Miss Heir wasn't very kind to me.

Chapter 320, Section 6: "The Mark of Love"

A faint breeze wafted through the quiet room, lifting the corners of the snow-white sheets, as if they were floating on a restless surface of water.

It's unclear whether this is a wave stirred up by a ship on the water, or the aftershock of a ship that has already sailed away.

The evening breeze in Songshan is a bit strong tonight.

However, the wrinkled sheets are not faithful to the shape of the wind; as the wind weakens and subsides, the fabric continues to tremble.

The white quilt was wrinkled, and the shallow horizontal grooves filled the darkness.

This was a sound even fainter than the wind, a movement that spread like ripples across the entire bed, producing a sound like the swaying of short bamboo leaves.

But Mio couldn't feel any of this. She felt the entire ceiling shaking, and her body was already falling over like dough.

The voice, the breath, the color, and the scent that belonged to Masumi were firmly planted into her body, as if transplanted.

It grows secretly from some hidden corner, until it spreads throughout the body and scorches the internal organs.

……

"I am so happy."

In the dim light, Mio buried her face in Masumi's neck and whispered softly, as if taking a break between games.

The scent of her hair gently brushed past her nostrils, and even Masumi could clearly feel her heart pounding in her chest.

"Ok?"

"I'm so happy that we can have this moment together."

Her breath seemed to seep into Masumi's neck.

“We love each other, trust each other, and have no doubts. Nothing has ever made me as happy as I have ever been.”

Her weight and body temperature were transmitted throughout her body through contact.

It is both soft and warm.

"Me too."

Masumi responded with a gentle smile, holding Mio in her arms and showering her with tenderness.

Mio's sweat-soaked forehead and nose, her flushed body from rising body temperature, and her beautiful blonde hair disheveled on the sheets were all incredibly alluring to Masumi.

"Speaking of which, Mio really likes kisses."

No matter the position, Mio would kiss him with the feelings she loved most.

It was always such a tender feeling, but the emotions were different from before, and the difference wasn't just in Masumi's emotions.

Last autumn, at Ikaho Shrine, the list of lovers that Mio wrote on the "Kainuko no Uta" ema was completed one by one by the two of them in order.

"Yes, I like to experience Masumi this way."

Mio rubbed her cheek against Masumi's chest, her pupils still flickering with fragments of lust, before revealing a subtle smile.

Her lips, always adorned with vibrant colors, faded to a soft peach-pink after a passionate kiss. Her delicate contours seemed to swell and spread wetly, a seductive allure that sent shivers down one's spine.

She hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

Do you think it's funny that you're afraid of pain? Or do you feel bad for Masumi because you've been suffering from pain all this time?

"That was amazing... My mind went completely blank..."

"Now that I'm saying this, I should apologize."

Masumi looked guilty.

"Mio, um, are you alright?"

"Hmm? What does Masumi mean?"

"There's been a lot of blood."

"Ah, Masumi was worried about my health the first thing? I'm so happy."

Mio smiled, her eyes crinkling as if she were savoring happiness.

"Although I wanted to say it's okay, I didn't want to lie to Masumi so easily."

She answered him in a gentle voice that conveyed no sense of hypocrisy.

Mio's voice was delicate and soft, like a wisp of smoke, lingering in the heart and making one restless.

Masumi inhaled the delicate fragrance of Mio's hair, and couldn't resist reaching out to stroke its smooth strands. Mio felt Masumi's touch and slowly said:

"Your hands feel so good."

"Mio's hair too."

Mio's sudden silence stirred Masumi's heart. He rubbed his cheek against Mio's seaweed-like long hair, and for a moment, he was reluctant to leave.

Mio obediently tilted her head and nestled against Masumi's neck, letting Masumi stroke her.

Their docile demeanor reminded them of the enchanting moment they had just shared.

Mio is like a dog exposing its belly, signifying submission. She responds to the pleasure bestowed upon her by constantly barking, just to please her owner.

Even though she was in so much pain that she couldn't speak, she still used the last bit of strength in her body to give him everything she had, even though Masumi was planning to give up.

She might really be a little "sick".

Even though Masumi had clearly rejected her and cut off all contact with her, she still traveled thousands of miles to chase after her.

Even if Masumi says she doesn't like her anymore and won't commit to a relationship with her, she will stay by Masumi's side and make Masumi like her again.

But Masumi didn't, because there was only one Masumi in this world, only one Masumi who would care about her and consider her.

There are so many people in this world, yet she happened to meet a boy who was full of contradictions.

She's both deeply affectionate and fickle... both innocent and meticulous... what is the true nature of Masumi?

Her heart had already been stirred up by the other person...

Mio felt as if Masumi had transformed into a gentle breeze, wafting in from a visible corner, quietly seeping into her limbs and bones, making every nerve throb with joy and excitement.

She let Masumi hug her; the embrace, so tight it felt like his body was pressed into her chest, allowed her to truly feel his presence, along with his warmth and breath.

At the closest distance, I enveloped my entire body with the greatest force, and the turbulent emotions in my heart gradually calmed down.

"...Would you like to take a bath?"

Mio nodded slightly.

"So be it."

Despite saying that, she showed no intention of moving.

"Mio?"

"I feel a bit exhausted and have no energy."

"so."

Masumi responded with understanding.

Although Mio has boundless enthusiasm, she is unfortunately limited by her physical condition. Based on Masumi's experience so far, her physical strength is probably the worst.

"Then, I'll carry Mio."

"Yes, thank you for your help, Masumi."

Mio let out a faint, almost inaudible sound from her lips.

This blonde beauty looks tall, but she is actually very light.

Because of her good proportions, she wasn't heavy to hold. When Masumi pressed her slender body against the bathroom wall, she felt light and weightless.

If you kiss her, soft sounds will escape from between her teeth, and with the slightest force, her toes will curl tightly together.

The bathroom in the room has a separate wet and dry area. First, heat the water in the bathtub, then add bath salts. Finally, after taking a shower, bubbles are already rising to the surface of the water.

"Today is probably the happiest day of my life. Being able to be so close to Masumi like this is wonderful."

The sweet voice melted deep in her ears. Masumi stepped into the bathtub first, followed closely by Mio.

The bathtub was so small that it was difficult to even stretch out one's legs. For two people to soak in it, they would have to be pressed tightly together.

The two managed to adjust their positions so that their backs were against the bathtub, eventually sitting face-to-face.

Like piecing together building blocks or puzzle pieces with their own bumps and hollows, Masumi and Mio squeezed together, and a smooth and tender touch spread across his body.

Mio, with her bare feet painted crimson, rested them on Masumi's chest and suddenly asked:
"Will Masumi take a bath with other girls like this afterward?"

The unexpected question froze Masumi's expression.

"Huh? Why is Mio suddenly asking this kind of question?"

"Masumi, don't think I'm easy to fool. After all, we're under the same roof, and I've noticed something."

"Huh! So Mio heard everything from next door..." "Heared?"

Mio keenly noticed the word, and her eyes widened slightly.

Oh no! Masumi thought to herself, "This is bad."

I was tricked out of my sight.

"I only noticed that Wei Lai looked strange with a flushed face a couple of days ago, so I asked her what happened, and that's how I found out that you did this kind of thing with that philandering cat and her daughter!"

As Mio spoke, she grabbed Masumi's arm, as if in an interrogation pose.

"why did not you tell me?"

"No, there's no way to explain this kind of thing openly."

Masumi's gaze wandered aimlessly in the air... "I'm going to spend tonight with Rinne and Kaigetsu..." This didn't seem quite right.

"..."

After a moment, Mio lowered her eyes and sighed in resignation.

"Although I've finally taken this step with Masumi as I wished, the thought that I'm not the only one, or even the first one, still makes me feel really down."

She puffed out her snow-white cheeks as if she were sulking, her slender fingertips, as delicate as a fledgling bird's, tracing the shape of Masumi's arm.

Mio's words left Masumi speechless for a moment, her Adam's apple trembling slightly in bewilderment.

Lovers both want to receive each other's unique love and to be special in each other's eyes.

The girls gave this to Masumi, but Masumi couldn't give them a one-on-one response.

Even so, Masumi had no regrets. He would only keep this guilt in his heart and make up his mind to make every girl happy.

Prove it not with words, but with actions.

Unable to know the complex emotions swirling within Masumi's heart, Mio spoke as if to fill the silence:
"...In that case, I will have to leave special proof for Masumi."

"Huh? Proof?"

Masumi was taken aback, then saw Mio reach out and wrap her arms around the back of his neck, pressing her slender, beautiful, snow-white body tightly against him.

He could see his reflection in her eyes.

then……

"I bite."

"babble!?"

Mio parted her lips and, like an elegant blonde vampire beauty, gently bit Masumi's neck.

I've unlocked another flavor of Masumi.

Mio adjusted her strength and left a small, neat tooth mark on Masumi's neck.

"Huh?!"

Caught off guard, Masumi didn't even have time to struggle; she could only freeze and let out a helpless scream.

Mio released her teeth with satisfaction, leaving a perfect bite mark between Masumi's neck and shoulder.

"Mio...?"

"This is the 'Mark of Love' that I placed on Masumi."

She narrowed her obsidian-like eyes, a dazed expression on her face, as she traced the outline of Masumi's "Mark of Love" scar with her finger.

"Having this proves that there is something special between Masumi and me, something that is different from other girls."

"Is this so?"

Masumi let out a doting sigh.

"Then, Mio, can you forgive me now...?"

"Not good! Or rather... not enough!"

After saying this decisively, Mio suddenly leaned closer to her cheek, this time to the other side of her neck.

Bite again.

"Ee-hmm!"

Masumi cried out in pain.

The freshly made, clearly visible crescent-shaped bite mark.

Mio wanted to leave this mark forever, so she bit down a little harder.

Looking at the symmetrical scars, Mio nodded with satisfaction.

Very good, very beautiful marks.

Staring at the bite marks she had left behind, Mio couldn't help but feel a sense of "possessing Masumi for herself".

This feeling brought her the highest level of satisfaction.

Rinne, did you see that? Your favorite Masumi has been bitten and marked by me!

Is that enough?

Masumi gave a wry smile and a helpless expression. Such a conspicuous mark would definitely make Rinne or other girls angry if they saw it.

It seems I'll have to be extra careful tomorrow.

"...Yes, that's enough."

A mischievous smile appeared on Mio's lips, a few strands of golden hair clinging to her cheeks.

Masumi quietly reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from hers.

When Masumi touched her cheek, the heat from her fingertips made Mio quietly lower her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings.

"Masumi, you...?"

Masumi leaned forward and breathed softly into Mio's ear.

"Um……"

She shifted her body slightly.

Then, her expression, which had been gentle and smiling, began to reveal a hint of sentimentality.

"Here...?"

Masumi responded by gently biting her earlobe with her lips.

Mio seemed to feel itchy and chuckled.

Mio wants to possess Masumi, her lover, and make him her own.

Since, at least for tonight, let's respond to her expectations.

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After their tender moment, Mio lay exhausted on the bed, feeling completely dazed.

She initially thought Masumi had done everything he wanted to do... but later realized it was simply because she lacked sufficient experience...

"You must be tired today, Mio."

Masumi spoke softly, giving her a light peck on her slightly sweaty forehead.

"Now you should rest well. Do you want to lie in my arms, or should I lie in yours?"

"Could I... have both...?"

Masumi no longer pressed her warm body against her as before, making Mio feel a chill all over her body.

But Masumi reached out a hand at just the right moment and held her palm tightly; that warmth made Mio feel very comfortable.

It was as if Masumi was conveying all her warmth through her fingertips.

"Oh, that's a good idea."

The two then lent each other their hands as pillows.

It's difficult and awkward to cross your arms, but you can feel the weight of your head and the softness of your arms at the same time.

Taking turns might be a good idea, but that's not romantic.

Moreover, Mio doesn't seem to have the energy to keep struggling.

Masumi rested her head on her arm, and Mio's soft blonde hair tickled his skin.

The night was quiet, and Masumi obediently let the renewed sleepiness take over her body.

(End of this chapter)