201: Form A Bond 201: Form A Bond Kouhei blinked rapidly, his vision still adjusting as he instinctively turned his head, scanning the unfamiliar space.
The sensation of being suddenly pulled from one place to another—like reality itself had shifted beneath his feet—left him montarily dizzy.
“Kouhei-kun,” Yuuna’s voice called out gently, grounding him.
Her voice was calm and composed, but there was a soft curiosity beneath it.
“Did you and Hina make up during your date earlier?” “Uh, well… we did,” Kouhei replied, rubbing his cheek with his fingertips.
His eyes shifted slightly away, a faint heat rising in his face.
The sheepish gesture revealed both embarrassnt and fondness lingering from earlier.
“Fufufu… That’s wonderful to hear,” Yuuna said, her chuckle elegant and airy, like a breeze brushing through cherry blossoms.
“You know, Hina is dealing with a lot of unfamiliar emotions right now—feelings that are completely new to her.
Please, try to be gentle and patient with her.
Even though she’s an Empath, she’s still learning what it ans to feel.
When I first t her, Hina was practically void of emotions.
She didn’t even understand what it ant to be happy or sad.” Kouhei nodded quietly.
He already knew that Hina hadn’t always been the way she was now.
Back in the past, her deanor was so frigid and unapproachable that people had dubbed her the Ice Princess.
Her presence alone could send a chill down your spine, and her words—sharp, emotionless, and distant—could freeze even the most persistent suitor in place.
Kouhei once believed that coldness was simply a defense chanism, sothing born from her nature as a succubus.
After all, Hina’s power was terrifying.
Anyone who so much as touched her could be thrown into a sudden orgasm—and prolonged contact?
That could literally push a person to death, consud in an endless climax they couldn’t escape from.
She couldn’t control that overwhelming power back then, and the thought of harming others made her isolate herself even further.
But apparently… it wasn’t just her powers.
Hina had truly been emotionally frozen.
“When I first tried to recruit her, it was nearly impossible,” Yuuna continued, her eyes glazing over with distant recollection.
“She barely acknowledged .
So indifferent, so cold…
It felt like I was speaking to a statue.
No matter what I said, it never reached her.
It took a hundred attempts—literally—before she even gave the ti of day.
And that was only the beginning.
Convincing her to talk was just one hurdle.
Actually recruiting her?
That was sothing else entirely.” There was a softness in Yuuna’s tone now, like she was recalling a story both exhausting and precious.
The mory clung to her voice, revealing the effort she had poured into it.
“Hina, at that point in ti, couldn’t feel anything,” Yuuna said slowly.
“She didn’t understand emotions.
It was as though her heart had been sealed away behind an impenetrable wall.
She reminded so much of myself.” Kouhei turned to her, frowning slightly.
“Like you, Yuuna-san?” “Yes,” Yuuna answered with a faint nod, her gaze distant.
“I was raised with a single purpose—to beco the lady of the Sarushima household.
That role demanded perfection.
My mother told I needed only to be presentable.
Elegant.
Proper.
The only thing I had to do, she said, was to smile.
Smile beautifully, warmly, gracefully.
That was the extent of what I was taught.” She took a breath.
“I wasn’t allowed to feel.
Emotions were dismissed as distractions.
Inconveniences.
My mother insisted they were useless—that I had no need for them.
So I stopped trying to feel anything.
I only smiled, just like she told .” A pause lingered between them.
“In hindsight,” she went on, “everyone in the Yuuna Faction is like that in so way.
We’re all people with broken pieces.
Just like Hina and I didn’t understand emotions until we t you, the others—Nagisa, Aria, Misuzu, Kozue… they all carry their own scars.
Their own faults.
That’s why we were called the Faction of Defects.” To Kouhei, both Yuuna and Hina had always seed flawless—composed, stunning, even enigmatic.
But now, he saw the cracks beneath their surfaces.
The buried pain.
The humanity they had long been denied.
“I plan to help Hina-san experience every emotion she can,” Kouhei said firmly, his voice ringing with quiet resolve.
“And of course… I plan to do the sa for you.” Yuuna looked at him, a soft glimr dancing in her eyes.
“Thank you, Kouhei-kun.” The mont lingered between them, warm and sincere.
But just as the silence settled, a blinding flash of light suddenly burst forth from the floor nearby.
The light surged upward, its brilliance montarily engulfing the room like a miniature sun, forcing Kouhei to lift his arm and shield his eyes.
Then—just as quickly as it had co—it vanished.
Standing there now, where the light had erupted, were two figures.
Kouhei’s breath caught in his throat as he stared at them, eyes wide in shock.
He knew them.
He definitely knew them.
“A-Amiya-sensei…?” he blurted, the words stumbling from his lips.
“Yuuna-san… is Amiya-sensei a demon…?” Yuuna turned toward him and smiled, her expression playful yet knowing.
She didn’t speak—she simply winked.
That one simple gesture said it all.
Amiya Kyouka, their horoom teacher… was a demon.
This was the first ti Kouhei had ever learned the truth.
His mind reeled at the revelation.
And standing beside her—was Sugisawa Masaki.
“Good evening, Okumura-kun,” the woman greeted softly, her voice as composed as her posture.
She bowed with practiced grace, her long hair cascading over her shoulders like a velvet curtain, brushing the front of her uniform.
Kouhei’s throat tightened as he swallowed, the room suddenly feeling heavier.
Masaki.
The na alone was enough to stir bitter mories.
This wasn’t just any woman.
This was soone who had once tried to end his life without hesitation.
And more than that, she was directly connected to Souichiro, Yuuna’s older brother—the man currently locked in a brutal faction war against her.
If she was here now, and Yuuna hadn’t reacted violently…
That could only an one thing.
“You don’t have to worry, Kouhei-kun,” Yuuna spoke calmly, cutting through the tense silence with her soothing voice.
“Masaki is not our enemy.
Not anymore.
Isn’t that right, Masaki?” “Y-Yes,” Masaki answered quickly, nodding as her expression turned regretful.
“As shaful as it is to admit, I once betrayed Yuuna-sama…
but I’ve returned.
I’ve rejoined the Yuuna Faction.” Kouhei blinked.
“Rejoined?” he repeated, his brows knitting in confusion.
“Masaki was actually the very first mber to join when I founded the Yuuna Faction,” Yuuna explained.
“She stood by my side when I took my first steps toward independence.
But…
Souichiro didn’t approve.
He wanted to cut off completely and erase any support I had.
So, he stole Masaki away from by threatening her.
He used her sister as a hostage and forced her into obedience.
That’s why she tried to kill you back then, Kouhei-kun.” “I’m truly sorry for what happened back then, Okumura-kun!” Masaki suddenly cried out, her voice trembling with raw emotion.
She dropped into a deep bow, her body folding at an almost perfect ninety-degree angle.
Her clenched fists trembled at her sides as she held her breath.
“I am…
deeply sorry!” “I-It’s fine now, Sugisawa-san,” Kouhei replied, his voice soft but steady.
He looked at her, seeing not an assassin, but a broken woman trying to right a wrong.
“Now that I understand the circumstances behind your actions, I don’t hold it against you.
Honestly…
if I were in your shoes, I might’ve done the sa.
So, yes.
I forgive you.” Masaki lifted her head slowly, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
The muscles around her lips twitched as if she were struggling to keep herself from crying.
She bowed her head again, this ti in gratitude.
Yuuna, standing silently nearby, watched the exchange with a warm, almost maternal smile.
Relief was clear in her eyes, as if she had been holding her breath and finally let it out.
But Kyouka, ever the pragmatic one, took a step forward.
Her tone was clear, her posture firm, and her presence commanding enough to break the sentintal silence like glass.
“Now then, Yuuna,” Kyouka said, her gaze sharp and inquisitive.
“I suppose it’s ti for you to explain why exactly you’ve gathered us here.” Yuuna had called her earlier this evening, requesting her presence—and insisting she bring Masaki along.
When the two of them had arrived, they were surprised to see Kouhei already waiting with Yuuna.
The pieces didn’t quite fit together for Kyouka yet.
There was a purpose behind all this, but she hadn’t grasped it.
Yuuna didn’t hesitate.
Her expression turned serious as she spoke.
“I’ll get straight to the point.
I want both of you to form a bond with Kouhei-kun.” Form a bond.
That phrase had a deeper aning in this context.
Kouhei possessed a unique ability—one that allowed him to enhance the strength of anyone he shared a aningful connection with.
The closer the bond, the more potent the power-up.
“F-Form a bond?
Are you saying…!?” Kyouka’s eyes widened, her voice nearly faltering from the implications.
There was another way to gain strength.
Yuuna and a few others had utilized a technique known as Love Link.
A surge of overwhelming power coursed through both parties, but it only manifested through one specific act: sex.
“It’s not the Love Link, Kyouka, so you don’t have to worry,” Yuuna said quickly, sensing her thoughts.
“I just want the two of you to forge a deep bond with Kouhei-kun.
Nothing more, nothing less.” Even without the sexual elent of Love Link, the bond would still yield a noticeable increase in power.
It wouldn’t be as overwhelming, but in the middle of an all-out war against Souichiro’s forces, every advantage mattered.
Yuuna’s strategy was clear—strengthen her allies in every possible way.
She turned to Kouhei, her eyes eting his.
“Are you okay with this, Kouhei-kun?” Kouhei straightened his posture, nodding without hesitation.
His eyes were determined and focused.
“Of course,” he answered.
“If my power can be used to help us win this war, then I’ll gladly offer whatever I can.”
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