recreation

They gathered in Yoimiya’s living room to discuss their next moves.

The cheerful fireworks girl sat cross-legged on the floor at first, completely naked and completely unbothered, while the others settled in around her.

“If you’re looking to do something about the Shogun,” Yoimiya said brightly, “you’re going to want to talk to Sangonomiya Kokomi. She’s the Divine Priestess of Watatsumi Island and the only person with real power who openly opposes the Vision Hunt Decree. She’s been leading the resistance from the other side of Inazuma.”

Aether nodded thoughtfully. “Then we’ll meet her.”

As the conversation continued — logistics, routes, how to avoid the Tenryou Commission — Yoimiya slowly began drifting closer to Aether.

At first it was just sitting nearer.

Then her bare thigh pressed against his.

Halfway through the discussion about safe passage to Watatsumi, her hand had already slipped between his legs, absentmindedly rubbing him through his pants. Aether’s fingers found their way between her thighs in return, slowly stroking her already-wet folds as they kept talking.

Neither of them acknowledged it out loud.

Yoimiya continued explaining the situation with Kokomi in a cheerful voice even as her breathing grew a little heavier. Aether asked follow-up questions while his fingers slipped inside her, curling gently.

By the time the plan was finalized — they would rest for the night and set out toward Watatsumi the next day — Yoimiya had fully climbed into Aether’s lap.

She sat facing him, completely naked, while he casually played with her. Two fingers pumped slowly in and out of her dripping pussy. His other hand kneaded her breast. Yoimiya kept participating in the conversation, though her voice had gone slightly breathy and her hips occasionally rolled against his hand.

“So… haah… Kokomi is really smart. She’ll probably want something in return for helping… but she’s not a bad person…”

Yoimiya leaned her forehead against Aether’s shoulder, still talking between soft little gasps as he kept playing with her.

“I can… nngh… get you a boat tomorrow morning. Quietly…”

She was fully settled in his lap now, getting thoroughly fingered while the planning session continued around them as if nothing unusual was happening.

In Inazuma, this was already an act of quiet rebellion.

And Yoimiya was clearly enjoying every second of it.

Aether spent the rest of the evening giving the cheerful little nudist exactly what she wanted.

He took Yoimiya right there in the living room — first with her bouncing eagerly in his lap, then bent over the low table, and finally on her back with her legs spread wide as he fucked her to a series of loud, joyful orgasms. Yoimiya was every bit as energetic in bed as she was in everything else, laughing and moaning freely, completely unashamed of her nudity or the wet sounds filling the house.

By the time he finished and filled her with a thick creampie, she was glowing and thoroughly satisfied, sprawled out on the floor with a happy, dazed smile.

Meanwhile, in one of the side rooms, Rosaria had pulled Cloud Retainer and Ganyu aside.

“You’re ancient and experienced,” Rosaria said bluntly to Xianyun. “Teach us. I want to know every technique you have for pleasing him. Ganyu too.”

Ganyu nodded seriously, cowbell jingling. “I wish to improve as well.”

Cloud Retainer’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile.

“Very well. Sit. I will instruct you both thoroughly.”

The three of them disappeared into the side room for a private, detailed lesson that lasted well into the night — full of demonstrations, corrections, and more than a little hands-on practice.

While the house was occupied and everyone was thoroughly distracted, a single pink butterfly drifted in through the open window.

it looked wierdly artifical, as if formed from sacura paddles and held together by energy alone.

It landed lightly on the wooden frame, delicate wings opening and closing slowly as it watched the scene inside.

No one noticed it.

The butterfly remained there for a long time, observing the Traveler, the glowing, freshly fucked fireworks girl, and the quiet sounds of instruction coming from the side room… before eventually fluttering away into the Inazuman night.

Something — or someone — had taken an interest.