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

"That's not true!" Shuten-dōji quickly denied.

"It was only because we insisted that Uncle include Ibaraki that things turned out the way they are now."

"Well... that's not quite right. After all, I also think Ibaraki is pretty good."

Ian's fingers gently traced along Shuten-dōji's cheek.

Anyway, let's give it a try.

"If you feel really uncomfortable, then you should stop immediately."

You brought Shuten-dōji and Ibaraki-dōji into the room.

This is where Tamamo-no-Mae stayed before she left.

"Eh... so this is the place?"

Shuten-dōji was somewhat surprised by the location chosen by the Great Onmyoji.

She had assumed he would take her and Ibaraki-dōji to the bathroom or the bedroom across the street.

Don't you like it here?

"It's alright! I just didn't expect it to be here," Shuten-dōji said honestly.

"After all, it's more convenient here."

Ian's gaze fell on a large table in the room.

"Shuten, could you please lie down over there?"

"……it is good."

Shuten-dōji nodded, and then lay down on the table as Ian had instructed.

"Shuten, spread your arms and legs out and make a big X shape."

"Oh, okay."

Despite not knowing what the Great Onmyoji wanted to do, Shuten-dōji, dressed in a kimono, obediently followed his instructions.

After Shuten-dōji struck that pose, Ian then addressed Ibaraki-dōji, who had been obediently carrying the basin and dressed in a kimono:

"Ibaraki, lie down on Shuten-dōji."

"Eh?!"

Shuten-dōji tilted his head back, looking at the Great Onmyoji with a surprised expression.

"Uncle, what are you going to do?!"

"It's okay, trust me."

"..."

Since the Great Onmyoji had said so, Shuten-dōji naturally didn't say anything more.

"I understand."

Ibaraki-dōji put down what he was holding.

"But in what form should I lie down on Shuten-dōji?"

"Just do the opposite of what she did."

Ian explained patiently.

"understood."

Ever since——

Shuten-dōji and Ibaraki-dōji were stacked on top of each other, their feet just enough to touch each other's hands.

Ian then picked up the rope he had prepared in advance from the basin next to him.

After tying a pretty knot, the two little devils perfectly overlapped.

The feeling of being unable to move made Shuten-dōji somewhat nervous.

But she was still very much looking forward to it—after all, this time it was the uncle who took the initiative to make the request.

"Shuten-dōji. Do you remember what you did before you left Heian-kyo?"

"This one……"

Shuten-dōji's throat twitched slightly.

She certainly remembered the situation at that time—her throat was stuffed full, a very fulfilling feeling.

"I remember..." Shuten-dōji replied, blushing. "What do you want to do, uncle?"

"nothing."

Ian picked up a bottle of wine from the side and reached for the bag at his waist.

Then, a huge shadow of a magical artifact appeared on Shuten-dōji's face.

"I just want to try that feeling again today, is that okay?"

"..."

No answer.

However, Shuten-dōji's slightly open mouth was the best answer.

The magical artifact, laden with wine, probed into the dark, gaping maw.

The little imp, who hadn't drunk alcohol in a long time, couldn't resist collecting every drop of liquid on it, not wanting to miss a single bit.

But this time——

The Great Onmyoji's magical artifact did not fully bloom as before, but instead slowly withdrew outside.

But Ian's actions did not end there.

He gently lifted the kimono beneath Ibaraki-dōji, revealing the long-hidden back garden to the world.

Shuten-dōji blushed instantly.

This was the first time she had seen her best friend's back garden up close.

It's small and tender, and it trembles from time to time.

So this is what I am...

“Shuten.” Ian gently stroked Ibaraki-dōji’s shapely figure.

"Tell me if you feel unwell."

"..."

Shuten-dōji didn't speak, but his gaze was fixed on the great Onmyoji's magical artifact.

Then Ian took something from the basin and gently smeared it on Ibaraki-dōji's back garden, which had never had any guests before.

Tick.

Some of it dripped onto Shuten-dōji's face.

That familiar feeling—it's the bath soap I used before!

and many more!

Wouldn't that uncle be going to...?

Things unfolded exactly as Shuten-dōji had predicted.

Above her head, the great Onmyoji's magical artifact was slowly advancing into the heart of the monster's territory.

However, compared to Shuten-dōji's predicament at that time, Ibaraki-dōji's situation was obviously much easier.

She seemed to have absolutely no resistance to the teachings of the Great Onmyoji.

Shuten-dōji watched, his face flushed, as the light and shadow of the magical artifact flickered in front of him, sometimes long and sometimes short.

Memories were gradually stirred up in my mind.

She felt that she was also involved in it.

So that's what he meant—to let Ibaraki-doji, who had only been assisting before, actually come in and experience it for himself.

"Uncle, you..."

As Shuten-dōji said this, he watched intently as his friend's backyard was developed.

after all--

She also wanted to know how Ibaraki-dōji viewed her back then.

After a while, the rhythm stopped.

A gentle stream has appeared in Ibaraki-dōji's back garden.

Tick ​​tock.

Shuten-dōji's cheek below felt that warmth.

She stuck out her little tongue and tasted the creation made by the three of them together.

The voice of the Great Onmyoji rang in her ears.

"Shuten, it's your turn."

This is not a one-time process.

The two little devils, thoroughly developed by you, kept begging you to do it again.

You didn't reject them.

After all, they have indeed sacrificed a lot for you along the way.

The two little devils had a wonderful time with your help.

in the room.

Having had their fill of playing, Shuten-dōji and Ibaraki-dōji nestled on either side of Ian.

Their mouths were covered in white strands.