Thank me?
I had done something so excessive to my Creator, yet she actually wanted to thank me?
Could it be that my Creator was a masochist?
No, she was not.
A voice nearly identical to her Creator's rang out in Belfast's mind.
She knew that it was not her Creator, but the one who had previously controlled her Creator's body.
Nyarlathotep was inside Belfast's mind. She had built a world of her own within her consciousness: a cozy little house, with a tasteful old-fashioned television in front of her playing everything happening outside.
She had decided to stay temporarily within this little one's consciousness, to protect her little darling from being bullied too badly.
If she had not stepped in just now, her little darling would have been completely overpowered by her own creation!
She was clearly a maid, yet she had committed such an overstep against her master, her Creator...
Honestly, she did not dislike Belfast. She even admired her a little.
To her, rebellious people always produced fireworks unlike any other.
They might be dim and unimpressive, perhaps even duds, but they could also become beautiful, dazzling fireworks.
That was the only reason.
"You don't need to worry. I blurred Sakura's memories a little. Her memories of you now stop at your first time together. Also, I prepared a small surprise for you. I believe you'll like it."
With that, Belfast's mind fell completely silent.
That unknown existence seemed to have left.
But what exactly was the surprise she had mentioned?
Belfast cared deeply about it, because she had a rather bad feeling.
"Belfast, are you all right?"
Seeing the maid before her looking somewhat unnatural, Matou Sakura could not help growing anxious.
She pressed a hand against Belfast's slightly exposed shoulder and continuously poured the AllSpark's life energy into her body.
As a creation granted life by the AllSpark, its energy was the best medicine for Belfast.
"Creator, I'm fine!"
Belfast hurriedly said. If she continued accepting that power, she would not be able to endure it.
"Really?"
Matou Sakura still stopped sending energy, but looking at Belfast's flushed face, she did not look all right no matter how Sakura looked at her!
"Creator, I'm really fine..."
Belfast spoke with some difficulty. The abnormally abundant energy in her body was affecting her.
Put simply, she was too full. She could not take any more. If her Creator had not stopped just now...!
Oh no!
It felt like it was about to come out!
"Creator!"
"Huh?!"
At that moment, the maid's life seemed to have reached its end.
With clean sheets and a clean blanket, the maid now deeply understood the meaning of shame.
Her entire face was red as she covered it with the blanket, not knowing how to face her Creator.
Yet her Creator did not know how to face her maid, either.
She finally understood what Belfast had meant when she said she was fine.
Life energy really did have a stimulating effect on the body.
So it was not strange at all that the maid had reacted that way just now.
Yes, that was all.
"It's all right."
The silky, milk-smooth texture had captivated her.
For some reason, she suddenly found herself becoming enamored with that sort of thing.
Even in the Nasuverse, she had always been the passive one. Pernor and Aoko had always taken the initiative.
And now...
Had she been influenced by that person?
She could not figure it out herself, but she did not want to dwell on the question.
Looking at Belfast, who still had her head buried beneath the blanket, Matou Sakura smiled gently. Then she reached out and, with a little force, cupped that flushed face.
"Look at me."
There was a different kind of magic in her gentle voice. Belfast trembled as she met her Creator's gaze.
What a gentle gaze it was...
Those dark golden eyes, which should have been filled with majesty, held none at all now. There was only a tenderness capable of melting hearts.
Watched by such a gentle gaze, Belfast suddenly felt as though she had been redeemed.
Even if her Creator had seen her like that, it was no big deal. Her Creator still loved her. There was still a place for her in her heart!
As she thought that, Belfast's shy heart could not help changing.
(Data lost)
"You like this too, don't you, Belfast?"
She whispered into her maid's ear.
"Creator..."
It was like an unconscious murmur, yet the "assailing" girl stopped what she was doing.
A hint of dissatisfaction appeared in her previously gentle gaze.
"You should call me Sakura, Belfast."
Intense pain and pleasure tormented Belfast, making her let out a tempting whimper.
Her eyes were half-lidded, and her little mouth opened and closed with every breath.
A faint smile curled across her lips, carrying a maid's respect for her master.
"Yes... Sakura..."
Nyarlathotep fell silent. She felt that she might have made a wrong decision.
She seemed to have unleashed something terrifying: the "True Self" that the original Matou Sakura had sealed away in her heart! The Sakura of this moment!
The Played-With God
Matou Sakura—no, she was Sakura now.
Although she had continued using the Matou surname because there had been another Sakura before, she now realized that her former self had been an idiot, a brain-dead fool with an underdeveloped cerebellum.
She was no longer the Muyu she had once been. She did not need to worry about so much!
Nor did she need to play anyone else anymore. She was herself, and she could become whatever she wanted!
Just as some treasure of knowledge who probably had not surfaced yet would say, times had changed. She no longer needed to be bound by anything. She was herself: the Muyu of the past, the Sakura of today.
The self she wanted!
The air in the room was thick with ambiguity. Looking at the girl in her arms, Sakura's smile was gentle and beautiful.
As she stroked Belfast's lovely white hair, Sakura's smile was so tender, and those dark golden eyes were full of love for her.
"Belfast."
She softly called the maid in her arms by name, and Belfast gently rubbed against her palm like a cat. Those beautiful blue-violet eyes radiated her attachment to Sakura.
"Do you like it?"
The hand stroking her hair slowly moved down, gently holding her soft chest. Playfully pinching the still-upright crimson bud, she lightly rubbed it, watching the adorable maid in her arms reveal an enticing blush before her.
"I like it..."
The maid trembled as she voiced her feelings. Though enduring it was painful, she still showed her smile.
Their lips met in a kiss. The two had long since become familiar with each other.
Their soft tongues intertwined tightly, drawing out the sweetness in each other's mouths, along with that deep love.
Though it had not been long since they had finished, the second round quietly began.
Desire was intoxicating and corrupting, but Sakura knew clearly what she was doing.
She liked Belfast. Perhaps that affection was merely attachment to her wonderful body and her adorable maid-like qualities, but that was enough.
For her, that kind of affection was enough.
She gently lifted Belfast's delicate chin and looked into the color of infatuation in her eyes.
She leaned forward slightly and gently kissed her sweat-covered forehead.
"Time to get up." "Yes, Creator..."
Smack!
The struck, rounded backside rippled like waves, and the bright red handprint stood out starkly against the snow-white skin.
"You mean Sakura~"
She looked down at her maid and somewhat roughly lifted her chin.
The curve of her lips held a smile, but also revealed the chill in her heart.
"Remember it. I'll only say it once." "Yes... Sakura."
The maid's bashful face was mixed with traces of pain and pleasure. Her already soaked paradise once again released a trickling stream.
"That's more like it."
Sakura smiled softly, releasing the right hand that had lifted Belfast's chin and slowly trailing it down Belfast's cheek.
She brushed past the snow-white shoulder tinged with pink, glided over the proud peaks,
circled around that drenched paradise, and gently stroked the flushed skin.
"Does it still hurt?" "No."
Belfast's eyes were filled with love for Sakura. Pain?
That was merely Sakura's love for her.
"What an adorable maid."
Sakura smiled softly. This time, her smile was especially gentle.
It was as though all those previous gentle smiles had been an illusion.
"Time to get up."
She once again lifted Belfast's delicate chin and softly asked, "Do you have the confidence to help me get dressed?" The maid did not answer. Her slightly raised chest gave a silent response.
She, Belfast! A professional maid!
At this very moment, Nyarlathotep, who was inside Belfast's consciousness, had completely lost the mood to pay attention to the fragrant, alluring scenes outside.
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