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Chapter 162: Who Is Inside the Room? (R-17)
"Shinobu, were you performing self-generation in my room last night?"
Suyan couldn't hold it back; the question slipped right out of his mouth.
He hadn't told her about last night's escapade with Kanae yet, so he couldn't fathom any other reason she would be this furious. But if she had been secretly touching herself in his bed, only to get caught by him the next morning... well, her explosive anger made perfect sense.
It was a classic case of lashing out from sheer embarrassment. If he were in her shoes, he'd want to die of embarrassment, too.
But the moment the words left his lips, Suyan instantly regretted it. Why the hell did he just ask her that? Was he asking for a death wish?
"Self-generation?"
Shinobu looked utterly bewildered. While the Taisho era had started seeing the gradual introduction of electricity and modern tech, she knew what generation meant. Self-generation, however, was entirely outside her vocabulary.
But she could easily tell from his tone that it was not a good word.
Suyan clamped his mouth shut, showing zero intention of explaining.
Naturally, his evasiveness only confirmed her suspicions. Shinobu glared directly into his eyes, demanding through gritted teeth, "Tell me. What does 'self-generation' mean?!!"
"Well..." Suyan hesitated. Was this really something he could explain? If he actually told her what it meant, he couldn't even begin to imagine how violent her reaction would be.
"Tell me!" Shinobu pressed.
"Are you absolutely sure you want to know?"
"Spit it out!" Shinobu issued her final ultimatum. "Or I will literally bite you to pieces!"
"Fiiiine~"
With no other choice, Suyan leaned in close and whispered the exact, graphic definition into her ear.
As the words drifted in, Shinobu's face turned an unprecedented shade of crimson. Her breathing grew rapid and shallow.
It wasn't out of shyness. She was practically vibrating with pure, unadulterated rage.
She stared daggers at the detestable man in front of her. This absolute bastard! Not only had he toyed with her sister last night—making Shinobu suffer in agony until dawn—but now he was standing here slandering her?!
Grievance, dissatisfaction, fury... a chaotic cocktail of emotions exploded in her chest. She wanted nothing more than to punch him straight in the face.
So, she did.
"You filthy jerk!!"
She hurled the insult—adding "filthy" to her surprisingly limited repertoire of curses—clenched her tiny fists, and began raining blows onto his chest.
Suyan wasn't surprised in the slightest. In fact, if this was the extent of her retaliation, he actually felt a wave of relief. He let her small fists pound against him, giving her an outlet for her grievances.
"Alright, that's enough hitting."
After quite some time had passed, Suyan finally caught her wrists to stop the assault. He was perfectly fine—with Shinobu's meager physical strength, she could punch him from dawn till dusk without leaving a bruise. Shinobu's hands, however, were already turning red from the impact.
He lifted her wrists, pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles. "You need to take better care of yourself, Shinobu. It breaks my heart to see you hurting your own hands."
"What kind of nonsense are you spouting?"
The redness on her hands seemingly migrated straight to her cheeks. She had beaten him for so long, and he hadn't shown the slightest hint of resistance. Her inner fire was actually beginning to wane, and his sudden display of care made her chest grow warm.
She even started justifying his actions in her head. Technically, it wasn't really his fault. Ever since she discovered the empathic link with Kanae, she had kept it a secret from him, constantly cockblocking them and refusing to let them get intimate. Last night's explosion of suppressed tension was probably her own fault for pushing them too hard.
If Suyan had just kept his mouth shut, she might have actually forgiven him right then and there.
Instead, he pulled her into a tight embrace, burying her against his chest as he whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, Shinobu. I won't tell a soul about this. It'll just be our little secret, okay?"
Shinobu's eye twitched. Veins visibly popped on her forehead.
The anger she had just managed to suppress surged back with a vengeance. She was ready to let it go, and this filthy bastard just had to bring it up again?! How could she not be furious?!
But just as she was about to unleash her wrath—
"Shh."
Suyan pressed an index finger against her lips. "Listen," he whispered. "Footsteps."
Like Shinobu cared about that right now! She glared at him. Today, one of us dies! I'm taking you down with me!
A second later, the door rattled.
Knock, knock, knock!
"Aoi?" Suyan called out toward the door, firmly clamping his hand over Shinobu's mouth before she could scream. He looked down and whispered hurriedly, "Shinobu, you really don't want Aoi to know you were performing self-generation in my room last night, do you?"
Shinobu's pupils shrank to pinpricks.
A threat! That is absolutely a threat! This filthy bastard is actually blackmailing me?!
Furious, she thrashed against his chest, kicking and punching as hard as she could.
"Yes, it's me," Aoi answered from the hallway. "Um..."
"I brought the second breakfast over. You two..."
Aoi glanced down at the tray in her hands, then at the first tray sitting untouched on the floor. Between the muffled struggling noises bleeding through the wood and the confirmed presence of a woman inside, it didn't take a genius to guess what was happening.
And it wasn't the first time. The morning after Suyan arrived, hadn't both Kocho sisters walked out of this exact room while she was delivering breakfast?
Aoi clutched the hem of her uniform, staring at the door with a flash of intense envy.
If Kanae hadn't stopped her last night, maybe she would be the one inside right now. Well, realistically, she wouldn't have dared to actually go all the way with him yet. But just being held by him as they slept would have been enough.
Staring blankly at the door, she remembered Suyan telling her not to worry about last night. Maybe, she thought, he's using his body to convince Kanae-nee to forgive me right now?
"Um, Aoi, just leave the food by the door," Suyan's voice called out, snapping her back to reality.
"Understood. Thank you for your hard work, Lord Suyan," Aoi replied. "Please remember to eat. You need to properly replenish your stamina so you can..."
So you can properly convince Kanae-nee.
She didn't voice the last part, merely setting the tray down next to the first one and turning away in silence.
Inside the room.
Hearing Aoi's footsteps fade down the hall, Suyan finally exhaled in relief. He looked down at Shinobu.
"Shinobu, I know you're mad, but you didn't have to go that far." He pulled his hand away from her mouth and shook it out. Two distinct rows of teeth marks were embedded in his palm.
While it didn't hurt, her relentless biting sparked a flicker of annoyance. "I went out of my way to help you cover it up so Aoi wouldn't find out, and you don't appreciate it at all."
Hearing that, the sheer rage in Shinobu's eyes only deepened. She grabbed his hand, fully intending to bite it again.
Suyan sighed. He needed to find a way to forcibly calm her down, or they were never going to have a proper conversation.
Pinning her shoulders back, he leaned down and kissed her squarely on the lips.
Shinobu, naturally, was entirely unwilling. Her purple eyes widened, glaring murder at him from inches away as her limbs thrashed wildly in protest.
But soon enough, she began to melt into the deep kiss. Her struggles grew weaker, her body finally settling down.
It proved a universal truth: there was nothing a deep kiss couldn't solve. And if there was, you just needed to kiss her again.
He didn't know how long they kissed. Once he felt her go completely pliable in his arms, Suyan finally pulled away.
Perhaps heavily influenced by the phantom sensations she had absorbed from Kanae last night, Shinobu actually chased his lips as they parted, leaning in to initiate another kiss herself.
It wasn't until Suyan's considerate hands began to instinctively unbutton her uniform—his wide palms brushing against her bare, tender skin—that she shuddered and violently snapped back to reality.
She shoved him away, clutching her collar tightly.
"No. You can't." Her face was incredibly flushed, her voice soft, fragile, and sounding dangerously close to a whine.
Suyan nearly transformed into a howling wolf right then and there. He barely managed to reign himself in, awkwardly retracting his hands. He rubbed his fingertips together, the lingering warmth of her skin still singeing his nerves.
"Are you calmed down now, Shinobu? Want to get something to eat?" he suggested.
"Calmed down? Not even close!" Shinobu's voice turned icy. "Do you really need me to spell out exactly what you and my sister did last night?!"
"Wait, you know?" Suyan blinked.
No wonder she was so furious. It wasn't just about the "self-generation" misunderstanding. She actually knew he had slept with Kanae. That explained everything.
It actually saved him the trouble of explaining it and risking another explosive reaction.
"It was practically impossible for me not to know!" Shinobu puffed out her cheeks, infuriated by his utterly clueless expression.
Figuring she had to spell it out so he wouldn't die completely ignorant, she quickly explained the bizarre empathic link that had formed between her and Kanae after the Nen contract. She spared no details about exactly what she had endured the previous night.
Listening to her explanation, Suyan's expression completely froze.
A sensory link stronger than twins?
Having Kanae and Shinobu together was already double the pleasure. But with an ability like this, wouldn't it be at least quadruple the pleasure?
Nice!
"What the hell are you thinking about?!!"
Seeing his expression slowly warp into something profoundly perverted, a visible tick mark popped on Shinobu's forehead. She brought her fist down in a heavy chop right on top of his head.
If this were a comedy anime, a massive lump would have instantly sprouted from his skull. But this was reality, and her strength was meager—it did little more than snap him back to attention.
"Cough, nothing, nothing at all." Suyan coughed lightly to mask his awkwardness.
Honestly, he completely understood her violent reactions now. Finding her sister missing, sneaking into his room to look for her, getting blasted by a sudden wave of phantom pleasure, being forced to sleep in his bed, waking up in wet sheets, and then being accused of touching herself?
After enduring that brutal combo, the fact that Shinobu hadn't just drawn her Nichirin Sword and skewered him on the spot meant he really owed her an apology.
I'm absolute trash, he cursed himself internally.
"Um... I'm sorry..." But aside from apologizing, he was completely at a loss for words.
His brain short-circuited. He blurted out the first insane thought that came to mind: "How about you pee on me too?"
By the time he realized what he had just said, it was far too late.
Shinobu stared at him. "Too"? What the hell do you mean, "too"?
"MIS! TER! SCUM! BAG!"
The vein on her forehead throbbed violently as she gritted her teeth. "You guys played really wild last night, didn't you?!!"
Suyan's mouth twitched. He genuinely wanted to slap himself.
Shinobu hooked a finger, gesturing for him to bring his head closer.
Is she going to bite my face? My ear? Suyan wondered. He didn't hesitate, though, leaning in to accept his punishment.
But she didn't bite him. Instead, she leaned in and whispered directly into his ear.
As she spoke, the emotions in Suyan's eyes shifted wildly, eventually settling into a look of absolute disbelief.
Shinobu didn't say another word. She just stared at him.
Suyan hesitated for a fraction of a second, then gave her a heavy, confirming nod.
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Elsewhere.
"Achoo!"
Kanae sniffled, rubbing the side of her nose. "Is Shinobu talking bad about me behind my back?"
I wonder how her talk with Suyan is going. Has he managed to calm her down?
Just thinking about an angry Shinobu gave Kanae a headache. Fortunately, Suyan had volunteered to take the heat. All she had to do was sit back and reap the rewards.
Smiling happily, Kanae rummaged through the breakfast Aoi had prepared in the kitchen.
She wasn't in Greed Island. After Suyan left, the sheer physical toll of last night had caught up to her, leaving her ravenously hungry. While she knew she could conjure perfectly fine food inside Greed Island—the rules of the game had flooded her mind the moment she entered the dimensional space—she vastly preferred Aoi's cooking. It was warm, comforting, and made with genuine love.
So, she had immediately used the Dimensional Gate to teleport back to the Butterfly Mansion.
Suyan was handling Shinobu, but Kanae felt it was her duty to apologize to Aoi in person. Plus, it solved her hunger problem.
"Kanae-nee?"
Aoi, fresh from delivering breakfast, walked back into the kitchen and froze in shock at the sight of her.
"Good morning, Aoi!" Kanae's eyes lit up. She immediately stepped forward to apologize. "About last night—"
"Wait! Why are you here?!" Aoi's brain effectively short-circuited.
Wasn't Kanae-nee in Suyan's room? Why is she in the kitchen?
Then who was the girl making all that noise with Suyan just now? Who did I just deliver breakfast to?
Who the hell is Suyan working so hard on right now?!
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