In the world of Type-Moon, it all begins with becoming Morgan's husband!

"Xiaoyu, let's not talk about this for now."

"I……"

"I understand." Tamamo-no-Mae looked at the room Ian had just come from and nodded.

"Please go and settle your wife in first, Mr. Abe."

"……Um."

Tamamo-no-Mae hid at the corner of the corridor, while Ian returned to his room.

He paused for a moment as soon as he pushed open the shoji door.

The moonlight streaming in from the window shone on the light green tatami mats, bleaching the original color slightly.

At the very center of this night-shining light was Minamoto no Yorimitsu.

but--

It was Minamoto no Yorimitsu who had just taken off his kimono.

Her stunning figure was bathed in the moonlight, her snow-white skin seemingly vying for attention.

"Madam, what's wrong...?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Minamoto no Yorimitsu turned around, looked at Ian, and called out in a slightly drunken voice:

"Honey, Mommy wants to take a bath~"

"...Of course, that's no problem, madam."

Ian looked somewhat confused.

"If it's a bathing opportunity, why did you take off your kimono here, Madam?"

"No reason."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu stood up.

Backlit by the moonlight, she walked up to Ian, put her arms around his neck, and said drunkenly:

"Doesn't your husband like his mother like this?"

"..."

Ian felt a throbbing below.

"Hmm...of course I like Madam like this."

"It is absolutely beautiful."

You and Minamoto no Yorimitsu arrived at the bathhouse.

[You know Tamamo-no-Mae is right outside the door right now.]

However, you didn't make a fuss.

After all, saying those words will do neither of you nor her any good.

If we were to rank what items are suitable for applying as a face sticker...

Ian thinks that Minamoto no Yorimitsu's skin might be able to win the championship.

The effect is even better when this skin is located on the chest.

Every touch of skin brings an extraordinary sensation, causing the heart to flutter.

Ian wasn't talking nonsense.

Because at this moment, he is experiencing this thing firsthand.

"Isn't Mom amazing?"

With a slightly flushed face, Minamoto no Yorimitsu looked at Ian in front of him and asked, his voice slurred with drunkenness:

"My husband must really like a mother like this, right?"

"Isn't that natural?"

Ian raised his head and looked at Minamoto no Yorimitsu in front of him.

"Madam has always been someone I love, and that will never change."

"Although I've heard my husband say these things many times..."

Deeply intoxicated, Lai Guang stared intently at his lover.

"But Mom still loves listening to it."

“Then I will continue to tell you, Madam, until you have heard enough.”

"I won't get enough of it."

"but--"

“Now there’s really no need for my husband to say anything more.”

"Oh, why is that?"

"because--"

Minamoto no Yorimitsu leaned close to Ian's ear and gently breathed out a breath of alcohol.

"Mom, I really want to have a child with my husband."

"...Could it be that Madam wasn't drunk at all?"

"Mom doesn't know~"

it is more than words.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu sat on his lover's open lap.

They looked at each other, their gazes gradually merging in the warm, steamy environment.

pat pat pat.

The surface of the bathwater began to sway up and down, as if something was struggling.

but--

This wasn't a scene with only two people present.

Outside the shoji gate, there was a fox spirit who had just survived a calamity.

Tamamo-no-Mae's two furry fox ears twitched—she heard a sound from behind the shoji door.

Those were a few soft moans.

Then there's the sound that only comes from rubbing the skin together.

In an instant, her fair cheeks turned bright red.

Tamamo-no-Mae turned around, her hand began to move, and then she gently pulled open the shoji door, revealing a small crack.

This way, one can see what's happening inside without disturbing the two of them.

take a look.

Just take a look.

I'm just looking at it; I won't have any other thoughts!

But this lie shattered in an instant upon seeing what was inside.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu was seen leaning against the edge of the bath.

Her lips were experiencing a wonderful touch with her lover.

The warrior gripped the decorative wooden carvings tightly with both hands, as if to withstand some kind of impact.

The most alluring curves were transformed into various shapes by the Great Onmyoji in this warm atmosphere.

A few pale, surging drops flowed across the scorching mountain peaks—a manifestation of profound emotion, an inability to control oneself.

This is the situation.

Even though she couldn't see anything underwater, Tamamo-no-Mae knew what a beautiful early spring scene it would be.

She lost focus for a moment, and her grip tightened a bit.

The gap in the shoji door, which wouldn't normally affect the two of them, suddenly widened considerably.

That was an anomaly that could not be ignored.

Although Minamoto no Yorimitsu was completely drunk and lying by the pond, he couldn't see what was behind him.

But as a martial artist, she still noticed the change in light in that instant.

She released her lover's lips.

"Husband, has someone arrived?"

"..."

Ian glanced at Tamamo-no-Mae, who was standing there stunned, and without much thought, spoke directly:

"No."

"How could anyone dare to disturb my wife and me bathing together?"

"But……"

"No buts."

Ian gently kissed Minamoto no Yorimitsu's forehead.

"Madam, please don't overthink it. Can you close your eyes now?"

"I... am going to make my final sprint."

"Eh?"

Minamoto no Yorimitsu nodded happily.

"Mom understands."

As Ian watched Minamoto no Yorimitsu close his eyes, he glanced at Tamamo-no-Mae outside the shoji gate and coughed lightly a few times.