Yongye slowly opened his eyes, glanced to his left, then glanced to his right.
"How long has it been?"
Tamamo-no-Mae turned toward him, her silvery-white fox ears twitching slightly. Her pale purple eyes curved into crescents. "Three full days, Mr. President."
Her voice was softer and sweeter than usual, its trailing notes tinged with languid afterglow. "You really are... a beast in bed."
Kikyo's lashes fluttered. She said nothing, but her lovely face flushed again.
Over those three days, she had lost far, far too much.
Her entire worldview had been rebuilt from the ground up.
Yongye sat up in bed and stretched, his joints letting out a long series of cracks.
He glanced down at the faint red marks still scattered across his chest, a smile tugging at his lips. Then he stepped barefoot onto the carpet, walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and casually pulled the blackout curtains open a crack.
Daylight from Lower Manhattan flooded through the gap, lighting up the entire bedroom.
Outside, the East River shimmered like scattered gold. The Statue of Liberty loomed indistinctly through the morning mist, while the buildings of Jersey City across the water formed a row of gray-white silhouettes.
Yongye narrowed his eyes. Just as he was about to grab a bottle of iced cola from the refrigerator, the doorbell rang.
Ding-dong, ding-dong.
The sound echoed twice through the suddenly quiet living room, unusually crisp.
Tamamo-no-Mae propped herself halfway up in bed. Her nine tails slowly unfurled behind her, silvery-white hair slipping from her shoulders as a faint trace of wariness stirred in her pale purple eyes.
"Mr. President, shall I get the door?"
"No need." Yongye tilted his head. Clear Sword Heart had already locked onto the presence outside: silver-blue Asgardian armor, red hair in a high ponytail, and a