I, Matou Sakura, Third of the Flame-Chasers! Chapter 35

No, Belfast was a Ship Girl—a brand-new, intelligent special mechanical creation she had made with the AllSpark!

Looking at her creator, the master who had granted her new life, Belfast, the perfect Maid, could not help but throw herself into Matou Sakura's arms in excitement, burying herself in that softness.

Lady Matou Sakura's scent...

She greedily drank in that captivating, familiar fragrance, yearning for warmth and care from Matou Sakura like a little girl.

Matou Sakura parted her cherry lips slightly, her eyes carrying a hint of resistance.

But in the end, she did not let that emotion control her. She reached out and embraced the child she had created.

As a Ship Girl created with the AllSpark, Belfast could completely be regarded as her child—her adorable, mature daughter.

It was just that the unsealed memories of the past made her somewhat resistant to such intimate gestures.

Yet she still endured it, giving the child in her arms the warmth and care of a mother.

Mother...

For some reason, she suddenly thought of Nyarlathotep, who had left back then—that guy...

Scenes that had once filled her with fear kept surfacing in her mind: slimy tentacles, horrifying forms, and the pleasure that had nearly made her body collapse... "Ah!"

A familiar sensation surged into her heart, and her powerful body became as fragile as that of an ordinary human at that moment.

Matou Sakura, who had originally been holding Belfast, instead collapsed into Belfast's arms.

"Lady Matou Sakura?!"

Sensing that something was wrong, Belfast hurriedly supported Matou Sakura's body.

Even through her clothes and gloves, she could feel the astonishing heat radiating from her creator's body.

What was going on?

Matou Sakura, lying in Belfast's arms, slowly raised her head. Her beautiful face was tinged with alluring crimson.

The moment their eyes met, Belfast could not help but freeze.

Her creator was truly beautiful...

Since gaining her new life, she had never seen her creator wear such an adorable, bashful expression.

After all, they had only met a few times—few enough to count on one hand.

But what exactly was wrong with her creator's body?

Though she was drawn to her creator's adorable appearance at that moment, Belfast, as a Maid, had not forgotten what was more important.

"I'm fine..." Matou Sakura leaned against Belfast's shoulder.

She was fine, truly fine.

It was just that the memory had made what happened back then feel as though she were reliving it, and that intense pleasure had appeared in her body once more. Though it was only a mental recollection, her body had still been affected.

Damn Nyarlathotep!

If that guy were standing before her right now, no matter what, she would give that bastard a good beating!

"Lady Matou Sakura, are you really all right?"

No matter how Belfast looked at it, her creator did not seem fine. "I'm fine."

Matou Sakura gritted her teeth. The pleasure was already beginning to fade.

Damn it, that memory had actually become a curse.

Was that bastard trying to make me accept that memory?!

Fuck you!

Matou Sakura forced herself up from Belfast's arms.

"This is better."

"But..."

Belfast looked at Matou Sakura's cherry-red face, her expression full of concern.

She was not an idiot. She could more or less tell what was going on in certain matters.

Her creator was clearly aroused right now.

But why?

Because of me?

Should I try it?

Looking at her exceptionally adorable creator, Belfast clenched her teeth!

I'll try it, then!

At worst, trying it will turn into dying!

Forty-nine, turning the tables on the offensive

An intimate atmosphere drifted through the air.

Belfast looked at her creator in her arms and smiled happily.

There was even a trace of smug satisfaction beneath that happiness.

After all, she was her creator's first. Even if later companions had come to be with her creator, she was still the first!

To Belfast, that was a particularly great honor.

Unlike the delighted Belfast, Matou Sakura was awake as well, but her heart carried a hint of guilt.

Because of those memories, even though she had done such things with Belfast, she had found it somewhat difficult to control her emotions midway through.

"Belfast, are you really all right...?"

Looking at the bruises on the girl before her, those pale purple marks looked especially out of place against her fair body.

As a Ship Girl—and one who had been reborn through the AllSpark's power—Belfast possessed formidable self-healing abilities. Back then, Matou Sakura had used a large amount of Vibranium and an exceptionally special memory alloy in Belfast's hull, granting Belfast a powerful body and extraordinary regenerative capabilities.

Yet the bruises on Belfast's body had still not faded.

Though she was a Ship Girl, Belfast in her human form was almost no different from an ordinary human.

"I'm fine, Creator."

Belfast no longer called her Matou Sakura. Instead, she used the original form of address.

Creator.

That had been Belfast's name for Matou Sakura when she first opened her eyes.

"Lady Matou Sakura" had only been a later change.

She tightly embraced the creator who was worried about her. The flames burning in Belfast's heart were incomparably fierce.

Creator was worried about me.

The bruises on her body did still hurt somewhat, but upon seeing her creator's concern, nowhere hurt anymore.

Sure enough, she loved her creator the most.

She tightly held Matou Sakura's body, greedily breathing in the entrancing scent from her beautiful hair.

"Belfast loves Creator the most."

Matou Sakura said nothing, merely lightly biting her still-rosy lips.

Belfast...

Meanwhile, beyond the universe, amid the starry sky.

Nyarlathotep, with silver hair and red eyes, sat amid the distant stars, silently watching everything unfolding within that Cave Heaven.

Seeing the Side Effect those memories had brought to her other half gradually weaken, the corners of her lips could not help but rise slightly.

Sure enough, I still can't let go of this little one.

Though part of it was because she now possessed human emotions, she had never intended to abandon this adorable little one from the start.

Now, now that she had human emotions, her feelings were even more ardent than before!

She would appear before that child again—but not yet!

Before then, she would let those children occupy their mother for a little while longer.

Her gaze shifted slightly, arriving at the writhing Black Mud beneath the island.

"A fantasy creation. Not a bad idea, but it's still lacking if it wants to reach that level."

Nyarlathotep smiled faintly, the curve of her lips carrying a trace of eeriness.

A small cut silently opened across her jade-white arm. A drop of blood emanating an aura of chaos and disorder pierced through layer upon layer of space and quietly fell into the writhing Black Mud.

The once-active Black Mud fell still, as though dead.

But soon afterward, a crimson hue quietly emerged across the Black Mud.

In the bedroom, Matou Sakura looked at the clothes before her in confusion, like a child who had done something wrong.

"Surely Creator wouldn't refuse such a tiny request, would she?"

For a Maid, such words were clearly overstepping her bounds.

But at that moment, the young Maid, fully immersed in the joy in her heart, had already thrown the so-called Maid's code to the back of her mind.

Right now, she only wanted to admire her creator's adorable appearance a little more.

"Of course I won't!"

Matou Sakura was like a competitive child then. Gritting her teeth, she picked up the clothes in her hands.

It was not as though she had never helped someone get dressed before, but this was somewhat different from the past.

The arm holding the clothes seemed to tremble faintly. Her fingers brushed against Belfast's skin, bringing a smooth, milk-like touch.

Matou Sakura's heart trembled slightly. Though the AllSpark had long since replaced her heart and had become something even more miraculous after fully merging with the Kryptonian Bloodline and the Light of Trigger, that trembling sensation still felt so real.

A few minutes later, Matou Sakura's flushed face resembled a boiled crab, while thin wisps of steam rose from her silver hair.

As Belfast watched her creator's increasingly adorable expression, a slightly unhealthy thrill quietly surfaced in her heart.

More... she wanted to see more of her creator's adorable expressions.

At that moment, her creator was like an adorable doll, freely toyed with by her.

Suddenly, the vacant look in Matou Sakura's eyes cleared, and a teasing expression surfaced in her dark golden pupils.

"Little one, you've gone a little too far~"

At that moment, the situation quietly reversed.

Fifty, Sakura

Gradually waking up, she opened her eyes and saw the familiar ceiling.

This was her bedroom. Though she had barely lived here since it was built, everything in it was frighteningly plain.

But for some reason... she suddenly felt relaxed—more relaxed than ever before.

Was it because of Belfast?

Thinking back on everything that had happened earlier, it had been an incomparably wonderful feeling.

The pleasure of completely letting herself go had suddenly become something she craved.

"Lady Matou Sakura..." Belfast slowly opened her eyes, her gaze filled with love for her creator.

But Matou Sakura did not notice that mixed within that love was a trace of fear that was not directed at her.

Beneath the covers, the countless bruises and rope-like welts on her body were gradually fading away.

"Thank you."

Matou Sakura spoke with a serious expression, and in return, Belfast gave her a puzzled look.