This Empress, who had once reigned supreme over Aichi Kyosei Academy, arrogant beyond measure.
Now she was like a child driven to obsession because she could not have her favorite toy.
"So..."
"Since I can't dominate you through strength."
"Since I've become part of your familia, your possession..."
"Then at least..."
Sasamori Aya drew closer again.
Their noses almost touched.
Their breaths mingled.
And went straight into Haimo's nostrils.
"Let me become..."
"The first person to possess you."
"Even if it's only your body."
"Even if it's only for a moment."
"I still want you..."
"To carry my scent."
"Even a god..."
"Can belong to me alone tonight."
With that.
Zan Zan gave Haimo no chance to refuse or speak.
Her free hand grabbed him straight by the collar.
Then.
Without hesitation.
She leaned in.
"Mmph..."
Amou had no technique whatsoever.
It was pure, beastlike gnawing.
As though she wanted to use this method.
To drag the lofty God before her down from the clouds into the mortal world.
Into the mire of her body.
Haimo did not push her away.
Of course.
He did not passively endure it like a block of wood, either.
As a god.
He had enough tolerance to accept everything about his worshippers-even if this manner of acceptance was somewhat unconventional.
Besides, wasn't this one of the reasons he had chosen Sasamori Aya in the first place?
And so.
Haimo gently moved the hand Sasamori Aya had been holding against her heart.
He turned his hand and slipped free of her restraint.
Then.
It slowly slid down along her smooth, burning skin.
Past her slender waist.
Finally.
He gently clasped Amou's firm, supple lower back beneath the hem of her shirt.
With a little pressure.
He pulled her a little farther into his arms.
"Mmph!"