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Because—for once—nothing "unexpected" had happened, by the time they finished bathing, barely twenty minutes had passed.
Though, it was already creeping past 2 p.m.
The room was still a complete disaster. Clothes were strewn across the floor like the aftermath of a battlefield.
Sheila bent down to pick up her formal dress, only to sigh at the sight of it, completely ruined by what could only be described as "heavy bombardment."
"No way I'm walking out in this…"
This wasn't a little stain—it was soaked. Just holding it felt heavy. And if she looked closely, she could still see some of it dripping down.
"Give it to me."
As she stood there, annoyed and inspecting the damage, Bokue reached over and grabbed the collar of her dress.
A flash of golden light swept across it—and in the blink of an eye, the dress looked brand-new.
"Ooh~"
Sheila let out a soft gasp of admiration. But a moment later, she tilted her head in curiosity.
"That's… a pretty handy trick. But is that something Onmyōji magic can even do?"
"Nah, has nothing to do with Onmyōdō."
Bokue shook his head casually.
"It's something I figured out myself. The principle's kind of like atomic separation and Cellular Reconstruction. I'm not great with it yet, but it's super convenient for cleaning stuff."
"Cellular Reconstruction, huh?"
Sheila paused for a beat—then something clicked.
"Wait, if you can do that, couldn't you just make me new clothes from scratch?"
"Sadly, no."
Bokue spread his hands in a helpless shrug.
"Sure, I can turn spirit energy into fabric. But I don't know a damn thing about fashion design—so I can't convert that fabric into actual finished clothing."
Fair enough.
Since that was the case, Sheila obediently slipped the dress back on.
Seeing she was ready, Bokue didn't waste time. He turned to head for the door.
But he didn't get far before a succubus wife grabbed his arm from behind.
"Hold on a second! What's with the rush?"
"What do you mean 'what'? Weren't we going shopping?"
"Mmm~"
Sheila nearly choked on his bluntness.
"Yeah, I know. But right now, outside… Mio-sama and Mom have probably already eaten lunch and are napping. If we make too much noise, we'll get caught for sure. You don't want Mio finding out what just happened in that room the past three hours… do you?"
"…So what, then?"
"Just follow me~"
Sheila flashed a mischievous smile. Slipping on a pair of flat shoes over her white stockings, she made her way to the door, opened it, and stepped out.
The hallway outside was dead silent. Every door was closed—nap time, just like she guessed.
Bokue followed Sheila quietly down the corridor, all the way into the living room. As they passed through, his eyes flicked toward the massive sectional sofa—and the only one still sitting there was Zest.
When she saw Maria (Sheila) emerge from the room—with Bokue right behind—Zest froze, almost jumping up.
But Sheila just raised a finger to her lips with a calm, knowing smile.
"Zest~ I'm heading out with Bokue for a bit. Just something small, we'll be back soon. If Mio or Mom ask, let them know, okay?"
"Y-Yes, understood."
That was all. No explanations. No questions.
Zest silently watched as the two of them stepped into the elevator.
And only once the privacy door had closed and the elevator began its descent did Zest let her confusion surface—
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There wasn't much to say about the shopping trip.
This was Tokyo—Japan's most bustling commercial hub. Any random shopping street had more clothing stores than you could count.
Granted, a high school boy taking a little girl shopping for clothes was… questionable. But ever since the Underworld opened its borders, Humans had become a bit more educated.
Like: "That little demon girl who looks twelve? Yeah, she's probably older than your great-great-grandpa."
Demons could live for tens of thousands of years. Their appearances meant nothing. Horns on the head, tails out the back—if you didn't look fully human, anything was fair game.
So after picking out a few outfits at a local boutique just down the street from the hotel, they arrived at the final phase of their mission—
Underwear shopping.
To be fair, Maria (Sheila's) current body didn't really need undergarments. At most, she'd wear one of those tiny cropped tank tops that passed for a child's training bra.
But being a Succubus changed things. Just like her daughter Maria, she had a chest—surprisingly decent-sized, too.
Imagine Ai Haibara from Detective Conan. Her body might look like a first grader, but she has a chest.
So yeah—Sheila needed a couple tube tops, at least.
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Cut to the interior of the clothing store.
Right beneath the gentle hum of an air conditioner, Bokue sat on a black leather couch in the corner—clearly reserved for the boyfriends and poor souls dragged along on shopping trips.
"Looks like we just need to grab underwear now…"
Sheila flipped through the list of things they'd bought.
"I'll go pick some out first. Once I find something that fits, I'll have you come take a look~"
"Yeah, sure. Knock yourself out."
Bokue waved her off without a second thought.
Same as always—he had no idea what looked good, and if Maria liked it, that was good enough for him.
The Succubus skipped away, heading toward the lingerie section.
What exactly she picked, Bokue couldn't say.
But about two or three minutes later, a voice called out from the fitting rooms.
"Bokue~ Come help me for a sec!"
Bokue blinked.
…Now what?
No clue. But he stood up anyway and made his way over.
By the time he reached the fitting room, he saw the curtain pulled back just enough—maybe two fingers wide. He couldn't see what was happening inside, but he could tell someone was moving around.
"Maria? That you?"
"Ah… yeah, that's fine now."
Her voice drifted out softly, like she was speaking to him—or maybe just muttering to herself. And then…
A small, pale hand reached through the gap—grabbed him—and pulled him inside.
In the narrow, brightly lit fitting room, Sheila stood on a stool in full black lace—head to toe.
A Succubus's youthful body dressed in mature, sultry lingerie… the contrast hit like a truck.
And then Sheila did something even bolder.
She slid her hands down Bokue's chest, tracing lower… until her fingertips brushed the very edge of that small, dark fabric.
With flushed cheeks and a teasing bite of her lower lip, she smiled—
"So… want to try it right here?"
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