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Having stayed at the hotel for so many days, a certain Succubus girl had already mastered the fine art of 'creative accounting.'

To properly celebrate their joyful reunion, Maria ordered a lavish Ottoman feast from the hotel restaurant, enough food to comfortably feed seven people.

A carb-heavy extravaganza like this was certainly delicious—aside from possibly giving everyone diabetes later in life, it was flawless.

Of course, since none of those present were particularly concerned about developing diabetes someday, even that single flaw could be conveniently ignored.

Time swiftly passed, and soon lunch was behind them.

In the spacious hotel suite's living area, Sheila had already begun preparations for the promised 'contract ceremony.'

"Alright, now that everyone's enjoyed a hearty lunch, shall we get started?"

Standing confidently at the open space beside the coffee table, the Succubus woman—who somehow still looked more like Mio's sister than her mother—raised her staff. Purple waves of magical energy rose gently around her.

This was the unique magic of Succubus—the power of dreams.

Sheila smiled warmly at Bokue and Yuki, standing ready nearby.

"You two are all set, right? And also..."

She paused deliberately, shifting her gaze toward Kurumi, who was nervously hiding behind her older sister.

"Kurumi, dear, won't you be joining in as well?"

"Me?? Wh-what do I have to do with this??" the blue-haired ponytailed girl instantly flared up, blushing furiously.

"Isn't this supposed to be between my sister and Bokue?? Why am I even included here?" she demanded loudly at first, but soon her voice faltered to a timid whisper.

Seeing this, Yuki calmly turned around to face her sister directly, her expression as composed as always.

"But Kurumi... didn't you also have feelings for Bokue since we were children—?"

"I-I never said anything like that! Not at all!"

Kurumi blushed crimson, stubbornly interrupting her sister, frantically shaking her head.

"Who would ever fall for a guy like him?? Definitely not me!"

Such classic tsundere behavior.

Yuki blinked calmly, completely unfazed, before delivering the final blow in her usual deadpan manner:

"But I distinctly remember asking you back then if you'd let Bokue touch your butt, and you very clearly said 'yes'."

"Wh-wha...?? How many years ago was that, Yuki?? That hardly counts!"

Having her embarrassing childhood confession ruthlessly exposed, Kurumi's face turned scarlet, looking like she'd combust from sheer embarrassment at any second.

"Besides..."

"Besides?" Yuki prompted gently.

"Besides, even if I was okay with it..." Kurumi glanced sideways bitterly at Bokue, who was watching from the sidelines with a look of amused detachment.

"I'm pretty sure certain people wouldn't even bother to touch me anyway!"

Wait.

No way...

Knowing her younger sister very well, Yuki quickly understood the hidden meaning behind Kurumi's reluctant mutter. Her sister usually acted as a proud tsundere, rarely ever blurting out something like this impulsively.

If Kurumi specifically said something along the lines of "someone wouldn't bother touching me," it undoubtedly meant that Bokue must have said something similar to her in the past. She had obviously kept that comment tucked away in her heart for all these years.

But perhaps it was a good thing. After all, some feelings weren't meant to be forgotten quickly.

Since she'd remembered this clearly for so long, it obviously still mattered deeply to her.

And that meant...

Without hesitation, Yuki turned confidently to Bokue, raising her small fist in determination.

"Bokue, you heard her. It's time for you to show Kurumi exactly how wrong she is—with your actions."

"E-eh??"

Kurumi never expected her sister to make such an outrageous suggestion, leaving her utterly dumbfounded.

She obviously hadn't grasped the idea that real life didn't pause when you were speechless—unlike certain anime battles, where a character could claim they could only stop time for five seconds yet somehow manage to squeeze in a twenty-minute monologue.

So while Kurumi stood there frozen in shock, Bokue had already moved in front of her.

"W-wait a minute! Bokue, what are you—??"

Kurumi hastily raised her arms protectively, instinctively retreating half a step, eyes wide in panic. Only now did she realize that the annoying boy who used to tease her constantly had grown taller and stronger than her. Ten years ago, she clearly remembered being roughly the same height—or maybe slightly taller—due to girls usually growing faster.

Now, compared to Bokue, she truly felt like a small and vulnerable little sister.

"Hmm~" Bokue deliberately dragged out his voice, a playful grin returning to his face after a long absence.

"Well, well, Kurumi. You sure have grown feisty. I distinctly remember a tiny girl dragging her feet, following me around all day while sniffling and calling me 'Big Brother Bokue~'."

"I-I never sniffled! That was definitely you!"

Kurumi loudly protested. Yet a second later, her words abruptly trailed off as Bokue suddenly leaned forward, swiftly scooping her up by her thighs and lifting her easily into his arms.

"Ah!" She squeaked in surprise, completely caught off guard by the unexpected maneuver. Losing her balance slightly, she instinctively wrapped her slender arms around Bokue's neck to steady herself.

From the outside, it looked as if Bokue had merely bent down to carry Kurumi, and she'd willingly thrown her arms around him—smooth and perfectly natural.

His familiar warmth and reassuring scent immediately calmed her previously frantic heart. Blushing fiercely, Kurumi obediently rested her cheek softly against his shoulder, breathing softly and timidly—like a kitten who had just been reprimanded.

Holding Kurumi securely, Bokue calmly walked to the center of the living room, stepping next to Yuki, who was already patiently waiting.

"You're both ready now, right? Perfect—then let's begin~!"

Sheila smiled approvingly, raising her staff higher and chanting. Beneath the trio's feet, the magic circle of the contract gradually took shape.

As with previous rituals, when the purple glow faded, heart-shaped magical collars appeared on both Nonaka sisters' necks simultaneously.

"Ahh—!" Kurumi immediately gasped softly, shuddering slightly at the sensation of the contract settling onto her body. Her flushed face grew hotter, leaning her warm cheek even closer against Bokue's broad shoulder.

Next to her, Yuki similarly pressed herself tightly against Bokue, grabbing his sleeve possessively, her usually calm eyes now misted with emotion.

"Bokue..."

"I understand." Without needing further words, Bokue gently nodded, exchanging a knowing glance with Sheila before effortlessly scooping Yuki up with his other arm as well.

Without delay, he strode steadily toward the bathroom.

Moments later, muffled sounds began escaping the bathroom, starting with the defiant cries of a certain stubborn ponytailed tsundere girl:

"D-don't do anything weird...! I swear I'll kill you if you dare—!"

Yet as the minutes slowly passed, those fierce warnings gradually faded away, replaced by increasingly soft and tender whispers:

"Big Brother Bokue... Big Brother Bokue..."

Like a melody that had long lost its original rhythm, repeating itself softly over and over again, lost within blissful oblivion.

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