Hayasaka, choking slightly, was quickly attended to by Kagura, who grabbed a mix of disinfectant wipes and tissues to assist with the cleanup. Hayasaka waved him off, saying, "No, it's quite alright... I shall simply rinse myself. Lord Kagura, please take a moment to rest."
Kagura escorted her to the washroom, then returned to tidy up briefly before entering his own chamber to await her.
His manhood showed no signs of subsiding, remaining stubbornly erect. Kagura disrobed completely, save for a warm robe, and took a seat upon his bed.
Approximately ten minutes later, Hayasaka, having cleansed herself, emerged from the adjacent room, a rare agitation evident as she clutched her mathematics textbook. "Lord Kagura—!! My... my assignment!!"
She then pressed her hand to her face, stifling sobs.
To be... favored with his attentions is, of course, a blessing. But... my assignment is utterly ruined... How am I to explain this to my instructor...?
Hayasaka dared not reproach Kagura for his... exuberance. As a consummate professional, she could only lament her own failure to adequately safeguard her work.
"Er..."
Kagura approached to observe.
Indeed, a careless moment had resulted in a... generous deposit upon her textbook. Moreover, the book had not been fully closed, resulting in a diagonal smear that obscured the diagrams she had meticulously drawn.
The textbook was, without a doubt, beyond salvage.
"This..."
Kagura accepted the book, examining it closely. Observing Hayasaka's pitiful demeanor, he felt a pang of remorse. There was only one course of action available to him.
"Initiate auxiliary system."
He finally resorted to invoking the system. In an instant, his consciousness departed from the corporeal realm.
"Greetings, Lord Kagura. The auxiliary system is at your service."
"Is it possible to restore this book to its original state?"
"Certainly."
"...Is this not beyond your stated capabilities? Are you, perhaps, surreptitiously draining my life force?"
"Absolutely not. This system is designed for your convenience and peace of mind. Such trivial matters are well within my purview. The book will be restored to its pristine condition in an instant, free of any... residue."
Upon hearing this, Kagura recalled that, shortly after its initial activation, the system had declared its two primary functions: daily attendance and bounty issuance. This implied the existence of supplementary, less prominent functions.
Quite useful, indeed.
"Very well... One moment, please. Terminate communication."
As the words left his lips, Kagura's consciousness returned to his body.
Observing Hayasaka's expression, a mixture of distress and suppressed tears, Kagura reached out to gently stroke her damp hair. "There, there, Hayasaka. Allow me to perform a small... illusion for you. Close your eyes, and count down from three. Upon reaching one, your textbook shall be restored to its immaculate state, free from any trace of... imperfection."
"The... imperfection is not the primary concern... it is the matter of explaining its condition to my instructor..." Hayasaka murmured, then adopted a more serious tone. "I was unaware of your... talent for legerdemain. And are not such feats merely... deceptions? Perhaps I should simply transcribe it anew..."
"Nonsense. Close your eyes. I assure you, I am quite serious."
Seeing Kagura's earnestness, Hayasaka reluctantly complied.
Lord Kagura, there is no need to trouble yourself. It is merely a textbook. Even if you were to... deposit within my womb, I would not complain.
With swift efficiency, Kagura summoned the system and instructed it to cleanse the textbook. In the blink of an eye, the book was rendered pristine, devoid of any... blemishes or signs of dampness.
"Open your eyes."
Kagura presented the book, its cover facing Hayasaka, his own eyes wide with anticipation.
"??!!"
The instant her gaze fell upon the book, Hayasaka was rendered speechless. She craned her neck slightly, peering at it in disbelief, then snatched it from Kagura's grasp. After a thorough examination of its pages, she finally looked up, her face radiant with delight. "Lord Kagura, you possess genuine... magical abilities? Nay, this is sorcery!"
She skipped about, her exuberance utterly charming.
As she did so, the towel draped around her form slipped, cascading to the floor and revealing her flawless figure—
And the striking, provocative design adorning her lower abdomen.
The intricate pattern, a blend of rose and violet hues, upon her expanse of pristine skin, caused Kagura's throat to constrict. His manhood, which had been patiently awaiting its due, surged once more to its full, unyielding state.
Hayasaka, instinctively covering her lower abdomen, was mortified and dared not meet his gaze.
She made no attempt to conceal her chest or... nether regions. Such modesty was unnecessary, given their shared history. During their most intimate years, they had shared the same bed, devoid of clothing. Kagura had often... caressed her bosom as she drifted to sleep.
"Nay, nay, merely a trifling... diversion," Kagura retrieved the textbook, tossing it onto the distant desk. He then gently embraced Hayasaka's exposed shoulders, drawing close to her ear. He nibbled at her heated lobe, his voice a husky whisper. "Your assignment is restored. Perhaps you might... restore my... vigor? It is rather... distressed at present."
"You are so transparent... Truly, you are incorrigible..."
"Your... veiled insults, delivered with such... formality, are quite... stimulating."
"..." Hayasaka delicately bit her lip, turning her head slightly. "Perhaps... you might allow me to dry my hair and change my attire first?"
"Change into what?"
Kagura was already... primed for action. Hayasaka's request for a further delay was almost unbearable.
"Pray, grant me a brief respite," Hayasaka gently... stroked his engorged member. "The anticipation of a pleasure long deferred often enhances the ultimate... gratification, does it not?"
Very well. Kagura conceded that Hayasaka had a point.
And so, Kagura endured another twenty minutes of... waiting. Finally, Hayasaka emerged from the room, her entrance... delayed.
A single glance was sufficient to render Kagura, who had been idly seated in his robe, utterly... transfixed.
For Hayasaka had...
Transformed her usual side ponytail into a pair of pigtails, secured with black satin ribbons styled into butterfly knots. Her bangs were styled into a neat, airy fringe, and she wore vibrant blue contact lenses. She was clad in the uniform of Sobu High School, complete with black hosiery and her signature small leather shoes. She was, in essence, a perfect... facsimile of Eriri.
Kagura was utterly astounded, his manhood responding with an immediate and resounding... surge.
"Y-you... Hayasaka? It is you, is it not?"
Kagura instinctively attempted to conceal his... tumescence.
To be so aroused by Hayasaka's... impersonation of his sister was, to say the least, awkward.
Fortunately, Hayasaka's loyalty was absolute, and he need not fear her... informing Eriri.
"What is it?" Hayasaka adopted Eriri's tone, placing her hands on her hips and glaring at him with a slight pout. "You... oafish elder brother, have you already forgotten my countenance?