Kouhei and Yuuna lay sprawled together on the bed, their bodies sticky with sweat and warmth, their breaths still uneven after everything they had just done. The air in the room was heavy, thick with the lingering scent of sex and skin rubbing against skin. Both of them were exhausted, but in that exhaustion was a strange comfort, like their bodies had melted into each other and now refused to separate.
By now, Kouhei had already orgasmed three times inside her, and his body felt drained yet satisfied, like he had poured every ounce of strength into her.
"Hehehehe… it feels so sticky," Yuuna murmured softly, her lips curling into a small smile as she pressed herself even closer to him. She rested her cheek against his chest, feeling the heat radiating from him, listening to the steady ba-dump, ba-dump of his heartbeat. That sound which was very strong calmed her in a way words never could.
"I'm sorry about that," Kouhei said, his voice quiet, almost hesitant.
It wasn't like he regretted cumming inside her so many times and if anything, the act left him deeply satisfied with a primal feeling that told him it was only right to finish inside her like that. But he did feel a twinge of guilt, not for the act itself, but because he worried it might have made her uncomfortable or overwhelmed even.
"Fufufu… why are you apologizing?" Yuuna whispered back, her voice carrying a soft giggle as she snuggled against him even more, like she wanted to sink into him entirely. "I sticky feeling. It means I got to have it. It means I was loved by you… really loved. And to me, that's more than enough. It feels good."
Her hand drifted lower, down to her stomach, and she gently rubbed it, feeling the faint warmth inside her where his semen had pooled. She was filled so much that some of it had started to leak out, slipping slowly, yet she found herself cherishing even that sensation.
"Why's that?" Kouhei asked, his brow lifting slightly as he turned his eyes toward her, curious about her words.
"Well, it's because…" she smiled faintly, her tone laced with a strange mix of playfulness and seriousness, "you cumming inside me over and over like that might just make me pregnant faster. I know the chance of a human and a vampire conceiving is already very low—and even lower because I'm a noble vampire. But with you filling me up continuously … I feel like the chances are higher. I believe it might actually be possible."
Kouhei stared at her, and his gaze softened as he looked directly into her eyes.
She was breathtakingly beautiful—more than any words could capture. To him, she wasn't just a vampire noble... she was Yuuna, a woman so dazzling that any man who laid eyes on her would fall in love without hesitation. Honestly, he couldn't believe he was the one lying beside her now. The idea that she had chosen him felt surreal. Yuuna could've had anyone—she had the charm, the grace, as well as the power. And yet, she was his.
Almost without thinking, his hand reached out to brush strands of damp hair away from her cheek, strands that clung stubbornly to her skin from their sweat. His touch lingered, tender, before he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers in a kiss that carried both gratitude and love.
But just as their lips parted—
The sound of someone knocking at the door cut through the heavy silence of the room.
"Yuuna-sama, Kouhei-sama," a voice called politely from the other side, "pardon the sudden interruption, but Kazuhiro-sama requests your presence."
Both Yuuna and Kouhei stiffened instantly. That voice… for some reason, it sounded oddly familiar.
Still, there was no time to dwell on it. They needed to fix themselves before anyone could suspect what had just taken place.
They hurried to gather their clothes, slipping them back on with fumbling hands, straightening fabrics and smoothing creases, desperately trying to erase every trace of their passionate act. Their hair was fixed as best as they could with their appearances made presentable in a rush. Only once they were sure they looked normal enough did they step out of the room.
And then the familiarity of that voice revealed itself.
The person waiting for them was none other than Yuzuha—Nagisa's aunt.
"Yuzuha…" Yuuna said under her breath, her eyes widening slightly.
But what truly caught her off guard wasn't Yuzuha's presence, but what she was wearing. Instead of the clothes Yuuna remembered her in, Yuzuha now stood before them dressed in a maid's uniform.
"I am no longer Yuzuha," she said in a subdued tone, bowing her head. "I am just a lowly servant now, Yuuna-sama."
Having lost, her once-proud position had fallen all the way to that of a servant.
Yuuna's chest tightened faintly. She didn't exactly pity Yuzuha after everything she'd put Nagisa through, but still… seeing her , reduced and humbled, was undeniably pitiful in its own way.
"Kouhei-kun, let's go," Yuuna said softly.
Kouhei's gaze lingered on Yuzuha a moment longer, his expression unreadable, before he turned and walked alongside Yuuna.
Eventually, they reached the place where Kazuhiro was waiting.
"Oh, you've finally arrived," Kazuhiro said with a smile as his eyes fell on them. "It looks like the two of you had quite the… enjoyable time. Too much, even."
The smile tugging at his lips wasn't the kind of expression Yuuna had ever seen on him before. It was crude, mocking, almost cruel in its amusement. Her father rarely smiled at all, and for this to be the first time… it was unsettling.
"W-What are you saying, Father?" Yuuna stammered, quickly averting her gaze. She couldn't tell if he was just teasing or if he had truly found out what they had been doing.
Kazuhiro gave a slight shrug, his grin widening. "What? Do you honestly think I wouldn't notice you two having sex in that room? Yuuna, you do realize some of the rooms here—including yours—aren't designed for secret rendezvous, don't you?"
Yuuna's face turned red, her eyes falling to the floor. It was the exact humiliation of being caught by your parents after sneaking your boyfriend into your room for sex.
"And even though you both straightened your clothes and tidied yourselves up before leaving, the stench of sex clings to you. That isn't something you can hide in just a few minutes," Kazuhiro continued, his words hitting like blunt daggers.
Yuuna's embarrassment burned deeper, her shoulders trembling slightly.
"Hahahahaha!" Souichiro suddenly burst into loud laughter, pointing a finger directly at Yuuna. "You're such an idiot, nee-chan! Did you really think you could get away with it? That nobody would notice? Hahahaha!"
He laughed so hard he clutched at his stomach, nearly doubled over.
Yuuna glared at him with eyes sharp enough to cut, her irritation boiling over.
But then Kazuhiro's expression shifted, and his tone became calm and serious.
"Yuuna, may I speak with him for a moment?"
Yuuna's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "…What are you trying to do?"
"Relax," Kazuhiro said evenly. "I won't do anything. You don't need to worry. Child of Anti-Prophecy, would you mind speaking to me in private?"
Kouhei looked at Yuuna, meeting her gaze, and gave her a small nod, silently telling her it was fine.
Though reluctant, Yuuna said nothing more and let him go.
The two of them—Kazuhiro and Kouhei—stepped outside together, their footsteps crunching softly as they made their way into what looked like a quiet, well-kept garden.
"You must be surprised I called you out here ," Kazuhiro finally said, breaking the silence.
And truthfully, Kouhei was surprised. He had no idea what Kazuhiro wanted with him, or why he had suddenly chosen to speak with him alone.
"I've never really seen Yuuna smile like that… not genuinely. And I never thought I'd live to see the day where Souichiro would actually laugh at her like that," he said with a faint shake of his head. "Strange as it is, it kind of felt… joyful, as their father, you know?"
Truthfully, it was surreal. Just weeks ago, the two of them had been at each other's throats with one ready to kill the other. Their conflict had escalated into a full-blown war that cost countless lives. To see Souichiro now, laughing so openly, was jarring.
"It's surprising, isn't it? Seeing him act like that," Kazuhiro admitted, his eyes distant. "The truth is, Souichiro grew into the person he became because of our failures as parents. Their mother was never good with words and she was never good with affection, and both of them grew up under heavy expectations. It was especially harsh for Yuuna. That girl… she couldn't feel anything, and she turned into someone who forgot how to genuinely smile."
He paused, then continued.
"Souichiro, on the other hand, was no less burdened than Yuuna. He wanted to be someone who could find inspiration as well as someone who could look up to something greater. But instead of finding that, he projected it all onto Yuuna. That admiration twisted into frustration, then into hate, until it grew beyond control. Eventually, it imploded… and then exploded. But after that fight you had with him, he finally found someone he could truly aspire to. That's why he's acting differently now."