53 ᵥₒₗᵤₘₑ ₅, ₚₐᵣₜ ₄: ₛᵤbₜₑᵣfᵤgₑ - ''Acabo de tener sexo.''

~5765 words 

(Exam in 14.5 hours by the time this chapter gets updated. Pray for me lads and lassies. Although I doubt the exam will go well after I am asking for prayers in exchange for a chapter like this, LMFAO. Also, I noticed from the Wattpad replies at the time of writing this A/n about people thinking I am taking a year break. The 2024 was a Typo, LMFAO. Thinking of ending this fic before the year ends. Also, sorry if someone sent text on discord and I didn't respond. I uninstalled it for a few days. I need rest from both Wattpad, and discord and chapter will be updated on their own. See ya all later.)

"Well, with this, you are now a Special Student here. We expect great things of you, Julian." The principal spoke, gliding his fingers into his scalp as he combed his hair back, a delightful expression over his face. "Since you expressed your interest in admission, we had already tailored a uniform to your needs. After all, your build...." his voice trailed off as she looked at me from up to down, "....is quite rare for someone of your age. You are blessed."

"I owe that to my parents. I merely inherited their best parts." I replied, taking a sip from the porcelain cup of the tea that was placed on the pygmy table between us. "Although, thanks for having it ready."

"Hoho, do not speak of it. I hope you enjoy your stay here and may you prosper in your research here." He spoke and picked up his own cup, drinking its contents.

Prosper, huh? I took admission here on a whim. The amount of freedom in this world was still baffling to me. Almost surreal. I wonder if the subtle feeling that this might all be a hallucination is actually, "fear."

That would be interesting to feel. Although, it is not that. It is something else. Regrets? Probably. I do not have any, but often a person has them in the back of their minds and can not put a finger on them until one is in a grim peril—the precipice of death.

Putting these thoughts aside, I decided to take a little break from my duties, or rather as Orsted now calls it, "favours". I have been far too busy with missions and some other things, like taking care of my family in different parts of the world and building my own chain of businesses.

Currently, I have a few businesses—-big and small. Most noteworthy are the Restaurants, which are my main source of income. There aren't many branches but the main one is in [Begaritt Continent] as the original branch. The other branch is in [King Dragon's Realm] while the last one is in [Millishon]

The one in Millishon is a bit different since it is not strictly a "restaurant", so to say. It is more like a hotel since it has rooms and also serves as a restaurant.

The second most profitable business is the music one. It wasn't exactly my idea. Nanahoshi has a habit of singing songs from something called "Anime". While I never watched them myself, I heard Ike and others talk about it a lot.

Well, anyway, since she liked it and said it would be a good idea, I made a few instruments anyway, like Piano and Violin. The act of selling them was simple. Since this business, unlike the restaurant one, can be easily replicated and hogged, we needed to monopolise it.

How?

Well, there were only two main things to consider. First, do not sell the physical asset permanently. Second, let them hear it but not use it.

In simple words, for people to know about it, we rented the instruments and the trained personnel to nobles in [Asura Kingdom]

It became famous in quite a short time and creeped its way into the first prince's attention. Once that was done, we stopped the rental services and started offering the services on a per hour basis. A simple technique but it was quite effective in a mediaeval world like this.

People tended to stick to how things were and innovation was almost nonexistent. Hence, replication of our methods was nigh impossible.

"Well then, please excuse me." I finished my tea and stood up. The principal was still drinking, so he nodded gently and I turned around from there, walking towards the door and sauntering out of it.

As he got out, he sighed and looked to the side. Nanahoshis stood with her back against the wall and her arms crossed, wearing casual clothes instead of the usual blue robe and the school uniform as she looked down, her long black hair let loose as they cascaded down, almost obscuring her features while she drew invisible circles with her shoe on the ground.

She was wearing a rather new dress that seemed to blend in well with the current weather. It seemed quite warm and practical.... and soft.

Hm? Why did I think it must feel soft... or rather she would.

The dress was mid-length, falling just below her knees, made of a warm and durable fabric—apparently the wool of some monster. This choice of fabric was good since it will provide protection against the cold weather... and it was quite fashionable too—according to this world's standards at least.

The dress was loose-fitting, allowing for ease of movement and accommodating layering.

She was wearing a chemise made of cotton underneath the dress as a base layer to add an extra layer of warmth. This would not only provide additional insulation but also serve as a barrier between the skin and the outer layers of clothing, preventing any discomfort or irritation.

Over the dress, she was wearing a cloak made of thick wool—a different kind. It was adorned with fur trim that added a touch of elegance and personal style to the overall look.

For footwear, she was wearing a pair of sturdy leather boots that stopped just at the lower level of her knees.

"You're all dressed up." I commented, taking in her form as she suddenly looked up at me, her face seeming like she had seen a ghost. I mean, for some reason I'm much paler than I should be but it's not like I looked exactly like a ghost.

"Good Lord, I can't get used to this face of yours." She sighed, placing a hand on her chest and slipped against the wall.

"Oh? I think this is a good face." I replied, rubbing my face. In all honesty, I think this face was better. "Maybe I will keep it on all the time."

She looked at me with wide eyes, her fingers looking like they were ready to choke me. "Naaaaaaaah. No way. I don't like this face even a little bit." She spoke with an affronted face, almost as if it was a crime.

"Uhh." My voice trailed off as I remembered why I had called her, "Are you ready to go with these clothes? It is quite cold outside."

"I'll be fine. I can handle winters quite fine." She assured me with a thud on her chest.

I have a bad feeling about this.

(***)

–Third Person Perspective–

"Achoo" Nanahoshi sneezed, covering her mouth and nose by placing her hands in front of her as she sniffed heavily.

"Told you it is cold outside." Julian replied, looking to the side as she saw her walk side by side with him, "Why are you wearing a knee length dress and then nothing to cover your legs in this weather anyways?"

"I am wearing something, in case you have gone completely *achoo* blind, old man." She huffed, sneezing in the process as her eyes grew droopy and the tip of her nose grew red.

"That isn't enough." Julian pointed his finger at the thin leggings she was wearing. "You could've at least worn the ones with a thicker material. These are almost see through." He said with a casual shrug of his shoulders.

"That was the whole reason I wore them." Her voice was as meek as the withered leaf in autumn, ready to whittle away any moment at the subtlest of winds.

"Hm?"

"Nothing." She looked the other way, pouting. She slapped her hands together and rubbed them and, presto, generated enough heat to subside the growing numbness in her fingers. "But it really is cold. My hands are freezing."

"Should've worn gloves, I guess." He replied, looking straight ahead. The sight of the nearby market, that was usually bustling, was now transformed, giving it a very changed ambience. Although it was still quite crowded, it couldn't match the hustle and bustle of the summer market.

Nanahoshi continued to rub her hands together, a cold cloud of mist leaving her lips as she breathed hard. She was an ordinary human. Since everyone and everything was made of mana, most people did not consider this as much but for her, it was bone-chilling, almost cryogenic weather.

As she was looking at her bright red hands, something light slapped against her face. It was soft, almost as if it had no force behind it. Reaching out for her face, she picked the fabric, which despite feeling so soft and meek, was quite heavy---for the kind of thing it was.

Gloves---A pair of gloves. Looking up at him, she saw that Julian had taken off the usual white gloves that he used to wear.

"Wai... huh? Are you not cold?" She asked as he stood with a straight face, just dressed in a black turtleneck. Without saying a word, he pulled her in by her shoulders. She bumped into his side as he pressed her against him.

Before she could talk, a layer of warmth coated all around her. The warmth seeped into her bones, as the pain she was feeling from the frigid wind immediately melted away, replaced by a soothing, tranquil feeling. Her body relaxed almost immediately, feeling as if she would melt away.

"Th-Thanks...." She spoke with a smile, looking up at him. Julian looked away from her, looking in a far-off distance.

"Hm."

(A/n Idk if I wanted to make him sound shy or smth? I forgot. I wrote this 2 days ago.)

(***)

"Remind me why we are here again." Nanahoshi asked, her face bright red as they walked in the middle of the market with her sticking to Julian's side, as if she was a part of him.

"Hm? Oh yes. Since I enrolled into the academy, I was thinking of getting a house. I just needed to buy some furniture and other things." Julian replied, looking around for shops he needed.

"What about the dormitories?" Nanahoshi asked, stealing everyone's gazes as she tried to not get overwhelmed by her embarrassment.

"They're too cold. Also, you get sick easily so a separate home would be better." He replied.

"Am I coming too?" She asked excitedly, looking up to him.

"No."

"Aww, I wish I could." She groaned, puffing her cheeks with air.

""I just said you get sick easily. So I was talking about you too."

"Heh, I know. Just wanted to hear it from you."

"I know. Well, do you have anything in mind?" Julian asked, arriving in the district that had almost everything related to interior and exterior decor.

And hence, Julian and Nanahoshi embarked on a thrilling journey through the bustling streets of their new city---Sharia, in pursuit of the perfect accoutrements to adorn their recently acquired home.

Their search began with their first objective, starting with the pat down for carpets, an essential foundation upon which to build the aesthetics of the house.

The first emporium they entered was an ode to opulence, with an array of carpets displayed like treasures in an art gallery. The grandeur of the establishment was evident in the rich, dark mahogany floors that contrasted beautifully with the vibrant colours and intricate patterns of the carpets.

Julian and Nanahoshi strolled through the showroom, fingers lightly grazing the luxurious textures beneath their touch.

"Could be better." Nanhoshi muttered under her breath.

"I think they are alright as they are." Julian replied, not knowing why Nanahoshi said that.

"Dude, we literally come from a place with Persian rugs, Turkish kilims, and Afghan war rugs and this...." she pointed at the rug that Julian found the best looking, "...this is what you like?"

"Uh, yeah?"

"Jeez, you are hopeless."

"I am?"

"Yes. Now scoot away, let me get something for my room."

Nanahoshi, accepting the fact that she can't buy things of the same quality as Earth, started strolling in the shop. With her eyes gleaming with delight, she stopped in front of something that was the closest thing to Persian rug, woven with an elaborate design of swirling vines and intricate blossoms. It seemed to narrate an ancient tale of mystique and allure.

She crouched down to feel the pile between her fingers, revelling in the softness. "Julian, what do you think of this one?" she inquired, her gaze never leaving the so-called "masterpiece" of this world under her hand.

Julian, drawn to a nearby kilim, marvelled at its geometric precision. The rug's bold, earthy tones seemed to evoke a sense of groundedness. "This one has character," he mused, running his hand over the flat weave texture. "It could add a touch of rustic charm to the living room."

"You sound like an old man. ThiS wOulD be goOd for tHE livINg roOm." She made an odd voice, trying to imitate an old man and Julian's monotone voice.

"I do not talk like that." Julian retorted with a deadpan look.

After much contemplation and a friendly debate, they decided to acquire both rugs, the Persian Rug to grace Nanhoshi's bedroom, and the kilim to infuse the living area with a rustic ambiance.

Their next mission was to select curtains that would complement the carpets.

They ventured into a nearby drapery boutique, where a cascade of fabrics awaited them. Nanahoshi's eyes were instantly drawn to a set of heavy, burgundy velvet curtains that exuded a regal elegance. "Imagine how these would drape luxuriously in the living room, especially with the kilim," she suggested to Julian.

Julian was yet to talk when she excitedly hopped on to the next item she laid her eyes on with a different set of curtains in a soft, sky-blue shade. Made of diaphanous silk, they seemed to capture the essence of a clear, tranquil day. "These would be perfect for your bedroom," she said dreamily, already picturing the gentle play of morning light filtering through them.

After much deliberation and with a dash of compromise, they settled on the silk curtains for the bedroom and the sumptuous velvet ones for the living room.

"Hm, wait, we bought things for other rooms, mine and the living room. Where are your's?"

"Oh, I bought white carpets and curtains." He said with a straight face.

"Are you for real right now?" She asked, flabbergasted.

"Yeah?"

"No need for boring white. I am getting you something better."

After that, despite Julian resisting, she bought curtains and carpets with a colour scheme of multiple shades of grey. What she was thinking while picking many shades of grey? Who knows. (ehehehe)

With their carpets and curtains secured, Julian and Nanahoshi moved on to other decorations. Their next stop was a quaint pottery shop, where handmade ceramic pots in various shapes and sizes awaited them.

Each pot seemed to have its own personality, reflecting the artistry of its creator.

Julian, an aficionado of succulents, selected a series of small, earth-toned pots with delicate etchings. He envisioned them nestled on windowsills, each cradling a unique succulent species.

Nanahoshi, on the other hand, was captivated by a set of larger, ornate pots glazed in iridescent hues. She imagined them gracing the entrance, welcoming guests with a burst of colour and style.

As they left the pottery shop, their arms laden with ceramic treasures, Julian glanced at Nanahoshi, "This should be enough, right?"

"Haaah? Nah. We need more things." Nanahoshi smiled warmly, but Julian knew that underneath that smile lay only misery.

Their quest for decoration continued, leading them to a boutique specialising in lighting fixtures—chandeliers of all shapes and styles adorned the showroom, each one emitting a unique radiance.

Nanahoshi was drawn to a crystal chandelier with cascading tiers of shimmering prisms. "This," she proclaimed, "will be the centrepiece of our dining room."

However, Julian seemed to gravitate toward a sleek, minimalist pendant light. It's simple lines and matte black finish exuded sophistication.

"How about this one?" He asked, pointing at that one.

"Well...hmmm, that...," she declared, "can work in the kitchen."

With the chandeliers selected and a vision of the new taking shape, they moved on to the final touch – selecting paint for the walls.

They visited a paint store with walls adorned in myriad hues, from soft pastels to bold, vibrant shades. After contemplating different colour swatches and envisioning the combinations, they decided on a palette that would resonate with the rest of their décor.

For the living room, they settled on a warm, neutral tone that would allow the kilim and velvet curtains to shine. It was a colour reminiscent of sun-kissed earth, providing a cosy backdrop for their gatherings.

In the bedroom, they opted for a soft, serene blue that would harmonise with the silk curtains.

As they left the paint store with their chosen colours loaded on the carriage, Nanahoshi felt a profound sense of accomplishment, while Julian sighed heavily.

With their carpets, curtains, pots, chandeliers, and paint selections finalised, they returned to their new home, eager to see how each piece would come together to transform their space.

"I am so excited to decorate it." Nanahoshi said with an excited glint in her eyes.

"Decorate what exactly?"

"The house, of course."

"What house?"

"What do you mean by "what house"? We've been talking about it all day."

"I mean yeah, but the house isn't made yet?"

"Sorry, what!?"

Julian stopped in front of a giant piece of land, "Well, I bought this piece of land to build a house since the ones already made were not good."

"Oh sh—I got excited for nothing. It won't be like a few months until this is made. Given this world, it might take a year."

"Year? It'll be done in an hour."

"Huh?"

Julian took his hand out from his pocket and brought it to his lips, blowing hot air into it since he wasn't using fire magic anymore to keep himself or Nanahoshi warm. "You seem to be forgetting I can use earth magic."

"Didn't you say using too much magic strains you? Will you be ok?"

"I am not making everything from scratch..." he paused as material on flat boards pulled by monsters arrived. He pointed towards it, "....the material is already here. I just have to arrange it using magic. An hour should be enough."

"Are you sure? Won't you be exhaus--"

"Don't worry about that." He assured her, placing a hand on her shoulder and directed her towards the corner of the huge piece of empty land. Using earth magic he made a chair for her and used fire magic to light up a bonfire. Then he increased the temperature of the chair enough that she was comfortable.

"I'm going to get started. Feel free to go back to the dorms."

He was about to turn around and go away but she called out to him, "I'll stay here and wait. Tell me if you need anything."

"Not like you can help with anything."

"Don't rub it into my face like that." She replied, the previous love she was feeling for him vanishing, replaced by an agitated look as her brow twitched.

(***)

Julian was not an ordinary magician. He possessed a unique and rare gift—something he himself had not yet realised. Or rather he did but didn't know that it was way too uncommon.

The ability to weave magic in a convenient way for things other than attacking and pulversing people with it. Just like how now, Julian was about to construct his own home.

Tossing his robe aside, he was left solely in a shirt. Unbuttoning the sleeves, he folded them upwards and heaved out a deep sigh. A cloud of fog escaped his lips.

The first step in Julian's ambitious project was to acquire the magical bricks he needed for his construction. These bricks were the speciality of the Magical Continent of Ranoa. He purchased enough to make the house he had in mind.

A house he had seen in a picture book. A picture book he asked as a result for his otherworldly results in the [White Room]

Something that had captivated the little demon's eye for all those years. A house. His ideal house.

Julian's chosen site for his long-wished home was nestled in a serene place, away from the hustle and bustle of the market and main stream routes.

With the moon at its zenith now, Julian stood at the centre of the construction site. He surveyed the land, feeling the energy of the earth beneath his feet. With a focused mind and a deep breath, he began the process of shaping the magical bricks.

Using his Earth Magic, Julian drew upon the quintessence of the earth. He could feel the vibrations of the soil and the ancient energies that lay dormant within it.

With gentle gestures of his hands, he moulded the bricks into intricate shapes and patterns. Each brick seemed to come alive under his touch, responding to his commands.

He spent a few minutes, shaping and stacking the bricks, layer upon layer, to create the foundation of his dream home. The walls rose steadily, and as they did, Julian imbued them with the resilience of the earth itself—solidifying the structure.

As the walls of his house reached a majestic height, Julian couldn't help but marvel at his creation once he was done with the roof.

It was a castle-like structure, with towering spires and arched windows that allowed the sunlight to filter through, casting intricate patterns on the floors below. It was a sight to behold.

He almost felt giddy seeing it.

With the exterior of the house complete, Julian turned his attention to the interior.

He used his Earth Magic to fashion intricate designs into the walls, creating alcoves and niches for artwork and sculptures. He shaped the stone into elegant columns and pillars, giving the interior a grandeur that matched the castle-like exterior.

One of the most remarkable features of Julian's home was its heating system. Winters in Sharia could be harsh, with biting cold that seemed to seep into the very bones.

Julian, however, had a plan. He knew that the earth beneath his home held a deep reservoir of heat, and he intended to harness it.

Using his Earth Magic, Julian created a network of tunnels and chambers beneath the flooring system of his home. These chambers would serve as conduits for the heated rocks.

He then used his Fire Magic to heat the rocks within these chambers to a searing temperature.

The theory behind Julian's heating system was quite simple. The hot rocks would radiate heat upward, warming the floors above. In the winter, this would provide a cosy and comfortable living space, with floors that were warm to the touch, even in the coldest of nights.

But Julian's ingenuity didn't stop there. He had a plan to make his home equally comfortable in the scorching summers.

He used his Earth Magic to create a system of channels and pipes that ran beneath the floors.

During the winter, these channels would carry hot water from the heated rocks, but in the summer, they could be filled with ice, effectively turning the floors into a natural cooling system.

It was a perfect balance of elements, allowing Julian to maintain a comfortable temperature within his home year-round.

As the final pieces of his magical home fell into place, Julian couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. The castle-like structure stood tall and imposing.

He wiped sweat from his forehead---cold sweat as he breathed heavily. He was tired. After all, his mana reserves were quite low. However, as soon as he felt the boredom, a voice started to reach his ears.

🎶🎶 I tore apart the map I drew,

The world remains the same as that day

I also blamed it on someone

I hate it

I pretend to keep waiting for something like this

Can I start over from here?

I felt like I could go anywhere

Where was I at that time?

I'm sure you've grown up

That's not what I meant 🎶🎶

Nanahoshi was playing something on the harmonium they had made together—a soothing melody as she sat by the almost completed structure of the house, a genuine smile on her face. A smile more genuine than anyone she had flashed before in the past 4 years.

Julian looked at her, his eyes tracing the outline of her silhouette as he breathed heavily.

"This is strange." He spoke to himself and immediately looked away from her, completing the final steps as he started to attach the wood flooring all around the house.

(Throughout the Stable Diffusion and SeaArt, I alone am the best nanahoshi art maker, kekw)

The house was quite big and was the first house he had ever owned.

Once he was done he went towards where Nanahoshi was sitting. She stood up immediately and left the chair for him. Without saying a word, he slipped into the chair, tired out of his mind.

"The things we bought arrived a while ago. Since you had done the rooms before, I had them arrange most of the stuff." She reported as he simply nodded. "Why do you need so many rooms though?"

"Hm? Oh, in the future, I plan to have my family stay here. Once I am done with everything there is, of course." He replied.

"Oh..." Her voice trailed off, feeling a bit down. Not because his family was going to stay here. But given his nature, he would most likely ask her to leave later.

Realising what she was brewing in her mind, Julian decided to speak, "And no, I am not telling you to leave. I made the rooms taking everyone into consideration."

She suppressed a smile, "I see. Well, I wasn't going to leave anyways." She shrugged.

(***)

"Well, good night." Nanahoshi waved goodbye as she left Julian and went upstairs, where her room was located. Julian didn't reply and the door closed behind him.

She walked slowly over the stairs covered with the insulated material. Her steps made no noise due to the soft material used in it. She was thinking intensively. Despite acting so casual around him, she couldn't get the thought of the night they had spent together from her mind.

It has already been one month since that. All she did during this time was to avoid him and barely talk to him. Not like she regretted it, but everytime she looked at his face—his real face, the memories of that day came crashing down in her mind, making her too embarrassed to talk.

She reached for the round knob of her door as she thought. "What am I even doing?"

She realised something. She was doing everything she regretted all over again. The regret of not coming to terms with her feelings long ago. The regret of not being his first kiss. It haunted her. Letting out a deep exhale, she changed her clothes and went back down the stairs.

Standing in front of his room, she extended her hand cautiously, about to knock on it.

"Come in." The reply came before she even knocked on the door.

She turned the handle, slowly, cautiously, as if one wrong turn would activate a landmine, blowing everything apart.

As she walked in, she saw the drapery and carpets perfectly accentuating the master bedroom. It was one of the biggest rooms in the house with a huge bed and a soft mattress. There were two windows in the room—one beside the bed and the other just beside the study table.

Currently he was sitting on a couch, reading a book. He didn't look up or talk, instead just pointed towards the couch in front of him without lifting his eyes. However, she remained standing, by the bookshelf, looking at the wide variety of books he had.

Most of them covered summoning magic. There was Wandering the World by Bloody Kant in the mix as well. A few books on monsters and fiends. In the top most shelf there was a book based on plants—botany. It was placed separately, with a beautiful flower vase beside it.

"Why is this book segregated from the others?"

Julian, his eyes still downcast, spoke, "It was a gift from my mother for my fifth birthday. I carried it with me when I was an adventurer and then placed it on a counter in the guild. It's one of the few things that have remained after the incident." He explained.

"I see." She spoke and tension built up in her heart. Why wasn't he looking up? Is he mad? That won't be possible. He was never mad. In fact, he never showed any outward emotion other than the time he rescued his mother.

Mustering up courage, she walked over to him and squeezed herself into the single seater couch beside him. Julian lifted his eyes up, finally looking away from the book he was immersed in.

His eyes widened for a fraction of an inch as he saw her by his side, her one leg resting over his—her bare thigh. Looking up, he saw she was wearing a short blue skirt that barely covered half of her thigh.

Above it, she was wearing a matching blue shirt, the top three buttons unlocked, revealing a black "rack" sack, with net embroidery all over it. The scent of daisies wafted off from her as Julian felt something move between his legs—an abomination that shouldn't be let to run wild.

He stayed that way, not moving and a dry lump formed against the back of his throat. His body was overtaking again, despite how much he was struggling. Nanahoshi's breath quickened in tandem, huffing loud enough for him to hear. The ragged breaths increased the stiffness in his nether regions.

"Sorry for avoiding you all this time." Nanhoshi muttered, her words incomprehensible due to how much her breath was fluctuating.

"Mhmm." He replied, fighting the urge.

Both stayed silent for a while, looking in each other's eyes. She placed her hand on his and picked it up, placing it on her chest. Julian stared blankly at her, the warmth of her skiing slowly permeating through the silk fabric into his fingers.

His fingers twitched, on the precipice of fondling... but he slowly receded them. She bit her lip.

Deciding to swallow all the ignominy and abashment, she sat in his lap, her face just a few inches away from him. Her foggy breath that smelled of fresh fruits brushed Julian's hair, blowing the strands away.

"You might regret it later." Julian spoke, calmly, keeping his hands to himself, but he couldn't do anything about the perched tent beneath Nanahoshi.

"Your body is much more honest than you." She replied, her face flushing with a deep vermillion shade.

"Mhmm."

She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him. Whispering, she spoke, "Be gentle." She chirped with warm breath. The warm susurration of her voice was like a fuse that went off in Julian's mind as the warm air bounced in the corridors of his ear while she nibbled on the top area of his ear.

Flipping her over as she landed on her back on the couch, Julian pinned both her arms with his single hand behind her head and leaned over her. His long white hair hung down as he looked at her.

"Go on." She smiled warmly. He lowered his head, still pinning her hands as they kissed. Moving down towards her neck, she winced as he bit her. Giving her no time to react, he pulled off her shirt in one swift motion, then the skirt.... and then the undergarments.

He wasn't huffing, neither was he suffering from a rapid spike in pulse. Yet his body had stopped listening to him. He threw his own clothes to the side, the mighty holy sword coming into view in the room whose only source of lumination was the single candle on the table.

Her eyes widened as she looked at it. Her lips seemed to move, as if she was trying to say something but only incoherent noises came out. The world had shrunk in both of their eyes, their vision tunnelled to each other.

He placed it on her hatchway. She was already sloppy down there, the stimulation from before already easing the access for the monstrosity that was yet to ravage her insides. Without waiting for her, he pushed it in.

Her legs twitched as she raised it to his waist level and wrapped it around him. Her arms coiled around his neck, her grip bone-breaking. A searing pain went through her body. She tensed up and the walls seemed to crush Julian's junior inside her. Her back arched upwards, raising from the couch with a yelp. 

"Relax." He said, "The more you tense up, the more painful it will be." He advised as she nodded, however, the pain of her hymen breaking was still lingering, the streaks of blood staining the couch they had just bought.

Giving her a few moments to catch her breath, she eased up a little, giving a little breathing room to junior. Julian placed a pillow under her back for additional support and so her back won't hurt too much later on. 

"I-I'm fine."

"Hm."

"At least the hardest part is gone now." She giggled as Julian bent down and kissed her neck before whispering.

"It's only half way through."

That night, amongst the initial horror and the later, rejoicing as both went at it multiple times, both---Julian and Nanahoshi entrusted their chastity to each other. Despite showing an abnormal trait of bleeding more than it should have, Nanahoshi kept up with him until all the pent up tension that he had stored since the beginning of his puberty, every last drop of it was gone.

If Julian had left Nanahoshi reeling on the edge, she had also left him completely hammered—pushing each other all over the room as not even a single place stayed safe from their antics---the couch, bed, the floor, table... everything.

After all, virgins do copulate like crazy rabbits with no self-restraint whatsoever.

It is said that Julian's house—-later named as the "God's Abode"---was the source of many giggles and innocent chirps in the coming year.

But that is a story for another day.