Chapter 108: Kama 1

(Titus's POV)

A bustling London street buzzed with life. In the midst of the concrete jungle, a vision in purple had heads turning. Long, silky hair like amethyst cascaded down her shoulders, framing crimson eyes that could melt glaciers. Dressed in a sassy pink jacket over a casual vest and hot pants, Kama's bodacious bod, especially her gigantic knockers, left onlookers gawking like they'd never seen curves before. She was a diamond in a sea of gravel, alright.

Suddenly, two wannabe Romeos with greasy grins slithered in, eyes glued to Kama like she was the last doughnut in a bakery.

"Hey there, gorgeous," one crooned, voice dripping with syrup. "Waiting for a prince? How about some regular Joes like us?"

Just as Kama opened her mouth to unleash a verbal bazooka, a hand snaked around her waist and pulled her close. A familiar grin flashed.

"Sorry, boys," I said, butter wouldn't melt in my mouth, "This goddess is already spoken for." I winked at Kama, sending shivers down the spines of the wannabes.

They puffed up like pigeons on steroids. "Who the hell are you?" one snorts, grabbing my collar with the grace of a drunken walrus. I smiled, feeling their puny grip about as effective as a damp teabag.

"Just a guy who doesn't appreciate his girlfriend being hit on by extras," I said, my smile widening and squeezing their noses harder than a tube of toothpaste. "Even if the said girlfriend is the literal male deity of love from inside."

"Kee!" they squealed, flailing like trapped fish but couldn't get away from my grip.

"Listen up, buttercups," I purred, my smile sharper than a London cabbie's wit. "My woman and I have a date hotter than a vindaloo, so scram before I turn you into pigeons for real."

Kama, ever the drama queen, leaned into me, pressing her chest against my arm. "He's right, you clods. I'm his girlfriend... boyfriend... whatever! And I don't want to dismiss this date offered from this master."

With a yelp, the wannabes vanished faster than a free pint on St. Patrick's Day. I sighed, turning to Kama, who was practically vibrating with amusement.

"Seriously, missy," I said, "You live in my pocket dimension, why the grand London entrance?"

"Oh, don't be such a grump," she teased, nuzzling my arm. "A girl likes to surprise her date, you know?" She winked, then her hand dove south, aiming for my ass but I swatted it away playfully.

"Hey, hands off the merchandise until we were officially smooching, alright?"

She pouted, then grinned.

"Why London, of all places? India seemed more your type, doesn't it?" I raised an eyebrow.

I was thinking maybe she wanted to tour around India, given it was her homeland.

Kama grimaced. "Spare me the curry flashbacks, okay? Do you really think I want to go anywhere near the guy who barbecued me to oblivion?"

I chuckled, picturing her dodging cosmic flames. Fair enough.

"Besides," she added, eyes sparkling, "I wanted to experience London, the place where my handsome master spent his mortal days." She leaned in, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

I grinned, feeling a flutter in my chest. "Your wish is my command, milady." I chuckled, "And by the way, you look absolutely stunning in that outfit. Like a walking Valentine's Day."

Kama's eyes widened, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Oh, you!" she exclaimed, a playful smile dancing on her lips.

Well, in the end, it was Sakura's body. I just hope I was not NTR-ing Shirou.

Kama then slid into the front passenger seat of my Bugatti Veyron with a flick of her wrist. London's grey streets blurred past as I unleashed the beast's 1600 horses, the G-force pinning her back to the plush seat. Her lips, the color of a forbidden plum, twitched in something that resembled a smile, or maybe it was the wind messing with her.

"So," I boomed over the engine's roar, "Harrods first, or shall we skip the retail therapy and go straight for the food coma?"

Kama, ever the enigma, shrugged. "Surprise me, sugar daddy."

Sugar daddy, huh? Not a million miles off, considering the platinum credit card warming my pocket. Harrods it was then.

While driving, she grinned, "Wow, didn't expect for you to spend on a supercar for me."

"Not going to take money to my grave." I said while I drove.

"But is my master okay driving such expensive vehicle?" Kama grinned, "I mean, with your background character face, people will think that you are my driver?"

Hearing her spot on comeback, I flinched with embarrassment and glared at Kama who trembled with fear. I really wanted to deliver at least one punch but it would ruin this date.

"Heh. Not today. I will bear you and make you happy for this date." I said as I started the car.

"Tch. You are annoying just like…" Kama clicked her tongue, annoyance visible on her face. However, a slight smile could be seen on her face from side.

Not minding her weird shenanigans, I stopped the car in front of a store.

The moment we stepped into the designer haven, Kama's "I'm too cool for this" facade melted faster than a snowman in Dubai. Silk dresses billowed around her like clouds, sequins winked like a disco ball on fire, and oh, the sarees. Those vibrant tapestries of India, each fold whispering stories of forgotten queens, had her wrapped around them like a willing butterfly.

"You like?" I grinned, watching her transform from punk princess to Bollywood goddess.

"Shut up and buy them all," she mumbled, her cheeks flushed with something other than the Harrods' air conditioning.

And buy them all I did. Watching her twirl in a crimson lehenga, emeralds winking on her fingers, I felt like Aladdin rubbing a magic lamp. Anything, Kama, anything your heart desires.

The shopping spree left us with bulging bags and rumbling tummies. We hit the streets, a whirlwind of Michelin-starred curry houses, smoky kebab stalls, and fish and chips by the Thames. Kama, the girl who claimed to subsist on air, devoured each bite with a gusto that warmed the cockles of my billionaire heart.

"You're a walking food coma, you know that?" I teased, wiping a dab of tandoori sauce from her chin.

She flashed that rare smile, the one that reached her eyes. "Just making sure I get my money's worth, sugar daddy."

The sun dipped below the horizon as we cruised along the coast, the Bugatti a silver bullet against the fiery sky. We ended up on a secluded hill overlooking the beach, the salty air whispering secrets in our ears.

Kama, nestled against me, watched the sun sink into the ocean, painting the sky in hues of orange and gold.

"It's beautiful," she whispered, her voice softer than the dying light.

"More beautiful than a million sarees?" I joked, nudging her playfully.

She swatted my arm, but a laugh escaped her lips, like wind chimes in a summer breeze. "Don't push your luck, sugar daddy."

And as the stars began to dust the darkening sky, I knew this date wasn't just about the clothes, the food, or the supercar. It was to provide her happiness, a way to offer a sense of humanity to the deity of love in that body.

"Alright, let's call it a night," I declared, getting up.

Kama, blushing like a sunset caught in a crystal prism, knew exactly where this familiar script was leading. After all, who needed reality TV when you had a stack of DVDs whispering promises of happily-ever-afters?

"Wait, maybe we're rushing things a bit," Kama stammered, her voice a delicate tremor against the backdrop of our staged romance. But the heat radiating from her cheeks, the way her crimson eyes flickered between my lips and the floor, told a different story.

But as she stood, the world around us dissolved in a dizzying shimmer. Buildings and streets morphed into a kaleidoscope of impossible hues, a vast, featureless canvas stretched before us. Only the cube enclosing us, a stark sentinel in this shifting dreamscape, offered any semblance of solidity.

"Imaginary Number Space, huh?" Kama's voice, once playful, now held a hint of unease.

Yup, Imaginary Number Space, a hidden realm beyond the grasp of physics. It pulsed with the whispers of a thousand possibilities, yet remained stubbornly intangible, a playground for dreams that hung just outside reality's grasp.

"You see," I continued, "I'm trying to mend the broken wishes of my servants, the ones I summoned during the Moon Cell Grail War. But you, Kama, you were the enigma that stumped my past self. Everyone else's desires sang clear, but yours remained a silent melody."

My reason for existence was simple: I, once a human caught in the gears of a cruel ritual, had regained my flesh and blood. And with it, I'd built this "Roulette System," a machine to rewind time and grant the wishes I'd failed to fulfill before.

Yet, with Kama, my system offered no guidance, no shimmering path towards a desired destiny. This left two possibilities: either my Moon Cell self had fumbled in the dark, unable to decipher her heart's song, or Kama herself held no wish to be granted. Perhaps she yearned to turn back time, to undo the awakening of Shiva, the monstrous god she despised. But knowing her loathing for her own mythos, I doubted that.

"So, what's your point?" Kama crossed her arms, her crimson eyes glinting with defiance as she shifted into her combat form. Hostility crackled around her like static electricity.

Unfazed, I narrowed the distance between us, my gaze locking onto hers.

"You did have a wish, Kama," I said, my voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "A burning desire hidden beneath the surface. You fell in love with me in the Moon Cell, didn't you?"

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