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"Lady Kikyo, there's still no news of Naraku." He knelt on one knee before the priestess, like a Western European knight. "It's getting dark; should we rest?"
A smile appeared on the priestess's cold, beautiful face: "That's for the best."
Not finding Naraku was a slight regret, but it also meant safety. But was it truly safe?
Naraku, having obtained the Demon Barrier, could now conceal his demonic aura, and Kikyo, as a priestess, relied precisely on demonic aura to locate enemies. If Naraku continued to hide like this, they would inevitably be put on the defensive, both Kikyo and Inuyasha.
Therefore, they decided to rest here temporarily. Kikyo's spiritual power erected a purple barrier, sealing off any potential danger. He watched her walk to the water's edge, remove her loose priestess robes, and bathe in only her undergarments—though Kikyo claimed it was purification, bathing in cold water in this late autumn season seemed nothing short of self-torture.
Kikyo was purifying herself. He should have avoided it, but he didn't. Kikyo, too, paid little attention to him, a twelve-year-old boy, so he calmly watched as the water, drawn by her spiritual power, poured over his head. He thought he was merely witnessing Kikyo's purification, but the sight of her slender figure, her thin undergarment
clinging to her body after being washed by the water, made him stare wide-eyed. Kikyo turned around, her water-soaked undergarment clinging tightly to her body, outlining the shape of her full breasts. The two gems, erected by the cold water, strained against the almost transparent fabric, and he could even vaguely see her pink areolas.
Taking a deep breath, the little boy Kohaku turned away and silently recited: "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form... I am Kohaku, and that is Kikyo, the supremely powerful, sacred, and inviolable war priestess. I should only feel reverence for her."
However, the little boy Kohaku couldn't explain the tent that had formed between his legs.
"Amber, what's wrong?" Noticing his unusual behavior, the aloof priestess asked softly.
"Nothing, it's just... seeing Lady Kikyo bathing, I wanted to take a shower too."
Kikyo said seriously, "It's getting cold now, children shouldn't take cold showers, they'll get sick."
"Even if I get sick, I'm not afraid, Lady Kikyo is here." As they talked, Amber had already thrown off his exorcist's battle armor, wearing only his undergarments, and was about to plunge into the water. Before he fell in, several white dead soul insects entangled him. Kikyo's voice came from the shore: "You're not allowed to bathe in clothes. Don't follow my example. I'm always ready to fight any invading enemy, you're different. With me here, you're safe."
Amber was greatly embarrassed: "Lady Kikyo, won't you excuse yourself?"
"...So you're shy, what a lovely child." Kikyo gently curved her lips into a smile, her radiant beauty in the setting sun, making Amber infatuated.
Lady Kikyo, such a beautiful Lady Kikyo, such a wise and powerful Lady Kikyo, just being by her side must be a kind of happiness.
Lost in thought, Kikyo had already left.
The water was indeed very cold in late autumn; even as he slowly adjusted to the cold, he felt a chill as he entered the water. He couldn't imagine how Kikyo-sama could so calmly drench him with the current. After a hasty rinse, Kohaku, somewhat disheveled, rushed towards the riverbank, but stopped abruptly. It wasn't that he didn't want to leave the cold water; he simply didn't know how to face his current situation—the cold water made his erection even harder, throbbing painfully.
What to do? If he went up like this… where were his clothes? They seemed a bit too far away…
"Come up quickly." The voice he feared most clearly reached him. Kikyo glanced at the shivering boy,
raised her hand, and pointed. Several dead soul insects wrapped around his not-so-strong but still perfectly proportioned waist,
rescuing . "I told you the water was cold, but you wouldn't believe me. Quickly wipe yourself dry."
"I'm not cold," he insisted. Kikyo glanced at him. "Come warm yourself by the fire."
Her spiritual power ignited a blue flame that lit a dry branch, and they huddled around the flickering flames for warmth. Amber, wrapped in her shrine maiden robes, looked at her exquisite face, glowing with a captivating blush in the firelight, and her heart suddenly calmed. Not a god. Not a god, though powerful and beautiful, she completely lacked the transcendent pride and indifference of a god. Lady Kikyo was kind and gentle, like...like an older sister...
older sister...yes, Lady Kikyo was like her older sister. Thinking this, her surging desire instantly subsided.
He covered himself with her shrine maiden robes and fell asleep. She, wearing only her undergarments, leaned against a tree trunk. Before the leaping flames, within the purple barrier, they drifted into dreams, unaware that something was quietly changing.
Fire raged everywhere, blood splattered everywhere, and a red-clad boy rushed out, his arrogant smile concealing a bottomless despair.
"The Shikon Jewel, with this..."
"Inuyasha!"
I trusted you so much, and all that trust was wasted!
She awoke abruptly from her nightmare. Silence surrounded her; the purple barrier remained intact. She couldn't remember how many times she'd dreamt of this scene, but each time she replayed it, her heart ached...
The child beside her was still asleep. She sighed inwardly and closed her eyes again.
Amber's sleep was also restless. In his dream, he recalled killing all his comrades with his own hands, the gruesome wound he'd left on his sister's body with his sword, and self-reproach filled his heart. He remembered soaking in the hot spring with his sister after the battle, feeling no reaction to her beautiful body. Of course, no reaction—she was his sister. If he had, it would have been incest.
The woman before him suddenly transformed, possessing a cold and aloof face entirely different from her sister. She wore a loose-fitting shrine maiden robe, her long, jet-black hair cascading down her back, and her gently curved lips were alluring.
This was… Lady Kikyo! Why, why did he have to see her?
Just as he was lost in thought, the beautiful shrine maiden before him removed her loose robe and casually unfastened her inner garment—he stared wide-eyed as she undressed, a hundred lions roaring in his heart: Lady Kikyo, don't you have any intention of avoiding me? I may be young, but I'm a man! Is it really appropriate for Lady Kikyo to do this in front of me?
He jolted awake, finding himself soaked. Looking in the firelight, he discovered he had left a white stain on her shrine maiden robe. He was instantly wide awake—having such thoughts about Lady Kikyo in a wet dream was one thing, but now he had even soiled her clothes! Now, how should he tell Lady Kikyo? Should he wash the shrine maiden outfit before she finds out and pretend nothing happened? He should just wash the clothes; it would be too embarrassing if Lady Kikyo found out…
“Are you studying the shrine maiden outfit?”
“Kikyo-sama!” He panicked, hiding the outfit behind his back, then realized he was sleeping naked, so he took it back and used it between his legs. “Lady Kikyo, I’m so sorry!”
“It’s alright, I’ll wash it.” Kikyo took the shrine maiden outfit he was using as a sheet from him, then glanced between his legs. “This is quite an achievement for a twelve-year-old. But I’m also very happy; dreaming about those things means Kohaku has grown up.” Her mood inexplicably improved, even though he had just dirtied her clothes.
"Um, Lady Kikyo, you and Inuyasha..."
She stopped in her tracks. "What do you want to ask?"
"You and Inuyasha, have you ever...and what do you think about that kind of thing?" he stammered. She smiled. "We promised to get married, but we didn't, so nothing happened between us. As for that kind of thing, I don't object, but it has to be with your husband. Kohaku, go to sleep. Don't think too much. Thinking too much in this remote, desolate place won't help. There won't be a girl here to comfort you."
"Aren't you a girl?"
Of course, these words could only be spoken in her heart; she could never know them.
And so, a month passed. Kikyo continued to lead Kohaku across Japan in search of their nemesis, Naraku. She had grown accustomed to having a child by her side, calling her "Kikyo-sama," helping her clear out mobs during battles, and occasionally blushing for no apparent reason when their eyes met. The events of that night, though revealing that Kohaku was also a boy, hadn't made her confront her own situation. She continued her daily cleansing and sleeping, oblivious to his gaze.
One day, their pursuit of Naraku fruitless, they arrived at a beautiful valley. Everywhere, vibrant, blood-red flowers bloomed, carrying an ominous aura, yet devoid of demonic energy. They weren't demons, but her instincts as a battle priestess warned her to leave quickly; it was dangerous.
During the retreat, she was scratched by a flower branch, bleeding slightly. Kohaku was unharmed; he picked a flower and took it with him.
Strangely, the flower never withered, but instead continued to flourish. So he showed her the strange red flower. All her knowledge couldn't explain this phenomenon—if it were a demonic flower, it would be easily understood, but this flower showed no demonic aura whatsoever; it looked like a normal living thing.
When Kikyo picked up the flower to examine it closely, she realized something was wrong. The small thorns on the stem scratched her hand, and she instantly collapsed to the ground. Yes, it wasn't a demon, but that didn't necessarily mean it was a good thing. She suddenly remembered the information she'd received from her conversation with a great demon about the Vengeful Flower—a flower that grew in a certain valley; after being hunted, its originally white blossoms turned red, at which point the Vengeful Flower lost its offensive power and transformed into another form.
The effects of the Vengeful Flower varied depending on its color. The white Vengeful Flower was highly poisonous, while the red one had a strong aphrodisiac effect.
But now it seemed too late. She shouldn't have let that child carry this unknown and ominous object. She mustered her last bit of spiritual power to erect a barrier around herself, releasing intense cold air to suppress the Vengeful Flower's effects.
A boy's displeased voice came from behind her. Turning around, she saw Amber lying on the ground, convulsing, his small face flushed an unusual red. The vengeful flower in his hand slowly faded from red, turning cold and pale, then dissipating into ashes. The disappearance of the vengeful flower meant she could no longer use the hidden possibility to save Amber. She watched him struggle helplessly under the vengeful flower's potent poison.
Helpless. No, it couldn't be like this; there had already been too much helplessness. She had watched Kaede lose an eye before her eyes, watched Inuyasha destroy the village before her eyes, watched Naraku's demons slaughter innocent people… She could no longer bear to see anyone die in front of her. Amber was more than just a follower to her—unlike the birds and butterflies, who were shikigami formed from her spiritual power, yet even shikigami would be unhappy to lose. To her, Amber was no longer a master and servant, but a bond almost like that of siblings. No, even siblings weren't quite right; it should be more like that of lovers.
She couldn't let him die. Thinking this, she raised her hand and touched his forehead, but the witch's chilling spiritual power was completely rejected by the stubborn power of the resentful flower within him. The resentful flower wasn't a demon, which was what infuriated her most—the witch's holy spiritual power was ineffective against biological toxins. The harsh reality was that Amber was basically beyond saving unless she could cure his poison.
But that was completely unrealistic. The potency of the red resentful flower was far beyond imagination; there was only one way to save him—find a woman to have intercourse with him. Not only were there no houses for dozens of miles around in this desolate wilderness, but even if there were, who would be willing to let their woman offer herself to a strange boy?
Unless a woman willingly had intercourse with him, he was doomed. It wasn't just her fear; the resentful flower's poison had entered a new stage, a continuous and rapid poison unlike any known poison.
The resentful flower, as the name suggests, is a flower of resentment. Intense resentment materializes into a flower, its beautiful colors concealing a potent poison—another side that arises with the materialization of resentment. Since it's a poison born of deep resentment, it's entirely expected that the red flower of resentment could be neutralized by its opposite—love. Since that's the case, let's do it this way.
This soul, dragged back from hell, this body sustained only by resentment—saving one more person is a good deed.
"What a strong child. Biological toxins can't be cleared by a priestess's purification abilities; this is the only way. Have I been away from Inuyasha for too long? He doesn't seem too resistant to this method…or is this…my choice as a priestess, not as a woman?"
Kikyo helped the child, who was gritting his teeth and enduring the pain, to his feet. A bright purple light emanated from her, eventually forming a formless rope connecting the two. "I wonder how much backlash the flower of resentment will bring. Even with the Shikon Jewel supporting him, the child might not be able to withstand it. So, I'll share my life with you, using my spiritual power as a buffer against the future backlash."
Even in such agony, Kohaku clung to his last shred of clarity, but if things continued this way, the life sustained by the Shikon Jewel shards would be lost once more. Kikyo lifted his chin and kissed him amidst the child's bewildered gaze.
It seemed that all her kisses with Inuyasha had been initiated by her. The powerful strength of the War Priestess had made her a relatively assertive woman, even in kissing…
Kohaku, in his dazed state, was kissed by Kikyo. He roughly understood what had happened to him, but he never imagined that Kikyo would use her body to help him detoxify. That was Lady Kikyo, the beautiful Lady Kikyo, the powerful Lady Kikyo, the Lady Kikyo who was perfectly healthy, like a sage, like a god. Simply touching her was already a great disrespect, but he… but he…
His consciousness told him he couldn't do this, but his body couldn't resist the powerful poison of the Vengeful Flower, clinging to Kikyo's tongue and sucking it frantically. The cool clay body was an excellent cooling agent for the child, whose body was burning with heat. Although he didn't notice, and even Kikyo didn't notice, a subtle change occurred in the clay body during the kiss.
As they kissed, Amber's hands encircled the priestess's slender waist, their positions reversed—no longer the priestess teasing a child, but the child rolling over and pinning the priestess down. It was a rather amusing sight to see a small boy, barely reaching the priestess's chest, kissing her beneath him.
"Lady Kikyo… this… this won't do, I… I can't…"
Even as he said this, the boy's hands still honestly covered the priestess's breasts. The softness of her breasts sent a jolt through his mind, a flash that quickly spread and devoured his last shred of reason. Their clothes were quickly stripped off, and Amber, who normally wouldn't even dare to glance at Kikyo, kissed her wildly, from her rosy lips and slender neck to her beautiful collarbone. Finally, Amber's lips and tongue reached the peak of the priestess he had longed for, his hands grasping those soft mounds, exploring them with both hands and mouth. Kikyo, however, simply smiled and waited for it all to end. Her clay body was hollow, devoid of the nerves of a living being; besides the sensation of touch, there was nothing else.
Come to think of it, there seems to be something else going on… Kikyo raised her right arm, which felt slightly numb, and looked at her fingers—she didn't know if it was from the dust that had been sucked by Kohaku earlier, but her fingers were a darker color, no longer the pure, almost transparent white of porcelain.
The Vengeful Flower, is it really just biological toxin? Her clay body, no longer within the realm of living beings, was still rendered immobile by this toxin. When she was pricked by the Vengeful Flower, her clay body bled—this false shell should never bleed. If that's the case, this malevolent flower, avoided like the plague by all priestesses and exorcists, might perhaps grant certain wishes that can only be hidden in the shadows.
This clay body should only have a tactile sensation; even if pierced, it shouldn't cause pain. But why is there such a distinct feeling coming from her chest, a pleasure spreading from her soothed and caressed breasts throughout her entire body? A faint warmth is rising, and green vines are slowly sprouting on the surrounding ground; their growth is visible.
Is this another function of the Grudge Flower? Is this the most unknown aspect of the Grudge Flower, the most malevolent flower that transcends life and death? Like the Shikon Jewel or the Tenseiga, it can forcibly bring back the dead from another world, but unlike the Tenseiga or the Shikon Jewel, no one knows what kind of life the Grudge Flower brings back, or how it will develop after being brought back to this world. The clay body warms under the kisses and caresses, and waves of pleasure erode the priestess's mind and body.
Amber's eyes had turned a blinding bloodshot. His face, buried against Kikyo's chest, inhaled the sweet scent of the priestess's breasts. His hands, playing with the snow-capped peaks, seemed to have used too much force, causing the priestess a slight pain. The two bright red nipples at the peaks stood erect, their beauty awe-inspiring when touched by his slightly rough fingers.
Before the priestess could protest, Amber opened his mouth and suckled at the already erect nipples, like an infant seeking its mother's milk. Although there was no nectar, the priestess's sweet body felt like an abyss, drawing him irresistibly in.
In the midst of this entanglement, Kikyo's body grew increasingly weak, a strange reaction arising between her legs. A person who had lost their life shouldn't behave this way, but the existence of the Wraith Flowers defied common sense; it wasn't surprising that other illogical things might happen among them. Amber's hands and lips never left her beautiful breasts, his hips thrusting between her legs, feeling the burgeoning heat, yet unable to penetrate.
Kikyo smiled with her eyes closed, then opened them and reached between his legs, grasping his burning erection.
An eleven or twelve-year-old boy—no, a child—shouldn't have such a limit. Under the influence of the unknown poison of the Vengeful Flower, he had swelled to this extent; if she ignored him, he would truly die. Kikyo guided Amber's hardness, letting the equally swollen head touch her petals, feeling the softness of her vaginal lips, occasionally letting the head approach the entrance, but never allowing it to enter. Under this mutual teasing, Kikyo's honeyed orifice quickly flowed with spring water, a certain part of her lower abdomen yearning to be violated by that heat, to be filled with hot liquid, to fulfill her duty as a woman.
If she let go now, there would be no going back. Inuyasha… no, it's all over now. From the moment that girl appeared before him, it was all over. The dead have no future, the dead cannot be with the living, so what about two people who have long since died but have been pulled back from hell, two people whose time has stopped flowing? There shouldn't be so many problems, right?
Kikyo smiled and released her grip on Kohaku's phallus.
Kohaku finally entered that dreamlike paradise. His fiery erection was immediately enveloped by a warm, tight embrace. The muddy path was almost impossible to traverse. The boy, tasting the forbidden fruit for the first time, endured a few thrusts before uncontrollably ejaculating. Kikyo felt the semen, terribly hot from the poison of the resentful flower. Would this false body accept the man's gift like a real body, or would it merely act as a container, storing the semen until this clay body was filled and collapsed? But the deepest part of her sweet flower cave, which should have been empty, trembled from the heat of Kohaku's semen, and a large gush of nectar flowed out.
"He's still just a child. Even with the enhancement from the Vengeful Flower, he only lasted three thrusts...
Me too, only three thrusts and I'm like this. Is the Vengeful Flower's poison too strong?" Kikyo tried to push Kohaku off her, but the surrounding vines moved first. She turned her head to look at the vines; the green vines had already formed a cluster of flowers, and the white flowers, like mourning clothes, swayed in the wind.
"Kikyo-sama..."
"Has regained some of your senses?" Kikyo stroked his head and smiled. "It was over after only three thrusts. A child is still a child. Is Kohaku satisfied? If you're done, get off... It seems it's still not working. There's no change at all."
"Miko-sama, I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I..."
Although he hadn't fully regained his senses, the marks left on the Miko-sama's naked body and his still-erect erection inside her clearly indicated what had just happened. Kohaku felt a pang of remorse. He had violated the sacred Miko-sama. Such a grave sin could not be atoned even by dying a hundred times. If Lady Kikyo doesn't forgive me, I'll commit suicide immediately. Before I do, I'll try to stay inside the priestess's body a little longer... No, no, no, why would I have such dark thoughts?
Kikyo smiled and tapped Kohaku's forehead: "Child, don't think so much. I'm doing this to keep you from dying. Don't let my efforts be in vain. This world where the flowers of resentment bloom will bring us a different kind of power, Kohaku. Since I've chosen to detoxify you, you must detoxify me properly and live. That's the greatest respect you can show me."
Kohaku was overjoyed and kissed the lips he hadn't properly tasted before, even in his daze. Kikyo was a head taller than him, and as their lips and tongues intertwined, half of his erection had already left the warm, moist passage. Unwilling to lose this feeling, Kohaku knelt between Kikyo's legs, maintaining his position inside her, and continued kissing her, sucking her sweet saliva.
A clay body should only be a shell, able to make sounds under the influence of spiritual power but not produce saliva. However, in this field of resentful flowers, everything was different.
Amber thrust powerfully into Kikyo, his thick, hard penis penetrating her newly opened vagina, constantly expanding its depths. In the throes of pure lust, Kikyo's thoughts gradually drifted away. Her beautiful arms wrapped around Amber's still somewhat immature but already manly neck, lifting her body to allow his hardness to penetrate even deeper. Each time his hardness scraped against her inner walls, Kikyo felt a jolt of pleasure, like an electric current spreading through her. The powerful tip striking her deepest parts made her want to scream, but her restraint kept her quiet. Even having come this far, a priestess was still a priestess; saving a life and simply enjoying pleasure were two different things.
After the awkwardness of ending after only three thrusts the first time, Amber finally managed a hundred thrusts on the second time before ejaculating his hot semen into the priestess's vagina. Even after two ejaculations, his desire remained unsatisfied, while Kikyo's body was already exhausted. Despite this, unsure if the poison had been neutralized, Kikyo still dared not let Kohaku withdraw from her body. She had Kohaku lie down on the vine-covered ground, then straddled him. Her slender fingers parted her still-erect, fiery red lips, swallowing his erect member in one gulp. Because she swallowed so quickly, the hard tip struck her most sensitive spot, and Kikyo straightened her long, snowy neck, letting out a sweet moan—
"Mmm..."
"Kikyo-sama...I..." Kohaku looked at Kikyo's white, alluring breasts, which bounced with her movements as she sat up, and hesitated, wanting to reach out and grasp them.
"Do what you want, Kohaku."
With the priestess's permission, Kohaku grasped the two soft mounds, feeling their amazing elasticity. The snow-white, smooth flesh trembled between her fingers, and Kikyo let out a pleasurable moan. Although she insisted that she was only neutralizing Kohaku's poison, under the unknown power of the vengeful flower, the sacred priestess finally succumbed to the most fundamental desires of a woman. After a hundred thrusts, Kikyo was exhausted, and Kohaku wasn't much better off. With each thrust, the gentle walls of the priestess's flesh clung to his desire, urging him to finish quickly, but he simply couldn't bear to. Many times he had thought of ending it all here, of filling the priestess's honeyed cave with his hot semen, but this was a chance that might only come once. If he gave it to her like this, he would never have the chance to enjoy this tender sweetness again.
Having decided to cherish this last chance, Amber abandoned reason and focused intently on thrusting into Kikyo, concentrating on the pleasure between her legs. Kikyo quickly lost herself in the simple act of violation and possession. At that moment, she felt like a simple woman, a woman enjoying a pleasure that the War Priestess could never experience.
After dozens more thrusts, Amber sensed the approaching climax and increased his speed and power. Kikyo gasped for breath amidst the storm of attacks, her feminine sensitivity making her aware of the impending final moment. Finally, Amber's erection reached its deepest point, and a gush of hot semen erupted, splashing against the walls of her flesh. Kikyo shuddered from the heat, and a gush of spring water spurted from the depths of her flower chamber, drenching Amber's swollen head. Amber's erection continued to ejaculate, a quantity far beyond what an eleven or twelve-year-old should possess. The ejaculation lasted a full minute, and the priestess's pale belly swelled slightly from accommodating so much male desire.
After everything was over, as the surrounding resentful flowers turned from white to red, Kikyo collapsed weakly onto Kohaku. Kohaku's masculine symbol finally softened, but he lingered inside Kikyo's gentle embrace, reluctant to leave.
Perhaps this was the end. "Kohaku, my lady...
"
After a long while, Kikyo spoke, her voice soft. "I'm so happy."
Come, let's fall together. In this ocean of lust, in this forest of resentful flowers, no one will know what happened.
Here, there is no Inuyasha, no Naraku, no bonds bound by the Shikon Jewel, only the purest desire remains. I saved a child's life from certain death. For a savior like a priestess, such a price is worthwhile. I simply did what I had to do. As for what happens next, that no longer matters.
Once you take the first step, there's no going back, right, Kohaku?
[The End]

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