Kouhei and Hina stared at Hiyori, with wide eyes and expressions frozen with disbelief.
Hina's voice trembled, barely audible.
Her thoughts scattered, unable to grasp the magnitude of what had just happened.
Moments ago, the three of them—Kouhei, Hina, and Hiyori—had connected.
Not just emotionally or mentally, but physically and spiritually in a way that shattered all previously known boundaries.
They had performed a Connective Love Link.
And now, their bodies still radiated with the shimmering, pulsating glow of that intimate power.
The soft light wrapped around their skin like living threads of energy, warm and sacred yet undeniably erotic in its origin.
Hiyori looked dazed with her face flushed, lips parted, chest rising and falling with unsteady breaths.
Her thighs were slightly parted, her trembling body twitching subtly from the aftershocks of her orgasm.
But despite looking dazed from the orgasm she'd just experienced, she was glowing the same way.
Which meant… she was affected by it too.
And since all three of them had climaxed at the same time… they'd pulled off the Connective Love Link.
A Connective Love Link was a far more intense and powerful version of the Love Link.
Tripling power output instead of merely doubling it.
But it was also significantly harder to achieve.
The requirement was that three or more people, including Kouhei, had to orgasm together at the exact same time during a threesome or more.
And syncing orgasms wasn't exactly easy to pull off.
But somehow, they'd done it.
Kouhei's heart pounded violently inside his chest.
He had always believed, without question, that Love Link could only be activated with demons.
That belief had been so firm, he never even considered testing it outside demonkind.
Now, that foundation had cracked.
Hina stood in silence, trying to make sense of what she was witnessing.
Her fists clenched at her sides, trembling slightly.
The Child of Anti-Prophecy...
The force crafted to destroy the Prophecy of Yesh. A weapon born from Ayin, meant to annihilate the very core of that future.
And with such origin, everyone assumed—everyone knew—it could only resonate with demons.
This defied that logic.
If humans could tap into this power, then the entire fragile order between demons, humans, angels—and even the fallen—was at risk of collapsing.
Because now, it wasn't just demons that might come for Kouhei. It was the humans too.
And if, by any chance, this could extend to angels or fallen angels as well… the implications were too immense to ignore.
No confirmation yet—but the theory had already begun to root itself.
It was dangerous just having the possibility.
"Hina-san," Kouhei's voice cut through the silence, steady but urgent. "Let's save the speculation for later. Right now, we need to focus on the enemy."
Hina blinked, snapping out of her haze.
Though her thoughts still clung to the idea of a human forming a Love Link with Kouhei, she nodded.
'Pull yourself together, Hina. Now's not the time…'
There was no space for distraction, not with the threat waiting just outside.
The priority now—was the enemy.
Without wasting another second, both of them turned and stepped out of the infirmary, leaving Hiyori there with her lips still parted, cheeks flushed, soft moans occasionally slipping past her tongue as she remained trapped in the echo of her climax.
The light still flickered over her bare skin like a fading heartbeat.
Outside, the air was sharp with tension.
Masayoshi turned his head, and his eyes locked onto them the instant they appeared.
"Ugh, finally!" he barked, throwing his arms wide in theatrical irritation. His voice dripped with mockery and rage. "You two finally crawled back out! I was getting bored as fuck waiting here! What the hell were you even doing, huh?! You think I'd just let it slide with wrecking my precious suit like that?! And then you throw up a pristine mana barrier like that's gonna stop me? Like that's gonna keep me out? Please. Don't flatter yourselves. You really think that was gonna be enough to stop me from tearing into you two?"
Kouhei and Hina said nothing.
They knew what needed to be done.
There was only one way to bring Masayoshi down.
Hina needed to unleash a sphere of darkness strong enough to erase his body completely, denying him the chance to regenerate.
But for that, Kouhei had to make the first move.
Dropped into a stance.
All noise faded around him.
The world narrowed to just one point—Masayoshi.
He could feel his heart pounding in his ears, adrenaline rushing like wildfire in his veins.
A brief moment of stillness.
At the same time, the barrier dropped with a soft crack, like glass breaking in the wind.
Kouhei surged forward with such blinding speed, the ground beneath his feet cracked.
A sonic boom rippled through the air—he was nearly breaking the speed of sound.
In less than a heartbeat, he was already in front of Masayoshi.
There was no time to react.
The blade sliced clean through his neck with a flash of light and the faintest hiss of steel cutting flesh.
Masayoshi's head tore from his shoulders and flew into the air... twisting slowly, blood trailing like a ribbon behind it before it hit the ground with a hard thud.
Kouhei's voice thundered across the field.
Without hesitation, Hina poured every ounce of her mana into her hands.
Her fingers glowed dark violet as the magic surged violently into a thick, pulsating sphere of pure darkness.
The sphere hummed, swirling with unstable energy, and she shoved it forward with a roar.
The moment it made contact with Masayoshi's headless body—
The sphere exploded outward in silence, devouring the body whole.
"GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
Masayoshi's scream was agonizing.
It was raw, guttural, and filled with a pain neither of them had ever heard from him before.
It was the first time they'd made him scream like that.
It must be because this might be the first time Masayoshi had experienced pain.
When the darkness finally faded, the air was still.
There was… nothing left.
Masayoshi's body was gone—erased without a trace.
Only his head remained, laying on the blood-soaked dirt, breathing heavily.
"What the fuck did you two do?!" he yelled, voice trembling with rage. "Where the fuck is my suit?! What the fuck did you do to my goddamn suit?! Where the hell did it go?!"
The dark sphere hadn't just destroyed his body.
It had consumed his suit too.
Every last shred of it.
"You fucking pathetic losers..." he growled, his voice low and venomous. "I can't believe this... I can't fucking believe this!"
Even though he was reduced to just a severed head, the only thing Masayoshi seemed to care about… was his suit.
"You're messing with me... You two are seriously fucking with me, huh?" His voice trembled with disbelief. "Do you two even know how much fucking money I had to burn just to get that damn suit?! And yet... and yet... and yet... Yet, yet, yet, yet, yet...!"
His voice became increasingly unstable, eyes wide with manic rage.
"You destroyed it. You fucking destroyed it without even thinking twice! Are you two insane?! Are you really that vengeful that the idea of erasing my suit pissed you off enough to actually go through with it?!"
Without hesitation, Hina charged up another dark sphere, the air around her pulsing with unstable energy. She hurled it straight at Masayoshi.
But right before it could reach him...
"Enough of this shit," Masayoshi growled.
Then, right in front of them, it happened.
From the stump where his neck ended, flesh began knitting itself back together—rapidly.
His body was returning.
In mere seconds, he stood tall again—fully intact, not a single wound left on his skin.
It was as if he hadn't been injured at all.
The dark sphere, still glowing with concentrated mana, closed in on his face... and then—
Frozen mid-air, just inches from impact.
Kouhei could only mutter that one word.
Because what just happened wasn't something he expected.
'Huh? Why can't I move…?'
Something was holding him in place.
No—this was beyond that.
Kouhei had made a mistake.
A mistake so critical...
It was going to cost him his life.
Masayoshi's true ability...
It wasn't regeneration.
It was time manipulation.
He could manipulate time itself around his body.
It had to be something inside this dark dome he'd created around the battlefield.
That was how he "healed." Not by rapidly regenerating, but by rewinding his body back to a previous state—before the injuries.
Kouhei hadn't realized it sooner because Masayoshi's clothes hadn't come back.
He assumed if it was time manipulation, the suit would've returned too.
But now, thinking back… it made sense.
Masayoshi probably couldn't manipulate the time of objects.
It was likely that he could only rewind things infused with mana.
His own body had mana.
And that dark sphere Hina had just launched was also made of mana.
Kouhei heard Hina's voice crack behind him. Her scream echoed in his ears.
But he couldn't look back.
He couldn't even blink.
He was trapped in halted time.
Masayoshi stood right in front of him now, face twisted in fury, eyes burning with vengeance.
"I told you, didn't I?" he said coldly. "You're gonna fucking pay for that."
An arm tore straight through Kouhei's chest.