THE TRIALS: Path Toward Godhood. (warning: MATURE CONTENT)

The next morning, Kuroha, who had his eyes closed to get some rest, opened them and looked around the room.

Faint sunlight entered the room from the window, illuminating the room.

Looking at Himiko who was still soundly sleeping in his arms, he couldn't help but let out an affectionate smile and had to give his all to kiss her, since he feared that he would wake her up.

The clothes she wore yesterday for their little play had been folded and carefully put aside after being washed. He also made sure that all traces of blood from her were wiped out.

All in all, the aftercare he provided her was in no way inferior to what he did for Momo. The only difference being that Himiko was a little wilder than Momo.

Deciding that he needed a shower, he teleported to just a few meters away from her. This was easy since this room was basically his territory and that he had put more than one mark here.

Himiko always insisted that he keep spare clothes and such in her room. As such he already had his own soap and toothbrush. 

As she put the toothpaste on his brush and began brushing his teeth, he couldn't help but think about how crazy their night yesterday's had been.

----FLASHBACK

(AN: Lol, I am sure some guys thought that I skipped the smut scene; Don't fear. Just take it as a little prank. Since I initially wanted to do way worse. Now enjoy)

Kuroha was a rather tall guy compared to Himiko's less than 160 cm body in his arms. The difference was even more apparent.

 

While Himiko had completely frozen up, Kuroha was assertive. He sat cross-legged on the bed and held her on top of one leg.

 

She had fallen silent as soon as he held her close and she was tense to the point of trembling. It was truly different from the usually bold Himiko. He gently rubbed her back.

 

He had removed the babydoll, but kept her in only wore her underwear, so he could naturally touch a wide part of her smooth bare skin.

 

He had recently been in a physical relationship with Mirko and then went all the way with Momo; but still, holding this girl in his hand, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous as he marveled at her beauty.

Even more so because he didn't just want to stick his penis and be done with it. He wanted to make it special for her.

 

Well, he remembered that teasing with words was also a rather effective way of making her more into the mood. His fingertips moved along the nape of her neck.

 

"Ever since then, I've thought your skin is so pretty."

 

"Nhh…"

 

It must have tickled because the girl wrinkled her brow. Each of her little reactions were so cute.

 

"And your hair is pretty too. …Wow, it's so smooth. It's even better than I imagined."

 

His hand went from her neck to her hair as he said so, Himiko generally had her hair tied, but once untied; they were rather nice to touch. He had never really thought about it, but her hair was as smooth as silk.

 

His heart pounded at the sensation of his fingers sliding from the roots to the tips of the hair.

 

"It smells so nice…nn."

 

He narrowed his eyes at the scent wafting from her hair and kissed the top of her head.

 

Mixed in with the sweet scent of her hair was the sweet and sour scent coming from her healthy scalp.

 

As Kuroha lost himself in stroking her hair and kissing the top of her head, Himiko's behavior gradually calmed down.

 

The confusion left her vivid blue eyes and a blank dampness filled them.

 

Her frozen spine also relaxed.

 

She relaxed like a puppy, rather like a kitten being groomed and she leaned against Kuroha.

 

"Himiko, do you like having your head rubbed?"

 

"Eh…?"

 

He asked about what he sensed from the way she clung to him.

 

She seemed to hesitate for a bit and her eyes darted about with a film of tears over them.

 

"I-I don't know. No one's ever done it before."

 

Her voice was scratchy.

 

No one had ever rubbed her head before. Kuroha knew about the misfortune in her past, so it was hard for him to hear. Even he only patted it a little from time to time in the past. 

 

But he could tell from her body's reaction that she liked this.

 

The way she rubbed her face against his chest and looked up at him told him she viewed it positively.

 

"Then I'll do it a little longer."

 

"Ah…o-okay."

 

He rubbed not just her hair but her smooth cheeks, earlobes, and nape of the neck.

 

Each time, she gained the unfocused expression of a sleepy four-year-old.

 

The room's…no, their atmosphere was changing. If the atmosphere had a color, the room would be bathed in pink right now.

 

The more he touched her, the more curious he became. As such he began to caress her forehead, eyes, or even lips.

 

(Himiko's mouth is so soft.)

 

He tickled her light pink lower lip. They looked so tasty. He wanted to kiss her so much, so he held her cheeks between his hands and slowly brought his face in close.

 

"…? Nn…"

 

She noticed him moving his face in close, but she did not try to escape.

 

Her damp eyes waited for him to approach.

 

"Ahh…"

 

"~"

 

He placed his lips over her smooth and pleasantly pliant ones.

 

He sucked on the top and bottom pink lips as if he was providing an intense massage.

 

"Ahn, ahn, h-hey, wait."

 

He stuck his tongue on the line between top and bottom and rubbed it back and forth.

 

The breaths mixed with Himiko's complaints were surprisingly mature sounding and had a strong floral sweetness.

 

They led him to move his tongue tip more and more boldly.

 

"Ahh… Wait, be gentler. I am still not used to-…nnnn."

 

But Kuroha did not stop. How could he? She was sweet. So timid, so lovely. The more she reacted like this the hotter the fire inside of him burned.

"Ahn, ah, nn, nkh."

 

She had no experience at all with this, so she had trouble breathing at first. She was at the mercy of the boy's tongue, her small nose twitched, and breathing was the most she could manage.

 

But she gradually got used to it and her breathing calmed.

 

"Nn…nph, kfhh…"

 

It was such an intense kiss that her breaths were already tinged with pleasure.

 

"Hahhh…"

 

The girl broke free of the kiss with a loud wet sound. She seemed to have gone entirely limp. She leaned weakly against him and curled up in his lap.

 

"*Pant*…*pant*… Stupid Kuroha"

 

"Ah…ah ha haha . Sorry. I got carried away."

 

Himiko's face was so red she seemed to have a fever and she was trying to raise her eyebrows in annoyance.

 

The boy smiled at the mismatch of her dignified eyebrows and her seductively damp eyes and he brought a hand back to her hair to put her back in a good mood.

 

He gently rubbed her head.

 

"Nn…h-honestly."

 

She tried to hide it, but she closed her eyes as if she liked it. Kuroha couldn't help but feel like he was holding a kitten on his lap. A crazy murdering kitten but still a kitten. The way she curled down was so adorable.

 

He moved his fingertips from her hair to her back and stroked downwards along her spine.

 

The lengthy and passionate kiss had apparently made her entire body sensitive. The girl arched her back and her slender waist twisted left and right to escape as his fingers continued down.

 

"…Himiko."

 

He had gone for her back on a mischievous whim, but he thoroughly enjoyed her reaction.

 

He stopped his hand just above her pelvis, tilted his head, and asked her if he could continue.

 

Himiko got down from his lap and lay down as if wrapping herself in the sheets. She must have known what he meant because her eyebrows bent for a complicated expression.

 

She finally nodded.

 

"Ahhhhn~"

 

Her butt stuck out a fair bit from her slender waist, but she was a small girl and he could easily squeeze both cheeks with one hand.

 

He rubbed his hand all over the butt so tightly contained in her small beautiful red lacy panties.

 

"Nhah…ah, hyah, nnah…your hand is so…dirty…I wonder where you learned it."

 

Even though Himiko protested in a quiet and strained voice Kuroha was smart enough to not answer such a trap question. 

What's more, he had more important things to do. Such as massaging this beautiful ass. He couldn't help but lose himself a little as he continued digging his fingers into a sensation more supple than soft.

 

Still, this wasn't enough. He wanted more, but It was too soon for directly attacking her lower part. He could already feel a damp sensation on his leg, but he opted to not point her and embarrass her further.

As such, he asked, 

"Can I remove this?", While pointedly staring at her bra.

He asked a little at each step because it was important that the girl had a feeling of control; in the situation. When you cared about her and didn't just want to fuck her and be done with it, giving her occasion to back down could make the relationship stronger and firmer, no matter if she took it or not.

Of course, there was a difference between asking while acting like a pussy, and simply being careful. The later one was cool and gave a reliable feeling. The first one would just make the girl tenser for nothing and transform a beautiful occasion into something stressful.

Himiko, hearing this, simply nodded her head, while hiding her face in his chest. Himiko’s body stiffened and she closed her eyes shut. Her throat made a gulping sound as she said

“Fe, feel free .”

Kuroha didn't need to be told this two times. His hand stripped off the single piece of cloth that barely protected the upper part of her body. The appearance of Himiko just like when she was born appeared. The only thing still protecting her dignity was her panty, but they wouldn’t last long either.

There was not a single blemish on that white skin with thin pigment. There was also the sign of faint pink coloring on her breasts that were slightly swelling up.

“Ho, how is it -? My breasts aren’t too small right? it’s not strange isn’t it ?”

Himiko kept her eyes shut and raised her voice determinedly. Kuroha smiled and caressed her head. He could perfectly understand why she raised this question, as such, he decided to reassure her,

“It’s fine. You are so beautiful. I do not care for the difference in size. Only the person.”

Even though she didn’t really believe it, she was really happy with his words. After all Momo's glamorous body had always been a sore point in her heart. Looking at her half-naked self that was embraced tightly by the man she loved, Himiko’s face became heated and it felt like steam was going to come out from her head.

“Himiko, I’m now going to do even more erotic things to you. I hope you're ready.”

In the end, she could only nod. The night was still long.