Misa's lips hovered just above Ren's throbbing cock, slick with her saliva, her breath hot against his skin. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she murmured, "Baby, I have a secret I want to tell you…"

Before Ren could respond, her hand darted forward, wrapping firmly around his shaft, pulling it free from her mouth with a wet pop. Ren's heart raced, his mind spinning. What is she—?

Suddenly, her palm glowed a vivid green, the light pulsing like a heartbeat. Ren's eyes widened as he noticed the potted plant nearby—one of its leaves withered, curling black under the same eerie glow.

A strange sensation coursed through him. The cum that had been surging up from his balls, ready to explode, reversed. It flowed back, sinking deep into him, not painful but… blissful. Like a warm, soothing wave cradling his entire body, the most comforting thing he'd ever felt.

"W-what the hell…?" Ren gasped, staring at Misa in shock.

Misa's face flushed, her eyes anxious yet determined. She lifted her head, biting her lip. "Yes, Ren," she whispered, her voice trembling with excitement. "I'm not just a healer for a B-rank party."

Ren's wasn't really surprised because he already knew, yet he acted surprised. "Misa..."

"Shhh." Misa pressed a finger to his lips, her glowing hand still gripping his cock, keeping him on the edge. "I was an S-ranked healer when I was a hunter. One of the best. I didn't just heal, baby. I went on the offensive, too. I was on the same level as Lan Xinyue."

Ren's mind reeled because now that was something he didn't expect. Lan Xinyue? His mouth opened, questions piling up, but Misa's finger silenced him again.

"Shush, baby," she purred, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Let Mommy do everything. You can ask questions later."

Her glowing hand tightened slightly, sending another pulse of that strange, euphoric energy through him. Ren groaned, his head falling back against the pillow. "Misa… fuck, what are you doing to me?"

Misa giggled, her anxiety melting into a wicked grin. "Just wait, baby. Mommy's gonna take such good care of you."

She leaned down, her tongue flicking teasingly over his tip, the green glow fading but the warmth lingering. "You have no idea how much I've been holding back," she murmured, her lips brushing against him. "All this power… and I've been dying to use it on you."

Ren's hands gripped the sheets, his voice hoarse. "Misa, you're… you're insane."

"Oh, baby," she cooed, her eyes glinting with pride. "You haven't seen anything yet."

Her hand began to move, slow and deliberate, each stroke laced with that strange, comforting magic. Ren's breath hitched, his body trembling under her touch. "Goddamn… don't stop," he begged, his voice raw.

"Never," Misa whispered, her lips curling into a smirk. "Mommy's just getting started."

She climbed back up, straddling him again. The sheer towel lay discarded on the tatami, forgotten. Misa was gloriously naked, skin flushed rose-gold in the lantern light, droplets still clinging to the curve of her collarbone.

Her dark hair tumbled loose, framing breasts that rose and fell with each quick breath. Ren's eyes devoured her—every inch, every tremble.

Ren was slick from the oil, hard and aching. Misa's gaze locked on his, wicked and tender all at once. "My boy is all ready for me?" she whispered.

"God, yes," Ren rasped.

She guided him to her entrance, the blunt head nudging slick folds. Slowly—agonizingly—she sank down. Inch by thick inch, her heat swallowed him. They both groaned, the sound raw in the quiet room. Misa's lashes fluttered; her lips parted on a silent cry as he filled her completely.

"Perfect," she sighed, voice trembling with wonder. "So… perfect. I can mold your penis to my curves."

Ren's hands clamped her waist, thumbs pressing into soft skin. The low table creaked beneath them, wood protesting each tiny shift. Misa rolled her hips—slow, deliberate circles that dragged him along every sensitive ridge inside her. Lantern light painted molten gold across her breasts as they bounced gently, nipples tight and dark.

She leaned forward, nipples brushing his chest like sparks. Her mouth found his—messy, desperate, tongues sliding in a rhythm that matched the grind below. Ren tasted oil and salt and her. He couldn't get enough.

"Touch me," she gasped against his lips. "Everywhere. Don't stop."

His palms obeyed instantly, gliding up her ribs to cup heavy breasts which was not something ordinary in this world but Misa had come to like it aftert Ren did it to her other day.

Thumbs circled stiff peaks; Misa arched with a whimper. She rode him harder, thighs flexing, the slap of skin growing louder. The room filled with wet sounds, her broken cries, his low moans.

"Ren—Ren—" Her walls fluttered, clenching like a fist. She came with a full-body shudder, nails raking red lines down his shoulders. Head thrown back, throat exposed, she looked like a goddess claiming worship.

Ren lasted three more thrusts. Pleasure snapped up his spine; he spilled inside her with a hoarse cry, hips jerking. Misa collapsed onto his chest, both of them panting, sweat cooling between their bodies.

After a moment, she kissed the hinge of his jaw, lazy and smug. "Told you I give good massages."

Ren laughed, the sound ragged. "This is the best massage ever."

"My beautiful boy." She nuzzled the damp skin of his neck, arms looping possessively around his shoulders. "And we're just getting started."

Outside, cicadas droned in the summer dark. Inside, the lanterns flickered lower, casting long shadows that danced across their joined bodies. The ryokan's walls were thick cedar. No one would hear.

Much later—minutes or hours, time had melted—they slipped into the private outdoor spring. Steam curled off the water like incense. Smooth stones lined the pool; moonlight silvered the surface. Ren sank to his shoulders with a sigh, every muscle loose, skin still tingling.

Misa was right behind Ren. She pressed against his back, breasts soft against his spine, arms sliding around his waist. Her chin settled on his shoulder; warm breath tickled his ear.

"Never thought it would come to this," she murmured, voice honey-thick with wonder. "You and me. Like this. You were always and temptation to me once you became an adult...but I never wanted to make a move on you."

Ren's lips curved, but the smile felt brittle. He stared at the moon's reflection, rippling whenever Misa's fingers traced idle circles on his stomach. She hadn't let go once since the table—not to rinse oil, not to fetch towels, not even to breathe. Her grip stayed light, affectionate… and absolute.

"Mmm," he answered, noncommittal.

Misa's arms tightened a fraction. "Remember the first time you came to me? You were crying because you lost your family and I took you as a duty rather than love." Her laugh was soft, almost shy. "But now...now I can't even imagine what it would be like not having you in my life."

Ren's pulse stuttered. He tried to shift; her embrace adjusted instantly, keeping him pinned. The water lapped at his collarbone.

"Misa…"

"Shh." She kissed the shell of his ear. "Just let me hold you. I finally have you—really have you—and I'm never letting go."

The words should have been sweet. Instead, ice trickled down Ren's spine. He felt the shift: the way her fingers splayed across his ribs like brands, the faint tremor in her thighs bracketing his hips. Possessive. Hungry.

So it begins, he thought, staring at the moon. She's going to be my first yandere.

He swallowed. "Misa, the water's getting cool. Maybe we should—"

"No." The refusal was gentle, singsong. "We have all night. All week. All year, if I want." Her teeth grazed his shoulder—not quite a bite, but a promise. "You're mine now, Ren. Say it."

His laugh came out shaky. "You're intense tonight."

"I'm in love," she corrected, as if it explained everything. "And love makes everything simple. I want you. I want have your babies. I made sure every single drop of cum you released inside me is alive today so I will get pregnant. Let's make a big family."

Ren closed his eyes. The goddess's 'blessing' hummed under his skin like a second heartbeat.

Every woman who fell or fall for him will be twisted the same way: devotion sharpened into obsession, affection into ownership. Misa had been the last person he expected.

He was wrong. More than anyone she had the most reason to love Ren to the death.

Her hand drifted lower, fingers curling around him beneath the water. He was half-hard again; her touch coaxed him the rest of the way with lazy confidence.

"See?" she whispered. "Your body knows. It wants to stay right here, with me, forever."

Ren's breath hitched. Pleasure sparked despite the worry pooling in his gut. "Misa, you said you wanted to make confession?"

"Oh my confession!" She turned his chin with wet fingers, forcing him to meet her eyes. They were huge, luminous, edged with something fever-bright. "I don't want to hide anything from you, my love."

Ren was curious about what she was going to say, but what came out of her mouth was something he didn't expect at all.

"Ren, as you might have noticed... our male population is slowly shrinking. It used to be around twenty percent, but this year it dropped to eighteen," Misa said quietly, her voice carrying a strange weight. "Most people don't realize it yet, but if this continues, we're heading toward extinction. Slowly, silently, we're fading out."

Ren blinked, unsure if he heard her right. Extinction? The word echoed in his mind like a curse.

Misa's gaze drifted away, eyes clouded with something between fear and determination. "Back when I was still working in the dungeon division, I was approached by a friend—someone who, at the time, was the Director of a certain secret government initiative called Project Balance. She offered me a position under her, said it was something that could 'save humanity.' I didn't believe her then."

She paused, her lips trembling slightly before forcing a faint smile. "Long story short... I'm now the Director of that project. Its goal is simple but dangerous—to restore the balance between men and women by increasing the male population. It sounds noble, but the reality..." She exhaled shakily. "The reality is terrifying. Religious factions oppose us, extremist groups call us heretics, and even many women see us as traitors to nature itself."

"I've done many experiments that weren't humane. I'm a sinner, Ren. The Misa you see in your daily life isn't the real me."

Her next words fell like a hammer blow. "But if I don't continue this work, Ren... humanity as we know it will vanish. We will go extinct but that's not the reason why I am doing this anymore. I wanted this project because I don't want them to treat you like a breeding stallion. Your cum should only be mine, Ren. Your children should only be mine. I won't let anyone else get pregnant by your precious cum...my sweet boy!"

One thing Ren realized was that this woman had always been a little crazy when it came to him, but now that her romantic feelings had fully bloomed, she was showing them to him without any fear. "This is going to be tough," he muttered.

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