Senjūmu Aye's Jealousy

Yuuma Sengakuji covered her hair, her eyes brimming with tears as she pleaded with Mahiro.

Recalling Aye's appearance just now, with anger mixed with sadness and tears welling up in her eyes, Mahiro couldn't help but sigh softly.

If he still doesn't understand now, then he has truly lived in vain.

I never expected there would be a mother who's jealous of her daughter.

"Nagisa Aiba, Asagi, you two please look after Yuuma Sengakuji for a bit. I'm going out for a bit."

"Okay, don't worry about it, leave it to me. Mahiro -nii, you absolutely have to teach that woman who bullied Yuuma Sengakuji a lesson!"

Nagisa Akatsuki, not one to shy away from making things worse, cheered him on.

"Although I don't understand what happened, that woman didn't seem to have any intention of harming Yuuma Sengakuji." Asagi Aiba, who witnessed everything, explained briefly.

Mahiro didn't say anything, just nodded, and walked towards the stairwell.

But before he had gone far, he noticed two little tails following him.

Seeing him suddenly stop, Est, one of the two little tails, calmly spoke:

"Do you need my help?"

Avrora Florestina chimed in:

"I... I can help too!... I will never forgive someone who bullies my best friend!"

The blonde, blue-eyed, delicate little girl tilted her head back and met his gaze with blinking eyes. This was the first time Avrora Florestina had the courage to look him directly in the eye.

Seeing the two little ones who wanted to help, Mahiro smiled helplessly and said softly:

"It's okay, I can manage on my own. You two can go back to class first."

He patted the two little ones on the head and persuaded them to go back, while he, under Avrora Florestina's watchful gaze, finally disappeared into the stairwell.

Because of the bracelet's location tracking, Mahiro where Aye was hiding.

School library.

As the librarian, this was the place where Aye most often appeared whenever he came to the school, immersing himself in the library to while away the time.

When Mahiro arrived at the library, he indeed found Aya Sengakuji deep inside.

But at this moment, she was no longer angry as before. As if nothing had happened, she sat upright on the edge of the window, flipping through a book. Her slender fingers gently turned the ancient pages. The bright midday sun shone on her, and her long eyelashes cast a small shadow.

Against the backdrop of cherry blossoms swaying in the sea breeze outside the window, Aye at this moment is as beautiful as an exquisite painting.

Mahiro captured this moment with his eyes, then slowly walked forward, wanting to get closer.

"Why did you come here? I hurt Yuuma Sengakuji, shouldn't you be comforting your precious daughter now?"

Her cherry lips parted slightly, Aye's calm expression remained unchanged, but anyone could hear the anger hidden in her tone.

Are you jealous?

Who am I to you? And what right do I have to be jealous?

Upon hearing this, Mahiro smiled slightly and asked, "What do you want to be to me?"

"I don't know, and I don't understand!"

Aye's demeanor suddenly changed; she slammed the book she was holding shut and placed it on the balcony.

If we were to use the ocean as a metaphor, what we just experienced was the tranquility of low tide, while what we are experiencing now is the raging torrent of a storm!

"I truly don't understand what Yuuma Sengakuji means to you?!"

"Of course, it's my daughter."

"Just a daughter? I don't believe it!"

Of course she didn't believe it.

Since escaping from prison, she has witnessed Yuuma Sengakuji's dependence on Mahiro and Mahiro's excessive Mahiro of Yuuma Sengakuji.

"Yotsuba Mahiro, I want to tell you that there can only be one Aya Sengakuji in this world, Yuuma Sengakuji is just a copy of me! Why do you pay so much attention to her? Why are you so good to her?"

Don't try to fob me off with words like "daughter." Though I am a witch, I am still a woman!

Aye was extremely agitated, or rather, she had never been this agitated, not even when she was imprisoned in the Prison Barrier by Natsuki Minamiya.

The interaction between Mahiro and Yuuma Sengakuji at the dinner table this morning was just a trigger, igniting the dissatisfaction she had been suppressing.

But Mahiro saw something else deep in her eyes.

"You're scared, aren't you?"

Upon Mahiro Mahiro's words, Aye's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Why should I be afraid!

Aye's anger seemed like a facade to Mahiro; he maintained his calm demeanor and stated directly:

"You're afraid of being banned by Yuuma Sengakuji, aren't you?"

"How could that be! I am the Librarian Witch, Aya Sengakuji!"

When Aye's pretense was bluntly exposed, she was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. She immediately bristled, and even her elegant demeanor vanished as she became flustered.

Was she scared?

That's for sure.

Because of her inner fear—the fear of being banned—she cut off Yuuma Sengakuji's long hair.

Although it was a bit silly and reckless, the purpose was simple: to let Mahiro know the difference between Yuuma Sengakuji and herself.

She can tolerate Avrora Florestina.

They can also tolerate little girls like Nagisa Akatsuki and Kanase Kanon.

She could even tolerate the existence of Natsuki Minamiya!

But I absolutely cannot tolerate Yuuma Sengakuji.

Because she was truly terrified, fearing that this replica she had created would one day replace her.

But she would never say these things to Mahiro, much less admit them!

"I just don't want to see... Waaah!"

Before she could finish speaking, Mahiro pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

Feeling that hot, throbbing chest and such an intense aura, Aye's body immediately went weak, and she became unsteady on her feet.

The steps were broken.

As she swayed, her back slammed against the bookshelf behind her, scattering countless books.

She, who usually cherishes books the most, no longer has time to care about these things.

After a moment of confusion, she couldn't help but stand on tiptoe, stretch out her arms and hug Mahiro's neck, giving an even more passionate response!

What kind of feelings does she truly have for Yotsuba Mahiro?

She herself didn't quite understand.

It started out of curiosity.

Then comes the appreciation during the exchange.

Later, there was gratitude for being rescued from prison, confusion about saving Yuuma Sengakuji, interest in stealing the twelfth original body Avrora Florestina, and even the display of spatial teleportation magic, which made this interest even stronger.

Besides that, she didn't know much.

Because of Yuuma Sengakuji's presence, every time Yotsuba Mahiro interacts with Yuuma Sengakuji, every time Yuuma Sengakuji enters the bathroom to help Yotsuba Mahiro scrub his back, and every time Yotsuba Mahiro unconditionally pampers Yuuma Sengakuji.

A sour feeling, an indescribable anger, would well up inside her.

This emotion had been suppressed in her heart for a long time, but it had been growing and accumulating.

As she herself said, although she was a witch, she was also a woman and understood even more what that anger and bitterness represented.

However, she didn't know how to express it.

After a long while, their lips parted.

The two remained silent, only breathing quietly.

Yotsuba Mahiro's hot breath sprayed onto her snow-white neck, burning her pretty face and making it blush for the first time. At the same time, she turned her head away, not daring to meet Mahiro's gaze.

She was afraid that the other person would notice the shimmering tears in her eyes.

Immediately afterwards, Aye felt her tightly bound waist suddenly loosen and a chill suddenly run through her body.

The belts fell to the ground, and the twelve layers of clothing opened completely like doors.

In the space between the two layers of clothing, her fair and smooth skin, as white as jade, shimmered in the sunlight, and the coolness emanating from it made Aye shiver slightly.

"No... no... in a place like this... there might be people..."

"That's what makes it exciting, isn't it?"

Mahiro whispered in Aye's ear.

That being said, he still set up soundproofing and spatial barriers throughout the library.

Although Aye continued to resist, her muttered words were hardly convincing and sounded more like coquetry.

Her aloof, pretty face melted, turning a beautiful blush. The icy chill in her crimson pupils was gone, replaced only by shyness.

Her delicate and beautiful face, with black hair cascading over her jade-like shoulders, exuded a unique femininity.

This is a rare glimpse of Aya Sengakuji's shy side.

Her rosy cheeks seemed to be extending a silent invitation to Mahiro.

Mahiro accepted the invitation.

"Ouch... it hurts...!"

Aye instinctively tightened her arms.

"Don't be afraid, I'll always be here for you."

The cherry blossoms outside the window quietly fell, and the slight barrier between her and Yotsuba Mahiro was completely broken down.

"Father... will he be able to comfort Mother?"

Inside the classroom, Yuuma Sengakuji gazed wistfully at the cherry blossoms scattered on the street outside the window, letting the breeze gently sway her short, cut hair. A cherry blossom quietly landed on the pure white paper on her desk.

Meanwhile, Natsuki Minamiya, who was also gazing at the beautiful cherry blossoms outside the window, put down her teacup, her brows furrowed, and her expression became restless.

For some reason, she felt inexplicably irritable at that moment.

Even my favorite black tea tasted bland and tasteless.

Soon after, in the now empty library, a quiet girl with braided hair and glasses quietly arrived on the second floor.

That was Koyomi Himgari.

At this moment, she held a book in her hands, exuding a quiet and scholarly aura.

"Disappeared." the girl murmured.

Just two hours ago, the shikigami she had set up at school were triggered, and she discovered that someone had set up a spatial barrier near the library.

So he rushed over during the break between classes.

They discovered that they had no ability to break the barrier and were completely isolated outside.

After finally waiting for the barrier to be removed and arriving inside the library, they found it completely empty.

There was just a slightly murky and incomprehensible smell in the air.

Her calm eyes glanced over and immediately noticed something unusual on the ground... a small, murky, pale red stain left on the library's wooden floor.

She slowly squatted down, lightly touched a little bit with her finger and brought it to her nose, taking a gentle sniff.

A blush suddenly crept onto her calm face.

She didn't know what it was, because she had never come into contact with it before. She just felt that the smell was a bit pungent, like photinia flowers, mixed with a faint smell of blood.

"Scarlet Rice, what are you doing squatting in the library?" A girl patted her on the shoulder from behind, poked her head out, and asked with a grin.

Scarlet Rice is her name at this school.