Crossover: A Different Inuyasha.

"Hmm~"

A soft, melodious murmur rang out.

A heavy, dull feeling came from my chest, as if something warm was pressing down on it, making it difficult to breathe.

Feng frowned, feeling as if he were under a ghost, his eyelids as heavy as lead, and it took a lot of effort to open them a crack.

Her gaze first fell on the unfamiliar ceiling—the carved beams, the clean ceiling, not the thatched hut roof she was familiar with.

My brain was still lingering in the lingering effects of last night's alcohol, as muddled as a pot of overcooked porridge.

It's as if you can still hear Jieluo whispering in your ear, "After you finish this cup, there will be another one."

After a while, Feng's vision gradually focused, and then his gaze moved downwards, finding the culprit behind his chest tightness.

Her full head of silver hair cascaded down her chest, the strands gleaming softly in the morning light.

Between the tips of his hair, a pair of fluffy dog ​​ears were twitching slightly.

The tips of her ears were white with a rosy tint, gilded with a warm golden edge by the morning light streaming through the window, and trembled gently with each even snore.

"...Inuyasha?"

Feng froze, his gaze fixed on the dog's head, which was resting peacefully on his chest. In that instant, the haze of his hangover was mostly dispelled by a sudden burst of clarity.

She tried to recall what had happened the night before—the noise of the banquet, the clinking of wine bowls, and then… she couldn’t remember anything after that.

Only a vague warmth lingered on my skin, like touching some distant impression through a thick curtain of water.

"It was my first time, and I lost it all in a drunken stupor."

The mature and beautiful priestess looked at Inuyasha's twitching dog ears and suddenly felt a strange, indescribable feeling welling up inside her.

Dawn, silver hair, furry ear tips, and the snoring of my beloved man.

In everyday life, all of this would probably make her smile.

Ke Feng felt a tightness in his chest.

She couldn't remember who had taken off her clothes, nor could she remember... whether her body had been properly touched last night.

What the priestess wanted was for Inuyasha to gently call her name during her waking hours, and then to entrust everything to him.

Instead of what I am now—waking up with a splitting headache from a hangover, while the jerk of a man, his head resting on my chest, is sleeping like a log.

"Inuyasha, you are truly a calamity in my and Kikyo's lives..."

Feng suppressed his surging emotions, and his sorrowful face suddenly changed as a tingling sensation spread from his chest to his brain.

"Inuyasha, you can't bite there..."

The shrine maiden, who was pretending to be asleep, couldn't resist the soul-stirring bites. She parted her thin lips slightly and let out a soft "Eek~", waking up the morning.

Even though they were separated by the ample mountain peaks, Kaede's wildly beating heart had already awakened Inuyasha.

The man who knew her personality immediately felt like he was back in his childhood, awakening the witch's maternal instincts.

"Inuyasha, you bastard!"

The words, spoken through gritted teeth, rained down on him. Feng placed his hands on Inuyasha's shoulders, about to forcefully push him away.

"Huh, is this what they call a jerk?"

Inuyasha moved even faster, propping himself up and grabbing her two slender white wrists with one hand before Feng could exert any force. He then pressed them over the priestess's head and onto the bedding.

The morning light slanted in through the windowpane, turning the air between the two of them a pale gold.

Their breaths mingled, so close they could feel each other's warm breath on their cheeks.

"So, my shrine maiden, do you like this kind of jerk?"

"I...I would never like you!"

The frivolous and vulgar voice reached her ears, and Feng, her face flushed, glared at the man.

Inuyasha's body hovered above her, his silver hair falling into the gap between them, the ends brushing against her flawless white collarbone, causing a slight unease.

His gaze swept over her ears, which were red with embarrassment and anger, her eyelashes, which trembled slightly, and the thin layer of water in her eyes.

The affectionate gaze made Feng's heart flutter, and she couldn't help but turn her face away, biting her lower lip, her eyes turning slightly red.

She didn't want Inuyasha to see her like this—even though she was the one being taken advantage of, her eyes involuntarily welled up with tears first.

"Maple, you are so beautiful."

Inuyasha chuckled softly, leaned down, and as if savoring a delicious dish, slowly kissed the corner of her eye.

When his lips touched those damp eyelashes, Feng trembled slightly.

Tears were caught by a warm touch, the salty liquid melting on Inuyasha's lips.

His kisses were very light, from the corner of her eye to her brow, as if smoothing out some tiny wrinkle, with a patience and tenderness that was completely opposite to her mood at that moment.

Feng's breathing became erratic, his jaw clenched, and his closed lips remained silent.

She was afraid that once she opened her mouth, she would succumb to the other person's tenderness.

After a while, Inuyasha finally raised his head, looked at the priestess whose eyes were wandering, brought his lips close to her ear, breath brushed against her earlobe, and his voice was full of mischievous cunning.

Nothing happened last night.

He spoke very softly, as softly as the rustling sound carried away by the wind as it brushes past the eaves.

Feng was startled, still holding his wrist down, and turned his head to look at him.

Inuyasha was smiling at her with his eyes crinkled.

The mischievousness and frankness in that smile were mixed together, like a weasel that stole a chicken but then released it back.

The shrine maiden stared at the lecherous man for several seconds, her emotions shattered by those words, and she couldn't help but sneer.

"Find your conscience; are you the kind of person who can remain unmoved by a woman in your lap?"

"Look at what's happening now... oh dear~"

Hearing Kaede's adorable bubble sounds, Inuyasha, who had returned to his childhood, looked up at the shrine maiden with a face full of shame and indignation, and said with an expression of enjoyment.

"My conscience isn't big, but yours is big, white, and soft."

"You bastard pervert!"

"Thank you for the compliment."

"You bastard!"

"Yes, I'm an idiot."

When Feng realized that the silver-haired half-demon was completely oblivious to everything, he turned away and became angry.

"Okay, I'm not teasing you anymore."

Knowing when to stop, Inuyasha released her wrist, stepped back a little, sat up cross-legged, and stretched.

"Last night you were so drunk you were like a puddle of mud, clinging to the wine jar and refusing to let go, so I carried you back from the table."

"I helped you change your clothes, and you just took a nap while lying down."

Kaede picked up the blanket and covered herself with it, staring at Inuyasha who didn't seem to be lying, her head hanging down, a sense of loss rising in her heart again.

Even after all that, you still won't touch yourself?

What a beastly bastard!

A face suddenly appeared, and Inuyasha looked up at the gloomy Kaede with a mocking expression.

"My shrine maiden, are you regretting that I didn't make a move against you last night?"

Feng's face flushed instantly, and she grabbed the pillow next to her and threw it at him.

"What a load of rubbish!"

"You're the one who should be regretting it!"

The pillow missed Inuyasha; instead, the latter tackled Kaede to the ground on the soft bedding.

"Feng, I know what you're thinking."

"You understand my feelings too."

"So, let's be together."

The silver-haired half-demon's burning gaze almost melted the priestess, leaving her utterly powerless.

"Hey~ wait a minute~ um~ be gentle..."