The phone screen went dark again, extinguishing the only light source, and the room fell into darkness once more.
In an environment where she couldn't see her fingers in front of her, Nijika patted her cheeks, trying hard to cool down her burning face.
But the effect was minimal.
The moment she thought about the things that might happen later, her heart began to pound like a deer bouncing around.
Most schools in Japan have dedicated health education classes starting from elementary school.
Because of this, even a pure and flawless girl isn't unfamiliar with theoretical knowledge in that area.
Not to mention, under the corruption of a certain classmate named Scummy Ryou, who refuses to reveal her name, Nijika had also come into contact with part of an unspeakable youth energisation material.
Many of the contents inside, even just a fleeting glance, were enough to make her blush and her heart race.
Just thinking that the scenes and positions she had once seen might happen to herself…
'No, no way! I can't think about it anymore!'
'It's all just to protect Kita's purity! A helpless measure, that's all!'
Nijika shook her little head like a rattle-drum, trying to get rid of all those shameful fantasies, then opened her suitcase and began picking out the underwear she would wear later.
Most of her clothes were bought together with her sister. Since the sisters had similar figures, their bra sizes were basically carved from the same mold, so even if they swapped, it didn't matter.
The styles were all very simple, either pure white or pink, with cute little bear patterns, looking very childish.
After hesitating for a while, Nijika chose the safer white one. At least it didn't look that childish.
After finishing everything, she took a deep breath and opened the door, but didn't rush out.
Like a thief, she peeked left and right in the hallway, and then quietly listened to the sounds from the next room. After making sure no one was around, she nervously approached the door diagonally across and gently knocked.
"Kaito-san… may I come in?"
After just a few seconds, the tightly shut door opened.
"Sorry for bothering you so late."
Kaito stepped aside, "But after thinking it over, Nijika-san is still the most suitable person."
'The most, most suitable person?'
'So in Kaito-san's heart, I… I'm this important?'
Nijika shyly twirled the side ponytail near her ear and walked into the room.
"A-Anyway… you called me over because…", Her voice stopped abruptly as her wine-red eyes accidentally met the gaze of a green-haired girl on the sofa, who wore only a white shirt and was sitting in a duck-style position.
The girl tilted her head, looking at her curiously.
Nijika: "?"
She thought she was seeing things.
Otherwise, why would she see a strange girl in Kaito-san's room?!
But that wasn't the end of it.
The newly born Kumiko was very clingy. Seeing Kaito return, she instantly showed a bright smile and opened her small arms, "Daddy! Hug!"
'W-Wait a second.'
'What did she say?'
'Daddy?'
That word was like a thunderbolt, completely stunning Nijika.
She couldn't imagine, 'Since when did Kaito-san have such a grown-up daughter?'
'More importantly… who's the mother?'
"I told you, don't call me Daddy…", Kaito sighed, not bothering to argue. He turned to look at Nijika, who was still in shock.
"Let me introduce, this is Kumiko… Hmm, her surname is also temporarily mine, so just call her Kumiko," He briefly explained the situation, finally saving the shattered worldview of the almost-broken angel.
"So, Kumiko is actually the sword spirit born from Murakumomaru?"
"That's right."
'I see,' Nijika patted her not-so-bouncy chest, finally breathing a sigh of relief.
Just based on appearance, Kumiko looked at least like a high school student. If she really were Kaito's biological daughter, that would be beyond perverted. Even doujins wouldn't dare draw that. [T/N: I wouldn't be so sure]
"But why is she calling you Daddy?"
"Maybe because I was the first person she saw when she opened her eyes."
Kaito shrugged, "I tried correcting her, telling her to call me master, but it didn't really work. It'll take time."
"Having a girl that looks the same age calling you 'master'… that's not normal either!", Nijika glared at him, then noticed little Kumiko curiously watching them and couldn't resist reaching out to touch her soft-looking green hair.
"Kumiko-chan, right?"
Kumiko's eye color was the same as Nijika's, wine red, but filled with clear stupidity.
She seemed to be thinking of something, then happily shouted, "Mommy!"
"Ehh?"
Nijika quickly glanced at Kaito beside her and frantically denied, "I-I'm not your Mommy! You've got the wrong person!"
But little Kumiko didn't care and seemed pretty stubborn.
"Mommy!"
"D-Don't call me that!"
"Mommy!"
"I told you, I'm not…"
"Mommy!"
"Ugh…"
Back and forth like that, the girl couldn't beat Kumiko's persistence.
She had no choice but to half-reluctantly accept the title.
She hadn't even been in love before, and now she suddenly had a daughter about the same age as her.
'And that daughter is with… Kaito-kun, our child.'
Nijika, shy and flustered, had a thousand thoughts in her heart, but in the end, they all turned into one sentence, "Kumiko-chan, you've really made things hard for me."
But having always taken care of her sister and Ryou, it didn't feel much different from raising two daughters.
Nijika quickly got her emotions under control and decided to help Kumiko get dressed.
Just wearing underwear wasn't enough. She was a girl, after all. Wearing a boy's white shirt just didn't seem right.
She returned to her room to get some of her clothes and helped Kumiko change.
Kumiko was very obedient, staying in the duck-sit position and letting Nijika dress her.
As for Kaito, he had already consciously turned around, giving space for this "mother-daughter" duo.
———
A moment later.
"All done!", Nijika clapped her hands, satisfied with her work.
A white, blazer-style uniform for girls, paired with a black pleated skirt, white puffy socks, and a pair of brown leather shoes.
A very student-like outfit, yet youthful and beautiful. It made Nijika want to take a picture as a keepsake.
"It really suits her," Kaito stroked his chin and gave his approval.
"Hehe~", Nijika bashfully fiddled with her fingertips, "It's just that Kumiko-chan is too cute. Even in a potato sack, she'd still look pretty."
She paused, then proactively said, "As for tonight… why don't Kumiko-chan sleep with me?"
"Kumiko is a spirit; she can actually sleep inside Murakumomaru."
"How could that be okay?", Nijika shook her head like a rattle-drum, "A cold spirit body definitely isn't as comfortable as a proper bed."
"And besides, I want to chat with her too."
It really felt like Nijika had stepped into the role of a mother.
Kaito nodded, not objecting.
"As long as you don't mind her disturbing your rest, I've got no problem."
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