Gravity Overload

He closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into his body.

If he manipulates the flow of time within the smaller world, one day in this world is equivalent to one year in the smaller world.

Or vice versa. That way he can do more in a limited amount of time.

He carefully considered the feasibility of this plan.

With his current strength, and with the assistance of the guardians, it seems he really can do it.

The space that serves as the connection is readily available, as are the Authority of time, such as the Zafkiel and the Pure Concept of "time" within the Akari —all are excellent time-related powers.

If my strength were to increase further...

What they're doing seems to have great potential.

He opened his eyes.

Mukuro Hoshimiya was still staring at him, his golden eyes unblinking.

"My lord, have you made up your mind?"

Higashino Makoto looked at that face and smiled gently.

"I've made up my mind. For Liu'er's sake, I'll try my best to stay with you."

Mukuro Hoshimiya's lips curled up slightly.

Something was glowing in those golden eyes.

"Okay, Liu'er understands."

Higashino Makoto didn't take Mukuro Hoshimiya to the date.

It's not that he doesn't want to, it's that Mukuro Hoshimiya doesn't want to.

She doesn't really like crowded places.

She said she only wanted to stay with her husband and didn't want to go anywhere else.

Higashino Makoto thought about it and agreed.

He followed Mukuro Hoshimiya back to her home.

A small, detached apartment building on a quiet residential street.

Mukuro Hoshimiya pushed open the door and stepped aside to let him in first.

"My lord, please come in."

Higashino Makoto went inside, with Mukuro Hoshimiya following behind him.

The entryway is small; it's a bit cramped for two people to stand together.

She reached behind him, took a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet, and placed them beside his feet.

"My lord, wear this."

He changed his shoes and went into the living room.

The living room wasn't big, but it was very tidy.

The sofa was beige, and an open book sat on the coffee table with a bookmark between them.

Mukuro Hoshimiya walked to the coffee table, closed the book, and placed it on the shelf beside it.

"My lord, please sit. Liu'er will go and make some tea."

She went into the kitchen, Higashino Makoto sat down on the sofa.

Not long after, Mukuro Hoshimiya came out carrying a tray, placing a cup of black tea in front of him and a cup of water in front of himself.

She sat down opposite him, holding a water glass in both hands, her golden eyes looking at him.

"My lord, the tea that Liu'er brewed might not taste good."

Higashino Makoto picked up his teacup and took a sip.

The taste is alright, not as good as what professionals would make, but not bad either, especially with the added bonus of a cute girl.

"It tastes pretty good."

Mukuro Hoshimiya smiled.

In the evening, Higashino Makoto ordered takeout.

Mukuro Hoshimiya can't cook; she said she used to eat at convenience stores or order takeout.

Mukuro Hoshimiya ate very slowly, chewing each bite for a long time.

She ate while watching him, her golden eyes unblinking.

"My lord."

"Um."

Is Liu'er pretty?

Higashino Makoto looked at her; golden hair, golden eyes, fair skin, petite figure, and voluptuous curves.

"It's beautiful, beautiful everywhere."

Mukuro Hoshimiya's lips curled up slightly as he lowered his head and continued eating.

That evening, Mukuro Hoshimiya went to take a bath.

She went into the bathroom; the door wasn't closed.

Higashino Makoto sat in the living room, staring at the half-open door, and remained silent for a moment.

Then he heard her voice coming from inside.

"My lord, Liu'er can't reach back. Can you come in and help Liu'er?"

Higashino Makoto took a deep breath, stood up, and walked towards the bathroom.

The bathroom was filled with steam and the air was filled with the sweet scent of shower gel, like some kind of fruit.

Mukuro Hoshimiya sat on the edge of the bathtub, her back to the door, her long golden hair piled on top of her head and tied with the ribbon.

Her fair back was faintly visible in the mist, and water droplets slid down her shoulders, running down the grooves of her spine.

Higashino Makoto walked behind her, took the towel from her hand, and began to wipe her back.

Her skin was very smooth; the towel left damp trails as it rubbed her back.

Mukuro Hoshimiya lowered his head slightly, revealing the back of his neck. The lines of his spine extended from his neck to his waist, where they converged before spreading out downwards.

"My lord."

"Um."

"Liu'er is very comfortable."

"Um."

She didn't speak again, and neither did Higashino Makoto.

The only sounds in the bathroom were the sound of water and towels rubbing against skin.

After he finished rubbing her back, she turned around to face him.

My vision was somewhat blurred by the fog, but I could still see the shimmering light within.

"My lord, Liu'er wants to bathe with you."

Higashino Makoto was silent for a moment, then took off his clothes.

That night, Mukuro Hoshimiya displayed a resilience and suppleness completely out of proportion to her petite frame.

She clung to him like a snake, not letting him leave, not letting him stop, not letting him catch his breath.

Even after it was over, she didn't let go, her arms wrapped around his waist, her face pressed against his chest, and one leg draped over his.

"My lord."

"Um."

Liu'er doesn't want you to leave.

"I'm not leaving."

"Real?"

"Really. I definitely won't leave, at least not tonight."

A slight smile played on her lips as she closed her eyes.

Higashino Makoto lay on the bed, with Mukuro Hoshimiya nestled against his chest, her long golden hair cascading down his arms.

She was asleep, her breathing steady, her eyelashes fluttering slightly.

But her hand was still gripping his, her fingers clenching his arm tightly.

The next morning, when Higashino Makoto opened his eyes, Mukuro Hoshimiya was still in the same position as the night before.

She nestled against his chest, her face pressed against his neck, her breath tickling his skin.

He tried to move, and her hand immediately tightened.

"My lord?"

"Woke up."

"Yes. Liu'er woke up as soon as my husband was here."

She looked up at him, her golden eyes meeting his, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"My lord, Liu'er is hungry."

What would you like to eat?

"Whatever my lord eats, Liu'er will eat too."

Higashino Makoto continued ordering takeout.

Mukuro Hoshimiya went to wash up, and this time she closed the bathroom door.

But when she came out, she was only wrapped in a bath towel, her long golden hair was still wet, and water droplets dripped from the ends of her hair.

She sat down at the dressing table, picked up a comb, and prepared to comb her hair.

"Let me help you."

"Good."

His long, golden hair flowed like a golden river in his hands, the comb teeth sliding from root to tip, leaving a trail of water droplets.

He combed very slowly and carefully, combing each strand several times.

"My lord, help Liu'er tie her hair."

He put down the comb.

Her long, golden hair slid through his hands. He divided it into three strands, braided them, and then wrapped them around his neck, tying them with the ribbon.

Mukuro Hoshimiya looked at herself in the mirror, then at him in the mirror.

"My lord, Liu'er pretty?"

"Nice."

How does it compare to yesterday?

"It looks even better."

The corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

On the third day, Mukuro Hoshimiya still wouldn't let go of him.

She went to the restroom, and he waited at the door.

She was watching TV, and he wanted to sit next to her.

He went to the balcony to collect the laundry, and she followed behind him.

Higashino Makoto began to feel that the gravity was a bit too much.