(meanwhile)a horny fox below the sakura Tree

On the peaceful slopes of Mt. Yougou, high in the branches of the sacred sakura tree, Yae Miko sat with one leg draped lazily over a thick limb.

Her new attire — already prepared before the moment the decree changed — left almost nothing to the imagination. Soft pink fabric framed her full breasts and bare pussy with deliberate elegance, the same principle as Kokomi’s open robe and bow, but tailored to the kitsune’s own teasing, aristocratic style. Everything important was fully visible, swaying gently with the evening breeze.

She was already two fingers deep, soft wet sounds mixing with the rustle of petals as she slowly fucked herself.

Politically, she was completely satisfied. Ei was free. The nation was free. Her oldest friend had been pulled out of that cold, self-imposed prison and rewritten into something far more honest and far more fun. The plan had worked perfectly.

Sexually, however…

Yae’s golden eyes half-lidded as she curled her fingers, a soft, appreciative sigh slipping out.

She had tasted something exceptional inside the Plane of Euthymia. The Traveler’s cock, his stamina, the way he could keep going through weeks of non-stop use without truly breaking… it had been the best meal she had enjoyed in centuries. She played with the idea of keeping him — locking him away at the shrine for a few decades, making him her personal toy — but the thought only lasted a few seconds before she chuckled and discarded it.

She was far from broken. Far from addicted in the helpless way the others had become.

She was simply a very old, very sex-interested fox who had just sampled an extremely high-quality meal… and already wanted another taste.

Yae Miko added a third finger, tails swaying slowly behind her as she worked herself closer to the edge, still watching the distant lights of Tenshukaku with a lazy, satisfied smile.

“Next time you’re in Inazuma, Traveler…” she murmured to herself, voice husky with unfinished desire, “do try to visit. This Guuji still has an appetite.”

A soft, pleasured moan drifted through the sakura petals as the kitsune continued to chase her own release under the moonlight — free, amused, and already hungry for a second round.