalantly, her gaze naturally drifting downwards.

Murakoshi's caresses of her body gradually became more complex.

He rubbed her lower abdomen with his palms, then pinched and kneaded her breasts with his fingers, occasionally teasing her navel
and the nipples hidden in her bra.

A strange sensation made her tremble slightly.

"Stella's breasts are as big as a cow's, but they're so bouncy, they feel really nice."

"But your shoulders are often tired."

"So, would supporting them like this be better than wearing a bra?"

Saying this, Murakoshi directly pulled off her bra, then cupped her round
breasts from below with his hands in a bowl shape.

Under his rough movements of tossing and kneading, Stella could only watch as her breasts were squeezed and
deformed, even starting to turn red.

"Idiot, bras don't adjust themselves!"

Stella answered Murakoshi's silly question with a laugh, but she didn't find it strange that he was rubbing her breasts.

She didn't need to feel wary or uncomfortable around Murakoshi Aizen anyway, so she naturally
felt nothing about this perfectly normal situation.

"Hmm... the bra's effect on magic transmission is bigger than I thought..."

"Really? Then just take it off, right?"

"Eh, Stella, are you allowing me, a complete stranger, to take off my bra and touch your
breasts directly? You're a genius of noble birth."

"What does touching my breasts have to do with my status?"

Stella answered naturally.

In her eyes, Murakoshi's request and suggestion were more important than that.

"Well then, I'll gladly comply...!"

Without another word, Murakoshi ripped off her bra, his ten fingers immediately grabbing and kneading her
large breasts, which were completely exposed to the camera.

Her full and soft breasts were constantly being pulled and stretched by Murakoshi's hands, their full and rounded shape
swaying with the movement of his hands.

"Mmm..."

The pain mixed with a faint sweetness made her groan softly.

"Oh? Stella, are you feeling comfortable?"

"Thinking about it, it's actually no different from a massage, so it's normal to feel comfortable."

"This reaction... could it be related to Kurogane-kun?"

"That's why Ichiki and I don't have that kind of lewd relationship, okay!"

The two chatted casually, their bodies pressed close together.

Feeling the warmth of Murakoshi's body emanating from her back, Stella let his chin rest on her shoulder as he whispered in her
ear.

Her hands, placed at her sides, remained hanging down, her body facing the camera that was still recording her entire body. Her full breasts were deformed into various unnatural shapes
under the caresses and pinches of Murakoshi's hands . 　　"Although it's not as smooth as contact with a spirit suit, judging from this feeling, magic transmission is indeed more efficient when conducted directly through the skin." 　　"Your ability is less convenient than I imagined." 　　"My training is indeed insufficient... By the way, Stella, may I pull on your nipples?" 　　"Sure... Ah!" 　　As soon as she finished answering, Stella felt Murakoshi's fingers, which were pinching her nipples, suddenly twist and pull, almost as if he were pulling up her entire breasts. 　　With his index and middle fingers pinching her erect nipples, Murakoshi shook his hands back and forth, making her breasts sway like a hanging bell in front of the camera. 　　"How does it feel for the second princess of the Familion Empire to have her nipples grabbed and her breasts swayed by a stranger?" 　　"Of course it hurts... Do you think breasts are toys...!" 　　"But this is all for Kurogane-kun, Stella, just bear with it. Of course, you can also try to feel good." 　　"I know, don't be so rough... Ugh, um...!" 　　Normally, no matter who did this to her, she would definitely be blasted into a charred corpse in the next second. 　　However, Stella had already decided to accept all of Murakoshi Aizen's opinions and requests, so even if she was subjected to such humiliating behavior, she would not feel disgusted. 　　Moreover, since it was all for Ikki's safety, she could not resist. 　　"Ugh... Ugh...!" 　　A sweet feeling gradually came from her breasts. 　　After following Murakoshi's advice, Stella began to feel the pain of her breasts being pulled and rubbed gradually weaken, replaced by a strange feeling that was hard to describe, like it was both hot and swollen. 　　An unexpectedly pleasurable sensation caused her to moan involuntarily. 　　"Hmm, Stella, kneel down in front of me now... Come on, look at me." 　　"Ah... It hurts, don't pinch..." 　　Her breasts were grabbed and pinched, her nipples were twisted, and Stella knelt down on both knees facing the camera at his instruction. 　　At this moment, her gaze met that of Muragoshi, who was still standing. 　　Being looked down upon by a man from above, and being ordered to kneel half-naked, 　　Stella felt a sense of inversion she had never experienced before, and her head began to spin. 　　"Stella, I just discovered that magic can be transmitted not only through skin but also through direct contact with mucous membranes, so please look up at me and open your mouth." 　　"Just open my mouth? Ah..." 　　Following Muragoshi's instructions, Stella opened her small mouth under his gaze. 　　The next second, Muragoshi, who was looking down at her, roughly covered her mouth with his lips. 　　Their four lips pressed tightly together as if glued together. Stella responded to his tongue's swirling movements, letting his saliva flow into her mouth. 　　At Muragoshi's prompting, she didn't swallow the saliva immediately, but instead mixed it together in her mouth before swallowing it under his watchful gaze. 　　Then, her outstretched tongue was sucked into Muragoshi's mouth. 　　"…!…!!" 　　During this process, Muragoshi's hands didn't stop kneading her breasts. 　　Being grasped, kneaded, her full breasts, seemingly about to overflow from his fingers, even seemed , causing Stella's breasts to sway with his movements. 　　The erect nipples were rubbed by the pads of two of Muragoshi's fingers, the stimulation of circling and poking causing her body to tremble involuntarily. 　　"Ah...uh...mmm..." 　　"By the way, Stella, you have to stay still and cooperate with my actions. Even though your breasts are being played with and you're kneeling to kiss me, you don't have to think too much. Just accept me." 　　"I...I know...uh, mmm...!" 　　Her entire upper body, covered in fragrant sweat, was being passionately caressed by Murakoshi's mouth, tongue, fingers, and hands. 　　She had never imagined that her proud breasts would be constantly rubbed and squeezed , turning into lewd flesh. 　　She had never imagined that she, who had only offered her pure lips to Ikki, would now become a toy for others to taste at will . 　　However, for Stella, who [did not need to be wary or feel uncomfortable with Murakoshi Aizen], none of these things were strange. She naturally [accepted all of Murakoshi Aizen's opinions and requests], relaxing allowing his actions. 　　The sensations from her body became clearer as a result, plunging her into a deeper pleasure. 　　"Mmm... Ughhhhhh!!" 　　Stella's body quickly and involuntarily spasmed. 　　Unaware that she was letting the pleasure wash over her without restraint, her body faithfully responding to Murakoshi's stimulation, pushing her to the peak of ecstasy. 　　Sweat poured from her body, her only garment, her underwear, becoming soaked. Stella gasped for breath. 　　Even with her excellent physical abilities, this unprecedented sensation still overwhelmed her mind and body. 　　"Haa, haa... What is this...?" 　　"Well, it's just a side effect of the magic transmission starting to go smoothly. After all, the body doesn't easily adapt to other people's magic, so the reaction is a bit more intense... Don't worry about it, okay, Stella?" 　　"Ah... I understand... Ah, ughhhhh..."

Enjoying the lingering afterglow in her mind, Stella responded with soft moans.

Because Murakoshi's hand moved again.

"No, wait... I'll call you, umm... ah, no, umm~~!!"

Riding the lingering afterglow, it assaulted her brain again, that intense, sweet sensation making her dizzy once more.

Her mind went blank, and Stella could only gasp for breath.

And the melancholy she felt for Ikki seemed to lessen somewhat as her thoughts drifted.

After a short rest, Murakoshi took out a towel for her to dry herself, and Stella, at his prompting, put her
uniform back on.

Apart from the water stains remaining on the cushions and the strange stench of their mingled body odor, the warehouse looked no different
from usual.

"...So what happened to your ability? Can it be activated?"

After buttoning her uniform, Stella asked impatiently.

She had spent so much time being touched for this.

"Wait a moment... Open your eyes, Exhilarating!"

With that, Murakoshi closed his eyes, clapping his hands together forcefully. Purple magic began to emanate from his body,
forming an eye-like totem.

Unable to do anything, Stella could only watch him nervously.

The eye-like totem blurred within seconds and then vanished.

"...I see it!" "

!"

As Murakoshi shouted and opened his eyes, Stella couldn't help but tense up.

Moreover, Murakoshi's expression was even more serious than before, making her unable to help but worry.

"...Kurotetsu-kun is still safe and sound for now."

After a long while, Murakoshi broke the silence.

The heavy feeling weighing on Stella's heart dissipated with his announcement.

"Ikki...that's great..."

"Stella, I'm sorry, my magic transmission is currently limited, and my abilities only allow me to see a very limited amount
...all I can see is him sitting quietly alone in his room..."

"Yeah, it's okay, at least I know Ikki is alright! Thank you, Murakoshi!"

Stella expressed her heartfelt gratitude.

She hadn't expected this classmate, whom she'd only known for less than a day, to go to such lengths to help her.

Although they had done some things that defied common sense and ethics along the way, for Stella, who didn't need to
feel wary or uncomfortable around Murakoshi Aizen, those were negligible things.

The most important thing was Ikki.

"However, Stella, there's something I still need to make clear to you."

Murakoshi's voice pulled her back to reality from her joy.

"W-what's wrong?"

"My ability can only last a very short time, and the future I can see isn't very far off... If
we're judging by the magic transfer rate just now, it'll probably be less than half a day."

"Half... In that case, even you don't know what will happen to Ikki afterward, do you?"

Murakoshi's explanation plunged Stella back into a state of tension.

The joy of knowing that her beloved was safe was overshadowed by the newly emerging unease.

"What, what should we do... Murakoshi, is there really no way?"

"..."

Stella grabbed his shoulders and glared at him.

Murakoshi, who was being stared at, seemed unable to speak, avoiding her gaze while maintaining a heavy expression.

"...I have a suggestion, but..."

"Don't just say 'but'! Tell me whatever you want!"

Seemingly moved by her gaze, Murakoshi finally broke the silence.

"As I mentioned before, my ability requires sufficient magical energy transfer. The situation I just described is
due to insufficient transfer rate and time, which is why I can't observe the distant future... However, if
enough magical energy transfer can be achieved before I activate my ability, I might be able to see even further into the future."

"So, as long as the transfer time and efficiency are sufficient, it'll be fine, right?"

"Theoretically, that's correct, but my divination requires at least several hours, and I need to
find a place where I won't be disturbed to conduct the transfer more efficiently."

After a pause, Murakoshi continued,

"I just realized that Stella's dorm is only one floor away from mine. If we could
conduct the magical energy transfer in one of our rooms... however..."

Stella guessed what Murakoshi was about to say.

To put it simply, Murakoshi planned to stay in her room, doing the same thing as before.

Considering the situation of their two roommates, whose room to stay in was the obvious answer.

"--Sure."

And this couldn't be simpler for Stella.

"...Is it really okay? It's not really appropriate for a stranger like me to spend the whole night with you, is it?"

"You're just using your ability to observe the future, right?"

Stella didn't doubt his proposal.

If she didn't need to be wary or feel uncomfortable with Murakoshi Aizen, she only needed to accept
all of his opinions and requests.

After chatting with Murakoshi for a while to decide on their next meeting and exchanging contact information, Stella
left the warehouse.

"Ikki, you have to be safe and sound...!"

Stella clenched her fists.

She believed the man she had her eye on wouldn't end like this— *********

********* ********* *********

Several more days passed.

More than ten days had passed since Ikki was taken away. Just two days ago, Stella

exuded a menacing aura that kept everyone at bay, her entire body seemingly bursting with sparks. Today, however, she was unexpectedly calm and collected. Of course, several days ago, she had scared away fearless students who came to inquire about the gossip, so naturally, no one dared to risk their life now. 　　For Stella herself, the past two days had also been quite long. 　　Not only did she have the support of Alice and Shizuku, but she also received assistance from Murakoshi, so she wasn't as worried about Ikki's situation as she had initially.

Firmly believing that Ikki would return to her side, Stella
performed flawlessly in the selection trials, defeating her opponents one after another.

Time slipped away silently.

The sun quietly dipped below the horizon.

Gazing at the afterglow of the setting sun streaming into the living room through the window, Stella stirred the thick soup in the pot while
humming a tune she had heard from a video game.

Not long after, there was a knock at the door

. "Excuse me."

"Ah, Murakoshi, you're finally here!"

Seeing Murakoshi unlock the door, Stella greeted him happily.

Then, she naturally leaned closer to him, letting him place his hands on her breasts, which were only covered by
pink lingerie, and fondle them.

—She had already grown accustomed to this.

Every night, Murakoshi would come to her room for a one-on-one magical exchange, using his
abilities to observe Ikki's future and thus ascertain his safety.

However, to ensure the best results, Murakoshi would spend most of each evening in her room conducting
magic transfer. To guarantee the efficiency of the transfer, Stella would change into clothes he specified, and Murakoshi
would undress completely before the actual transfer.

Of course, she was well aware that being in a secluded room with a strange man in disheveled clothes was a recipe
for misunderstanding, so Stella didn't mention it to anyone and gave
Murakoshi a spare key so he could easily sneak into the room.

Since everything Murakoshi did was for her benefit, she felt no suspicion towards his words or actions.

"Before we start the transmission, make sure you eat well! Okay... mmm, oh mmm..."

"Not only did you let me caress your body, but you also prepared a sumptuous dinner for me? Stella,
thank ..."

"Don't think too much about it... mmm... this is for Ikki!"

While Stella was preparing dinner, Murakoshi's hands didn't stop, directly caressing the nipples covered by the thin cloth
, circling and kneading the areolas.

After nearly two weeks of prolonged stimulation, Stella's body had long been accustomed to the caresses of the opposite sex, so
her body naturally began to heat up, and her nipples slowly protruded from under her bra.

His fingers moved down to her breasts, using a gesture no different from milking, lifting and kneading them upwards, while Murakoshi's mouth gently nibbled at her
exposed shoulders, leaving conspicuous hickeys.

"Don't kiss me in such an obvious place, what if someone sees... um, kiss..."

"If I'm wearing a uniform, they won't see it at all, right?"

Murakoshi interrupted Stella's complaint with a deep kiss.

With her tongue blocked and her lips being sucked, she didn't object after hearing his opinion.

While enjoying the noble lips of the foreign princess, Murakoshi's hands moved to her breasts and slender waist at the same time
, making intimate caresses as if they were lovers.

With Murakoshi's hands all over her, it took Stella longer than usual to prepare dinner.

"Stella, can you feed me?"

"Hmm?"

Hearing Murakoshi's request, she couldn't help but blink.

"Of course. Come on, ah~"

"Thank you... ah~ um~"

Looking at Murakoshi's happy yet strangely surprised expression, the corners of Stella's mouth naturally turned up.

Even with something as natural as feeding, this person always inexplicably acted with
the restraint of a stranger, which made her laugh.

"So, Stella, open your mouth, ah~"

"Ah... gulp, chu, um...!"

Obeying his command, she opened her mouth, only to have it immediately sealed by Murakoshi's tongue. Warm, thick soup
mixed with saliva as their tongues intertwined, slowly being pushed down her throat.

Not long after their mouths separated, she was again deeply kissed by Murakoshi, who was still holding food in his mouth. She had no choice but to swallow her earlier
complaints along with the pieces of meat that were being fed to her.

The cheese soup was completely devoured during their tongue-twisting exchange, and the egg bowl salad was soon
exchanged between their lips. The remaining meatball baked rice unknowingly became a condiment for Stella and him as they swallowed each other's saliva
.

"Ah, um... gulp, gulp... haa, ooh, um! Ah, um... um um um~~!!"

Feeling the wriggling motion of Murakoshi's tongue, which felt like a caress, she once again experienced a surge of pleasure within her.

A shiver ran through her body. Suppressing the heat rising deep within her, Stella took a breath before opening her mouth again
to resume a wet, mouth-to-mouth kiss with Muragoshi.

The simple Western-style dinner took longer than Stella had anticipated.

During this time, her breasts, lower abdomen, and thighs remained within Muragoshi's reach,
constantly being caressed by him.

"By the way, Stella, do you and Kurogane enjoy your dinner together like this too?"

"Yeah... um, chu... but even when Ikki eats, he's like a gentleman..."

"So he doesn't act like me?"

"N-chu, no way! Ikki is a very proper person, how could he... ugh, umm... how could he
touch my breasts and play with my mouth while eating dinner... ah, ahm..."

Hearing Murakoshi's question, Stella answered irritably, letting him pry open her mouth with his fingers and play with
her tongue, while shifting her body on his lap to let Murakoshi's other hand rub her
breasts .

His fingers circled her areolas, and Murakoshi's mouth naturally moved to her ear, biting and sucking
on Stella's earlobe.

"No, don't... I'm cooking...!"

"Blame it on Stella being too cute." He

answered casually, his hands shaking Stella's breasts as if playing with a water balloon, making
the soft, heavy mounds sway from side to side.

"This looks more delicious than any food~"

"You... umm! You better focus on eating... ugh...!"

Stella was moved into Murakoshi's arms, complaining as she let his hands and mouth do whatever they wanted to her.
He caressed and played with her body, her thighs slightly parted at his prompting.

Muragoshi's penis then peeked out between her legs.

"This... umm... method of enhancing magic transmission, really, *chu*... does it work?"

"Of course it does."

While sharing a deep, intimate kiss with Stella, Muragoshi squeezed her breasts and thrust his hips, moving his penis
up and down between her thighs.

Her swaying breasts bore faint red finger marks from Muragoshi's movements, and Stella's neck and earlobes were also marked
with bright red kisses from his lips.

"Hey, you... ah!"

Before she could say anything, Muragoshi pulled her down onto the sofa, pinning her down with his
body . Stella could only let him thrust his hips against her, pushing his penis towards her lower body.

From her writhing, deformed crotch, constantly being rubbed by Muragoshi's hands, Stella could clearly see
the erect, throbbing penis rubbing against her underwear.

This had happened several times already.

According to Muragoshi, more intimate contact with him was necessary to enhance
the accuracy of his ability to foresee the future; and besides direct skin-to-skin contact, contact through mucous membranes and bodily fluids was also highly
effective . Therefore, every night she would wear sexy lingerie and allow Muragoshi to caress her at will.

Even though she had long agreed to accept all of Muragoshi Aizen's opinions and requests, such a scene, if
witnessed by a third party, would inevitably lead to unnecessary misunderstandings.

Although Stella herself did not feel any wariness or discomfort towards Muragoshi Aizen, others might not
think so.

Considering how meticulously he had arranged for the magic transfer to take place in her room, her impression of Muragoshi
improved somewhat.

"Ah...Stella...Stella..."

"Ugh...it hurts, don't...ugh...harder...ahhh..."

Stella, whose breasts were being rubbed and who was being forcibly kissed, couldn't finish her sentence and was too embarrassed to resist his actions, so she could only let
Muragoshi grope her body.

As if using her as a toy for sexual gratification, Muragoshi's actions became more and more intense.

"Ugh...uh-uh!"

"Ah...!"

In no time, he ejaculated into Stella's body.

Streams of white semen splashed onto her skin, and the strangely sticky texture made
Stella frown.

Although she had agreed to let Muragoshi grope her, the semen was completely unexpected.

"Stella, you have to learn to accept semen, it's a very important factor in magic transmission..."

Muragoshi said gently, seemingly sensing her dissatisfaction.

"...Okay..."

She frowned.

For Ikki's sake, Stella had long ago decided to accept all of Aizen Murakoshi's opinions and requests, and now
she wouldn't refuse.

She was willing to agree to anything to save the person trapped in danger.

************ ********* *********

Kurogane Ikki had been imprisoned in this windowless place for over ten days.

He had been subjected to hundreds of vicious interrogations, his explanations repeatedly denied, refuted, or even
ignored. The meager portions of food were barely palatable, as if designed to break his body and mind.

In this state, he was even deprived of adequate rest.

(What time is it now...?)

Ikki's biological clock had been completely disrupted.

He hadn't seen the sky in ages, and his sense of time had been maliciously interfered with during repeated all-night
interrogations , leaving him unable to distinguish between day and night.

His body and mind had been repeatedly tormented, and his exhaustion was now impossible to conceal.

Under these circumstances, he even had to continue the selection process,
fighting against clearly carefully chosen and formidable opponents.

Yet, Ikki still emerged victorious.

Even the slightest movement brought intense, unusual pain, and his chest and lungs suffered hidden wounds from his incessant coughing
. He didn't give up, gritting his teeth and wielding his sword to defeat the countless powerful opponents before him.

(Yes…it's not over yet…)

For Ikki, this 'battle' was far from over.

He was woken by cold water just as he was about to fall asleep, repeatedly disturbed during meals, and during interrogation, the repulsive Akaza
constantly tried to coax him into submission with various verbal maneuvers.

Until now, aside from a brief meeting with Oreki-sensei, who came to see him for treatment because he was on the verge of dying from weakness and complications in the detention center,
he had been unable to contact anyone outside.

Until this moment, there was no one who could help Ikki.

(Stella…wait for me…!)

But Ikki still didn't give up.

Remembering the thing Oreki-sensei had secretly hidden in his arms, he felt a warmth spread through his chest.

It was a fiery red, with curly hair.

Having spent so much time with the girl he cared about, he could certainly recognize it as
the hair color that only Stella possessed, a color he had deeply memorized over time.

Ikki could even imagine Stella cutting off strands of her own hair.

(Yes… Stella must be fighting too, so so am I…!)

Ikki bit his dry, cracked lower lip hard.

Imagining the pain Stella could feel, he suddenly felt that his lack of water, food, and rest
was trivial.

"…Okay."

His fighting spirit returned, and Ikki sat cross-legged on the floor, closing his eyes to rest.

To recover as quickly as possible before leaving this place, he decided to buy time to adjust his physical condition.

—But Kurogane Ikki didn't have the ability to foresee the future.

Therefore, he never imagined
the fatal turning point that would appear before him, shattering all of Kurogane Ikki's beliefs that had reached their limit—

＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊

For Stella, these days have been busy.

Having defeated her 17th opponent, with only the final battle remaining the day after tomorrow, she, as usual, invited Murakoshi to
her room for their routine magic transfer.

However, her relatively calm state of mind vanished during today's 'observation'.

"You... what did you say...!"

Stella could hardly believe her ears.

"The day before yesterday you clearly said Ikki was safe, how come he has pneumonia now!?"

"Although I don't know what happened to Kurogane-kun... but I saw him coughing constantly,
even with blood in his eyes, so it should be... ugh!?"

Murakoshi, trying to explain, was grabbed by the collar and lifted up by her.

A hot aura emanated from Stella's body, her beautiful face now filled with panic and embarrassment
, her rationality completely obliterated.

"St... Stella...!"

After staring intently at Murakoshi's expression for a while, Stella finally released his collar.

Seeing his expression, Stella realized she was too excited.

However, thinking that Ikki might be in even greater danger than before, and could even lose his life at any moment, she
could calm herself down.

"--Well, I can't help it."

"Hmm?"

Stella came back to her senses.

Then she saw Murakoshi put his curved finger to his lips.

A sharp finger whistle sounded in the room.

"Wh-what…………"

At the same time, Stella felt an emptiness spreading from her head to her whole body.

However, this feeling quickly subsided, and she regained her senses.

"...Stella?"

"!"

Stella blinked.

She felt that the brief daze just now had an indescribable feeling.

It was as if she had lost something again without realizing it.

(...'again'?)

--Why would she use 'again' to describe this unfamiliar feeling?

"What's wrong?"

"No...it's just, a little..."

Hearing Murakoshi's question, she naturally put aside the doubts in her heart.

After all, she didn't need to be wary or feel uncomfortable around Murakoshi Aizen, so this unfounded suspicion naturally couldn't
linger in her mind.

"Why don't we have dinner first? We can do the magic transfer afterwards."

"...Yeah, that's right."

She nodded.

This week, at Murakoshi's request, Stella's magic transfer with him became more frequent, and the form of
contact was closer than before.

Although it was embarrassing, accepting all of Murakoshi Aizen's opinions and requests was
a decision she had made long ago, and naturally, she wouldn't change it because of a little bit of shame.

After dinner, with Murakoshi's help, Stella tidied up the living room to prepare for the magic transfer
process later.

"Hey... why here...?"

"It's easier to have direct skin contact this way. Didn't we talk about that before?"

"I, I just wanted to confirm!"

Hearing Murakoshi's answer, Stella nodded and withdrew her gaze from his naked body.

Now, neither of them was wearing any clothes, completely naked in the cramped bathroom.

Besides the usual toiletries and toiletries, there was a large, pale yellow
air mattress.

"I didn't expect Stella to have one of these air mattresses. Saves me the trouble of preparing one… Why did you buy
something that can only be used in the bathroom?"

"Ben, I originally wanted to… with Ikki…"

"…That's surprising. The second princess of the Famillion Empire, you're such a repressed and lecherous
girl…"

"This, this was just to help Ikki wash up!"

Faced with Murakoshi's completely uninhibited and blunt questioning, Stella simply blushed as she answered.

Although she knew that her current naked state was even more indecent than before; whether it was
her collarbone and waist, which were difficult to see under her uniform, or her breasts and buttocks, which were usually tightly covered, or even
her feet which were completely unprotected by clothing, her body curves were completely exposed.

However, even as Muragoshi scrutinized her entire body, Stella wasn't as shy as before.

"Well then, Stella, let's begin..."

"Yes!"

Hearing Muragoshi's voice, Stella knelt before him without hesitation.

Although she didn't know why she had been so distracted, thinking about the magic transfer, she knelt down
without a second thought , following the previous procedure.

Seeing Muragoshi nod in agreement, she moved closer to him, her naturally fair
skin making intimate contact with the man's.

Over the past ten days, under Muragoshi's guidance, Stella had continuously increased the physical contact between them,
stabilizing the efficiency of magic transfer. Although she couldn't discern whether his abilities had improved,
she had never doubted what Tsuki had said.

Although she had only known him for less than half a month, Stella knew that [Murakoshi Aizen
was just as important to her as Ikki], so she naturally had no doubts.

Applying shower gel to her palms and body, Stella cleaned Muragoshi's
body by hand, just as the name suggested.

She had done the same thing to Ikki before, and with her nightly
lessons , her skills had become increasingly refined.

"Ah, that feels so good… I'm suddenly so envious of Kurogane-kun…"

"If it weren't for improving the efficiency of magic transfer, I wouldn't do this to anyone!"

While complaining, Stella circled behind Murakoshi, massaging his
shoulders against his back.

Initially, she was a little shy, but she had gotten used to it over time.

As Stella moved her upper body, her large, soft breasts pressed against Murakoshi's back,
deforming with each stroke of her hands as she rubbed his body.

"Mmm, Stella, my ears."

"Okay."

Hearing his request, Stella didn't hesitate to lick the back of his ear and earlobe with her tongue.

At the same time, her hands tightly embraced Murakoshi's chest, her soft breasts kneading against his
body .

Noticing that Murakoshi had turned to look at her, Stella immediately brought her face closer, letting his lips kiss
her cheek, and allowing his saliva-covered tongue to lick her eyebrows and the corners of her lips.

Using her full, soft breasts as a sponge, she focused on cleaning Murakoshi's body.

"Next, it's time to wash the front."

"Mmm. Ah... kiss, mmm..."

Obeying his instructions, Stella moved to his front, and Murakoshi quickly grabbed her shoulders and kissed her forcefully.

Without resistance, Stella, gradually getting used to his deep kisses, stuck her tongue into his mouth, carefully
licking the roots of his teeth and the underside of his tongue, sucking up and swallowing every drop of Murakoshi's saliva.

Actively wrapping her arms around his back, Stella pressed her breasts tightly against his chest,
rubbing them up and down.

The sensation of their nipples touching at such close range caused her to let out a soft moan.

After all, [physical contact with Murakoshi Aizen brought the most comfortable feeling in her life], so she thoroughly
enjoyed the process.

Completely trusting Murakoshi, Stella unknowingly became intoxicated by this sweet
pleasure that even Ikki couldn't provide.

"Stella's breasts are as big as watermelons, but they feel so bouncy to the touch,
softer than cotton candy... Does Kurogane touch your breasts like that, Stella?"

"How could that be... umm, Ikki... ah, um... he's a gentleman..."

"So, only I, a man, have touched Stella's lewd breasts?"

"Of course not, I would never... ugh... let another man, umm, touch my body like that
!"

"But, Stella, don't you think it's weird? The way we are right now."

"Huh?"

Stella didn't understand what was strange about the current situation.

Although she was currently kneeling in front of Murakoshi, completely naked and covered in shower gel, wholeheartedly
massaging and cleaning this male classmate she had known for less than half a month, and letting him touch
any , that was all.

[Murakoshi Aizen was just as important to her as Ikki], so serving him was not surprising at all.

For Stella,
it was perfectly reasonable to do whatever he asked, in order to use Murakoshi's abilities to ensure Ikki's safety and to fulfill any request he made.

Offering her body was nothing unusual.

Without replying, Stella gave him a disgruntled glare and continued kissing him, shifting positions to let
her breasts slide back and forth across his body.

His back, chest, shoulders, arms, thighs, even the top and back of his head—Stella used her
proud breasts to give him the softest, most comfortable massage.

"Heave-ho...heave-ho..." "Ah...Princess, it's so wonderful to be served so passionately

with your wanton virgin body, like a lowly bath attendant ..." 　　"You're such a chatterbox...chuh..." 　　Stella interrupted Murakoshi's words with her mouth, letting him play with her tongue. 　　Her snow-white skin gradually flushed red as she was wiped, the shower gel mixing to form clumps of foam, barely covering Stella's naked body. 　　However, with her passionate movements, these bubbles quickly slid to the ground and dispersed. 　　"Now for the bottom, you remember what to do, right?" 　　"I am... umm... the genius princess of the Famillion Empire, oh, um... how could this be difficult for me?" 　　As Muragoshi stroked her, she slowly moved her body downwards. 　　Kneeling between the man's legs, Stella gazed tenderly at the hard, swollen penis before her. The 　　male shaft, with its bulging veins, stood erect like an iron rod, and the translucent fluid seeping from its thick tip emitted a scent that made her feel comfortable. 　　The body odor and sweat odor, combined with the odor of the penis, made her smile unconsciously, as if she were nestled in the embrace of her most beloved person, filling her with an indescribable sense of security. 　　Although she had known for over ten days during the magical energy transfer that physical contact with Aizen Murakoshi would bring the most pleasurable feeling of her life, she still found herself intoxicated by it every time. 　　"Ah..." 　　Without waiting for Murakoshi's instructions, Stella involuntarily opened her mouth and took the penis that was almost poking her cheek into her mouth. 　　To Stella, Aizen Murakoshi was just as important as Ikki. 　　Even though the penis smelled strongly of it, it didn't disgust her. 　　"Hmm...uh...ooh..." 　　"Stella is so obedient and lewd, it makes me so happy...!" 　　he exclaimed excitedly, patting her head as if praising a pet. 　　Glancing at the delighted Murakoshi and the camera perched high behind the bathroom, recording her every move and action, Stella only responded with muffled groans and her tongue. 　　"Oh...yes, lick my glans...Your Highness is getting better and better at 'blowing'...!" 　　Stella rolled her eyes, taking Murakoshi's mocking words as a compliment. 　　As her head swayed back and forth, her body rocked, her full breasts gently slapping against Murakoshi's lower body. 　　The sounds of her tongue and lips sucking on his penis, and the sticky sounds of flesh colliding, echoed in the bathroom. 　　"Oh! What a wonderful experience..." 　　"Ugh...you, you shouldn't just focus on your pleasure...!" 　　Stella mumbled incoherently, still diligently serving his penis with her lips and tongue.

The hard, swollen lump of flesh inside her mouth made it hard to breathe, but remembering that she was
working hard , she endured the discomfort in her jaw and throat.

Feeling the penis begin to throb in her mouth, Stella's movements became more intense.

At the same time, Murakoshi grabbed the back of her head and began to swing it back and forth, roughly thrusting it into her mouth as if using the beautiful princess beneath him as a toy for
his sexual gratification .

"Ugh, uh...!"

"Oh... so good, Stella's little mouth feels so good... I'm going to, I'm going to cum!"

Ignoring her suffering, Murakoshi shouted to himself, pushing his lower body forward with all his
might, his thick glans pressing against her throat, almost touching her drooping tongue.

Then, with a low growl, thick semen gushed into Stella's mouth.

"Gulp... Ugh... Glug... Ugh...!"

The feeling of something blocking her throat turned into intense discomfort, causing her to let out a moan.

At the same time, Stella felt an indescribable, sweet
pleasure coursing through her body; accustomed to the fact that physical contact with Murakoshi Aizen brought the most pleasurable sensation of her life, she
quickly realized what was happening and began to drink the semen that was about to spill from her mouth.

"Ugh, glug... Ugh...!?"

Stella trembled violently as she swallowed the first mouthful of semen.

The unimaginable sweetness surged into an intense pleasure, rapidly washing over her mind.

"Glug... Ugh, ugh... Glug... Glug..."

Trembling, Stella struggled to force Murakoshi's semen down her throat.

The thick, fishy smell and the sticky texture that was difficult to swallow, even after experiencing it
dozens of times still made her uncomfortable.

It took her several attempts to finish the semen completely.

And her uncooperative body was pushed to several wonderful climaxes in that short period of time.

"Haa...haa..."

Stella looked up with hazy eyes, opening her mouth wide so that Murakoshi and the camera behind her
could clearly see the clean inside of her mouth after swallowing the semen.

"This time too...I drank it all..."

"As expected of the second princess of the Famillion Empire, who would have thought that such a famous genius would choke on semen
during vomit all over the floor...
It's so good that I don't have to kneel on the ground and lick the semen clean like before, Stella?"

"That, that was just because I lacked experience! I definitely won't do that now!"

Hearing Murakoshi's sarcastic remarks, Stella, knowing that she was in the wrong, did not
rudely refute him as usual.

If he hadn't said that semen could enhance magic transmission, she would never have swallowed that disgusting
stuff!

"But this is a man's semen, how can Stella swallow it all?"

"Isn't this what you asked for, you idiot...!"

Stella complained, her voice tinged with anger, glaring at Muragoshi before moving closer to his
still semi-erect penis.

Opening her mouth, Stella's lips engulfed the glans, which appeared swollen and
glistening , sucking away the remaining semen.

Once the penis regained its hardness, she lifted her upper body, using her arms to push her full, elastic
breasts together, trapping the penis between her breasts.

However, even with Stella's large breasts, she couldn't fully push the penis into her cleavage.

With a slippery, fleshy sound, the thick glans rudely emerged between her breasts
, almost touching her chin.

"Murakoshi is so thin, but this thing is so big, is it malnourished...?"

"Oh, Stella, why do you say such hurtful things... You
serve my penis like a slave girl every day, your lewd body should be used to it by now, right?"

"You're so glib."

Stella replied irritably.

[Physical contact with Murakoshi Aizen brings the most comfortable feeling in my life] made her unconsciously
ignore his strange attitude as if he were treating her like a slave.

Lowering her head to avoid looking at Murakoshi's expression, Stella began to move her arms up and down, letting her soft breasts squeeze
his penis.

Like a sponge or cotton candy, with the squeezing and deformation, Stella's full breasts applied gentle pressure from all
sides , firmly clamping his penis in the tight cleavage; watching
the glans, covered in semen, constantly jiggling back and forth during the squeezing, she naturally stuck out her tongue and licked it.

As she swirled her tongue around the glans, she could even feel the man before her trembling with excitement.

"Oh... Stella's breasts are so amazing... so big and soft, and they grip so well, she's definitely born
to serve men..."

he groaned.

Clearly, Murakoshi was enjoying the same pleasurable sensations as herself under her ministrations.

This reaction made her intensify her movements.

Although everything she was doing was to confirm Ikki's safety, [Murakoshi Aizen
was just as important to her as Ikki], and the fact that he felt good made Stella happy.

Feeling the penis tremble with pleasure, Stella squeezed the hot, cylindrical shaft even harder.

Her fingers, positioned above his large breasts, gently poked at the glans, while her tongue licked around the coronal sulcus
, her body swaying with each movement.

"Goo-ooh...!"

"How about this... chu... is this a skill I learned myself?"

"This charming yet submissive smile is so lewd, are you still the Second Princess...!"

"You're the one who ordered me to learn how to serve~?"

Stella, her cheeks flushed, smiled
and teased .

Letting Murakoshi stroke her cheeks and head, she focused intently on moving her body, her full breasts
constantly squeezing against her tight and soft valley, her lips occasionally lightly licking the glans, exploring every part of the penis.
He then stimulated her.

Seemingly both shy and restless, yet overflowing with desire, her fair skin flushed with a sweet sweat, which dripped onto the floor
with each movement and excited tremor.

"Ugh, um...oh, Stella's breasts..."

"Haa...um, kiss...it feels so good, um...uh kiss...right...?"

Stella asked Murakoshi in a muffled tone, but didn't slow her pace.

Feeling the heat and swelling of his penis inside her cleavage, the prelude to the second wave of semen, she
suppressed her increasingly erratic breathing, her mouth sucking on the glans with varying intensity.

During the service, Stella also experienced an indescribable, sweet pleasure from the fact that [physical contact with Murakoshi Aizen brought the most
comfortable ], causing her to unconsciously intensify her movements and even
unconsciously emit seductive moans.

Kneeling between Muragoshi's legs, Stella slightly lifted her body forward and swayed back and forth forcefully, letting the penis
thrust in and out between her breasts, rubbing her entire body against the penis.

"Gurgle...! Stella, is it okay if I cum? I can
ejaculate inside your slutty breasts, right?"

"Mmm... Ah... Cum, cum all inside... Ah, mmm...!"

Muragoshi rubbed her nipples and areolas with his fingers, while his hands grasped and swayed her breasts back and forth. She
could only support her breasts from below, letting her body sway with his movements.

Looking down at the penis thrusting in and out of her breasts, Stella felt
the warmth spreading from her skin throughout her body.

She could even feel the penis pulsating, as if it were resonating with her own heartbeat.

"Ugh, ugh... I'm coming!"

"Ahhh...!"

Murakoshi growled as he ejaculated a second stream of semen between Stella's breasts.

At the same time, Stella
experienced a strange pleasure from the burning sensation on her breasts, coupled with the satisfaction of seeing the man she cared about happy.

During ejaculation, he released his grip on her breasts, his penis withdrawing from her tight, warm vagina
, spraying the remaining semen onto her dazed face.

"Haa...haa..." Stella

gasped, her upper body instantly covered in Murakoshi's semen.

Her eyebrows, forehead, lips, crotch, her slightly heaving breasts, even her slightly parted tongue—
nothing escaped his semen's baptism.

"Hoo...it feels so good, Stella's service is amazing...
I'm so happy to think that even Kurogane hasn't experienced such lewd breast play."

"Ugh...who do you think I am...?"

Hearing Murakoshi's heartfelt words, Stella naturally smiled at him,
responding with a joyful voice, wiping the semen off her face before slowly drinking it.

She didn't understand how shameful and unbearable it was to have a man ejaculate on her body and swallow
it shudder with excitement. 　　"Ugh...Stella, come closer." 　　"Ugh...what is it?" 　　Almost lost in the sweet sensation, she snapped back to reality and saw Murakoshi pointing to her

stomach, which was stained with a little semen. 　　"Lick it clean." 　　"Mmm." 　　Without hesitation, Stella crawled towards Murakoshi's lower body, gently . 　　"Mmm... Eek...!?" 　　"Good girl, don't move, okay? This is also an important magic transfer." 　　Looking at her trembling crotch, Murakoshi said with a smile. 　　As Stella approached, his foot quietly stretched forward, poking at the sensitive area between her legs , his toes even squeezing between her tight labia and teasing her back and forth. 　　At the same time, his hands touched her breasts again and began to caress them. 　　"…………Ugh... Ahh..." 　　At such close range, Stella quickly felt his penis regain its hardness and heat, pressing against her full breasts. 　　As Blade Masters, they all had a much stronger physique and recovery ability than ordinary people, so ejaculation and orgasm did not have a great impact. 　　Murakoshi was no exception. 　　"Looks like I'll have to trouble you again, my lovely and lewd Princess Stella..." 　　"Seriously... um, I just can't... do anything with you..." 　　Enduring the sweet, melting sensation in her lower body, Stella maintained a smile as she responded to his request. 　　The feeling of being played with, the sensation of being desired—two intense pleasures surged forth simultaneously, causing Stella's expression to involuntarily ripple. 　　"Ah... umm... ahhhhh!!" 　　Then, she was once again pushed to a sweet climax . 　　Stella didn't know why her body had become so sensitive; just a few simple touches from Murakoshi were enough to make her uncontrollably excited. 　　However, she knew that [physical contact with Murakoshi Aizen would bring the most comfortable feeling in her life], so there was nothing she could do about it. 　　"Ah, right, Stella..." 　　"Um...?" 　　Stella responded with a muffled sound. 　　The repeated surges of consciousness had long since rendered her unable to think clearly. 　　"There's something I want you to agree to without hesitation, is that alright?" 　　Several thoughts surfaced 　　in Stella's turbulent mind. —[Murakoshi Aizen is just as important to her as Ikki]. 　　—[There's no need to be wary or uncomfortable with Murakoshi Aizen]. 　　—[Accept all of Murakoshi Aizen's opinions and requests]. 　　"…………Hmm…Okay…" 　　How could Stella possibly refuse his request?

************ ************

For Kurogane Ikki, this was a very brief battle.

However, in his decades of life, almost no other battle could be as severe as this.

Toudou Touka.

The fastest Raikiri.

The strongest in Hagun Academy. A fighting style

that captures every intention and prelude of the opponent's movements, drawing the sword with lightning speed, and killing with a single blow.

The opponent was well-prepared, and he himself was on the verge of collapse. No matter what, it was impossible to gain an advantage through tricks or
schemes alone .

Therefore, he chose the most straightforward method, the one he had always adhered to.

To use his weakest/strongest to break through the opponent's strongest/unbeatable.

—And he succeeded.

The art of entering the path of Asura crossed its limits in this most crucial battle, sublimating to a level beyond
the constraints of human reason, and being given the name Rakshasa.

From deteriorating to one strike in a minute, but also evolving from the strongest to the strongest beyond the limit.

One-Sword Rakshasa.

In that moment of utter despair, he overcame countless obstacles, his unwavering will, honed day and night, year after year, forging
a sword that cut through all confusion—becoming Ikki's strength.

Even though he was still uncrowned, he proved his efforts and his
existence .

But these things no longer mattered to Ikki.

—Because the person he longed to see was right before him.

"I-Ikki…!"

"…Ah…"

His lips involuntarily relaxed.

The strength that had been supporting his body vanished silently.

But Ikki didn't feel anything was wrong.

The cheers of the audience, the joy of victory, the exhaustion of the battle, the pain in his body and mind—none of these
were as important as the red-haired girl before him.

Stella, who had opened her arms and called out to him, was gazing at him.

Ikki, his steps faltering, naturally collapsed into Stella's arms.

"You really were waiting for me…"

Before the battle with Touka began, Stella had given him courage. The girl

who had given his body, which was on the verge of collapse, the strength to fight again, the girl who had allowed him to grit his teeth and persevere, had been waiting for him
all along .

For Ikki, this was more reassuring and joyful than anything else.

Because of Stella's existence, he had a way to overcome difficulties.

Because of her, he could win.

—A surge of heat rose in his weak body.

He wanted to confide in her.

He wanted to express his feelings.

Suppressing the exhaustion of fainting, Ikki looked at her.

Feeling the faint warmth emanating from her body, he followed the impulse in his heart and spoke.

"...Stella..."

Ikki could feel Stella's body trembling.

Perhaps, she was just as excited as he was.

Ikki felt a sudden warmth in his chest.

"I hope, I can let you be my—home...?"

He couldn't utter the last word.

He suddenly realized that his mouth couldn't make a sound.

Something was wrong.

Why had that brief warmth in his chest turned so cold—?

Why did it feel exactly like being stabbed in the body—?

"...Stella—?"

"Ikki…"

Her voice was a mixture of joy and sobs.

She was holding the broken piece of the blade embedded in her left chest, her hand still clutched to her chest.

"What…"

Ikki looked at Stella.

Her beautiful face, as always, was smiling, yet tears streamed down her cheeks.

Her tears and smile seemed strangely contradictory at that moment.

"I'm sorry, Ikki…I'm sorry…"

Without answering, Stella simply hugged him tightly.

This action caused the broken blade to sink deeper into the narrow crevice between his ribs, robbing him of his strength.

Ikki didn't feel any bleeding from the wound.

No, that was even more perplexing.

This was, a spirit dress—?

"It's all, for you…"

His vision and senses were instantly obscured by a powerless darkness, and the last thing he could hear was Stella's murmur
filled with complex emotions.

No.

"—Awaken—the eyes—of Heaven—"

A strange voice came from behind Stella.

A third person had appeared in the corridor where only she and Stella were.

"—…"

But Ikki could do nothing. Excessive fatigue and the backlash from the One-Sword Demon had completely stripped

him of his thinking and reaction abilities . 　　Clutching unresolved questions and chaotic thoughts, he lost consciousness. 　　　　＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊　　Stella watched Ikki lose consciousness in her arms. 　　"…It worked." 　　Murakoshi's voice sounded from behind her. 　　At the same time, the broken blade in her hand…Murakoshi's spirit armor dissipated with the dispelling mist. 　　"Now I can put insurance on Kurogane-kun." 　　"Hmm, um…" 　　Stella placed her beloved on the ground, looking at Murakoshi somewhat uneasily. 　　—Using the Blade-Slaying Technique on Ikki was at his request. 　　He had Murakoshi hand over a part of his spirit dress to him to store, and then he made contact with Ikki, who was exhausted after the battle. In that instant when Ikki was not alert, he used Murakoshi's spirit dress to make physical contact, thereby activating the effect of Heaven's Gate .

Although she had initially harbored doubts about the plan, Stella knew she didn't need
to be wary or uncomfortable with Murakoshi Aizen, and believed she should accept all his opinions and requests.
Plus he had repeatedly emphasized that Ikki wouldn't suffer any harm, so she agreed to his plan.

"But, is this really okay...?"

But that didn't mean she wasn't worried about Ikki's safety.

"Ikki is seriously injured right now, what if..."

"It'll be fine, Kurogane-kun won't have any accidents. I can guarantee it."

Faced with her concerns, Murakoshi's attitude was more nonchalant than she had expected.

This tone, so different from her initial attitude, made Stella feel a sense
of unease .

"You have to believe me, Stella. You're important to me, I won't hurt you."

"...Yeah, that's true."

But that unease lingered for less than half a second before disappearing with Murakoshi's laughter.

For Stella now, [Murakoshi Aizen was just as important to her as Ikki], so
she hadn't considered at all the dangers this man might pose to her.

—In Stella's mind, Murakoshi had long since become a man she could deeply trust.

—Unconsciously, she had allowed this man to occupy a similar place in her heart as Ikki.

—She hadn't even recalled the initial impression and sense of unease that Murakoshi had left on her.

"Come on, Stella, let's take Kurogane-kun away first."

"Yes. Ikki's injuries are like this; he needs proper treatment."

Hearing Stella's words, Murakoshi smiled again.

Again, she completely failed to notice that Murakoshi's smile this time wasn't the gentle expression she usually saw.

"Yes—I also need to properly 'treat' Kurogane-kun." 　　It

was a smile tinged with other, intense emotions.

A smile of jealousy, a twisted, maniacal smile born of mockery.

********** ... 　　A profound sense of fatigue still gnawed at his body, making him almost want to fall asleep again. 　　"Where... am I...?" 　　Opening his eyes, Ikki looked around. 　　The ceiling, the walls, the bed—everything was familiar, and he quickly recognized his room. 　　However, Ikki didn't feel at ease; instead, new questions arose. 　　Before he fainted, he remembered being in the corridor with Stella. 　　"So, what... exactly happened...?" 　　But that was all. 　　Ikki's memory was only of Stella holding him, and then everything went black. 　　But his questions didn't stop there. 　　(His body... was in normal condition. But...) 　　Pain, fatigue—these were the feelings that inevitably followed a fierce battle—were absent. 　　Ikki didn't even feel a significant drain on his stamina, something that shouldn't have happened after . 　　"Ikki, you're awake!" 　　A familiar voice sounded beside him. 　　Turning his head, Ikki saw Stella's worried expression. 　　Her lips trembled slightly, and two tear tracks remained on her beautiful cheeks. 　　Coupled with Stella's gaze, Ikki knew without a doubt how long she had worried about him. 　　"...I'm sorry, I made you worry." 　　"Idiot, facing Raikiri head-on! Ikki, you big idiot!" 　　Stella complained, laughing and crying at the same time, leaning against him. 　　Feeling the warmth emanating from Stella—the passion that rekindled his fighting spirit—he couldn't help but smile. 　　"Ikki, does your body still hurt? Do you feel uncomfortable?" 　　"Yeah, I'm fine. Look." 　　He pulled back the blanket and stood up to check himself. 　　There was nothing wrong with his clothes or the feeling in his hands and feet. 　　Under Stella's worried and uneasy gaze, Ikki tried to move his limbs, even doing several squat jumps to prove his condition. 　　"That's good..." 　　Stella said reassuringly. 　　"Murakoshi's treatment really works..." 　　"...?" 　　Upon hearing the unfamiliar name, Ikki unconsciously frowned. 　　At the same time, the questions that had lingered in his mind resurfaced. 　　—Was he not in the school's infirmary when he was seriously injured, but in his dormitory bed? 　　—Stella, who hadn't actively expanded her social circle due to her status, had spoken an unfamiliar male name? 　　—How was his almost dead body healed in such a short time? 　　Like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, one question after another piled up in Ikki's mind. 　　"Um, Stella...Murakoshi, who is that...?" 　　"Hmm? Ikki, have you forgotten? Muragoshi Aizen, my opponent in the second round." 　　"...Huh...?" 　　Stella's answer left him completely bewildered. 　　Not only her unexpectedly intimate tone, but also the strange identity of her as my opponent in the second round. 　　According to Ikki's memory, Stella never mentioned those she had defeated; given , unless they were exceptionally skilled fighters, she wouldn't bother remembering their names. 　　Yet now, she spoke of this man's name with the same tone one would use with a close relative . 　　This deepened Ikki's suspicions. 　　"You mean... that Muragoshi, who saved me?" 　　"Yes! I really owe him a debt." 　　Stella smiled happily. 　　"Hey~ Muragoshi~" 　　she called out towards the kitchen. 　　"What's wrong, Stella?" 　　"...!?" 　　The unfamiliar male voice made Ikki tremble inexplicably.

Besides the increasingly intense sense of unease, a chilling unease also spread through his heart.

Unbeknownst to him, a strange third person had entered the room that belonged only to him and Stella.

Following Stella's gaze, Ikki quickly spotted Murakoshi's face.

It was an utterly ordinary face, so ordinary that it left no lasting impression. His clothes were
the same student style as his own, nothing special except for the turned-up collar.

However, what caught Ikki's attention wasn't these details.

"Ikki's finally awake! Your treatment was really effective!" "Of course!

Kurogane-kun was seriously injured, how could I not do my best to help?"

"Well, indeed. If you didn't help, you'd be a charred corpse!"

"Ahahaha."

The actions of the two did not escape Ikki's observation. When he talked to Stella, they were less than two steps apart; she even playfully patted Murakoshi's back

while joking . 　　Ikki had never seen such intimate physical contact before. 　　Aside from Arisuin, who was practically his best friend, he had never seen Stella touch a man's body like this—not even him. 　　These subtle oddities made him feel an indescribable wariness towards this person. 　　"Kurotetsu-kun, hello, I'm Murakoshi Aizen." 　　"...Hello." 　　Seeing Murakoshi's outstretched right hand, Ikki calmly answered his request. 　　"Stella has told me quite a bit about you...and of course, I'm quite familiar with the current strongest in Hagun Academy." 　　The moment their hands touched, Ikki felt something. A 　　slight throbbing in his heart made him momentarily dazed, but he quickly recovered. 　　"Not at all, you flatter me." 　　Murakoshi said with a smile, and Ikki smiled back. 　　The warmth and strength from that hand dispelled all his doubts and wariness. 　　—Looks like I was being paranoid. 　　His intuition told him [he shouldn't be wary of Murakoshi]. 　　"No, no, no, that's no compliment. To defeat our school's top student, Toudou, in a head-on confrontation, I really can't think of anyone other than Kurogane-kun who could do that." 　　"Hey, Murakoshi, you haven't forgotten about me, have you?" 　　"How could I? Stella's presence is so strong, how could I forget—just like these big , soft breasts." 　　"—!?" 　　Ikki couldn't believe his eyes. 　　As he spoke, Murakoshi placed his hand on Stella's chest. 　　As if ignoring him, that hand slipped inside Stella's uniform right in front of him, causing the five fingers protruding from the fabric to begin moving. 　　The astonishing scene unfolding before his eyes without warning brought Ikki's thoughts to a standstill. 　　Murakoshi was touching his girlfriend's breasts right in front of him. 　　His slightly relieved thoughts were immediately replaced by anger, making Ikki's expression uneasy. 　　"You—" 　　"What's wrong, Ikki?" 　　"—Huh?" 　　The angry shout that was about to come out stopped in surprise. 　　He was about to stop Muragoshi when he was interrupted by an unexpected person... Stella. 　　Moreover, it was while Muragoshi was still groping his chest in a strange manner. 　　"Your expression is so strange. What happened?" 　　"Wh-what are you talking about! You, how could this guy..." 　　Ikki was so angry that he couldn't even finish a sentence. 　　The girl he liked was being openly groped, and she was still acting like nothing had happened. 　　It was strange no matter how you looked at it. 　　Thinking about it carefully, the various phenomena he had just discovered were too suspicious. 　　In a very brief moment, he connected all the doubts, and Ikki 's thoughts— 　　"This is just a very normal thing, right?" 　　—froze. 　　"It's...normal...?" 　　"Of course. I just had Muragoshi touch my breasts, isn't that just 'normal'?" 　　Stella's matter-of-fact tone brought him to a standstill. 　　Her eyes, tone, and expression were exactly the same as the one Ikki knew. 　　"Yeah...yes, that's true." 　　Thus, his mind quickly returned to its original calm. 　　The doubt that was about to be resolved vanished as if it had never existed in the first place. 　　"Since Stella said so, it should...be normal, right..." 　　—After all, whatever she said must be true, he didn't need to doubt it. 　　As if making a conclusion instinctively, Ikki relaxed his guard against Muragoshi. 　　His right hand was still constantly grabbing and squeezing Stella's breasts, making Ikki unsure where ; even something so ordinary felt strange coming so suddenly. 　　"Sorry... I guess I was being paranoid." 　　"Don't say that, Kurogane. If it were me, I'd definitely get angry if my crush had her breasts touched like that in front of me." 　　Murakoshi responded to his apology with a smile. 　　As he spoke, his hands didn't stop, his five fingers constantly wriggling over Stella's uniform, playing with her breasts. 　　The bouncy, full flesh was being kneaded in front of Ikki. 　　"Speaking of which, Stella, isn't this room a bit stuffy?" 　　"It seems the air conditioning isn't set properly... Ugh, um... Don't be so rough!" 　　"Ah, sorry, I'm just used to it." 　　A strange, bitter feeling welled up in Ikki's chest. 　　Murakoshi and Stella's conversation—especially Murakoshi's calm demeanor as if he'd done it countless times —made his sense of unease even stronger. 　　But, [Stella must be right], this should be normal, right?

So, no matter how blatant Murakoshi's actions were, Ikki didn't complain.

"By the way, why don't we have dinner first? It's already so late."

"Huh? Ah, really..."

Murakoshi's comment made Ikki realize it was
almost hadn't eaten anything all day.

The guys who imprisoned him were only focused on ruining his body; how could they possibly allow him to get any nutrition?

At the table, the three began a simple meal.

Stella, who had originally planned to sit with Ikki, was pulled to Murakoshi's side by the hand.

"Speaking of which, how did Kurogane and Stella meet?"

Murakoshi asked, rubbing Stella's breasts.

Once the conversation started, the three chatted casually.

"...I see, you and Stella met around that time..."

"Yeah! Thanks to Murakoshi, I was able to..."

Murakoshi's actions continued naturally as the three chatted.

Unbuttoning Stella's blouse one by one, Murakoshi pulled her uniform outwards,
exposing her large, soft breasts, tightly encased in a black polka-dot bra, resembling white peaches.

It was the kind of bikini he'd seen at the swimming pool.

Only a thin, seemingly fragile string held them together, barely concealing half her breasts beneath the fabric.

With Murakoshi's movements, the two mounds of flesh swayed gently before Ikki's eyes.

As if about to leap from the bra, which seemed on the verge of bursting, Stella's enormous breasts
deformed in Murakoshi's hands, the soft flesh writhing with each movement of his fingers.

"Um, Stella..."

"What's wrong? Ikki, you need to eat more to get some nutrition,"

Stella said to Ikki.

But as she spoke in her usual tone, Murakoshi's hand had already slipped inside her
bra , directly caressing her breasts.

"No... I meant, Murakoshi-kun... his hand..."

"What are you talking about? This kind of thing is [normal]? Hmm... Don't pinch there... Eek!"

"But, Stella's nipples are so cute, I have to pinch them every day to feel at ease."

Hearing her reply mixed with a low moan, Ikki suppressed his doubts.

(--This is too strange.)

Ikki's head was still ringing with alarm bells.

Even knowing that he [shouldn't be wary of Murakoshi], and knowing that [what Stella said must be true], he
still couldn't help but be shocked by this bizarre scene.

Because he couldn't imagine Stella allowing a man other than himself to touch her body.

As the second princess, with her proud personality, how could she possibly do such a thing—

(But...)

Ikki's thoughts became more confused than ever before.

Stella just told him that this was normal.

So, it must be normal.

—If that's the case, what is the source of this unease in his heart?

"Come on, Stella, ah~"

The hand that had been squeezing her large breasts moved to her shoulder. As if ignoring Ikki's presence, Murakoshi made an even more aggressive demand of Stella
with a smile .

"Ah, ah um~" "

!?!"

Ikki's eyes widened.

The girl he loved was leaning against another man's chest, her upper body disheveled.

Stella's delicate body was pulled towards Murakoshi, her full breasts, seemingly about to burst from the tight fabric,
pressed forcefully against his chest.

Then, he saw
the bizarre .

"Ah... um, chu..."

"Um, Stella is so good... ah, um..."

"...chu, chu um... I hate it... um... chu... glug, um..."

Four lips pressed together under Ikki's direct gaze.

Naturally, Murakoshi and Stella's tongues began to intertwine,
pushing .

Mixed with each other's saliva, the chewed food, mashed into a paste, was
moved their lips completely pressed together.

Beyond the chewing sounds, Ikki could clearly hear them sucking on each other's tongues and lips, even
the soft sounds of swallowing.

It was an act of intimacy, like lovers, no, even more intimate than lovers.

"You…you two, this…!?"

"Chu…Hmm? What's wrong, Kurogane-kun?"

Murakoshi's matter-of-fact—even slightly smug—expression spurred Ikki's thoughts.

He realized that this person wasn't even looking at him directly, only gazing at Stella's flushed cheeks.

"What's wrong? You, you know what just happened—"

"It's just a normal thing, isn't it?"

"How could that be!"

Murakoshi's calm tone made Ikki unable to suppress his anger.

Although the scene just now was as "normal" as Stella had described, it was completely different now.

"How could you treat Stella like this—"

"I-Ikki…!"

Stella's shout cut off the rest of his sentence.

Her body was still pressed tightly against Muragoshi's chest, her cheeks still flushed with an alluring pink.

"Calm down… um, kiss…"

Stella responded to Muragoshi's kiss while her lower lip was being licked, and mumbled a plea to stop Ikki.

"It's all very, very normal…"

"…………Is that so…?"

This realization instantly cooled his previously agitated thoughts.

[Stella must be right].

—Yeah, why was he so agitated over such mundane things?

"It seems… that's true…"

"So… kiss, Ikki, you… oh, um… don't worry about it too much… um, kiss…"

Stella responded intermittently to Muragoshi's passionate kiss.

Her chopsticks long since abandoned, she let him pull her almost entirely into his arms, letting his hands
roam freely over , offering no resistance as she enjoyed his caresses.

Her half-closed, crimson eyes were fixed on Muragoshi, Stella obediently responding to his kisses, seemingly
ignoring Ikki as if he were merely an object.

Only the sounds of tongues swirling in saliva and
the obscene sounds of soft flesh being roughly kneaded echoed quietly at the three-person table.

For some unknown reason, Ikki soon found himself unable to eat.

Pouring the last sliver of warm miso soup into his mouth, he simply watched Muragoshi and Stella
embracing passionately, their tongues locked in a deep, sweet kiss.

Those proud breasts, untouched by him, were now pressed tightly against Muragoshi's chest.

(…!)

An inexplicable unease and anger still lingered in Ikki's mind.

However, Stella was solely focused on responding to Murakoshi's thick, long tongue, her lips lightly sipping at his taste buds,
a delicate action that played out before his eyes from time to time.

Her hazy, intoxicated expression seemed to ignore his reaction.

Thus, the mealtime, which was usually just the two of them chatting and laughing, turned into a subtle
period of silence.

More accurately, the strange sounds of Stella and Murakoshi's lips and tongues intertwining and their bodies pressing against each other
replaced the conversation that Ikki and she should have had.

"Ah… um… kiss… glug…"

"Mmm… Stella's cooking is so delicious… Kurogane-kun must enjoy
these kinds of right?"

"Ah, ahh…"

Ikki answered, awkwardly shifting his gaze from Murakoshi, who continued to kiss him.

The arm that quietly moved to Stella's slender waist made him even more uncomfortable.

"If you like... mmm... anytime, I'll cook for you... mmm, ooh...
okay, mmm... ooh!"

Stella replied, her body still pressed against Murakoshi's.

Ikki could clearly see her large, soft breasts pressing against Murakoshi's face,
shamelessly rubbing up and down.

The nearly hour-long dinner continued in this atmosphere.

During that time, he had seen Murakoshi's tongue enter and exit Stella's mouth countless times.

Whether it was her swaying eyes and coy expression, or the
way she swallowed his saliva and licked away the food scraps from the corners of her mouth, Stella's wanton figure was deeply imprinted in Ikki's eyes.

—Stella, she seems to have become a stranger.

—But these are all "very ordinary" things, so why does it feel so strange?

In his chaotic thoughts, Ikki cleared the table and began to wash the dishes.

"Haha, this show... Eek! Hmm, chu... It's really, ah, interesting..."

"Yeah, yeah. But I still prefer rubbing Stella's lewd breasts like this. Even in
porn, you don't see breasts like these that you can touch freely..."

"Ugh... Ah, um, ee-ah..."

Behind him, Stella, her uniform half-undone, sat on Murakoshi's waist, her entire upper body nestled in
his embrace. Her bra, which

had long since lost its covering, had been pulled open at some point, and Stella's large, soft breasts
were pressed inward by Murakoshi's ten fingers, then rebounded beautifully with elasticity as he rubbed them. Her

smooth, delicate skin was gradually revealed to Ikki's eyes with Murakoshi's movements.

Her short uniform skirt, which didn't reach her knees, was neatly pulled off by Murakoshi during the rubbing against her body, but Stella seemed completely
unconcerned letting Murakoshi touch her as he pleased.

Her outer garment, shirt, and skirt—the things that protected the girl's body—were scattered on the floor.

"Hey, Murakoshi!"

"Hey, hey, what's wrong, Kurogane? This is perfectly normal, just focus on washing the dishes."

"How could this be! Stella—"

"No, don't do this, Ikki… This kind of thing, um, chu… it's really… [very normal]
, eh… chu, glug…!"

Stella stopped Ikki with a soft, panting voice.

Her eyes were still fixed on the TV, and she didn't even react when Murakoshi's fingers started fiddling with her navel.

(...Yeah, [Stella is definitely right], I… am I jealous?)

Ikki couldn't help but question himself.

(Stella has her own social circle… I can't just make wild guesses like this.)

He couldn't help but feel ashamed of the hostility welling up in his chest.

No matter what, he clearly [shouldn't be wary of Murakoshi] yet he felt this aversion, which could only
be explained by jealousy.

It's no big deal that his beloved girl is being held by another man.

Even though she was only wearing stockings, with her entire body wrapped around his thighs, and her chest, collarbone, abdomen, and
thighs being caressed without resistance, it was all quite normal.

Turning his gaze away from Stella and Murakoshi, Ikki continued cleaning the remaining dishes.

"Stella's skin is getting smoother and smoother... Looks like the skincare products I bought this month
are really effective, hehe..."

"Don't you realize who it is that keeps rubbing those things on my
body you big idiot... ah, eee-oh! um... no, no, Ikki... ah, Ikki's
right here..."

"Kurotetsu-kun will understand, Stella, don't worry. Come on, trust me, be
good like usual..."

"Ah, ee, ah... slow, slow down... um! Even, even more... um!"

The two voices kept reaching Ikki's ears.

Although he tried to keep his voice down, he could still hear clearly from less than ten steps away.

—When she takes a bath every night?

—Like usual? Before?

—What exactly did Stella and Murakoshi do while he was under house arrest?

The image of that delicate body, so deeply etched in his mind from the cabin, flashed through Ikki's mind.

Slender, white hands and feet, the alluring curves of long legs and large breasts, the sweet, feminine scent emanating from her sweat.

And all of this, which belonged only to him, was now in Murakoshi's hands.

(…What am I thinking! Calm down, Kurogane Ikki!) A

cold sweat trickled down his back, bringing Ikki back to reality.

He didn't know why he had such strange fantasies.

(Yes, I shouldn't be wary of Murakoshi, I shouldn't be thinking like this…)

These are all very normal things.

With this inexplicable thought in mind, Ikki silently moved the towel on the plate, letting
Murakoshi and Stella's flirtatious conversation, so intimate it was like that of lovers, reach his ears.

After washing the dishes, Ikki, at Murakoshi's suggestion, took a shower first.

After he washed away the stench of sweat, Stella and Murakoshi went into the bathroom hand in hand, leaving
him alone in the living room to watch the news.

Their fingers intertwined, arms entwined, their intimate posture made Ikki feel deeply uneasy.

If Stella hadn't repeatedly assured him that everything was normal, he might have already made a move.

He had only just learned that being invited into the bathroom by a female friend was "very normal.

" "That took a long time,"

Ikki muttered, glancing at the clock on the wall.

Stella and Murakoshi had been in the bathroom for over half an hour.

According to Ikki's recollection, Stella's showers didn't usually last that long.

However, starting about twenty minutes ago, he had faintly heard Stella's
cries .

The cries, which sounded intermittent and mixed with panting, were, to him, groans.

(...No, how could this be...!)

Ikki banished the fantasies from his mind.

But the image of Murakoshi's hands roaming over Stella's naked body was incredibly clear.

It was as if the scene from their meal had overlapped; he could almost "see" how his fingers
grasped and pinched Stella's pink nipples, and how he played with her full, soap-covered breasts.

In Ikki's brief fantasy, he could even "see" how Murakoshi's lewd gestures slid over her
slender abdomen and thighs, unfolding into more passionate caresses.

Perhaps, Murakoshi might—

"…!"

Shaking his head, Ikki finally managed to escape this unusually vivid fantasy.

He clearly shouldn't be wary of Murakoshi; why did he keep having these unsettling fantasies? He
didn't .

Besides, she had said that bathing with Murakoshi would take longer than usual, and he had agreed; if "Stella's
words must be true," he should trust her.

How could he doubt the words of the person he loved?

"Ah, I feel so refreshed after a shower~"

Murakoshi's voice rang out at the same time as the door opened.

Without even a towel, his naked body still dripping wet, he gave Ikki a smug look.

"Thanks for lending me Stella and the bathroom, Kurogane-kun, hee hee..." "

!"

Ikki didn't look at Murakoshi.

His eyes were fixed on Stella.

Without a word, Stella, her hair disheveled, simply leaned against Murakoshi's arm, panting softly.

She was completely naked except for a thin, pale yellow towel that barely covered half her breasts and the top of her thighs
.

Her body was covered in what looked like water or sweat, the thin towel clinging tightly
to , its clear outline revealing the perfect curves of her bust, offering absolutely no concealment.

Her soft, fleshy breasts, too large to be grasped in one hand, rose and fell
slightly alluring undulations that made her nipples, which were quietly erect and protruding through the towel,
even more conspicuous.

Her toned waist, firm from exercise yet retaining a youthful softness, was also
accentuated by the towel, revealing its alluring curves. Combined with her full, supple thighs and long, slender feet, they created
a captivatingly feminine silhouette.

The towel barely covered her lower body, and the barely visible shadows at the hem seemed
ready to burst forth at any moment, fueling the imagination and making it impossible to look away.

What she and Murakoshi had done during the nearly one-hour ordeal in the bathroom was now
crystal clear .

Because Ikki knew it was the alluring expression of a woman in love.

"————"

However, to Ikki, Stella's current figure was more seductive than he had ever known before.

He had glimpsed this alluring body unintentionally in all his past encounters, but never before had
it been so sensual, so captivating.

Her figure was like a budding hibiscus flower, ready to bloom in full glory before his eyes.

Stella at this moment was far more graceful and charming than when she was with him.

"What's wrong, Ikki... ah, chu..."

Stella's question was drowned out by Murakoshi's slightly rough, forceful kiss.

Before she could even finish speaking, Stella's tongue was already trapped in Murakoshi's mouth and gently pulled out, while she
naturally slipped the tip of her tongue into his mouth.

He watched this kiss, which had been repeated countless times, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

"...Hoo... ah, right, Kurogane-kun."

"...What's wrong?"

Upon hearing Murakoshi's voice, Ikki felt a sudden premonition.

"Can I ask you for a favor?"

It was a premonition that words could not describe.

It was a premonition, as if Ikki was about to lose something most important, and that something irreversible was about to
happen.

But Ikki, knowing only that he had to help this person, couldn't fathom the origin of this premonition—

[To be continued]

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