Kiana clung to Shiraki's arm, her full, rounded curves pressing against him, her pale, pristine face nestled on his shoulder, cozy and intimate.
[So and so, like this and that…]
In their fused, linked minds, Kiana's thoughts buzzed with activity.
A flower-like smile bloomed between her brows, her footsteps chiming like piano keys.
[Got it?]
[I get it, but… are we really playing it like this?]
Shiraki's peripheral glance subtly tracked the sneaky, skulking figure trailing them.
Untrimmed white hair, tied back in a ponytail, a light blue coat, a tall, burly frame, and an empty left sleeve swaying.
Siegfried's disguise was solid—clearly no stranger to stealth and tailing—but Shiraki and Kiana's doubled perception, plus the spatial sensitivity from the Void Authority, made him impossible to miss!
Shiraki could clearly sense Siegfried's eager, excited anticipation, though he couldn't guess what the man was imagining.
One thing was certain: soon, his blood pressure and mental state would spike just a lot dramatically.
Kiana said nothing more, but Shiraki felt her emotions and intentions crystal-clear.
[Alright, alright~ I'll play along. Whatever you want, I'm in—or, 'I' can just move my body myself, since I won't stop you…]
Shiraki mentally clasped his hands, praying fervently, hoping 'Dad' would be okay~!
[Hmph~!]
Catching the indulgent tone in Shiraki's thoughts, Kiana puffed out her chest, proud as an adorable little swan.
[Hurry up and hug me~!]
Her sweet voice dripped like melted caramel.
Driven by Kiana's will, Shiraki slowly reached out, wrapping his arm around her slender, delicate waist.
Every time he touched it, Shiraki marveled, Can such a waistline really exist in reality?
[Then slide your hand up slowly, grab my chest—or just knead it, whatever 'I' like~!]
Hard to believe a girl would suggest this, let alone Kiana.
But these weren't 'spoken words,' oh no!
Just 'thoughts' Kiana beamed to Shiraki.
Her clear, sparkling eyes fluttered, peach-blossom cheeks flushing red.
Some might blush at stray thoughts, but no one deliberately dodges or hides them.
Dodging yourself? That's a paradox.
Honestly, if not for worrying about giving her dad a heart attack, Kiana would've had Shiraki start from the lower half.
Shiraki blinked, following her lead.
Her lucid, radiant eyes turned misty with allure, wet pupils glinting like flawless gems under the light.
Her expression dazed and dreamy, Kiana suddenly pinned Shiraki against the wall by the door, tiptoeing to plant a fierce kiss.
Guided by her will, Shiraki's left arm pulled her lithe, balanced frame tightly into his embrace, his right hand pressing her head, drawing them closer.
A passionate, heart-pounding kiss that'd make any girl blush!
Soft sounds echoed in the corridor.
Kiana and Shiraki spun, trading positions and kisses, their bodies pressed against the wall. The faint click of the door opening rang clear in the scene.
Like fervent lovers, they stumbled eagerly into the room marked with Kiana's nameplate.
And all of it—every move—Siegfried saw!
Boom!
Boom!
Siegfried's mind roared, countless bombs detonating, shockwaves blasting his brain.
He stood, disheveled in the wind, his mind blank.
Rage surged, his vision darkening.
His mentality shattered, Siegfried stopped thinking.
His blood pressure soared.
His heart twitched.
Imagine: an old father, silently guarding his daughter for years, gone for less than one, suddenly learning she's getting married—to a punk she barely knows!
Rushing over in panic, only to witness his daughter's steamy kiss with said punk!?
Siegfried unconsciously broke off a chunk of the corner wall, crushing it to dust in his hand.
His face black as a wok, he trudged, heavy and pained, step by step to the door.
No more waiting!
His arm felt leaden, but sheer willpower forced it up.
He couldn't wait any longer!
Any later, and those two would start!
Siegfried didn't even care about Kiana's presence—this had to stop!
His hand gripped the doorknob, but in his near-mad state, he crushed it.
The next second, he flung the door open and charged in. "Kia…"
Instantly, he soared from hell to heaven. The scene wasn't his daughter and the punk in an unspeakable embrace.
Instead, he met dreamy, dazzling gold-blue heterochromatic eyes—and then, nothing.
"All martial arts spring from Rising Dragon!"
"Farewell, my father, and my weakness!"
The voices overlapped, one regal as a queen, the other a lively teenage girl.
Siegfried heard only those words.
Then, a ferocious gust sliced his cheek, and a clenched fist loomed in his vision, growing larger!
Bang!
Kiana's mighty Rising Dragon punch slammed into Siegfried's jaw.
It launched him into the air, and she stomped the ground, leaping high, unleashing a storm of blows!
"Ora ora ora!"
"Ora ora ora!"
The first punch held no mercy, channeling Kiana's years of resentment and Sirin's revenge for that Skyfire shot, even laced with Honkai energy.
Already reeling from rage, then struck by a vicious uppercut, Siegfried blacked out instantly.
His consciousness plunged into bottomless darkness, his body locked in prolonged stiffness, utterly immobile.
Kiana and Sirin seized the chance to go wild with their Ora barrage!
The follow-ups spared the Honkai energy—just pure venting.
"Ada~!"
After a frenzy of punches and kicks, Kiana twisted her slender waist, erupting with immense force. Her silk-stockinged foot delivered a brutal spinning kick to Siegfried's gut.
Boom!
Siegfried flew back, crashing onto the bed, limp and motionless.
Shiraki just watched.
He'd love to throw a few punches too—after all, through Kiana's perspective, her emotions, and her memories, he'd lived her pain.
He was Kiana.
But as the 'son-in-law,' beating his 'father-in-law' at their first meeting felt a bit off, so he let Kiana have her fun.
"Done~!"
Kiana winked cutely, mimicking a gun with her hand.
She sauntered to the bed, straightened Siegfried's body, and tucked him in.
"OK, wrapped~!" Kiana clapped her pale hands, grabbing Shiraki's. "Let's go!"
Pulled outside by Kiana, Shiraki glanced at the unconscious Siegfried, shrugging.
"Sirin, you good? If not, go hit him some more."
The white-haired girl's gold-blue eyes glinted.
"Nah, it's no fun now. I'll get him again when he comes for 'me' tomorrow."
Sirin and Kiana weren't holding back—they were two sides of one coin.
By the way, 'me' here meant Shiraki.
They reached Shiraki's room, Kiana bouncing along, her cat-like steps light as she leapt onto the bed.
Her soft, fragrant feet sank into the mattress, the indentations adorably perfect.
Kiana bounced a few times, then lazily stretched out, sinking into the soft bedding.
Lifting her delicate legs, clad in white silk stockings with gold embroidery, she winked playfully at Shiraki.
Shiraki got the hint.
His fingers slipped into the tantalizing edge of her stockings, sliding the gold-trimmed silk down her smooth, flowing lines, revealing her jade-like legs and dainty, tempting bare feet.
Shiraki casually balled up the fragrant stockings and tossed them aside~!
A sly smile spread across Kiana's face. She slowly raised her leg, her glossy foot pressing against Shiraki's chest. Even through his shirt, he felt the soft, silky glide of her pale sole.
Her delicate, manicured toes teased his chin, the pressure on his chest drawing a subtle expression as he mused:
"Tch, no wonder so many perverts love being stepped on by pretty girls."
A glance down offered a clear view of the delights beneath her skirt.
Though Shiraki had seen it plenty, it was like plot in spicy fanfics versus mischief in wholesome tales—the thrill of taboo was what made it irresistible.
Unlike others, Kiana synced her pressure to Shiraki's sensations, never oppressive, just soft and slick.
"Hehe~ So, Mr. Pervert, comfy?" Her golden eyes gleamed, her queenly tone laced with sultry teasing, sending him to cloud nine.
Her long, flowing hair splayed like white narcissus blooms on the bed.
"Who's the pervert?" Shiraki tackled Kiana and Sirin.
The white-haired girl smirked, her movements dripping with bewitching allure. "Me."
Cradling Shiraki's face, she slowly, firmly tilted her head and kissed him.
…
For a fleeting moment, it was like a faint electric shock, their souls lifted to the clouds by soft threads, an indescribable sensation, dreamy and surreal.
Curled in Shiraki's arms, Kiana's body suddenly froze.
Don't get it wrong—it was the next morning, not some special reaction, but…
A new guest had arrived in the mysterious space!
...
T/N: Let's Play a Game...
Who do you think it is?
Clue: A clip from chapter 53.
She wore a red-based Japanese JK school uniform, paired with a gray pleated skirt and black knee-high socks.The sliver of skin between her stockings and skirt was creamy white, faintly shimmering in the sunlight, dazzling to the eye. Her shoulder-length, slightly yellowish blonde hair gleamed under the newborn sun, evoking golden quicksand, tied with a cute red hairband on the left side of her forehead.
Reward: Two advance chapter for Today...