However.
Who was he?
He was a god.
Since Kisara Tendo had already taken the initiative to invite him, and was a loyal, devoted Familia member willing to give everything to resurrect her parents...
If he still hypocritically pretended to be a gentleman and refused, spending ages explaining that this action was unnecessary...
Not only would that be superfluous, it would instead embarrass Kisara Tendo, who had already made up her mind, and might even make her wonder whether he refused to acknowledge her.
So.
Haimo's response was simple and blunt.
He took a deep breath.
He said nothing.
He simply stepped forward.
After all, since this was the way Kisara Tendo had chosen...
He would oblige her.
And so.
"Since you put it that way..."
Seeing that Kisara Tendo had already lain face down on the bed, Haimo wasted no more words. Holding the silver needle, he took two steps forward to the bedside.
Then.
With a clean, decisive movement...
He raised one leg, swung it over Kisara Tendo's slender waist, and straddled her.
"Ngh!"
Kisara Tendo distinctly felt the weight suddenly pressing down from behind. A muffled grunt immediately escaped her lips, and her entire body shuddered.
The tangible weight transmitted through her skin.
To surrender her most vulnerable back so completely to someone else, without reservation...
And even to be straddled in a position that almost suggested submission and control-the impact was simply too great for Kisara Tendo, who was immensely proud to her core.
The flush that had originally been confined to her cheeks now spread completely.
Even her exposed neck quickly turned pink.
Her hands had originally been rigid with tension, braced firmly against the bed.
Especially once Haimo settled his weight onto her.
His masculine body heat traveled across the thin gap of