Golden Week, Day 3, 1:17 AM
Chiba Prefecture, Spencer Family Estate, Multipurpose Lounge
The Spencer mansion resembled a square "回" character, though not hollowed out. Its four corners housed gabled attics, with a grand terrace at the center, split informally into front and back. From the rear, one could overlook the nearby pool; from the front, the view stretched to the flowerbeds, sprawling lawn, courtyard, and, further, the seawall and ocean.
The lounge, on the second floor near the pool, faced Kagura's music room (adjacent to Eriri's art studio). Unlike the uninsulated music and art rooms, the lounge boasted the estate's best soundproofing.
Fireworks inside would barely register outside.
Warm amber lighting bathed the room in a subtly romantic glow. With thick, triple-layered blackout and soundproof curtains drawn, the lounge became Kagura's private sanctum.
"Click~" Kagura double-locked the main and fire doors, ensuring even maids with master keys couldn't enter.
Near the music room wall stood two billiard tables and two ping-pong tables, separated by a wide walkway. Opposite were two soundproofed glass suites: the left, a gaming room for TVs and galge; the right, a home theater where Qiong had once planned to use a projector.
"Hey—yo!"
With a flick of his right hand, Kagura sent the golden chains, binding Renka, to hurl her onto the theater's silver-gray viewing sofa.
"Snap—Snap"
He flipped the wall switch, illuminating Renka fully.
Ink-black hair, blood-red eyes, and porcelain-white skin paired with an elegant, ornate kimono—dazzling, yet the chains' placement raised questions of intent. They cradled her sensitive areas, one embedded deeply under her kimono's hem, as if coaxing sweet nectar from her tender flesh.
Renka curled tightly, ankles pressed against her hips, hands bound behind, nearly touching her feet.
"Snap!" Kagura snapped his fingers, releasing the chain gagging Inner Renka's mouth like a bit.
"You bastard…! How dare you—! To treat me—!"
"Snap~"
Another snap, and the chain resealed her mouth, glistening saliva dripping from her lips. She bit and thrashed, but the chains held firm.
"Tch…"
Kagura smirked, his anger mostly dissipated. Inner Renka's yowling, like a beaten cur, left him unmoved, even faintly amused.
He sat beside her head on the spacious sofa, which accommodated her prone form comfortably.
Kagura lifted a strand of Inner Renka's silken, flowing black-gold hair, sniffing it under her hateful glare—her name, "Renka," evoked purity, but her scent was sultry, provocative, intoxicating.
During their urgent embrace earlier, he hadn't noticed; now, with leisure, he savored it.
"Tch…!"
Inner Renka scoffed, her delicate nose huffing, twisting her head to yank her hair from his grasp.
"Hey, hey, let's be clear: you're my captive. No right to refuse!" Kagura pressed her face down into the sofa, rubbing it back and forth. "Cooperate, crawl back where you came from, or I can't guarantee what happens next~"
Kagura wasn't a sadist; he preferred diplomacy before force.
"Huff—Huff…"
After several presses, Inner Renka gasped through her nose. Kagura hadn't expected a spirit to need breath—perhaps a unique trait. She wasn't a mere puppet; she had attire, flesh, warmth (hotter than his, yet not feverish).
"Go back, and I'll free you. Deal?"
Kagura propped a leg up, kneading her soft cheeks, negotiating. Inner Renka shut her eyes, breathing steadily, like a monk in meditation. "Stubborn, huh… Wait."
Kagura eyed the golden chains, thinking: If only they could vanish from my hand.
Instantly, the chains' form disappeared, though their effect persisted, binding Renka. His hand felt unburdened.
If he needed to tug, they'd reappear.
Like Ikaros' chains in Heaven's Lost Property.
Inspecting his right wrist, he noticed a faint golden "∞" tattoo of two chain links—his chains now hid there, emerging when needed.
"Can I turn her chains into rope? Chains are cool but… odd."
Kagura mused, stroking his chin.
The chains on Renka shivered "clank-clank," twisting into ordinary yellow hemp rope, as thick as his middle finger. The rope hugged her flesh tighter, creasing her clothes subtly.
Kagura brushed her lip, and the rope gagging her dissolved into scattering sand-like light. Pinching her cheek with thumb and forefinger, he asked impassively, "Last chance. Go back?"
"Hiss—! Hiss-hiss…!!"
Like a wild beast, Inner Renka snapped her jaws, shaking her head to bite his hand, showing no intent to talk. Kagura's disappointment grew.
Her knee-length hair whipped wildly—a peerless beauty turned harpy by this cursed evil. Frustrated, he yanked his hand back, letting her chomp air.
"Crunch!!"
Her teeth clashed so fiercely Kagura's face darkened. Done with this witless Inner Renka, as she opened to spew venom, he raised his right hand's first three fingers, curling the others, pressing his palm to his lips, chanting the Nine-Word Mantra softly.
Blue-white arcs exploded from the ropes, blinding Kagura momentarily. Deafening "crackle-pop" filled the air, her cascading hair fanning out, then collapsing under the shocks, her shrieks piercing as she writhed.
Her "free" hands clawed like talons, then curled like boiled claws, fingers splaying, grasping, closing, repeating. Her legs quaked, toes curling, spreading wide in her tabi, clutching the white socks futilely.
Bound, Inner Renka had no defense against the electric torment, only screaming and twisting on the sofa. Her crimson eyes bled tears, her mouth, biting briefly, gaped in wails. Her canines elongated into four vampiric fangs, as if to lunge and tear Kagura apart.
But she could only shudder on the sofa, enduring the electric punishment.
"Waaaahhh—!!"
Her cries grew shrill, breaking into a hoarse "hiss," her mouth unable to close as currents coursed through her, mercilessly searing even her most delicate feminine parts.
"That intense?"
Kagura, using it for the first time, hadn't anticipated this. The display widened his eyes, a revelation.
He didn't stop the "electrotherapy," noting the arcs sparked on him harmlessly—either ineffective on humans or just him.
Grabbing her hair with his left hand, he yanked her half-upright, roaring, "Go back home!! Hear me? Go back—!" Inner Renka, enduring pain, twisted to snap at air again.
"Bastard!!"
Done with niceties, Kagura propped her upright, slamming his right fist into her abdomen.
It felt like punching gel.
"Urgh—!!"
Her torso lurched, hair flying, face contorted in pain, drenched in cold sweat, trembling, gasping greedily, yet glaring with hateful crimson eyes.
"Huff… Huff…"
His rage cooled with the punch, the shocks subsiding as if sensing his intent. Her eyes stayed red, but a stream wet her kimono's hem, soaking her hands and feet near her hips.
"Rather piss yourself than let the real Renka out? Stubborn."
Kagura pressed her head, yanking her hair, slamming her back onto the sofa.
"I'm usually gentle. Why won't you cooperate?" Muttering, he snapped his fingers.
The ropes shifted, binding her legs apart, feet pressed to the sofa, hands behind. Her kimono hem sagged between her thighs, the rope once cutting her slit now elsewhere, but a new one gagged her biting mouth.
"Since you won't let my Renka return, I'll make you suffer."
He clenched his right fist, and under her hateful gaze, aimed at her tender slit, striking hard.
Her face crumpled, blood trickling from her lips, clear urine gushing "jojojojo…" onto her kimono, dripping from its edge, staining her tabi and the sofa.
As Kagura readied another pose to continue, her eyes reopened—emerald green.
Even the evil couldn't withstand that blow.
"Renka…?"
Guiltily, Kagura called her name, hastily freeing her lips' rope.
"It's fine…" Renka swallowed blood painfully. "Kagura… You… You succeeded, didn't you? Went back… Undid the sins I was forced to commit."
"Huh?" Kagura unbound her, letting her lie comfortably, kneeling beside her, clutching her stiff, cold hand. "You know I went back?"
"Yes… I felt it…" Renka turned away, hiding her marred face, raising an arm to shield it, whispering, "Time's tangled… I understand, but it didn't. It panicked, seized me early, but… you outwitted it."
"Phew—"
Kagura exhaled, marveling silently: That was tough.
He guessed Renka sensed time's chaos and retained "future" memories because she fed on his lust, making her partly him.
"No need to feel guilty, my lord… No, shall I call you 'my lord'? How would you have me address you?"
"Worrying about titles now? Anything's fine," Kagura said, eyeing her electrocuted, ravaged face, gripping her hand remorsefully. "You're so hurt, all by me. How do I heal you?"
"Hm…" Renka brushed aside a strand, glancing at him slyly. "My lord, you know full well~ Are you savoring making me say it?"
"What…?"
Kagura cried innocence—he genuinely didn't know.
Their time together was brief, but for healing… Did he need to urinate on her face again?
Then, her face visibly mended, like time rewinding, the worst injuries gone, half the finer damage remaining.
"See, my lord's playing coy, wanting me to spell it out, hmph~ Such a young man~"
Despite her wrecked face, Renka didn't wince, her tone growing playful, as if it were all a jest.
But Kagura knew it wasn't—he'd punched her, shocked her repeatedly, made her incontinent.
"Could it be…?" Pointing to his nose, half-laughing, he asked, "My lust fuels your recovery?"
"No need to feign 'just realized,'" Renka teased. "Last time, you eyed me so, dousing this maiden's face and mouth with your filthy urine. Tsk, men…"
Her sighs recalled that "recent" scene, his cock stirring, her injuries fading further, nearly restored save for faint bruises and subcutaneous bleeding.
Kagura sat near her head. She nestled onto his thigh, adjusting her kimono's disheveled hem, coughing lightly with a half-clenched fist at her lips. "My lord, are you guilty?"
"Yeah… I beat you pretty bad."
"No choice. Without that, I'd be controlled longer, my power eroded further… I'd need ages to rebirth, draining your lust, yet never truly free from corruption… All cycles."
Renka reached for his face, lips pursed, smiling saint-like. "Rather, I welcome such acts often. Your punch expelled some evil. Daily, a dozen or so as prevention would curb its chaos…"
"Daily… A dozen??"
Kagura gawked at his aching right fist.
That punch could half-kill a man, prolapse a woman's womb. Most would flee; Renka begged for it—dozens.
"My lord, you don't want me controlled, causing unspeakable tragedies, do you?"
Her hand, sleeve adorned with wisteria and cherry blossoms, grazed his face, her arm smooth, evoking ice cream.
"True… I don't…"
"Then spare me no mercy… Use violence freely. It's the best way to suppress the evil… 'Punching' was just an example—choking, slapping, hair-pulling, whipping, I'll take it all to weaken it. But weakening only suppresses; it's ineradicable. So… do it daily."
"Well…"
"Please—" Tears traced her cheeks, her gaze ardent, hands caressing his face. "Losing control is awful… I'm not myself. As my master, you can't shirk controlling me, can you…?"
"True, true."
Kagura reflected: using the "Kaleidoscope" to bind Renka as his pet meant he had to manage her, like treating a cat's ailments. A beauty controlled by evil—how could he not act?
"In return…"
Renka's eyes narrowed, exuding a seductive allure.
"In return…?"
"Keeping a cute maiden like me as a pet…" Her hand teased his Adam's apple, stroking his neck. "For a man like you, isn't that a delightful pleasure?"
"You little imp."
Kagura pinched her cheek.
He did enjoy it.
"Speaking of, Renka…"
He withdrew his hand, not lingering.
"Yes?"
"You weren't my pet originally. I forcibly bound you to me."
Kagura felt he should confess, system details omitted.
"A man skilled in the Nine-Word Mantra meets an irresistibly cute, long-haired beauty and wants to collar and chain her—not incomprehensible… Indeed."
Renka nodded, slightly smug, eyes closed.
"No… I mean, I twisted your will."
"But you saved me, gave me hope… Otherwise, I'd be fully consumed, mindless."
"Still… You don't mind?"
Kagura thought if a girl used some ability to make him love her, he'd be livid upon learning the truth—like Ron Weasley with Lavender Brown's love potion.
"Oh my…" Renka peeked, finger at her lip, chuckling seductively. "My lord's secretly thrilled to have snared a cute pet like me~ Asking me this—what's the point?"
"Ahem, it matters, of course!"
"Then—" She grasped his hand, pressing it to her soft cheek, smiling serenely, eyes closed. "Does my lord mind my presence?"
"Not at all. A beauty like you? I'm thrilled."
"My, my lord's candid now…" Renka blushed, briefly at a loss, then soothed his hand. "If my lord doesn't see me as a burden, I'll stay forever. I need your lust to recharge quickly. Too far, I recover slowly… and risk corruption. Dangerous."
—Strange, punching felt like hitting gel, but her skin feels human, and she wets from shocks. Does that mean…?
"I sense it~" Renka pinched his earlobe, blushing, massaging. "My lord's thinking lewd things, starring me."
"You feel that?"
Kagura squirmed, embarrassed—his desires laid bare, called out.
"Of course," she puffed her small chest confidently, winking playfully. "I'm close to you, living off your lewd desires. I sensed your time travel—catching this is basic, no?"
"Ahem…" Kagura guided her hand from his ear, holding it midair, picturing licking her slit, asking, "What am I thinking now?"
"You're thinking naughty things about me."
"Specifics?"
"Sorry, I only sense the target and rough area. What exactly? No clue… But it's definitely my lower half. Look, touch, lick, stuff something in—men, all the same, right?"
"Eesh…"
Kagura banished the thought, locking eyes with her.
Renka's face and frame were so youthful, barely older than Rumi Tsurumi, her long hair lending fragility. Imagining lewd acts with her stirred deep guilt.
"By the way… My lord looks seventeen or eighteen, but your real age is more, isn't it…?"
"You sense that too?"
"Just saying," she placed a hand on her flat chest, smiling, eyes closed. "I look young and delicate, but my age would shock you."
"Oh…?"
Kagura's mind flashed to Yakumo Yukari or Eirin Yagokoro…
"Want a guessing game, my lord? A rare chance."
"Hm…" Watching her toy with her fingers like knotting a web, he tilted his head. "How?"
"Three guesses for my age. Guess right, I 'meow~' for you. Wrong, you grant me one wish."
"No way, unfair~" Kagura shook his head like a rattle, sticking out his tongue. "I'm clearly at a disadvantage!"
"Is my lord worried I'll ask for freedom?"
Her fingers fanned before her lips, her gaze piercing.
Indeed, Kagura feared that. No man could resist a pet beauty like Renka, especially a mystical spirit. Who'd let such a treasure go?
"Relax… I feel our bond transcends souls. Even through ten thousand reincarnations, we'd meet. I couldn't escape if I tried."
"Alright then…"
Kagura relaxed—system-bound souls made her perception plausible.
"So, my lord agrees?"
"Why do I still feel shortchanged?"
"Ugh, I won't ask anything outrageous. My lord, a big man, so stingy, hmph~ Have confidence—maybe you'll guess my age first try?"
"Exact age is too hard," Kagura hissed, sitting straight, arms crossed. "Digits, okay? Three tries."
"Fine, digits," Renka extended her pinky, lips pursed solemnly. Kagura hooked it, sealing, "Deal, no takebacks."
"Mm-hm~"
Renka giggled, winking repeatedly.
Her winks unnerved him—could her age crash a cosmic library like Nyarlathotep or Cthulhu's?
An ancient crone acting maidenly? A millennial loli?
Why did that feel… arousing?
"What's wrong? Thinking of my age sparks lewd thoughts? Truly a lust-driven high school boy."
"…" Choked, Kagura bit his lip, pointing a finger. "Three digits?"
"Sorry, wrong~"
"You better not lie if I guess right."
"I wouldn't fib over a game, hmph~"
"Fair…" Kagura breathed deeply, asking, "Four digits?"
"Older than human history? I'm not that ancient…" She poked his ribs, hitting the mark. "Or does my lord have a fetish for super-old but youthful beauties?"
"I don't, I didn't, stop slandering~"
"You can lie about other things, but not lewd ones. Useless~"
"…Skip this! I guess… two digits!"
Since she claimed to "shock" him, her age shouldn't be ordinary.
"Wrong~" Crossing her index fingers before her lips, she smirked. "Mercifully, I'll tell you. By human math, I'm six. One digit~"
"…?"
Kagura's brain buzzed, nearly fainting from shock.
Six? Six? Lusting over a six-year-old? Beyond "criminal"—it's sinful!
She'd won; he was thoroughly shocked, conceding defeat.
"Calm…" Renka patted his knee, chiding. "Facing a six-year-old with such beauty, shouldn't a high school boy like you be ecstatic?"
"I…"
Kagura questioned her logic.
Was her lust-fueled energy warping her thoughts to match?
"I formed from people's fond wishes over a long time, but only six years since my birth. Strictly, my age can't be calculated."
"I see… So my two-digit guess—?"
"'Long time,' but under a century—thirty years, max."
"Got it. I lost fair and square." Kagura slumped, rolling his eyes, propping his chin. "Your wish?"
"Hm…" Renka hesitated, sitting up, tidying her hair and kimono, then knelt before him, bowing with three fingers. "I've nowhere to go, and leaving you is dangerous. May I beg a small abode, my lord? Your shadow will do."
"Your shadow? You can live there?"
Kagura stood, inspecting his shadow.
He recalled Evangelion's Night Angel, its three-nanometer shadow housing a vast Dirac Sea-like space.
Could his shadow hold such expanse? Like Kurumi Tokisaki's shadow realm? Or Shinobu Oshino, dwelling in Araragi's shadow?
"Exactly… I stayed in Rumi's shadow… but it burdened her. With your nine-tailed fox and mantra, it's no issue."
Mentioning "burden," Renka showed guilt. Kagura thought: She's truly kind.
"That dumb fox…"
Kagura usually suppressed the fox, forgetting it. How had Inner Renka pushed him? The fox, complacent from weak foes, got duped by evil. A nine-tailed fox, fooled—pathetic.
The fox whined, aggrieved.
—I'm sorry, I'll stay vigilant!
Without the golden apple, that push would've killed him.
It justified his ruthlessness with Inner Renka—his killer, now his captive. Vengeance demanded no mercy.
He could saw her limbs and soak her in brine, but gore wasn't his style. Elegance, bloodless.
"Renka… Alright?"
"Of course," Kagura pointed to his shadow, opening his arms warmly. "Welcome home."
"Thank you… To show my gratitude…"
Kagura knelt, hands on her neck, where a narrow black leather collar appeared, pinky-width, with a lock. She guided his fingertips to it.
"Click!" His right palm sprouted a slim, translucent golden chain, its end locking to her collar, like a leash for a good dog.
"Now… my lord won't fear me fleeing?" Renka toyed with the chain, teasing.
"Ugh… You see right through me."
Kagura shook his hand; the chain vanished into his wrist tattoo, but hers twisted into a golden bell.
"Collaring a beauty, chaining her, walking her like a pup—men's dreams, no?" Renka jingled the bell, rolling her eyes playfully.
"Yeah, yeah, so you—"
Before he finished, Renka slumped onto the sofa. Kagura caught her, as she rubbed her temples, dazed. "Sorry, my lord… The evil's eroded over seventy percent of me, leaving me useless. I can barely move, stay awake… Showing such disgrace, I don't want this."
"I see. Rest, then."
Kagura patted her shoulder soothingly.
"Then, I'll take my leave…"
Renka placed a hand on his shoulder. Before he could speak, her legs sank into his shadow, like a dark marsh, up to her waist.
"Good night, my lord."
She clasped her hands at her red waist-cord, ringing the familiar bell, bowing.
"You too."
Kagura nodded casually.
Renka smiled, gazing at him until she fully submerged.
Once gone, Kagura poked his shadow with his toe, feeling only solid ground, marveling, "If tech let everyone live in their shadows, real estate tycoons would go bust, huh?"
He recalled Shinobu Oshino's lavish shadow-villa in Araragi's shadow.
Ending his musings, Kagura cast a cleaning spell on the room, switched off the lights, and left.