By the time Sayuri and Eriri returned, it was 9:40 PM, just shy of Eriri's promised 10:00 deadline. Sayuri was clearly tipsy, needing Nao's support to walk, while Eriri trudged along, hands dangling, back hunched, looking—unkindly put—like a failed evolution of a blonde primate.
As her brother, such a jab would be too harsh.
"Welcome home. How was the banquet? Fun?" Kagura greeted, deliberately teasing Eriri, who'd kicked off her heels at the door.
"Huh?" Eriri spun, glaring, straightening with a scoff. "What's that, picking a fight? A room full of official's wives, rich ladies, and random bitchy heiresses—I had to play nice. You think I enjoyed that?"
Kagura shrugged, stifling a laugh. "Why not let loose?"
"Joking? You might not care about face, but Mom does." Eriri shoved him, resuming her hunched shuffle toward the stairs. Kagura moved to support her, but she, slightly flushed, pushed him lightly, muttering, "Get lost."
"Hey, no need. Want me to carry you up?"
"I'm not that tired! It's mental exhaustion—can't you tell?"
"Then come to your brother's arms and whine a bit." Kagura spread his arms. On the other side, Sayuri, half-dazed, overheard, leaning on Nao and waving at Kagura, cooing, "Kagura~~, Mommy wants to whine too, Mommy needs a hug, waaah…"
"At your service, Madam." Before Kagura or Eriri could react, Nao swept Sayuri into a princess carry, ascending the stairs steadily. Sayuri touched Nao's face, realizing it wasn't Kagura, and mumbled, "Eh? Why Nao? Where's Kagura?"
"Young Master Kagura is carrying Miss Eriri."
Nao's reply was icy, almost robotic.
"Carrying Eriri? Hmm…" Sayuri, her mind missing a gear, hiccupped and waved downward, giggling, "No way~ You're siblings… Making a baby would be trouble, and getting frisky right after coming home isn't great…"
"Sayuri/Sis, shut up!"
Kagura and Eriri, startled, flushed and scolded her in unison.
Blame Japanese—"carry" can mean "make love," especially male-led. Drunk, Sayuri's mind jumped to Eriri and Kagura getting it on in the hall.
As they climbed a few steps, Eriri muttered, "By the way…"
"Yeah?"
"Big Nao's something else… Carrying Mom upstairs without blushing, panting, or trembling."
"Of course. I still can't beat her."
"That's your problem."
Eriri met Kagura's eyes, and they awkwardly looked away. Sayuri's teasing had made the air tense. "Let me princess-carry you up."
Kagura stressed "princess-carry" to avoid ambiguity.
"No need, I can walk—"
"Come on, no need to be shy with your brother."
Kagura scooped her up, but from above, Sayuri's voice drifted, "Remember protection~" Kagura nearly choked, almost dropping Eriri.
Sayuri's words, followed by Nao's, "You're drunk, let me help you rest."
In Kagura's arms, Eriri steadied, gazing up tightly, both stirred by Sayuri's drunken quips. Before Kagura could speak, Eriri squinted. "Mom got smashed at the banquet, and you sipped at home, didn't you?"
"Uh… caught me?"
"Obviously!" Eriri bared her fangs, sniffing deeply. "Reeks of red wine. I thought the banquet's booze dulled my nose." And Qiong's scent… Tch, even rabbits avoid their own burrow, but you pounced on Qiong the moment we left? How far did you go?
Eriri had long sensed Kagura's interest in Qiong, always on guard, yet she'd slipped up.
"Next time, we'll drink together."
"I don't drink!"
Eriri snapped, staying silent until her door.
"Maybe it's my imagination, but your bare feet in white stockings look… provocative."
Kagura glanced at Eriri's legs over his arm, eyes lingering on her toes.
"Oh? Know why they seem provocative?"
"Why?"
Slap, slap, slap~ Eriri lightly tapped his face, not hard, just grumbling, face drawn. "First, you're a pervert. Second, you're drunk."
"Pervert, huh?"
Kagura nudged her door open with his foot, setting her gently on her large bed.
"Drinking alone, chugging from the bottle?" Eriri relaxed, patting his back as he sat briefly.
"Nah."
"Who poured then? Doll girl?"
"Why must someone pour for me to drink?"
"You're too lazy to even cut the foil with a wine knife. No chugging means someone decanted and poured. Fess up—who?"
"Fine, bothered Qiong a bit." Kagura winked slyly. "My maid and butler were out, so I borrowed yours."
"Lame…" Eriri rolled her eyes, wriggling on the bed, kicking his butt. "Get lost, I'm changing and showering."
"Mind if I help you wash?"
Kagura stood, hands on hips.
Eriri didn't blush, just lay there, leg still raised from kicking, saying calmly, "How much did you drink?"
"Half a bottle…?"
"Forgetting the two bottles before, totaling two and a half?"
"Huh? Why say that?"
"Only that drunk would you say something so stupid. Now scram." Eriri kicked again, missing, flashing her panties. Kagura gave a thumbs-up. "Tch, white again."
"Thumbs-up for your sister's panties? How perverted are you? Scram!" Eriri, furious, hurled a pillow at his face.
Kagura caught it, placed it back, and shrugged. "Goodnight."
"Yeah, goodnight."
Eriri lay, breathing deeply.
Soon after Kagura left, she yelled, "Qiong—!!" But Qiong was truly drunk, so Eriri showered alone.
Kagura, already bathed, returned to his room to sleep. Approaching his bed, he froze—someone had claimed it.
Sayuri sprawled across the sheets, hair loose, snoring, her lingerie and kimono neatly folded on her nightstand, clearly Nao's work.
"Deep purple… rose lace… Wow, this mother-daughter duo's tastes are worlds apart." Kagura glanced, then looked away.
He'd probably get hard if Eriri wore that lingerie.
On his nightstand, a note from Nao: To Young Master Kagura: At Madam's insistence, I let her sleep here. She's in low spirits and drank heavily. Please attend to her. Contact me if needed. —Nao Hasaka With a faint lipstick mark, Nao's signature flair.
"Hey, hey… 'Drank heavily, needs care'? I'm sleeping with this drunk mom?"
Kagura's eyelids twitched. He sniffed the lipstick mark, tossing the note in the trash.
So fragrant… Nao's mature charm was undeniable.
But now what?
"Ugh, whatever, sleep it off."
The bed was big enough. As long as he didn't do anything, they wouldn't end up tangled. Kagura stripped to his boxers, tossed his clothes in the hamper, grabbed a thin robe, and slipped in.
"Smells like booze…"
As he settled, Sayuri stirred, facing him, mumbling, "No~ I'm married~"
She waved her left hand, her ruby wedding ring glinting faintly. "It's me, your son, Kagura."
Kagura swatted her hand, annoyed.
"Eh? Kagura…" Sayuri propped up, squinting, then flopped back, sighing, "No way~ Hugging Eriri, now Mommy? Too easy for you."
"What are you on about? Look at you, drunk and babbling nonsense."
Thankfully, it was a women-only banquet, or Sayuri's state could've been risky. "Ugh…" Scolded, Sayuri covered her face, squirming, moaning, "I got carried away…"
"Yeah, yeah. Sleep, or you'll cry with a headache tomorrow."
"Eh, Kagura, so cold…" Sayuri rolled toward him, fake-crying, patting his shoulder, "Waaah…"
"Stop fake-crying…" Kagura pressed her shoulders, pushing her back, hands behind his head, staring at the canopy. "By the way, something to discuss."
"Huff… Hm? What?"
Sayuri, half-asleep, was roused by his words.
"The dean wants me to give her daughter a few piano lessons. What do you think?"
"Hm…" Sayuri tilted her head, eyes closed, thinking, then exhaled, "Ahh, sounds good, no?"
"I don't teach just anyone. I'll check it out first."
"Great, Mommy supports you."
"Not drunk now, huh?"
Kagura thought, Was all that stair talk an act?
No reply. Glancing over, Sayuri was out cold.
Relieved, Kagura closed his eyes, soon dreaming of grinding his cock against Nao's thighs and pussy. Waking, no Nao, no drunk mom—just him, boxers intact, no wet dream. Thankfully, this time, his spring dream wasn't about Sayuri.
Two days later, 9:15 AM.
JR Maihama Station, ticket gate.
"What a bold getup… Well, given certain factors, it's understandable."
Mai Sakurajima, stepping off the Keiyo Line, froze at Kagura's appearance, forgetting to tap her transit card.
Nao had driven Kagura, arriving earlier, though their meetup was 9:20, so Mai was punctual.
"You're completely undisguised, like a newborn babe." Kagura shrugged, teasing with a sly grin.
He hadn't closely followed Mai's films or dramas, so this was his first real look at her "casual" style: black thigh-high boots encasing black stockings, nearly reaching her knees with gothic crisscross laces, four-to-five-centimeter heels. Above, a burgundy, asymmetrical plaid mini-skirt, hem twenty centimeters above the knee. A simple white blouse, long black hair cascading to her skirt's edge, a pink bunny hairpin on the left, a sleek white leather purse slung over her right shoulder—mature, elegant.
"Don't make me sound like some naked freak—" Mai crossed her arms, glaring, then swiped her card, striding over, flicking her hair. "Thanks for spending your holiday with me. Kept you waiting?"
Kagura's outfit was a stark departure, almost comically "frivolous."
A dark green long-sleeve with cutout cuffs under a white tee plastered with garish art text and edgy skull patterns, fake blood splattered on the left chest. A platinum cross necklace (meant for Qiong) dangled. His pants and shoulder bag jangled with chains, topped with blue sunglasses and hair dyed blonde with temporary spray—a complete transformation.
One glance, and you'd avoid a second.
"Thought this look would spook you. Why so calm?" Kagura offered his left hand as Mai exited. She hesitated, meeting his eyes. "First, you already spooked me—I barely recognized you. Second, what's this about?"
His disguise was to avoid recognition, ensuring Mai's "acting prep" day at Disneyland wasn't disrupted by fans demanding autographs.
"To get in the acting mood, shouldn't we hold hands?"
"Oh?" Mai crossed her arms. "Well-informed, huh? How'd you know I'm prepping a short romantic scene?"
"Guessed," Kagura winked, wiggling his hand. "Why call a guy for regular scenes? A girl could do. If you need me, it's gotta be romance."
"Sharp guess, Spencer." Mai smiled approvingly, extending her hand but pausing mid-air, tilting her head. "But that's not enough to earn a handhold."
"Eh?" Kagura squinted, then withdrew his hand smoothly. "If Mai doesn't want to, fine. I'm not the one acting. Let's go~"
He turned and walked.
"…?" Mai blinked, hurrying after him. "What was that?"
"What?"
"Some nerve, Spencer, ditching your senior's hand and walking off!"
Mai, cheeks pink, huffed beside him.
"I sensed you needed me but teased me, making me beg."
Kagura thought, Most guys would scramble for an excuse.
Her move was a test, a grab for control. If he'd justified himself, he'd have lost.
"Hmph, I just chose you for my work. Don't get cocky, junior." Mai thrust her right hand forward, face stern. "Here, take it."
"That's more like it."
Kagura clasped her hand.
Instantly, Mai pressed closer, looping his left arm, giggling, "Ehe~" Kagura faintly felt her right breast against him.
"My look doesn't bother you?"
Kagura showed his annual pass to the staff, Mai doing the same.
He wasn't big on Disneyland, having visited rarely.
"It's the inner self, not the outfit. I'm using your behavior to find my acting groove, not your clothes. The flashier you dress, the more it challenges my focus, helping me stay sharp for filming."
Mai, confident, clung to his arm as they entered the park.
Disneyland, in Chiba, was oddly named "Tokyo Disneyland," like Tanaka Tarou's wife living at home but taking rich neighbor Sato's surname—green-hat vibes for Tanaka.
(Sato, like Wang, is a common Japanese surname.)
Though not yet 9:30, Golden Week packed the park. Arriving early spared them long entry lines—by 10 or 11, it'd be tougher.
"No bad influence, then," Kagura scanned the rides, asking, "No disguise, Mai? Not worried about autograph hounds?"
"Men chasing me? Call it harassment. Women? They'd chase you."
"Logical."
"Some might recognize me and snap photos. I'm on hiatus—my influence isn't what it was. Japanese fans are fickle; out of the spotlight, they move on. Three-minute heat."
Mai waved at giant inflatable mascots, smiling, then turned to Kagura. "Staying in the spotlight since fifteen, like you, is rare."
"Not easy. Probably my family name, not me."
"Good self-awareness~" Mai's lips curved, glancing at him, nodding. "Come on, to the Ferris wheel."
(Japan's Disneyland lacks a Ferris wheel; this exists only in my story.)
"Ferris wheel first? Mai, you're eager."
"Hm? How so?"
"Isn't it a couple's spot? Your passion might burn me out."
"My next script has a Ferris wheel scene, so I'm itching to test it."
"Not just eager to ride?" Kagura teased, earning an ear tug. Mai, unamused, snapped, "Don't treat me like a kid."
"Yes, yes." Kagura eyed her ample chest, implying, "Mai's a grown woman."
Ahead, a twin-tailed, dark-haired girl queued, her figure striking, legs alluring.
"Pervert, I'll smack you."
Mai cursed but noticed Kagura's gaze on the girl's legs. What's this? Spencer never ogles my legs but stares at others'. Are mine worse?
"A proper lady shouldn't toss around 'smack you.'"
"Ugh…" Mai faltered, turning left, muttering, "I know that, no need to lecture."
"So, my role today is—?"
Kagura squeezed her hand, glancing sidelong.
"Didn't you guess?"
Mai, shy, met his eyes briefly before looking away.
"Just a wild guess. You need to confirm, or I might mess up your work."
"Ugh… it's… playing… boyfriend… for a day…"
Mai, flustered by his teasing, stammered, blushing.
"Hm? What's that? Didn't catch it, Mai."
Kagura leaned closer, feigning ignorance.
"Playing boyfriend for a day, idiot!" Mai, fed up, shoved his jaw, huffing, "Bullying your senior like that's too much!"
She stomped his left foot.
"Ow~~~"
Kagura wailed exaggeratedly.
Mai, unfazed, pressed harder. As he opened his mouth to plead, the girl ahead turned, frowning. "Sawamura-kun, we're in public. Can you not wail like a kicked stray? It's embarrassing."
"…Yukino?"
Kagura froze. Mai quickly lifted her foot.
Indeed, the twin-tailed girl with long black hair was Yukino Yukinoshita, wearing a white maxi dress with a teal mid-length cardigan, a large, slightly oversized Louis Vuitton bag on her right shoulder, and cream-colored, gold-trimmed heeled shoes, likely pricey, though without visible logos. Kagura hadn't expected to meet her here, let alone queue together.
"Eh, it's me. Where's your greeting?"
"Morning."
"No need for that 'eh,' and your reaction's slow. Needing my reminder is absurd."
"Shows how well you've taught me." Kagura grinned, raising a brow. "But recognizing me in this getup? Impressive."
"You don't need eyes to recognize someone…"
Yukino rubbed her temples, sighing.
"True, I've been talking behind you. You'd know my voice." Yukino nearly retorted, You're too self-absorbed; your voice isn't that distinct, but held back.
She hadn't noticed his voice—except the "ow." Before that, she'd sensed him. Well-rested, in high spirits for Golden Week, her body suddenly reacted—wetness below, her womb stirring, an allergic radar signaling Kagura's proximity, intensely close.
Ugh… this is bad. What now?
"So, Yukino, you here alone?"
"Problem?"
Yukino turned, staring coldly.
"Nope, as long as Teacher Yukino's happy."
"I didn't permit you to use my name."
"Right, right, sorry~"
Like Kagura, Yukino held an annual Disneyland pass but visited often, drawn to Mr. Panda-themed events. This Golden Week, the Ferris wheel's cabins were painted with unique Mr. Pandas. She'd arrived at 8:00, ridden once, and aimed to try every cabin for selfies, but long queues forced her to prioritize.
"Good morning, Sakurajima-senpai. Been a while."
Yukino, enduring discomfort, turned left, greeting Mai calmly.
"Morning, Yukino. Quite a coincidence."
Mai, still on Kagura's arm, smiled naturally.
"Oh, Yukino, don't misunderstand—"
"Misunderstand what?" Yukino cut him off, waving impatiently. "Explaining your relationship with Sakurajima-senpai? No need. There's likely a special reason."
After all, knowing you like someone, why would Senpai lower herself to be a spare tire for a Disneyland date—a place guys rarely care for? It's contradictory.
"Nothing gets past you, Yukino."
Worthy of the woman I admire.
Kagura praised, lightly patting her right shoulder.
The touch sent Yukino trembling, her shoulder sparking comic-like wavy lines, black bars, and white lightning. She rose on tiptoes, nearly collapsing.
As Kagura reached to steady her, she thrust out her palm, gritting, "Don't touch me! Please…"
One more touch, and I'll climax and squirt…
"Yukino, you okay?"
Mai, about to help, froze at her words, staring as Yukino steadied, heels grounding.
Still, Yukino covered her lips, nose flaring, breathing heavily, back twitching as if suppressing coughs. Her knees pressed tight, posture slouched, lower body trembling.
"Huff… huff…"
Yukino's gasps were sultry. If Kagura didn't know her pristine character—zero masturbation at seventeen—he'd suspect a vibrator. Puzzled but not suspicious, he didn't dwell. Before he could check on his future wife, Yukino glared, storming out of the queue. "All my teachings wasted? You're utterly deplorable!"
With that, she left, leaving Kagura baffled, exchanging looks with Mai.
Patting a familiar woman's shoulder from behind? That's baseless harassment!
"Uh… Hey, hey—!"
Kagura called after her. Yukino wobbled to a bench, clutching her chest, panting, flushed. Seeing him look, she glared, then vanished from sight, as if his gaze defiled her.
"So weird…"
Kagura searched for her silhouette but gave up, resuming the queue.
"Really odd. Is she always like that?"
Mai, frowning, retracted her gaze.
"Now that you mention it, yeah… Even brushing her fingertips makes her flinch and scold me."
Kagura shrugged, rolling his eyes.
"Maybe she has mild male-touch phobia? Just a guess—don't spread it."
"Got it. Sounds plausible, Mai."
As they spoke, the queue advanced, finally their turn.
The system chimed: Greetings, Lord Kagura. Bounty issued. Choose one or skip: A: Ride the Ferris wheel alone. B: Skip the Ferris wheel, find Yukino. C: Ride with Mai Sakurajima.
"I'll take C…"
A was nonsense, B would ditch Mai, and Yukino, oversensitive, likely didn't want to see him now.
Kagura let Mai board first, following.
He'd preferred the next cabin, but the queue dictated this one (Yukino's intended cabin). A female怨灵 lingered inside. Kagura snapped his fingers, banishing it, though a black mark remained on her seat, fading slowly. Mai couldn't see it.
Fading or not, Kagura felt uneasy.
The door closed, sealing him and Mai in a private world.
Mai sat beside him, to his left, as the Ferris wheel crept upward slowly.
The system announced: Thank you for completing the bounty. You've gained ability: [Spiritual Semen] and one triple-recovery potion.
"Spiritual Semen?"
Kagura sensed its potential.
It imbues your semen with enchantments, granting strong exorcism effects to those who ingest or contact it. Fresher and more yields better results; effects weaken over time or with less quantity.
"Oh… neat, but niche. Thought it'd be bigger."
Kagura thought of Miko—useless for him, but perfect for her. Trouble was, he couldn't just whip out his cock and say, "My semen wards off evil, suck it," to a friend. Abyss-level perversion.
But Spiritual Semen meant he could face ghosts, jerk off, and blast them with machine-gun semen, right? Any cute female ghosts to splatter?
Hell-level depravity.
Back in reality, the Ferris wheel lingered near the ground. A thirty-minute cycle gave him and Mai ample time.
The cabin was plastered with Mr. Panda decals, each cabin unique. Theirs featured Pandas fencing with bamboo swords—a "pain Ferris wheel," like a pain car, destined to give gout after a ride.