Watatsumi Island

Morning came, and the party prepared to leave for Watatsumi Island.

Yoimiya saw them off with a bright, naked wave and a cheerful “Come back anytime!” before they boarded a small, discreet boat.

Ganyu took the tiller without being asked, cowbell jingling softly as she dutifully steered them across the water toward their destination. Her expression was calm and focused, completely comfortable in her exposed state even on the open sea.

Halfway through the journey, Aether decided it was Shenhe’s turn.

He pulled the tall, silver-haired woman into a quieter corner of the boat for some soft, recreational sex — nothing like the intense, life-or-death duel they had shared on Mt. Aocang.

Shenhe behaved strangely.

She moved with careful, almost hesitant gentleness, as if he were made of glass. Her hands, usually so powerful, touched him lightly. When she took him inside her, she rolled her hips in slow, deliberate motions that could almost be called loving… if one ignored the fact that her face still remained mostly blank.

It was clear she was trying.

Trying to please him in a way that went beyond pure physical technique. Trying to express something she barely understood herself. And it was equally clear she regretted how far things had gone the last time — the way her restraints had strained, the way her master had panicked.

She treated him with a carefulness that bordered on reverence.

From the other side of the boat, Cloud Retainer watched them like a hawk.

The ancient adeptus sat with perfect posture, eyes never leaving the pair for long. Ever since that day on the mountain, she had been constantly on edge regarding the dynamic between her student and the Traveler. She could not fully control it… but she could set guardrails.

Every time Shenhe’s movements grew even slightly more intense, Cloud Retainer’s gaze sharpened. Every time the red ropes around Shenhe’s body shifted, she was ready to intervene.

She was a trainer watching her most dangerous student with a dangerous man — prepared to step in at the slightest sign that things might spiral out of bounds again.

Shenhe, for her part, seemed aware of the scrutiny. She kept her pace soft and controlled, focusing entirely on giving Aether gentle, careful pleasure while the boat rocked quietly beneath them.

he boat finally reached the shores of Watatsumi Island.

Even after everything they had seen across Teyvat, the party was struck silent for a moment by the island’s reverse nature. Coral formations rose like inverted mountains. The light filtered strangely through the water above. Everything felt dreamlike, beautiful, and slightly wrong in the most captivating way.

They were led inland to the heart of the resistance.

Sangonomiya Kokomi awaited them in all her glory.

The Divine Priestess stood at the entrance of the Sangonomiya Shrine’s war chambers, and the first thing that became clear was that her attire was not designed for modesty.

She wore elegant thigh-high stockings, an open ceremonial robe that hung loosely from her shoulders, and a large, elaborate bow fixed at her chest. The bow and the way the robe draped did nothing to conceal her. From every possible angle, her soft pink nipples and smooth, bare pussy were completely visible. The clothing framed her exposed body with deliberate, artistic intent rather than covering it.

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And yet… there was something divine about it.

The way she carried herself, the serene expression on her face, the quiet authority in her posture — it all combined into an aura of sacred beauty. She looked less like a woman who had forgotten to get dressed and more like a living goddess who had simply decided that hiding her body was unnecessary.

Kokomi greeted them with a graceful, practiced smile.

“Welcome to Watatsumi Island, Traveler. I have been expecting you.”

She invited them inside with a polite gesture, leading the way into a dedicated war room filled with detailed maps, troop markers, and carefully organized intelligence reports.

The moment she began speaking, the serene priestess vanished.

In her place stood a brutal, unrelenting warlord.

Kokomi moved markers across the map with precise, cold efficiency as she discussed army movements, supply lines, casualty projections, and potential assassination targets. Her soft voice never rose, but every word carried the weight of absolute command. She spoke of sacrificing units, of calculated losses, of pressing advantages without a single flicker of hesitation.

“The Tenryou Commission’s eastern patrol will be drawn into the coral shallows here,” she said calmly, tapping a point on the map. “We will allow them to believe they have the upper hand for six hours. Then we cut off their retreat and eliminate them entirely. No survivors. It will force the Shogunate to reallocate forces from the central islands.”

Kokomi looked up from the map, her exposed body still framed by the open robe and bow, and met Aether’s eyes with serene, calculating intelligence.

“Now then… shall we discuss what you can offer my war effort in exchange for the information and assistance you seek?”

The gentle Divine Priestess was also a merciless strategist.

And she was already negotiating from a position of strength.

The war room of Watatsumi Island had never seen a more strangely dressed group of potential allies.